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if-you-fan-a-fire · 2 years

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“Gary Wassaykeesic, a Land Defender from the Mishkeegogamang First Nation north of Thunder Bay has lived in Toronto for decades and is an Indigenous leader. He was arrested on January 30, 2022 for allegedly taking part in a solidarity action with Wet’suwet’en on November 21, 2021 in Toronto. He was required to report last week to an isolated CP Rail police detachment in Scarborough. Beyond these disturbing facts is the story of a cultural group still being criminalized and harassed on their own land, but also the story of a diverse community determined to unite in support and resistance.

Criminalizing Indigenous sovereignty and solidarity

Coastal GasLink (CGL) is currently constructing a pipeline through Wet’suwet’en Territory without any consent, and the Hereditary Chiefs have sent an eviction notice to CGL. As they explained, “Coastal Gaslink has violated the Wet’suwet’en law of trespass, and has bulldozed through our territories, destroyed our archaeological sites, and occupied our land with industrial man-camps. Private security firms and RCMP have continually interfered with the constitutionally protected rights of Wet’suwet’en people to access our lands for hunting, trapping, and ceremony.” But instead of respecting Indigenous law, the RCMP enforced colonial law: on November 18 and 19, the RCMP raided Wet’suwet’en Territory using assault rifles, attack dogs, and even chain saws. They violently arrested over 30 people, including Land Defenders, supporters, legal observers, and journalists.

In response to the arrests in Wet’suwet’en, Land Defenders in Toronto went to the railroad on November 21. For two hours people blocked a train, sending a message of solidarity to those who’d been arrested. Though police were present at the blockade, at no point on that day did they express any concerns. They did not declare it an unlawful assembly and made no arrests. But a week later they began targeting organizers. The Toronto Police showed up at the home of Indigenous Land Defender, Vanessa Gray, and told her she had to turn herself in for attending that event. A week after that, they ticketed Miguel Avila-Velarde with a fine of over $600.

Police also began following Gary Wassaykeesic from November until the end of January. On January 30 they arrested him with those bogus charges that too many Black and Indigenous people find themselves charged with: “trespass and mischief”, the exact charges that colonial usurpers of this land have been guilty of themselves from the beginning. The police, and the mining companies, railroad companies, construction, and oil companies, etc. all tresspass on Indigenous land, then turn around and deliver harsh punishment against Indigenous people. Our government ignores treaties and human rights, including the right to thrive. It is so cruel and unjust to be routinely traumatized and criminalized like this repeatedly in your own homeland.

Gary spoke with me last week about the illogical charge of trespassing for an Indigenous person. Where else would he be? Where else should he be standing? This has always been the homeland of his people; and yet he has never felt any need to routinely arrest any of us for trespassing. We spoke about how governments have it all backwards since they are not the rightful authorities of this land. They have set themselves up as the legal and God-given authority, as if this entire country is their sole property when it never was. They’ve set up a network of violence to try to uphold this lie, doing everything to portray Indigenous people as if they are enemies for merely existing. This is wrong, and so is dragging out already nightmarish generational trauma into long-lasting, re-traumatizing, and unwarranted arrests.

Re-traumatizing arrest and legal support

Gary was strategically subjected to this lengthy drawn-out process of police harassment and intimidation tactics. Who gets arrested two months after an alleged criminal activity at an event where police voiced no problems in the first place? As Gary explained, “The Toronto Police stalked me, waited, and then arrested me, traumatizing me in the process. This has become the strategy of the Toronto Police. How many more others are they going to do this to?”

The timing of the arrest was also designed to increase harm and trauma: police arrested Gary after he led a vigil for the 93 children found in those unmarked graves at Williams’ Lake Residential School. They disrespected this community leader by callously arresting him right after this emotional memorial service, as he was mourning the tragic loss and discovery of mass-murdered children from his beloved community. Police heartlessness was a tactic as they watched, waited, and closed in on him shortly after the service ended, waiting until after he was separated from this gathering of fellow mourners. They timed it carefully, waiting until he took a streetcar home so they could storm onto the vehicle and violently pull him off in handcuffs. He was alone, but in front of strangers. Maybe some of the streetcar passengers could see the truth behind who was the real aggressor.

Then a month later police told Gary to report to an obscure, isolated location to get processed, hoping he’d have no real or supportive friends who would come to his aid. Gary had cooperatively provided his address to the police, but later noticed that his file stated he had “no fixed address”. What prompted their failure to make note of Gary’s actual address, and write those three words instead? They willfully replaced the facts with a mainstream stereotype (and this is falsifying police records, isn’t it?). The police wanted Gary to be deemed homeless by not recording his home address that he provided to them. Their omission added to their narrative to assume a mainstream stereotypical story about him having no friends who would care about him. Also, by characterizing him as homeless, they actually reveal the harsh truth of their intentions which indict themselves; if Gary and others of his community are experiencing homelessness, then this is entirely the fault of the colonial state which has literally stolen their homeland!

With all the harassment and legal persecution, Gary told me he’s so thankful for the group of friends and allies who showed up last week to accompany him in this continuing trauma. At least 10 of us waited for him outside, and one entered the building with Gary. When the officer demanded of her, “Why are you here?” Gary’s friend said, “I’m here to support him,” and added that she is a member of an international human rights organization. Upon hearing this, the officer decided to tone down his very intimidating attitude and lower his voice. Gary gave thanks for these caring communities willing to turn up for him, some people even risking incarceration themselves, no matter how cold and icy, no matter how early in the morning. He spoke with all his friends that day, old ones and new ones, some of whom he only just met that morning, many of whom will likely turn up to support him at his next painful court date.”

- Loretta Fisher, “Stop the police persecution of Land Defenders.” Spring Magazine. March 21, 2022.

#land defender #toronto #solidarity action #wet’suwet’en #coastal gaslink #rule of law #settler colonialism in canada #violence of settler colonialism #first nations #indigenous people #indigenous rights #treaty rights #loss of treaty rights #law and order in canada #thunder bay #northwestern ontario #mishkeegogamang first nation #police repression #political prisoners

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succulentsunrise · 2 years

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I want to request Vanessa x Finral in a complicated relationship because Finral keeps flirting with girls and Vanessa with other men and they both fight nonstop. Then they agreed to be friends with benefits but their feelings won’t let them go.

A little bit angstier piece this time! I left it a little open-ended, I hope you like it 🥰

Status: It's Complicated

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“There will always be women flirting with me!” Finral shouted in frustration.

He held his head as if it hurt, but really he just wanted to hide his face away from Vanessa.

“It’s different if you start flirting or responding to them!” Vanessa retorted, her arm outstretched to the side as if to make a point. “You are in a relationship, for fuck’s sake! With me!”

“When has flirting meant anything in this relationship?” Finral shot back, his face darkening at her words.

“Since always?”

“So what’s the deal with that - that man in the tavern flirting with you like you two would’ve known each other for years?”

“Maybe because we have known each other for years?!”

“Maybe you should be in a relationship with him, then!”

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

Finral bit back the hurtful words that rose up to his tongue and turned his back to Vanessa. He really needed to calm down. Behind him, Vanessa’s shoulders slumped, and she shook her head a little. This was another argument about a topic that had surfaced way too many times recently. It wasn’t that they wanted to argue, but for some reason, even if they buried the hatchet, someone always picked it up again. They were both sociable people that were used to being single. They were used to flirting with others. They had gotten together impulsively, and it had been a rather tumultuous decision so far.

“Why did you bring this up again?” Finral sighed, his voice shaking a little.

He sounded exhausted.

“Haven’t we beaten this dead horse to the ground already? Didn’t we agree that we were free to reply to flirts as long as we made sure the other party knew we were together with someone else?”

Vanessa looked away with guilt in her eyes. They had promised that to each other. Only, she had not realised how jealous she was. She had thought she could accept Finral flirting in a light way, but the moment she saw it, she had seen red.

“I don’t like it,” she muttered.

“But you agreed to it!”

“Yes, but I only flirted with him because you flirted with that woman first!”

“So it was some insane revenge?”

“It wasn’t ‘some insane revenge’, I flirted with him because I wanted to.”

Vanessa knew she had changed her mind on it rather suddenly, and so her voice was snarkier than she meant. She felt hurt, and she just wanted him to hurt the same way. Even if she knew that was wrong. She shouldn’t want that. Why was she being this horrible to him whenever she got angry? She couldn’t admit that she was prideful and jealous, and kept digging a hole for herself.

“We’ve had a fairly open relationship–” she started, but a scoff from Finral stopped her.

“What open relationship? I didn’t even flirt with her, you just assumed I did! I thought we had a fairly closed relationship, and I wouldn’t overstep those boundaries!” Finral argued.

They both knew he was lying. He had flirted with another woman, just like he flirted with many others, because that was who he was. That’s who they were. Vanessa had tried to make peace with it, but she couldn’t anymore. She wanted him to put more effort into stopping before she would do the same.

“Whatever,” she sighed defeatedly.

Finral, also feeling guilty of his lie, didn’t continue. Together, they decided to take a pause from the argument, and return to the Black Bulls. They promised to not let the others know to avoid an awkward atmosphere, and plastered tired smiles on their faces.

The next morning they woke up next to each other, both looking at the dishevelled and sleepy person next to them and wondering where the argument would go today. Though the conversation began calmly, it soon again erupted into a very hushed argument. Neither of them wanted the other Black Bulls to know about the trouble in their paradise. Yet the arguments were circular: they wanted the freedom to flirt, but didn’t want the other to flirt with others. They were both deeply insecure about the other person. Finral not only had commitment issues, but feared Vanessa would find someone more ready for herself. Vanessa feared Finral’s commitment issues and that he’d find someone who could make him happier, someone who could make those issues disappear. Flirting with other people became the crux of this dilemma. If they could stop the other from flirting with other people, maybe they could trust that they’d stay together - but at the same time, neither wanted to stop, because it was a way out in case there would be no commitment. It was a way of socialising that came naturally to both of them. In short, it was a mess. After another argument in the morning, a tense breakfast, and a break from seeing each other in the guise of a mission, the two decided that a traditional relationship wouldn’t work out for them. It was better to take the commitment out. They wouldn’t date, so they couldn’t argue who the other was allowed to meet or flirt with, but they’d still stay intimate.

It felt like it should have been a more peaceful resolution to the murky relationship.

If only it had been.

On one end, Finral found himself still anxious. The more he thought about it, the more he didn’t want this break up. He knew their relationship had problems, but he also wanted Vanessa to only be romantic with him. He felt more jealous than he had before and conjured all kinds of exaggerated scenarios in his head. He had at first accepted the break up, because it felt logical: their problem was an issue of trust, which hadn’t mattered when they were friends, but did when they tried to become lovers. Now he wasn’t sure he could accept it. He yearned after her too much, especially since their nightly activities kept them close. Perhaps this was another situation where he was just too much of a coward. He kept trying to come up with a way to fix it all, but he wasn’t a fool. A lot of the issues were because of him, and until he knew how to fix those, it would keep influencing their relationship. If he gave it time, perhaps Vanessa would accept him later on. Maybe they could both trust each other more.

On the other end, Vanessa kept to herself. She wished that Finral would have an easier time committing to her. Had she not shown herself to be reliable enough? Why would she have to change the way she spoke for Finral to trust her? No, even she knew that she couldn’t put it all onto his shoulders. She was too vindictive when they started arguing, with a false need to pay back all his actions. If she had been a little more understanding, perhaps things wouldn’t have escalated this much. Truly, she felt like she was the worst. Would self-blame help? What if she apologised to Finral? Would it just repeat again? She wanted to go to him and just apologize, but going back to a vicious circle of blame and hurt would just ruin everything between them. She wanted to preserve at least the little they had now. She told herself falsely that she could live with just the closeness of the other, even without a commitment. Surely she wouldn’t grow bitter, seeing him with others, when she yearned to be the one he held!

Neither of the two really knew how to fix such a problem. Both of them still had growing up to do, but they wanted desperately to be together. They weren’t incapable of change, but the timing wasn’t right. The two of them, however, didn’t think of such things. All they could ask from their friends and from themselves was: were they destined to be unhappy? Was there nothing to be done? Couldn’t they just be together? Why was it like this?

Life wasn’t that simple, and no answers were given to them. The two of them would have to choose on their own what to do.

#Finral Roulacase #Vanessa Enoteca #black clover #Vanessa x Finral #black clover fanfiction

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doitytoity · 1 year

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3.31

Maybe it’s a guilty conscience because I know how I’ve felt about Vanessa in the past lol but I feel like she is trying to get back at me for like falling off? Or maybe with therapy she just realized I’m not actually that great lol

I think I am tho 😂😂😂 I’m cool. I’m chill the vast majority of the time, I’m funny, I like what I like, etc. I like myself. I think I would be a great partner if the other person put in effort as well. I’d be open to being fully honest with someone in a real personal intimate way. Someone I don’t feel icky with once i bear my soul. Someone who draws me to them.

I think that’s what my dreams are about. I’m trying to get to a feeling. Duh. But like that feeling of being adored (big puke that it was all an act like that’s devastating lol), the feeling of someone “being so in love with you it felt like you both could explode.” I don’t know how I shake that. It’s so hard to detach that feeling from him and his face. His form. Yuck. It’s like I can feel him at the core of me.

The drama lol BUT FOR REAL. That deep, fucking insatiable fire is inside me. I hate it. It is such a dirty feeling, and only gets dirtier when I remember the reality of the situation. I was being abused and really wanted it to be love.

Like he is not worth this. If we had not started that way, if I didn’t see it all as some bizarre cosmic interference to jack my shit up and shake me, I could leave it at that. But I have to acknowledge the depth of my attachment. I felt touched deep in my soul the moment I saw his PHOTO. And then again when we did mushrooms at the coast those two weekends. We bonded so much, really bore our souls to each other. Held each other and cried, confessed our love. It’s clear to see why it could have felt like he was worth it at some point, but I. Was. Being. Abused.

Looking back on it with it-was-all-at-the-very-least-a-very-long-act lenses makes it nasty. Pan out of what felt like a deep spiritual experience and you’ll see two sickly shroom-nauseated bodies tangled up for hours, trippin balls. Not two souls swimming in the ether, destined to swim forever.

Just meant to rip each other to shreds. Makes sense.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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Hello! Recently had a dream about security breach lol. Could you please write Sun x reader/Y/n where reader befriends Sun before the lights go out?? And when Moon appears reader manages to calm him down with gentle words and then teaches Moon to make shadow puppets? if you have the time, of course!

Ever since that boy running rampant in the Pizzaplex messed with the daycare's lights, the Attendant has been on edge.

While on patrol, you've been checking the cameras and noticed how incredibly skittish Sun was acting--reorganizing party cans despite them being stacked, wandering around the playarea aimlessly, and distracting himself with crafts...that got messy and made him more stressed out as he cleaned up.

After watching him put up "BANNED" signs over every daycare entrance, you managed to talk to him and convince him to let you inside so you can catch a break. Vanessa was in an entirely different area. What she doesn't know won't hurt her.

Sun ranted about how hurt he was that this kid broke the one rule, though upon replaying the daycare's security footage you saw that he was nowhere near the switch when the power went out. You reassured him it was probably bad timing considering the recharge stations needed to be juiced every hour.

He then felt guilty for punishing a kid who did nothing wrong, sulking at the table. But you cheered him up by asking about his day with the kids who were dropped off during opening hours.

He was back in high spirits, not hesitating to call you a friend; you never thought he'd be friends with any adult employees, but you weren't gonna complain.

Eventually Vanessa messaged you, asking if you're done checking the daycare and to meet her at the atrium if you are. So you reluctantly said goodbye to Sun and promised him you'll visit later.

But just as you opened the exit door-

The lights suddenly went out.

"Oh no..again?" You grumbled, flicking on the flashlight. Though you heard a agonized groan and mechanical noises before you realized what was going on.

Moon was out to play.

"That naughty boy is running loose...past his bedtime. I can smell him." He cackled in his raspy voice. "Please..let me help you put him to bed, Officer."

Turning around, you shone the flashlight at his face, causing him to freeze in his tracks. You've never met this guy face-to-face, but he was already creeping you out a little.

Now you understood all those parent complaints were actually reasonable complaints.

"Oh hi, Moon. Thank you, but you have to stay in here. The others will find him, I promise."

"No, no, no.." He shook his head, the bell on his night cap jingling. "I've nearly caught him once before..but he and that silly old bear went to sleep in a station."

'Silly old bear? Does he mean Freddy? Is Freddy helping the kid?' You thought, perplexed. But you were more shocked that Moon was actually running loose in the pizzeria and somehow managed to stay off the cameras. How could you, Vanessa, and the bots miss him?

"But you're not supposed to be outside the daycare at all. How do you know your way around.....?" You started, only to see his eyes glowing red. "Moon?"

"Maybe it's you that needs a nap.." He hissed, clearly growing angry that you're getting in the way. "I'm just trying to repay you for your kindness..but you just want me all alone here. Because everyone is scared when the Moon comes out...because you'd rather have sunshine than darkness..because you'd rather be HIS friend instead!"

His voice was glitching, growing louder with great hostility. You knew he definitely wouldn't talk to people like this..not even children. Unless this is why they were terrified of him, but it didn't make sense why he'd be hellbent on punishing someone outside the daycare.

Was he hacked somehow?

You backed away slowly, standing behind the security station desk. Moon followed, but oddly enough he didn't set a foot on the checkered floor.

Somehow that terrified you more--that he intended to corner you here. Because when you moved to the other side, he suddenly jumped onto the table, crouching down.

No way were you getting out of here. Not when you had no idea what he'd do if you let him go.

From the way he talked, it was like he wanted to hurt this kid and the main mascot. You couldn't risk a lawsuit and certainly didn't want him getting hurt, too.

"Moon, y-you're not thinking straight." You tried to reason. "I know we've never talked before but..I want to be your friend, too. And as your friend I'm just worried for your safety out there."

He seemed at loss for words now. Although his grin was permanent, he remained silent, as if the thought of someone wanting to be his friend was a shock.

"I know you don't trust the others, but there's four of them, a whole platoon of security bots, and one of him. They'll catch him. I promise. He's not gonna cause anymore trouble."

Now Moon responded with a grumble of discontent, sitting down on the desk and swinging his legs. "Punish...I must punish...or I'll be punished..." He mumbled to himself, his voice still glitching every few breaths.

It was obvious his behavior was unstable, and it was only a matter of time before he decided to go off on his own. But you wondered if...talking to him like you would Sun can somehow calm him down.

"Hey, Moony? I'm curious. What activities help the kids wind down for bedtime?"

The mechanisms in his neck clicked as he raised his head to you. "Hmm...we craft glow in the dark stuff...and tell bedtime stories and eat moondrop candies.." He rambled about different things, counting on his fingers.

The more he talked, the red glow in his eyes gradually faded.

'Seems his original programming's fighting back.' Relief swept over you. Hopefully you can distract him until the power kicked back on.

"I know something really cool we could do together. Like..making shadow puppets!" You honestly never made shadow puppets before, but you thought of it on a whim. "I mean..I've always wanted to try them but I never had good flashlight till now." With a smile, you waved the tool.

Moon nodded, seeming more eager. "Can we make some?"

"Sure! We'll find a dark spot on the wall somewhere."

He suddenly stood up, before leaping off the desk. You looked up to see him attached to a string on the ceiling, "flying" to one of the castle props and landing there. He waved his arms to you, and you smiled.

Eventually you found the hidden stairway leading up to where he was and sat down beside him on the floor. Together you both made shadow gators, bunnies, and wolves. He also offered you a moondrop candy, which you pretended to eat. It tasted like a blueberry cough drop, but you weren't going to tell him that.

Vanessa got impatient over the radio, but you lied a bit and said you were still checking the ballpit. She'd probably have a bitch-fit about you playing "childish games" with a robot and not taking your job seriously.

Oh well. The friendship you were forming with Moon was far more important.

#clanask #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon

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weasleypogues · 3 years

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fight club (p.h.)

request: hii can i request smth angsty with pope ? maybe it could end well for both the reader and him but overall it’s just filled with angst and slow burn and tension ? ty xx

ofc lovieee!!! loving this pope recognition finally!! :)

this will be a two part becuause this was longer than i expected!!! part 2 here!!!

masterlist.

you literally felt like you could not sit still. anger was pulsating through your veins as you paced back and forth on the porch of the chateau. you also felt the piercing eyes of pope follow you back and forth as you struggled to form a cohesive sentence.

“it’s just- ugh! she can’t get away with this! she thinks because she’s a kook that i’ll be begging for her forigveness and shit like i’m a starving peasant just to save my reputation! i’m a fucking pogue, i don’t have a reputation to uphold!” you spat as your hands clenched together so hard you swear you were going to accidentally draw blood from your palms.

vanessa was a kook that you never had problems with when you were kids because you two had a friendship that was secretive and playful because of opposing groups. it wasn’t until middle school was when she ditched you, similar to kie and sarah’s relationship. thankfully for them, they sorted it out. however, vanessa was bitter and bitchy every chance she could get.

“yes (y/n)! keep it fiesty! i wanna see you win a good cat fight.” jj egged you on.

“you’re gonna make yourself go crazy if you don’t just sit down.” pope spoke in a sterner tone than you would have expected. but as the rage filled you from vanessa, pope’s tone was not helping. you felt a tinge of hurt in your chest as he expressed his clear stress and annoyance with you. but you weren’t going to let it go that easily; not in this state.

“i’m fine just the way i am, thanks.” you responded just as passive-aggressively as he did. you literally had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes so you wouldn’t egg this on, because the last thing you needed was for pope of all people to be on your bad side.

you heard him scoff from behind you and his footsteps faded away. you spun around so quickly, maybe even too quickly to play it cool, to just see a flash of him as he turned the corner. your eyes flashed to john b, kie, and jj who had expressions that were just as shocked as your own.

“what’s his problem?” you asked, expecting an answer real quick before you had to go investigate it yourself. your teeth grinded against each other and you felt your face and ears go hot.

“he probably just doesn’t think this is worth it (y/n/n).” kiara stated, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt and giving you a look that said don’t let it get to you. kiara shared a quick glance with john b and jj, which definitely did not go unnoticed by you.

“w-what was that? that little look you three shared?” you asked pointing your finger at them interchangeably and confused but angrily eager to find out. you raised your eyebrows, expecting another speedy answer as you finally turned towards jj who held his hands up in defense and bit his tongue.

“cut pope some slack. you’ve been looking for trouble lately (y/n), it’s been keeping him on edge each time.” john b responded and slapped his hands on this thighs before getting up off the couch. you felt your cheeks get a little hot and your jaw drop slightly.

pope was trying to be protective of you. this was not a secret that you and pope were always flirty with each other but neither of you ever acted on it. both keeping the same sad mindset, if they wanted to, they would. everytime you talked about this with kiara and sarah at a girls’ night, they playfully judged you for thinking like that and tried to encourage you to just go for it.

you took a deep inhale and relaxed your shoulders and face, feeling the tension ease up on your body. “she’s asking for it...look i don’t want to make pope upset or anything but vanessa can’t keep pulling this shit. she’s asking for her teeth to get knocked in.” you huffed out as you grabbed your backpack and phone to hop on your bike and head home.

your grabbed your phone and backpack as you headed back outside to your bike. you didn’t even bother to text the rest of the group about catching a ride to tonights kegger because you were just a little fired up from earlier. they were your friends and if this were any other case, they would be backing you up. why is this time any different?

you’re recalling yourself getting ready. stud earrings because she can grab hold of hoops. your hair in two braids because there was less surface area for her to snatch onto. sneakers to make a run for it in case shit gets bad.

what the rest of them don’t understand is that not only was vanessa mean, spoiled, and made your existence on the obx difficult, was that you had a bumpy past with her. more than just losing a friend. she made up a rumor based on fake ideas that she overheard her parents talking about. when she would run into you on the street with her other kook friends at the ripe age of 13, she would be a bystander as they spat insults your way. that always caused a strain in your friendship.

until one day, she started the picking on first. she judged you on your family’s financial situation and said quote-by-quote “i heard her mom cheats on her dad with all of her little pogue friend’s dads. who knows, they could actually be related and we wouldn’t know. she’s a whore and i’m sure she’ll end up just like her.” tears still brim your eyes at that memory. you wouldn’t dare tell the rest of the pogues, whether it was out of embarassment or fear. it was best for them and their own minds that it was never brought up again. since then, it seems like constant torture from her.

you pulled up on the beach and hopped off your bike as your tires were definitely not made for the sand. you laid it on a tree and made a b-line to the keg that john b was basically guarding. “thought we’d hear from you.” you heard kiara state as she sat on the sand and glanced up at you, squinting her eyes to keep the remaining sun from basically burning them.

“yeah well, just got a lot on my mind.” you responded. you didn’t want to be so abrupt with them but your blood was basically boiling with the idea of vanessa. john b stared between you and kiara and handed you a full red solo cup which you gladly took, taking a gulp.

“soooo...” jj started, throwing an arm around your shoulder, “cat fight tonight?” you felt a chuckle rise out of you as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“if you’re lucky enough, maybe you’ll get front row.” you joked, sending a smirk jj’s way and taking another gulp. you felt a presence behind you and turned to be faced with pope. his facial expression had clearly changed from what you saw from him last time. he looked almost guilty and concerned rather than aggravated.

“come to snap at me again?” you said, turning towards the horizon on the water. looking into his eyes right now was difficult. maybe because it was the idea that you knew some part of you wanted to snap at him for him snapping at you earlier but you couldn’t make another enemy. not tonight.

“about that...can i actually talk to you for a minute?” pope muttered, instincitvely cracking his knuckles, clearly scared to tread on water. you felt your shoulders relax and your facial muscles follow suit. placing your drink and backpack on the ground you followed a few paces behind him, closer to the sand where the tide was rolling in. although he didn’t stop, he wanted this to be a walk and talk situation.

you strolled beside him, both of your hands slightly brushing against each other every now and then. while neither of you took initiative to grab the others’ hand, neither of you pulled your hands out of that pathway either. that connection and touch felt nice. it was reassuring that his snappiness, along with your own, was out of love and protection of each other.

“you won’t be happy with what i’m about to say...” pope started, basically holding his breath.

“so why say it, pope? i know it sounds bad to say outloud but, why not just let me fight her? she has made my existence so unbearably difficult on this island and has slandered my name and countless others of those i love too much and for too long. i’m sick of being a pushover and letting her get away with it because of mommy and daddy’s money. im done!” you blurted out, letting more info out than you expected. “why does it bother you so much? if this was topper and john b going at it, or rafe and jj? which keep in mind, both have actually happened, i’m sure you would be more hesitant to stop them.”

your strolling came to a sudden halt as pope took a step directly in front of you, face to face. he looked longingly into your eyes, somewhat darting back and forth between your own eyes to search for an answer to his questions or even an answer to yours.

“(y/n)! i can’t see you get hurt. i know how badly you want to do this and how much it means to you but in the end, what is it going to get you? an even worse reputation among kooks, bloody nose, and a black eye? is it worth it?” pope rambled drasticaly.

“it is worth it! and i’m so thankful that you care about me and my well being and everything in between but this is something that i have to do. once and for all. i’m not putting myself and everyone i love through this torture anymore. and if that means beating the shit out of her and getting a bloody lip and battered up on the way, than so be it!” you responded, using your hands quite animatedly throughout the performance. the waves seemed like the loudest thing on earth as you awaited an answer from pope. he looked defeated and anxious, knowing that there was no getting through to you for this.

“i-” pope started before cutting himself off, looking deafeated yet again. he ran his hands over his face in frustration and as he let his eyes shine over the tips of his fingers, they locked with yours. you felt stuck in place and in a trance for a split second before you felt a pair of hands on your waist and soon enough, you were lip locked with pope.

instantly you pulled away, your heart feeling full and your legs feeling limp. your hands made their way to his jawline, slightly caressing his cheeks and neck as you pulled him back into the kiss, elongating it.

he pulled away, shocked yet proud with himself. you could not help the small smile that made it’s way onto your face as your cheeks felt hot immediately. “i can’t believe i’m saying this but...fuck it. beat the shit out of vanessa.”

the small smile grew as a laugh escaped your lips. you were quick to grab his hand as you both made your way back towards the kegger that was becoming a little more dense as the minutes passed. sarah, kiara, jj, and john b’s eyes were quick to fall on your interlocked hands with pope. both of you kept quiet, playing it nonchalantly. but you couldn’t help but notice pope’s look to john b and jj, all with smirks lined up on their faces.

part two out later!! :)

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spookyboywhump · 3 years

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Immediate follow up to This Piece

Wren’s blinding two electric boogaloo! Here’s the aftermath of the recent events uwu

CW: Aftermath of eye whump, pet whump, dehumanization, brief vague medical setting

***

The screaming made Cain’s blood run cold. It wasn’t necessarily out of place at these things, pets got hurt often, pets got hurt all the time, but he recognized this screaming, he swore he did.

“I-I’m sorry, excuse me, I need to check on something.” He said to the people he had been carrying on a conversation with, trying to be polite but also already distracted, taking off towards the growing group that had been forming. He only paused on the way when he saw Vanessa and Zander off to the side, and he could tell that he’d heard it too, he’d likely already came to the same conclusion and he looked terrified, he’d likely been about to take off himself. He gave a sharp whistle to catch his attention, motioning for Zander to follow him, the other man doing so without hesitation.

They pushed through the small crowd, but Cain froze in place at what he saw, Wren curled up on the floor, hands covering his face as he howled in pain. Zander wasn’t as patient, he was at Wren’s side in a second, a panicked look on his face. He let him handle Wren for now, he made eye contact with Nicholas and quickly made his way over to him.

“What the fuck happened here?!” He asked, more worried than angry- for now anyway.

“The pup got into a little… altercation, with that gentleman there.” He said, motioning to one of the men Cain was unfamiliar with, who was looking down at Wren in disdain. “He was punished of course, as you can see.” He said, and Zander looked up at Cain, worry all over his face as he held Wren upright in his arms.

“Sir, you… you should look at his eye…” He said slowly, Cain getting even more nervous just hearing his tone. He knelt down beside them, having to grab Wren’s wrist and pull his hand away from his face, though he quickly let go of him when he saw the damage done to his eye, his own eyes going wide. He jumped to his feet, immediately facing the man who’d done this to him, his hands clenched into fists.

“What the fuck did you do to him?!” He snarled, getting even angrier when the man looked completely dismissive.

“You need to teach your mutt some manners,” He said instead of answering the question, “If he hadn’t hit me-”

“I don’t give a damn what he did- what did you do?!” He snapped.

“I taught him a lesson.” He said matter of factly. “A cigarette to the eye should teach him to keep his hands to himself.”

Cain didn’t even think when he tried to attack him, absolutely furious somebody would harm one of his dogs in such a brutal manner- there were a lot of things that he was okay with, but not only had this happened without his knowledge or permission, but this was too far, it crossed a line even for him. He only managed to hit him once before he was being grabbed by Nicholas, dragged a few feet back to keep things from getting worse.

“Don’t pin this all on me,” He snapped at Cain, gesturing to Nicholas as his own friend pulled him back by the arm, “He gave me the cigarette to do it!”

“You never said you were going to burn his eye.” Nicholas said, defending himself calmly even as he held Cain in place.

“You don’t have the fucking right to treat my dog that way, I don’t give a damn what Nicholas did!” He snapped.

“Cain!” Zander caught his attention, for once Cain didn’t immediately lash out over hearing his name from him. “Look, I want to wring this fucker’s neck too but you can’t do this right now, he needs help.” He said seriously, standing up and helping the crying boy to his feet, keeping his arm around him. Cain knew he was right, he didn’t know how bad the damage was yet and if he wanted any hope of there being no lasting damage, he needed to be taken care of now.

“Right- I’ll deal with all this later.” He said, shooting a glare at the man who’d burned Wren. He didn’t know him but he knew asking around would quickly get him a name and he’d deal with him from there, for now, Wren needed help and he was the only one who could actually do anything for him.

***

They were both on edge, now that it was just the two of them. It was the middle of the night and they’d only just returned to Cain’s house- without Wren. After several phone calls to find the right person and a trip to that facility, for once to help him rather than hurt him, all they could really do was wait. Zander had insisted they stay but they weren’t sure how long this would last, ultimately he didn’t get a choice in the matter. They were both sitting in the living room, a tense silence between them that Zander was the first to break.

“He shouldn’t have been alone.” He said tiredly.

“I know.”

“He- he’s small, he’s an easy target, they always target him, he shouldn’t have been alone.”

“I know.” Cain repeated, sounding exasperated.

“Then why the fuck did you leave him?!” He snapped, jumping to his feet. “You- You should’ve kept him at your side the whole time, you should’ve been able to stop it, how could you just fucking abandon him?!”

“You weren’t there either!” Cain snapped at him, only making Zander more angry.

“You know why I couldn’t be, I didn’t get a damn choice in the matter! You did, he’s your responsibility, you never should’ve taken your eyes off him!”

“I know!” Cain groaned. “I know- okay, this shouldn’t have happened, but it did, and I’m trying to fucking fix it. He’s getting the best care I can possibly get for him, we just, we have to wait now.” He was clearly irritated, but even though he didn’t say it, Zander could tell, he felt guilty for this. He knew he’d fucked up, and as much as Zander hated it, he was right. He’d done everything he could, now, all they could do was wait.

He already knew, it was going to be a long night.

***

He was alone again. Not completely alone, occasionally somebody would pass through, stop to poke and prod at him, but no one who he recognized. Half his eyesight was obscured, he’d reached his hand up to try and fix that at one point but that got his wrists restrained to the bed, all he could do was lay there and stare tiredly at the ceiling, listening to the dull hum of fluorescent lights.

He remembered the night before, unfortunately clearly, and he remembered being brought here. He remembered moments before he was knocked out, and after what felt like seconds he woke up here, by himself, unsure of if he was okay or when he’d be able to leave. He’d tried to ask but his words slurred together and hardly made sense to himself, whatever drugs he was on to curb the pain making him completely incomprehensible.

It felt like hours before he heard a voice he recognized, albeit, it was Cain’s, but he hoped that meant he’d get out of here soon. He was talking to one of the doctors- though Wren wasn’t exactly sure how qualified any of these people were, he tried not to think too hard about that. He was asking if he was okay, if he’d be able to leave with them, but Wren didn’t hear the rest of the conversation as his attention was drawn away, somebody was undoing the strap around his wrist and he glanced over, overwhelmed with relief to see Zander. He tried to say something but all that came out was a pathetic whimper.

“Hey kid,” He said gently, “Cain’s making sure everything is alright, but you should be out of here soon.” He said, reaching over to free his other wrist. He nodded tiredly, once again reaching up to try and move whatever was blocking his left eye but Zander gently pushed his hand away. “Don’t do that, those need to stay on.” He said, and though Wren wasn’t quite what he meant he lowered his hand. “I… I’m sorry, Wren…” He said softly.

“Not your fault…” He murmured, his words slurred slightly.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t there to protect you, I… I’m sorry this happened…” He continued anyway, but Wren slowly shook his head. If he were being honest, it did hurt. He’d begged for help, he’d screamed and cried and he wanted somebody, anybody, but especially the person who’d always protected him to be there, but he wasn’t. He knew it wasn’t his fault, knew he never wanted to leave him, but still, he wasn’t there, and that had been the scariest part of it all.

Zander stayed at his side as they waited, even helping him sit up at one point, and finally, after one last thorough check up and changing the bandages, they were allowed to take him. He’d noticed something was off, he kept trying to open his eye but it didn’t make a difference. He assumed it was just a lasting effect from the treatment, assumed that within a day or two, his sight would return to normal. He was still a bit delirious from the drugs and Zander had to help him along- eventually just picking him up to make it easier. He leaned against him, trying to relax, trying to just be happy this was all finally over.

***

He sat on the living room floor, holding completely still as Cain pulled back the bandages, Zander knelt next to him holding his hand. Days had passed, days spent in a drugged up haze due to the painkillers, but Cain said it should finally be okay to remove the bandages, at least for a short while, and he was hoping for the best. Having half his eyesight obscured was getting frustrating to say the least.

Cain moved back from him and he blinked slowly, once, twice, his eyes were definitely open yet he still only had half his vision.

“W-wait- wait something i-is wrong…” He said, his voice shaking, and both Cain and Zander shared a worried glance.

“Wren, you… you know what happened, that… it caused some serious damage…” Zander said slowly. Without thinking Wren got to his feet, shaking and unsteady but making his way across the room, to the wall with a mirror in an ornate frame, the other two men quickly getting up to follow him. He froze as he finally saw his eye for the first time since it happened, his mouth falling open in shock.

“They did everything they could…” Cain said gently, “But really, all they could do was repair it so it didn’t look as bad…”

“N-no- no no no, I-I can’t, I can’t see!” He stammered, stumbling back and bumping into Zander, immediately turning to hide his face in his chest, continuing to murmur, “No no no no…”

“Wren, I’m so sorry…” Zander said softly, and the boy let out a heart breaking sob as he wrapped his arms around him.

“Th-this shouldn’t have happened! I-I should be better, it should’ve b-been better after a few- a few days not- not this!” He wailed, weakly gripping Zander’s shirt in his hands. He felt like he was going to be sick, he prayed this was all just some nightmare, something he’d wake up from any second now, but deep down he knew, this was real and this was permanent.

He sobbed loudly as the reality of it sunk in, and finally Zander helped lower him to the floor, only so he could pull him onto his lap, holding him tightly as he cried. At some point, Cain gently put his hand on his back, but Wren didn’t try to pull away.

“I’m… I’m sorry this happened, Wren…” He said, likely the only apology he’d ever hear from Cain. It didn’t make him feel better though, nothing could make him feel better right now. He was weighed down by that twisted sense of despair in the pit of his stomach, enduring the aftermath of torment he never should’ve suffered in the first place.

He couldn’t get his eyesight back, and he couldn’t go back in time and stop this from happening. All he could do was cling to Zander, and wail over what was just one more thing taken from him by these people.

#whump #my writing #my oc’s #wren #Zander #cain #eye whump aftermath #pet whump #dehumanization #I’m not sure how good the editing is the sleep meds kicked in g night

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a-supernatural-writer · 3 years

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Lost in the Shadows Pt.3

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Word Count: 2136

FemOC x Poly Lost Boys

Giggles erupted from Sarah and Danielle as they wobbled their way off one of the rides they decided to experience. They leaned on each other, Sarah’s arm wrapped around Danielle’s waist as Danielle had her arm around her girlfriend's shoulders.

“If we go on one more ride, I swear I might puke.” Sarah giggled, trying to find her footing.

Danielle waved a dismissive hand at her, “Oh, come on. I think the carousel is calling our name.” The brunette was trying to find her footing as well. It didn’t help that both girls were wearing chunky shoes that added at least an inch and a half to their height.

Sarah looked at Danielle in disbelief, “Okay, I seriously think you’re doing this to torture me.”

Danielle chuckled, “Hey, you wanted to ride the carousel in the first place.” She reminded the blonde.

Sarah pouted. Her girlfriend was right. She wanted to ride the carousel when they first split from the group but then the two decided to go on the more intense rides to get the out of the way and then wind down to some of the more taimer ones.

But, going on a few spinning rides kind of set Sarah back a bit and wanted to take a break. She loved going on rides but, she even knew she had to pace herself.

Danielle smiled at Sarah, moving her face into the crook of Sarah’s neck, placing a light kiss on her skin, “Let’s take a break and sit down. I know that you need a breather.”

Instead of diving back into the thrill of the rides, Sarah and Danielle took it upon themselves to find a seat and gather their bearings. The two leaned against each other as they watched different characters of people pass them by.

Bright and beautiful colors danced across their eyes, the music from different rides and game booths mixed together to create a new melody. “Never thought we would end up in California.” Sarah comments, fiddling with her gold thumb ring.

Danielle hummed, leaning back against the wooden bench they were sitting at, “We would end up here eventually. If not now, maybe twenty or even forty years we would have moved here.” The entire group wasn’t up for staying in one place for too long. They would usually stay in one state for around ten to twenty years and then find a new home.

Sarah nodded, “True… Though it may be good for all of us, you know? Opening our own music shop here, our band could finally gain some traction… Vanessa could find out what the source of the pull she’s feeling is.”

The brunette nodded as well, “You’re not wrong.” Danielle then smirked, wrapping an arm around her girlfriend's waist, “I can also see you kill it on the waves whenever you take your board out.”

Sarah giggled, “Now that’s something I’m looking forward to. It’s been so long since we’ve lived in a beach town.” Sarah lived for surfing. Louisiana had a few beaches that she could surf, but it never seemed to feed her thirst for the activity.

She was grateful that their new home was Santa Carla. She could go out on days when she wasn’t working and enjoy the sun while she surfed.

Sarah opens her mouth to say something, but her words die on her tongue when she smells it. A scent that she hasn’t smelt in years. Danielle’s smile disappears as the same scent fills her nose.

The scent of half turned vampires on the Boardwalk.

It was strong, so whoever the half vampire was, they were close.

Sarah and Danielle stand from their seat, heads turning in every direction to find the source. Even with the multiple crowds of people passing them by, their own scents becoming but a footnote to the two females.

Danielle’s eyes froze when they landed on a girl with long curly brunette hair, wearing a white tank top blouse, a decorated skirt, and way too many bracelets to count. She was holding the hand of a young boy that looked around the age of ten, shoulder length light brown hair and dried dirt smudged his face.

Danielle nudged the blonde beside her, directing her attention to the pair.

Sarah stared as the duo walked through the crowds. The scent was radiating off of both of them. They were both half turned vampires.

The two females shared a look and decided that rides would just have to wait. If Santa Carla was their new home, might as well get to know any other creatures that were walking around.

Hand and hand, Danielle and Sarah, set out on their path, following the girl and small boy within a reasonable distance.

They couldn’t help but smile when they heard the small boy express his desire to go on the rides that they walked by. His big eyes looked up at the girl with hope and excitement.

The girl just smiled, not really telling him yes or no to whatever ride he pointed at. She just seemed content with walking around the Boardwalk, not particularly interested in anything.

It was only when they approached the carousel did the boy start begging to go on the ride, “Please, Star!”

Danielle and Sarah blinked at the girl's name. Star was definitely an interesting one, but it fit the beautiful female perfectly.

Star sighed, crouching down to the boys height, giving him an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry, Laddie. Maybe tomorrow we can get some tickets?”

The boy, Laddie, pouted at the fact that he couldn’t go on his desired ride. Of course, Star and Laddie were only given enough money to get something to eat and play a few games, much to his disappointment.

And this is when Danielle and Sarah took the situation to their own advantage. The two walked up and Sarah took the first step, “Excuse me?”

Star looked up at the two females, blinking at their appearance. They were both very beautiful in their own ways. She was pretty sure that they were new to town since she’s never seen them around. She stood from her crouched position, “Yes?”

Sarah smiled softly, “Sorry to bother you, but we heard that a certain somebody wanted to go on the carousel?” She tilted her head to look at Laddie who had himself somewhat hidden behind Star.

Danielle pulled out the last four tickets that she had in her skirt pocket, “We were actually gonna go on the carousel ourselves to finish our list of rides we wanted to go on. And we have two extra tickets.”

Danielle tears the two extra tickets from the other ones, “Would you like them?”

Star smiled at them, very surprised by their kind offer, “Oh, thank you. Are you sure?” Star asked, not knowing if this was a trick or not.

Sarah nodded, “Please. They’ll just be going in the trash if we don’t use them.”

Danielle held out the two tickets to Star who took them gently away. Star looked down at Laddie who was smiling at Danielle and Sarah, “Laddie, what do you say to the nice girls?”

Laddie surprised all of the girls when he ran out from behind Star and hugged Danielle, “Thank you!” He exclaimed.

Danielle chuckled, patting the top of Laddie’s head that was pressed against her stomach, “No problem bud. You’re not the only one who loves that ride.”

Sarah raised her hand, accepting this fact, “Guilty as charged. Oh!” She gasped as Laddie hugged her just as he did to Danielle.

Star stared in awe as Laddie easily smiled at the two of them. He was never like this with new people. Star briefly looked down at the tickets and then back up as Laddie pulled away from his and Sarah’s hug.

“Would you-” Star stopped her sentence when they all looked at her. Star smiled when they waited for her to continue, “Would you like to go on together?” Star hoped that this was a chance at making new friends that could be separate from the boys.

Danielle and Sarah glanced at each other, already knowing the answer. They nodded at Star’s offer and the four fell into the line for the carousel.

The four officially introduced themselves as the line moved along. When it was their turn to climb onto the carousel, Laddie chose a white painted horse with gold and blue accents while Star stood off to the side.

Sarah got on the horse opposite of Laddie, sitting sideways to face the two while Danielle leaned against the horses head.

They continued talking about anything that came to mind. Star asked where they moved from, being surprised that they were from New Orleans. She was even more surprised when Danielle and Sarah exposed the fact that they and their band members, who were more like family, were opening a music shop on the Boardwalk.

Star didn’t say much about herself but Laddie was happy to talk about what he liked and what his favorite things to do were. Danielle and Sarah smiled and listened intently to the boy, finding him absolutely adorable.

Their smiles almost faltered once they reminded themselves what they were. Laddie was forever trapped in a ten year old boy's body. Even though he was only half, he still wouldn’t age and that wouldn’t change once he fully fed. The same went for Star. Physically she seemed around their age, but she would never grow old.

But they pushed those facts away to enjoy their time with them in that moment. From what they could gather, both Star and Laddie were innocent as half vampires could come.

By the time they exited the ride, Star really liked Danielle and Sarah. Laddie was in the same boat, wanting to hang around the girls for a little bit longer.

“Thank you again for the tickets and for joining us.” Star thanked them again.

Danielle waved a dismissive hand at Star and then wrapping said hand around Sarah’s own hand, “No biggie. We really had a good time with you guys.”

“I wish we could spend a little more time with you guys, but we have to meet back up with our friends.” Sarah apologized, smiling sadly when she saw Laddie’s smile falter a little.

Star ‘ohs’ at the news, a little upset that they had to leave so quickly. Sarah felt bad that they suddenly had to leave them, “Don’t forget. We have our shop opening on New Years day, two days from now. You guys are always more than welcome to come and hang out if you want.”

Danielle nodded in agreement, “Then you’ll get to meet our friends. I’m positive that they’ll love you guys.”

Star and Laddie’s moods instantly lifted at their offers and at the idea of making new friends. “We’ll happily stop by.”

Happy that Star took their offer, Danielle and Sarah say their goodbyes, waving at them as the females walk away.

Once they were a good distance, the two broke into a run, following the scent of their two coven members that were lingering nearby.

The girls slowed down when they saw Luis and Timothy walking by a couple of game booths, “Luis! Timothy!” Danielle called out to the boys. The boys stopped, letting the girls jog to a stop in front of them.

“What’s up? Don’t we have ten more minutes?” Timothy asked, looking down at his watch in confusion.

Danielle took a breath, “Half vamps on the Boardwalk.” She whispered out just loud enough for them to hear.

Timothy and Luis tensed a little at the information but then quickly relaxed. “You’re kidding?” Luis asked, wrapping his shawl a little tighter around him.

Danielle shook her head, “I wish we were. Sarah and I got to know them. A girl around our age named Star and a ten year old boy named Laddie.”

Timothy ran a hand through his hair, “You said half vampires right?”

The girls nodded.

“That means a sire is somewhere in Santa Carla and there might be fully fledged vamps walking around.” Luis concluded.

Vampires were never alone. Vampires grouped together in covens and their sires were usually not far away. And for all of them, that meant danger if they didn’t take the right precautions.

In a way they were somewhat preparing for this. If Vanessa felt a pull towards Santa Carla, no doubt that pull was towards another vampire. And if there was one, there was always bound to be more.

“Let’s find Vanessa and call it a night.” Sarah ordered more than she suggested to the others.

The rest of the group agreed and headed out to find Vanessa who at the moment was dealing with her own situation that would change everything forever.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys oc #the lost boys x oc #poly lost boys #poly lost boys x oc #poly lost boys x reader #the lost boys x reader #OC #vampire #gay vampires #santa carla #female ocs #lesbian ocs #lesbian vampires #the lost boys star #the lost boys laddie

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cyberfairyblog · 3 years

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Caves of Qumran prologue

Jason, Whit, Connie, Eugene, Katrina, Regina, Calypso and Vanessa go to Qumran to rescue Jason's former colleagues. Jason x OC, Eugene x Katrina, rewrite of the cartoon. The dialogue is wonky I know ;_;

Deep within the caves of a tiny Middle Eastern Country, a pretty blonde haired woman wearing a red shirt and green shorts walked down the caves reading the runes with her torch. She looked around sensing something - or someone - in the same vicinity and contacted her partner.

"Stanley Stanley are you there?"

From not far away,a tall brunette man in a business suit answered back. "I read you Sarah I'm just trying to navigate - WHOAH-" He yelped as he fell into the shallow pool.

"Stanley I don't think we're alone," Sarah voiced her concern.

"Don't tell me you're developing a case of the creepy crawlers." He saw a bunch of cobwebs and proceeded to freak out. Blinded by fear he ran smack dab into the wall and fell.

"Stanley what's happening?"

Stanley got up and sputtered "nothing just taking a little breather," he replied hoping she didn't catch that embarrassing pickle.

The two partners went back and forth, Sarah arguing that they needed to stick together, Stanley countered back claiming her fears were unfounded.

"We shouldn't be wasting our time chasing after a shadow," Stanley said. The inappropriately dressed explorer was too busy talking up his own bravery that he stepped on a brick, that sunk into the ground very slightly but the effect was devastating.

Stanley was just getting up again when the walls disappeared from behind him. Alarmed he tried to see what was going on, but then he heard footsteps approaching him.

Stanley screamed.

By then Sarah was too far into the tunnel to hear her partner's distress. Even through the walkie-talkie he was pleading saying that she was completely right there was someone not in their group in the caves hunting them down. But she didn't listen. She arrived in a small room filled with crates and gasped at the labels some of them bore.

Dozens of ancient artifacts strewn all over, and a table upturned as if there had been a fight. Sarah saw an older woman laying on the floor.

"Professor?" The blonde gasped. The professor's eyes were closed and her body was still like ice.

"No you can't be dead!" The blonde woman shouted in fright, collapsing to her mentor's side to check her pulse. To her relief she was alive but her skin felt cold. They needed to get out of there. Taking out her walkie-talkie she contacted Stanley.

She got her answer when Stanley dropped right in front of her, tied up with rope. "My god what happened?!" Her suspicions were sadly confirmed as another person showed up but they were shrouded in complete darkness.

"No stop, let us go please!" Sarah begged but her desperate pleas echoed with not a single soul to care...

It had been a long slow day at J&J Antiques so it didn't surprise Vanessa in the least bit when she saw Jason asleep on the desk in his office. Smiling she took the time to remove the papers trapped under his face - he would hate having them ruined by a cascade of saliva - and sat them aside.

"Jason," she whispered in his ear. "I'm gonna go ahead and close up shop for you."

The ex-agent only muffled a response. Wow he must've really had a rough day, no doubt because of that woman, Vanessa mused internally. She spent the next several minutes stowing things away and turned on the neon closing sign. By then Jason had woken up and dragged himself into the main room. "Did I miss something?"

"No, just me doing your job," the novelist said with a tease.

Blue eyes glanced at his watch. "Wait it's past seven already? Crap!" Jason exclaimed with a frown.

"Don't worry there hadn't been a customer, you were pretty knocked out though," she replied now feeling concerned. "That's a sign you need a vacation."

Jason was surprised at how clean the main room was, and guilty he fell asleep on the job. That rarely happened even during his time at the NSA and that job required doing paperwork *shudder*. In gratitude he wrapped his strong arms around the plush woman, and they gazed into each other eyes. "What would I do without you Nessie?"

"Oh I don't know, missing, dead, forced to perform at some gangster's kid's birthday party," Vanessa said all that with a shrug. Jason chuckled before pecking her on the lips. They stayed that way for a while until the phone rang. Grumbling at the loss of intimacy Jason trudged over to answer it. Meanwhile Vanessa went to sanitize the counters. She could hear him perk up at the other person on the line.

"Professor Janet it's good to hear from you, how's the expedition?" They talked for a good while and then Jason mentioned something about moving. "We hope to get them by the end of this week! Nice talking to you Professor!"

"Who was that?"

"That my dear was Professor Janet, we used to worked together back when I was a missionary," he explained. "She's sending us gifts from her latest expedition!"

"Oh? That's neat!" Vanessa clapped her hands. "Our museum does need some new items!"

"And the best part is they're entirely free! No payment whatsoever!" In excitement he scooped her up again and kissed her. "Trust me our museum is going to flourish!"

So that was how, almost a week later, a moving van arrived outside the manor house and its drivers unloaded beautiful artifacts of times long passed. According to Jason they came from a tiny middle eastern nation called Qumran.

"Are you sure it's a good idea having those things here?" Calypso asked while watching their progress. "I don't want to have to deal with a curse!"

"Come on Callie you know there's no such things as curses," Regina nudged her on her arm.

The Greek woman crossed her arms. Something smelled fishy about the whole thing.

One of the drivers, who wanted to be cheeky, held a vase out for Dylan. "Here kid catch!" The driver sneered before throwing it. Dylan tried to catch it in time but the poor thing crashed into the ground in a bazillion pieces before he could reach it. Vanessa's face drained and she slowly approached the pile of shards. Before anyone could response the van drove away leaving the black woman to pick up some of the pieces. She was almost in tears.

"They looked like they didn't care," Vanessa grumbled. "I oughta call out to their bosses and give them a piece of my mind!"

"We'll get our justice soon," Jason patted her on the shoulder. "What kind of employee does that to rare artifacts?!"

His father hummed. It did seem odd a professor would hire such careless folks. But at least the other items were in tact.

Little did they realize there was a lot more beyond ancient history behind their new gifts. Something that could lead to an exciting adventure away from Odyssey!

So I'm rewriting the episode "The Caves of Qumran" with Jason and my OCs inserted because I'm in a self indulgent mood. Unlike the OG episode Dylan won't be in this - I like him an all but he wouldn't really fit. Besides I want to see how my OCs would act in an episode. I'm not copying dialogue word for word a lot of it is my own. Also the main couple is Jason x Vanessa (my oc, obviously) as well as Eugene x Katrina. Professor Janet is an OC and an important one in this story. This story has a strong message particularly parodying Hobby Lobby and its recent controversies so that'll be fun! Leave some comments and remember: don't forget to tip the servers!

#Caves of Qumran #adventures in odyssey #aio fanfic #odysseymysteryhour #canon x oc #jason whittaker

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you [tom holland] - seven.

PAIRING: tom holland x female!celebrity!reader

SUMMARY: ah, to be young and in love. it sounds great if only you and tom were actually dating out of pure love and not for the sheer reputation of your careers. it also should be great if you two actually got along, but life isn’t that easy.

WARNINGS: mostly swearing! alcohol consumption! a whole lotta fluff on this one yall. it’s haters to lovers / fake dating au so take that information as you wish! also, their relationship is improving yall 🤧

WORD COUNT: 5.2k

SONG INSPO: harry styles - to be so lonely

A/N: hiya babes, again, its day n of quarantine. i feel awful that i’ve gone this long without an update. would totally understand that you had to reread this whole series to find out what the hell is going on lmao. also, quarantine life really ruined my general schedule like now, i start my days at 3 pm and it ends at 7 am. obviously, i’m not doing well.

also, everytime i try to write it’s always like 4 am so there’s prob a lot of errors on this. i also had the initial plan to cut this chapter in two parts but figured you guys deserve this bc i’ve been gone for way too long. [it was way past 6 am when i finished this]

hope you guys are safe. spam my inbox, tell me what you’ve been up to this quarantine! stay at home and wash those hands!!!!! sending all my love ♡

UPDATES EVERY SATURDAY 11 PM CST WHENEVER I CAN [I MEAN WE’RE IN LOCKDOWN. PLS PESTER ME TO UPDATE SO I CAN BE PRODUCTIVE]

gif credits: @tomhollandcouk

You took a look at the girls and sure enough, they were watching the two of you and were whispering amongst themselves. You didn’t know who they were so you were assuming they were on Josh’s guests.

You weren’t one to start fights however, you were extremely petty though. It’s a habit you’re trying to get rid of. “Hey, Tom?”

He hummed in response. “Do you want to finally get them off your back?” You asked him. He stared at you for a moment before nodding.

“I’m going to do something but promise me you’ll forget it as soon as it’s done.” You disclosed, not even knowing why you’re actually going to do it.

“Okay...” You knew he was getting curious. “What-”

You grabbed the side of his face and kissed the corner of his lips. To say that both of you were surprised was an understatement.

Your lips lingered on the corner of his. As soon as you saw the girls with their backs turned against you two, you pulled away.

You could easily see Tom’s ears turn red. You weren’t sure why, but you were too distracted by the fact that you actually did that.

You also felt yourself getting hot. You were sure that your face is burning, however, you were unsure of the fact that maybe it’s burning because of the stunt you just pulled or because of the alcohol in your system.

“It’s definitely the alcohol,” you murmured.

“Sorry, you were saying something?”

Seemingly lost for words and embarrassed, you told Tom “I need another drink.”

If anyone asked you what just happened, you probably won’t have an answer as you were confused as well. That’s why you were practically running to the open bar, leaving Tom on the dance floor, with the look of bewilderment painted on his face.

“Tom!”

He turned his head around, looking for who could have possibly called his name. Upon seeing who it was, he greeted her with a huge smile on his face. “Liv, congratulations! It was a wonderful ceremony.” He said genuinely.

“Aw,” Olivia cooed in delight. “Thanks, Tom! We’re happy you could make it.” She beamed.

“Would’ve never missed it,” Tom smiled.

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but have you seen Y/N?” Olivia asked, looking around.

He felt himself turn red, which Olivia noticed but chose not to point it out. “She told me she was getting herself a drink...”

“That bitch never learns,” Olivia murmured to herself. “Tom, can you do me a favour? Can you please keep an eye out for her? She tends to drink a lot at weddings and-”

All of Veronica’s words came flooding back to Tom, knowing that he was supposed to stop Y/N from grabbing another glass. “Right, of course.”

“She doesn’t have a problem!” Olivia quickly disclosed. “It’s just- She tends to do a lot of weird shit while drunk.” She chuckled. “I mean look at where you two are now. None of this would’ a happened if- Oh, I’m sorry.”

“S’okay, Liv. I know.” Tom shook his head, politely dismissing Olivia. “Uh, Liv, if you don’t mind, I’m going to look for-”

“Oh, no, you’re all good.” Olivia smiled. “I have to meet with Josh in just a few minutes anyway.”

Tom congratulated Olivia again for the beautiful ceremony before he left. As Tom was looking for Y/N, he found you leaned against the bar with a drink in one hand and a phone on her other.

“Y/N.” Tom called, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“Holy fuck-” You almost spat your drink. “Jesus Christ, Tom, you fucking scared me.”

Tom chuckled. “’m sorry, darling.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to pick you up,” Tom said as he saw the drink on your hand and grabbed it “and to stop you from drinking.”

You furrowed your brows at him, “Why?”

For a moment, you could’ve sworn you saw Tom shift his eyes over at your lips. That’s when you realized that you were pouting and quickly pressed your lips together.

“’cause you’ve had enough drinks for tonight,” Tom simply stated. “Why don’t I take you back to your hotel?” He offered.

“I’m good, Tom.” You said “People aren’t looking, you can quit acting like you care now.”

Tom chose to ignore the last part and pulled out his phone. “I’m texting Veronica that we’re leaving.”

“Seriously, Tom, just let me be.”

“Y/N, I’m just looking out for you. You’ve had a couple of drinks already and apparently, Zoë needs you to be up and well tomorrow morning.” Tom said, the frustration was getting through him.

“Tom-”

“I’m serious, Y/N. I will carry you to my car if I have to.”

All you could do was glare at him.

“You’ve been frowning for 10 minutes now, your face is going to get tired, darling.” Tom commented as he stole a quick look at you, only to find you with the look of annoyance plastered all over your face and your arms crossed.

“I can’t believe you actually carried me! It was so embarrassing, you dickhead.” You grumbled, feeling shy since quite a few people did see his stunt and found it absolutely adorable.

“I did say that I was serious,” He pointed out as he did a shoulder-check before making a turn.

“Don’t even know why you’re driving me back to the hotel. I could’ve called someone, ‘ya know?” You were coming up with ways as to how you can avoid spending time with Tom, which was undeniably impossible since he is your boyfriend after all.

“Nonsense,” Tom pulled over at the front of the hotel, stepped out of the vehicle to give his keys to the valet and opened your door. “I would rather drive you back and know that you’re safe.” He said as he offered his hand for you to take.

You were reluctant at first, however, you still took his hand. He was being nice and you had to respect that.

Actually, you did notice that Tom was being nice within the past few weeks that you’ve started to date. Him becoming genuinely nice was starting to become a problem, especially when you’re involved with a lot of fake dating stunts.

It pulled your heartstrings in all kinds of different directions and you know it’s wrong, which is why you’re trying your best to put those feelings aside.

“Thanks Tom, I think I can handle myself from here.” You said as you carefully pulled your hand from Tom’s.

He frowned, “I have to take you up to your room, darling. Don’t you know that there are endless possibilities of what can happen to you just from the walk from the lobby to your room? Especially the lifts.”

You stared at him for a moment. “Well, I wouldn’t say I’m that paranoid but knowing you would never budge, then I guess you can walk me up to my room.” You said, not really going to fight him off. You already fought that battle earlier and you were left embarrassingly defeated.

The walk to the room was quiet, which was exactly what you needed. You were exhausted from today’s events, not to mention that you also had to wake up extremely early to get ready for your hair and makeup.

God, I can’t wait to take all of these off, You thought to yourself.

After what seemed like forever of looking for your keycard, you finally got to open your door. You turned to Tom who was leaning against the doorframe. He had the sleeves of his white button-ups rolled up to his elbows and he had a small smile plastered on his face, even though his eyes were nearly hooded from what seemed to be an exhausting day as well for him.

“Thanks again, Tommy,” you said softly. “Today must’ve been extremely exhausting for you.” You were starting to feel guilty as you felt like you made him jump through hoops just to take care of you when he had no obligation to do so.

“S’alright, darling.” He said before letting out a yawn. “Well, I best be off then. Good night, my darling.”

Tom had a couple of steps in before you shouted for his name, causing him to halt in the middle of the hallway. He turned to look at you, wondering why you called him.

“Do you wanna stay for a while? You must be exhausted and I don’t think I can live with myself if I let you drive whilst so.” You asked shyly. You weren’t heartless. You knew how to appreciate people’s efforts and right now, you had to swallow that pride of yours to show that you were thankful for Tom and his efforts.

Tom had to make sure that he heard you correctly. After all, you were the same girl who was reluctant to spend time with him for most of the time.

He had a loopy grin painted on his face. You weren’t sure whether it was meant to tease you or it’s because he’s getting sleepy, either way, it was enough to make you roll your eyes at him.

“Why are you smiling like that? Just-” You pinched the bridge of your nose, not knowing that it was possible to feel both annoyed and embarrassed at the same time. “Just stay with me for a bit so you can rest.” You mumbled the last part.

“Are you sure?” He asked for clarification. “Think I can drive for at least 30 minutes more-”

“Tom, just get in here with me.” You said as you took a hold of his hand and pulled him inside your hotel room. “If you think I’ll let you drive for half an hour when you’re nearly about to pass out then you’re dead wrong.” You pointed out as you closed the door.

“Are you getting soft on me now, Y/N?” He teased with a playful smirk on his face.

“No,” You denied, drawling out the ‘o’ as you kicked off your heels and pushed them to a side. “It’s called showing gratitude for being there for me.” You said, trying to sound casual as possible.

“Well,” Tom propped off his shoes and made his way to the bed “I like this side of you, darling.” He grinned.

You gave him a sarcastic smile before you turned your back and grabbed some change of clothes from your suitcase.

As you were in the bathroom to get yourself changed and try to get out of the bridesmaid dress, you’ve come across a tiny problem.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You hissed at yourself as you tried to unzip the back of your dress, failing miserably. “I have already prepped myself for the idea that I would be in the comfort of my sweatshirt.” You said to the mirror, not knowing where to pour the frustration running through you.

You opened the door slightly and found Tom who was sitting on the bed comfortably, his feet propped over the tower of pillows and his back rested on the bed frame.

“Tom?” He looked up from his phone to find where you called him from and when he saw you peering from the bathroom, he had his eyebrow raised. “Can you help me unzip my dress please?” You asked in a quiet voice.

“Sorry, what was that darling?” He asked and when you tried to repeat it again, not changing the volume of your voice. “Y/N, you have to speak up. Can’t hear you from here, darling.”

You sighed and opened the door wider, “Tom, can you unzip my dress?” You practically yelled. “-please.” you added awkwardly.

Tom blinked a couple of times before scrambling his way to the bathroom, muttering soft “yeah”s along the way.

As soon as he reached the bathroom frame, you quickly turned around so you could get this thing over with. Tom moved your hair to the side before finding the zipper of your dress. As he carefully unzipped your dress, you could feel the slightest touch of his fingertips grazing on your skin.

The trails of his touch sent you into shivers. God, am I that touch-starved? You thought. For you, the process was excruciatingly long. In reality? It probably only took like 30 seconds or less.

Shaking it all off, you quickly said your thanks and practically slammed the door on his face.

God, if you’re listening, I know I’m a handful but dying from embarrassment isn’t how I saw myself passing, You practically yelled to your thoughts.

After giving yourself a couple of minutes to change into your oversized sweatshirt and some sleeping shorts and also giving yourself to calm down, you grabbed your makeup wipes and made your way to the bed.

You tried your best to keep your cool and act as if nothing had happened. Act like you didn’t want the ground to swallow you whole.

You and Tom were sitting in silence: him scrolling on his phone and you trying to remove your makeup. The keyword was trying as you barely had any energy left to do anything and removing your makeup and fixing your hair felt like absolute chores.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” You asked, turning to Tom as you continued wiping your makeup off.

“Sure, whatcha got in mind?” He asked, putting his phone down and passing you the remote.

You hummed, waiting for the TV to finish loading the selections that they have on demand. “Ooh, they have Hereditary. I’ve been wanting to see the film for a while and I heard good things about the film.”

“Isn’t that a horror film?” He asked and you nodded. You could see that he was trying his hardest to assess whether he agrees with the film or not.

Of course, being the annoying person that you are, you teased Tom. “Aw, are you scared Tommy?” You cooed.

He rolled his eyes and denied your accusation. “’m not scared.”

“It’s settled then,” You grinned. “We’re watching Hereditary.”

As you were at least twenty minutes into the film, you took a quick look at Tom who was evidently engrossed with the film. You scooted a bit closer to him which he failed to notice, bringing a devilish smirk on your face. You slowly leaned in, just enough for your breath to hit his skin, and whispered “Tom” in an attempt to scare the poor guy.

Your tiny prank worked considering he practically jumped, almost making him fall off the bed. You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop laughing. “That was not funny, Y/N.” He said as he returned back to his spot, only this time, he had his head resting on the bed frame while his back was supported with the pillows.

“I beg to differ,” You said teasingly “Do you want to get room service? I’m kind of hungry.”

He just shrugged, saying that it doesn’t matter whether you want to or not. However, you were hungry and you’re not about to carry on watching the film with an empty stomach.

You quietly ordered room service as Tom was busy watching the film. He looked adorable, if you were being honest. He was hugging one of the pillows and used the same pillow to rest his chin on.

You were debating whether to wait for the food to arrive or fix your hair. Your hair was styled in a half-up braid, tiny flowers delicately placed within the braid, while the ends of your hair were curled. The hairstylist took a significantly huge amount of time to style everyone’s hair which is why you had to wake up at the crack of dawn. No wonder you were exhausted.

You chose to wait for the food instead and settled next to Tom. You two were clearly immersed with the film and you both flinched at the sound of the knock on the door as the scene of Charlie’s head rolls and turns into a ball pops up on the screen.

“Jesus christ,” You swore under your breath as you left the bed to go answer the door.

“Aw, are you scared, Y/N?” He mocked, which you rolled your eyes in response.

“Shut up, Holland. I’m not the only one who’s scared here.” You retorted.

You opened the door and thanked the staff that brought your room service, not forgetting to hand them a tip.

“I ordered strawberry and banana pancakes,” You told Tom with a childish smile.

“It’s midnight and you ordered pancakes?” He asked with an amused smile.

“I was craving pancakes,” You pouted. “We can share, you know? You didn’t tell me what you wanted so I just ordered food for myself.”

“S’alright, darling.” He answered “Don’t worry about it.”

“We can totally share, Tommy. I didn’t expect they’d give me this much so I won’t be able to finish this by myself.” You said as you showed him the huge stack of pancakes.

He just laughed and nodded, giving in because you weren’t going to let him just watch while you ate.

“Oooh, I also ordered tea because I remember that you like tea.”

He hummed as he approached you by the table. You were setting up the pancakes and tea that you ordered. “You remember, huh,” Tom mumbled softly as he watched you carefully set the teapot down.

“’course, I do.” You answered without hesitation. “You practically shunned me for drinking coffee that one time when you visited me on set.”

“Darling, you were on your third cup.”

“So? I needed caffeine.”

“If you needed caffeine, you could’ve easily had tea instead of your third cup.” Tom pointed out as he poured tea on his cup.

“Tea is for the weak,” You mumbled which earned a dramatic gasp from Tom.

“Take it back,” He said in disbelief.

“Tea is for the weak,” You repeated firmly just so you could annoy him even more, a smirk plastered on your face.

Tom pulled you in closer to him and started to tickle your waist, “I won’t stop till you take back what you said, Y/N”

You were squirming away from him, “Tom, stop,” you yelled in between giggles. “I might drop my pancakes, please.” You were trying your best not to tilt the plate and drop your food.

“Not hearing the magic words, Y/N” Tom teased in a sing-song voice.

“Okay, fine!” You gave in, laughing. “I take it back. Tea is great.”

“It is, innit?” He sighed in agreement, making you shake your head in amusement. “Don’t worry, darling, I’ll make you a great cup of tea.”

You started taking a few bites of your pancake before you sat on the edge of the bed, bringing your plate with you and had your complete focus on the screen. You and Tom were still watching Hereditary and you intend to finish the film, even if the film is starting to creep up on you.

Tom sat beside you, “How can you eat and watch this?” He asked.

You just shrugged. “I’m hungry, nothing can stop that.” You took another bite before you offered Tom the pancakes. “Do you want some?”

“Give me a bite,” He opened his mouth in response, leaning closer to you.

“Do it yourself, you big baby.” You laughed, almost handing him the plate before you realized, “Oh, I don’t think they gave us spare utensils though.”

“I can use yours, I don’t mind.”

You offered him your plate but Tom, instead of grabbing the plate, insisted on opening his mouth, insistently asking you to feed him. “Tommy, why are you acting like an actual child?!” You were joking of course, however, you can’t deny that this whole new dynamic that you two were having was refreshing to the eyes.

“C’mon, darling. Just give it” He replied and had his mouth open once again. “I’ll take the flowers and pins off your hair while you eat-”

“Alright, fair enough.” You agreed since you were getting the higher end of the deal. With the amount of hair pins on your hair? You were hitting the jackpot.

“I’ll do it if you also feed me.” Tom added.

“Eh, whatever,” You shrugged and took another bite of your pancake.

Tom stood on top of the bed so he could sit behind you, definitely on board with helping you with your hair. He sat behind you with his legs crossed, setting a comfortable position for him.

You felt the slight touch of his fingers graze on your neck, as he brought all of the hair to your back. As he ran his fingers softly through the ends of your hair, it was enough to make you yawn. You love it when someone plays with your hair, which perfectly explains why you like going to the hairdressers.

Trying to fight off the drowsiness that was slowly taking over you, you figured you’d cut a piece off of your pancake and feed it to Tom. You sliced a piece off with your fork and hovered it over your shoulder.

Soon enough, Tom generously took the bite and carried on with removing the pins and flowers that were carefully placed on your hair.

The process was going on for a couple of minutes now: you watching and feeding Tom with your shared pancakes, and Tom willingly taking out the pins out of your hair.

It also wasn’t long when another jumpscare appeared on screen, making you jump subtly. Maybe it wasn’t subtle as you thought, since Tom was snickering behind you.

“What are you laughing at? Maybe you insisted on helping me with my hair so you can hide behind me because you’re scared too.” You pointed out, being petty and all.

“Am not,” He grumbled, slightly offended. “Maybe I do wanna help.” He then outstretched his legs, saying that he can feel his leg getting numb.

You started to feel bad, since he didn’t have any obligation to do any of it. “Tommy, it’s okay. You can stop now.” You said, twisting your body so you can take a look at him.

“What? No, you’re fine, my darling.” He said turning your body upright, making you face the television again. “S’alright, you’re alright.” He muttered softly and went back to your hair.

You mumbled a soft ‘okay,’ too shy to say something else. You kept taking turns with feeding Tom the pancakes and taking a few bites yourself. You weren’t gonna lie and tell people that this, this, time with Tom was suffocating because it’s not.

This was the first time you ever felt truly comfortable with him. It truly felt like you were spending time with someone you loved. However, that idea itself terrifies you. The idea made you feel like you were walking on thin ice and you know you’re bound to sink anytime soon.

“Tom, here, take the last bite.”

Tom gratefully took the last bite and said, “Thanks, darling. Now put that plate on the table so we can prop ourselves properly on the bed.”

You obliged and as you did, you heard Tom dusting off the bed. Walking back, you saw him look so restricted with his slacks and button ups made you feel bad. He also looked so exhausted which, obviously, made you feel even more bad. “Tom, why don’t you just spend the night here?”

“I beg your pardon,” Tom cleared his throat. “Did you just suggest that I should spend the night here?”

“Y-yeah, I mean...” You trailed off. “You look exhausted and it would probably make me worry less if you did stay.”

“If it’s alright with you, then I wouldn’t mind.” He said softly, smiling.

You felt your cheeks burning and you really had to act fast. You remembered you wore your sweatpants earlier, as you were getting your hair and makeup done, and figured maybe Tom could fit in it.

“I’ve already worn this earlier but only while I was getting my makeup and hair done.” You pulled your black sweats out of your suitcase and offered it to Tom. “I’m not sure if it fits but it’s better than sleeping with slacks on right?”

“Are you trying to see me naked?” Tom smirked.

“W-what? No, you shithead.” You stammered. “I’m trying to make you feel comfortable. Also, if you are wearing nothing underneath then maybe keep the pants on and reevaluate why you went to a wedding without underwear?!” You popped off.

“Relax, Y/N, I was kidding.” He laughed, visibly amused at the look of distress on your face. “I’ll try it on. Thank you.”

Tom stood up and began unbuckling his belt. He was about to take his pants off when he gave you a teasing smile, in which you realized that you were staring. You turned around, absolutely embarrassed, and head soft chuckles from Tom.

“Okay, I’m decent.” Tom yelled, which you took as a proper signal and turned around, only to find your sweatpants fit snugly on Tom. “It’s a bit snug, but I think I’ll manage.” He commented as he also began unbuttoning his shirt.

You weren’t going to lie and tell people that you think that Tom isn’t fit. Because he is. He is very fit. His fans know that, you know that, everyone knows that. So, would they blame you if you stared at his fit body, absolutely flustered? Of course not, because they know.

However, what they don’t know is how hard you’re trying your hardest not to stare because, you of all people, know how you don’t like when people stare at your body.

“So, whaddaya think?” He turned around and lifted his bum, asking jokingly: “Too much?”

“Eh, it could be better.” You said, playing along.

“Oh c’mon,” He groaned in exaggeration, “People think I have a great arse.” Tom pouted while he returned to his position. This time he climbed up the bed, resting his back against the headboard, and had his legs spread.

“You know what? They’re right,” You said as you climbed up the bed as well and sat between his legs again. “You do have a fabulous ass.”

“Now, you’re just saying that to flatter me so I can continue removing pins from your hair.” He mumbled softly, feeling the return of his fingers back on your hair.

“Yeah,” you sighed in content. “I’m not letting you go until every hairpin is gone, babe.” You replied, not even thinking about what you were saying. Your eyes widened. Babe? You called him babe? Bitch, you’re losing it.

You heard Tom chuckle, “Oh, so I’m “babe” now, huh?” He teased.

“That wasn’t me, that was the exhaustion talking.” You mumbled shyly, a poor attempt to mask up an excuse.

“Right,” He drawled, obviously aware that you were just making up an excuse for this dubious slip up. “S’okay though, I liked it.” He whispered on your right ear, making you squirm as you found it ticklish.

“Why-” You whipped your head back to face him, “Why would you do that, I’m ticklish, Tom”

“’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Tom laughed, “Can you please call me “babe” again?”

“No.” You replied and just heard him let out an exaggerated sigh.

You two were busy bickering and being distracted by each other, that you didn’t know that the scene you two were watching was the last scene of the film.

“Huh,” You huffed. “Wasn’t expecting that ending.”

“What’s with all the butts?” He pondered out loud.

“I don’t know but I want that image out of my head. Do you have any movie suggestions because I know you don’t like horror.” You asked Tom as you scrolled through the movie selections once again.

Tom peered from behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder, “Oh, have you seen Coco?” He asked in suggestion, seeing the movie from the list.

“The Pixar movie?” You asked and he nodded. “Nope, I haven’t yet.”

“We should watch it then,” Tom said “It’s a great movie. I was in bits when I saw it and I was on the plane then.”

“Is it that sad?” You gasped as you clicked on the movie, waiting for the screen to finish loading.

“Oh, I was full on sobbing, darling.” He confessed, his chin still resting on your shoulder.

As soon as the screen finished loading, you hit ‘play’ and said, “Well, I’m about to let a movie ruin me then.”

You were right. The movie already ruined you and you two were only half-way through. Tom had finished removing all the pins and flowers from your hair five minutes after the movie started, so he had the chance to watch the film properly.

Tom is now lying down comfortably, though he was elevated enough to watch the movie properly. You, on the other hand, are cuddling Tom. You had your head rested on his chest while he had his arm around you, his chin merely touching the top of your head.

How he managed to trick you into this you ask?

“Darling, I think you should cuddle me.” Tom requested as he ran his fingers through your hair one last time. He just finished removing all of the hairpins that managed to cause you pain and suffering all day.

“Why?” You asked appalled, not meaning to ask it with such tone.

“Because I’m shirtless and I’m cold.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have removed your shirt?”

“But it’s uncomfortable.”

“I don’t care”

“Okay, then I’ll just drive back to my hotel then, even though I’m pretty exhausted. I’m sure nothing bad will happen.” Tom sighed dramatically.

“God, you really are an actor, huh.” You snorted. “Fine, I’ll do it. I used to cuddle my friends anyway.”

“Are you friend zoning me?” He gasped, as he laid down.

“You are despicable, Holland.”

As you were half-way through the film, you can’t even remember how much you’ve cried already. You could hear the soft sniffles from the two of you as the movie progressed.

Your sniffles turned into full-on sobs when Héctor’s scene came on screen. He was singing to Chicharrón as a final ode before he passed on with no one from his family that were able to remember him.

“What the fuck is this film,” You commented in between sobs. “Why are they trying to ruin me like this?”

Tom rubbed your arm back and forth on, trying to comfort you. You were going through your packets of kleenex at rapid speed, as did Tom. You weren’t expecting to cry this much but here you are.

Tom wasn’t kidding when he said he was in bits when he saw this film.

“Tom, do you think they’ll room service us some Kleenex if we asked?” You asked him honestly, tears still spilling from your eyes. You knew your nose was red too because it started to hurt as you were continuously wiping it.

Tom laughed softly, crying too “’m not sure, darling.”

You lifted your head to take a good look at Tom, finding his eyes bloodshot red from crying and tear marks still visible from his face.

You used your thumb to wipe the tears from his face, making him laugh. “Why are you crying this much? I thought you’ve already seen the film?”

He lifted his shoulder in a half shrug, “’m not too sure. I didn’t expect I’d cry this much too.” He managed to chuckle.

“We really need to call room service for some Kleenex, Tommy.” You sniffled.

quick side note: i actually saw coco for the first time [as i wanted to stay true to what i was writing] and i was a mess. i wasn’t lying when i wrote whatever the reader went thru bc same.

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Fever Dream - Upstead

Summary: Jay relives the aftermath of his shooting while Hailey is in New York. (What should have happened during 7x19!!)

Warnings: angst, self pity?

Requested: No

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“What were you going to say?”

Those words have haunted Jay since the moment he uttered them. There were so many other things he could have said. He could have said that he needed to tell her something too, he could have told her that she meant the world to him, he could’ve told her that he loved her too. But, he didn’t say any of those things and he was convinced that his excuse for a response was the reason he was drinking alone at Molly’s for the 3rd night in a row.

Hailey was in New York and Jay couldn’t help but feel slightly to blame. He wasn’t sure what had gone down between her and Voight, but whatever was said after Darius’s death resulted in him losing his partner, and drinking buddy, for the foreseeable future.

Their “think that works” had become an excuse to see each other even after a not so bad case, not that Jay minded. However, he’d learned the past few nights that he had lost all ability to pace himself. Hailey could drink with the best of them, so he always found himself switching to water early in the night or nursing 2 or 3 to make sure that she would home okay. But, without her here there was no reason for him to stop.

He sat by himself in the back, away from the buzz of first responders that crowded the bar. His finger hovered over her contact, he was debating calling her, but in his drunken state he wasn’t sure he could hold his tongue. He slammed his phone down on the table and ran his hands through his hair.

Once again he heard his words like a ringing in his ear. “What were you going to say?”

He couldn’t help but think that if he had laid his heart out in front of Hailey then that she would be in front of him right now. They could’ve handled Darius together. Jay laughed at his own stupidity. He was almost sure that Hailey reciprocated his feelings. He had heard from Adam and Kevin how distraught she was when he was shot, he always read in Tudy’s comments. He noticed Vanessa’s glances when the two of them together, and he saw the look in Hailey’s eye that day in the hospital. Something had changed, he knew it. But no matter how many times he convinced himself that she felt the same way, he couldn’t bring himself to tell her how he felt. Which is why his insinuation to himself that they could have handled Darius together seemed so out of touch, why was he waiting for some confession to change things between them. They could’ve handled Darius together, but he was too afraid to push her to let him in any further.

“What were you going to say?”

He needed sleep. He had lost count of how many beers he’s had a long time ago. He was surprised that Herrmann hadn’t cut him off. But little did he know, most everyone he knew was waiting for the figurative love shoe to drop. The unit watched him mope around the district, watched his face light up when she called, even though she had only been gone a week, it was obvious that he missed her terribly. They all felt bad for the detective in some capacity, everyone but the two guilty parties could tell that they were meant for each other. Even Voight, who had sent Hailey away in the first place, felt for Jay.

Knowing that driving was no where close to an option, he called a cab, even though he wasn’t too fond of leaving his beloved truck behind. Unfortunately, the alcohol in his system not only loosened his filter, it caused his mind to roam to places he usually avoided at all costs.

This wasn’t the first time that he lost a partner to New York. He knew Hailey was a damn good detective and that she would be crazy to leave a promised position at the FBI and come back to Chicago, back to him. And no matter how many times he told himself that Hailey wasn’t Erin, he was still terrified that she would decide to stay and somehow that hurt more than walking around with an engagement ring.

If he had told her how he felt, she would have something solid to come home too, or at least he wouldn’t be so loaded down by regret. There was only one way to make sure that he had all of his cards in play, to make sure that Hailey knew how important she was. He had to go to New York.

…

Jay woke up the next morning to a pounding headache and little memory of the night before. He padded to his kitchen, looking for anything that could dull the pain in his head. He scrolled through his texts, trying to find any clue of what happened the night before. He settled in on his couch, clutching a cup of coffee for dear life.

He was scrolling through twitter when he got an email from Allegiant Airlines. Clicking on the notification, Jay’s eyes went wide.

Saturday, March 28, 2020

7:30 PM to 9:25 PM Seats: 1

Chicago New York Class: Economy (V)

O’Hare JFK Meals: N/A

International International

Airport Airport

You’re flight has been confirmed!

Thank you for flying with us, Allegiant Airlines

“Holy shit.” Jay said as he read the confirmation over and over again. He must have bought a flight to New York last night. He ran his hands over his face and groaned.

He could email them and hope for a refund, or, he could go. He could go see Hailey and tell her everything. At that point it wasn’t even a question, he was going to New York.

The rest of the day after the realization was a whirlwind. He called Voight and got the next few days off work, he was hoping he wouldn’t end up on a plane back home tonight. He called Will, who gave him crap about not chickening out this time. The brothers had a heart to heart, which was rare for them, but by the end Jay was feeling pretty good about the night ahead of him.

As he waited in the security line he contemplated calling Hailey, but the fear of her telling him not to come was overwhelming. He was anxious the whole flight, his knee bouncing consistently. He was sure the people around him were aggravated by his heavy breathing constant shaking. When the plane landed he was the first one off. He had only packed a carry on, so he skipped baggage claim. As he walked out and faced the city he remembered the last time he was there, with Erin. It was during the case involving her brother. They were working with detectives from the Special Victims Unit. He spent almost the whole trip convincing them, and himself, that he and Erin were just partners. And then she was hit by the bicyclist and ended up in the hospital after she passed out in his arms. There were a million memories that revolved around this city, mainly because the only two women that he ever truly loved were in it.

He pushed the thoughts of Erin away as he exited his taxi in front of Hailey’s hotel. The speech he had been preparing for whole day left him. He climbed on the elevator and clicked the button for the 7th floor, where Hailey’s room was. A moment later he was standing in front of her room, contemplating walking away and never telling her that he was there. He held tight to the strap of his backpack, taking a deep breath. Here goes nothing. Then he knocked on the door.

A few seconds later it swung open to reveal a very shocked Hailey. “Jay?”

“Hi.” Was all he could say, the smile on her face was confirmation that he had made the right decision. She wasted no time launching herself into his arms. He dropped his bag, kicking it so that it would prop the door open and held her to him. He realized that they had never really hugged before, it had always been random arm touches or comforting squeezes, but never a hug. The feeling of her arms wrapped around his neck was amazing and he was extremely disappointed when she pulled away.

She had a cheeky smile on her face as she pushed a piece of hair behind her ear and pushed the door open. “Come in,” Jay did as he was told and waltzed in the room, his stomach churning with nerves. “What are you doing here?”

Jay shrugged, “I wanted to see you.”

Hailey chuckled, “It’s only been a week, Jay.”

“I know.” He said, looking her straight in the eye. “That's too long.” Hailey was the first to look away and Jay swore he saw a hint of color to her cheeks.

“Well, this certainly was a surprise.” She says anxiously. “I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon.”

Jay laughs, “Yeah, me neither. I impulse bought the ticket last night.” He says, leaving out the part where he got drunk missing her and blackout bought a plane ticket.

“How’s Chicago?” She asks.

Jay sighed, “Not the same without you.”

“Jay-”

“No Hailey, let me say this.” He said cutting her off. Hailey’s face was unreadable as he searched for the right words. “I’ve been thinking about you since you left, all the time actually, and I kept thinking about Erin and how she left and never came back…” Hailey’s eyes went wide and Jay realized his mistake. “Not that I’m comparing you to Erin, because I know you aren’t her and you will never be anything like her. It’s just, you left and I’ve been miserable and I guess what I’m trying to say is I-”

Suddenly Hailey closes the gap in between them, pressing her lips firmly against his. Jay steps back in shock, but catches her and holds her to him. His eyes flutter shut as she places her hand on the nape of his neck, his arms on the small of her back as she arches slightly. The kiss is intense and passionate and over too soon as Hailey pulls away. “Sorry, what were you going to say?”

Jay holds her cheek in his hand, and finally says the words that she has been waiting for for so long. “I love you, Hailey.”

The smile on Hailey’s face is unmatchable, “I love you so much.” She can barely get the words out before he kisses her again. This time lifting her up so that her legs wrap around his waist, she grips his hair causing him to moan and Hailey takes it as an opportunity to slip her tongue into his mouth. Jay sits on the bed behind him, laying down so that she’s on top of him. Her hands slip under his shirt, running her fingers over his muscular chest.

Jay gives her one more hard kiss before pulling away. “Hailes,” He says as he rubs the pad of his thumb over her cheek. Hailey lays down on his chest, face tucked into his neck and a leg thrown over his. “This is enough for tonight.”

“Just hold me.” Jay happily obliges, tightening his grip around her. He smiles down at the girl in his arms, content that he has nothing left to say.

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A Bloom In Time Ch19 Paintings By Ghosts

(It took me A LONG time to research and find out what all the paintings in Hat Kid's gallory looked like. If I missed any or got any wrong please let me know. All mentioned paintings can me seen in the painting room through the green door in the machine room of the ship.)

Lunch breaks were nice.

She was starving so before anything else she wanted to get somethin' in her stomach. Looking in the lil gal's fridge, there really wasn't too much of anything. It was all pretty empty except for a basket of apples, half a cheese wheel, and what looked like a carton of eggs. Well, she wasn't about to not get something to eat, and down at least three of those apples she had. They weren't as sweet tasting as she remembered the ones her father grew on their farm were, but as if this person was going to start complaining about food at this point of her life. Sure her life was REALLY crazy up to this calm point, all of it sounded like a really bad story, she was going to have to learn a whole knew pecking world different from her old one, and she was going to have to deal with her past. But if there was one thing she needed to do now was take that darn ghost's advice.

"The important thing is that I can't change or fix anything that's already happened alright? I can't send you back. I can't give you anything from your old life......And I can't change what happened to you. But, I can help make the future easier and help you with whatever you need to settle down with alright? But you got to understand that it's NOT just going to be with a snap of my fingers."

He was right. What had happened happened and there's no way she was going back there anyways, so it looks like she'd just have to start where she left off way back when. Hard work. Save up enough pons. And get that flower stand! May not seem like a giant grand idea like some would expect, but that's what she always wanted. A life where she could surround herself by precious beautiful flowers admiring their beauty and scent and give them all to people who enjoyed them as much as she does. Her blue eyes reflected in the gold coloring of the bracelet that was still tight around her wrist, bringing her other hand up to clamp around it to herself. Her business may have never taken off if that one fateful encounter with the handsome and kind prince from the neighboring kingdom hadn't taken such interest in the way she grew her little babies. He never said one bad thing about them. Complimenting on how deep a red her roses are and surprising him when she said they didn't just come in red...She chuckled remembering that silly surprised face of his.

The prince stared at her shocked, brown eyes blinking as she held out the white and red rose bouquet to him. "Wow. You're telling me they really come in more than three colors?"

She nodded back at him. "Yep! How many colors did you think they came in?"

He figeted fiddling with the soft petals of one white rose nervously. "W-Well. I knew there was a whole bunch of red ones, and I knew there was white ones because my mother always uses then for balls. A-And I saw black roses at my grandmother's burial. May she rest in peace.....Wait." His brown eyes widened as he stared at her. Poppy blinked when he suddenly put his hands on her stand leaning forward a little. "H-HOW MANY COLORS OF ROSES ARE THERE?! I DESPERATELY NEED TO KNOW!!"

After a moment, the red head smiled and gestured to a whole slew of potted roses behind her he didn't seem to notice and his jaw dropped at the sight of them all. "Well, you sure like to learn things, so let me tell ya a thing or two about roses. There's all different breeds of roses, but all of them fall under one of the eleven color catagories ya hear? There's red, white, n black like you're used to seein'. But then there's yellow, blue, pink, purple, orange, and even green!"

His eyes landed to a beautiful batch of emerald green roses Poppy pointed out and his eyes widened more. "Those would be perfect for Vanessa! They match her emerald eyes so perfectly." He smiled and turned to Poppy. "I'd love to have some....But wait." He counted on his fingers. "Red, white, black, yellow, blue, pink, purple, green, orange-....That's only nine. I thought you said there was eleven."

She giggled. "You caught me! You see. Some are different shades of blue or pinks, but they'd still be classified under those colors, but some roses have two colors on them."

"You're KIDDING!"

"Nope!" Turning around. She spotted one of her hanging planters and reached up to pluck one of the ones near the top, carefully minding the thorns and brought it down to him. He stared at it in amazement. IT REALLY DID HAVE TWO COLORS!! It was a yellow rose but the tips of the petals were a dark pink, almost red as Poppy smiled at it. "This is what you call a Bi-Color pattern. Some breeds of roses have two colors like this. They're really popular at birthdays. But...If you want something real purty like." She set the single rose down and looked at him. "I got one more surprise for the history books."

"And what would that be?"

"Rainbow roses." He blinked confused so she held up a hand and bent down to rummage around under her stand. "I wanted to keep these hidden for the time being because I wanted to sell my over stock of other roses first since an unexpected amount bloomed this year. And you know how everyone's gonna be itchin' to buy their loved ones flowers on Cupid's Day. I wanted to sorta save these for special customers." She grabbed a small pot of something and stood up. Holding the pot just enough to be seen by him leaning over the stand and no one else passing by. His. Jaw. DROPPED. THEY WERE RAINBOW!!! Every color save for black and white was on there. All in different places on the petals and some petals being full different colors along with blended petals with two different colors mixed on them. They almost didn't look real. As if someone painted on them blindly with multiple paints. Poppy gazed at them lovingly. "My Great Great Granddaddy Willow 'Tree' Bloomington was able to cross breed all kinds of roses together until he made them. "

"I heard of him before. He used to be the Royal Gardener for the Old Owl King didn't he? They say the gardens were never more beautiful than when he was in charge."

She nodded but frowned. "That's right. That ol' birdbrain wanted my great great granddaddy to never share his masterpiece with anyone else. Wanted them all to himself, but that's like askin' an artist to not show off his art. So when he retired, he stole a few clippings and fled the country. Since then these beautiful little guys have been my family's birthright. We're extremely picky about who gets them...Or at least I am. Papa thinks I should've just stayed on the farm and become a milk maid like Mama." The prince's eyes softened at the small frown on her face but she was quick to smile again for an important customer. "So! Will it just be the one bouquet for ya, Princey? Or were ya'll still interested in those pretty green ones?" She asked as she tucked away the beautiful colorful ones again.

"I..." he glanced over to the emerald green ones then to the giant one he was already holding....And smiled again. "You know I think I will take another lovely arrangement of those too. Equal size."

Poppy smiled. "Coming right up, Your Highness!" In a few moments, she held out a pretty arrangement of green roses the shade of Vanessa's eyes all wrapped up in pretty white paper. "Two extra large bouquets will be eight pons please-" She paused and blinked when the white and red rose bouquet was held out to her and eight tiny green diamonds were dropped to the stand. "Oh. Do you need me to hold that?"

"N-No. T-they're for you."

"Me? Why? I thought you wanted to give Princess Vanessa double flowers."

"Uh.." He quickly gave a nervous smile. "W-W-Well, on Cupid's Day people give their friends and f-family too. It's all about spreading love to those you care about. It doesn't have to mean romanticism at all! Especially because I consider you a close friend!" He grinned wider nervously and wished he could push himself for how weird he must've looked. But Poppy just smiled.

"Well aren't you sweet?" She happily took the roses from him. "Now I can see why so many people like ya! And why Princess Vanessa took a likin' to ya! Such a gentleman to everyone! But are you sure you're not givin' me my own flowers?"

"Hey. I paid for them, so technically they were my flowers to do as I pleased with, and I w-wanted to show my appreciation to my.....f-friend."

"Aw. Ya'll just too kind. If that's the case, then you don't need to pay for mine."

He held up his hand and grabbed the green rose bouquet. "No, no. You did the hard work growing them. I ordered them in the first place. And they're already cut. The least I could do was pay the four pons for them. B-Besides. I don't believe in special treatment."

"Well alright. If ya insist. But here." She looked back down to the yellow n pink rose she had picked to show him and picked it up again, minding the thorns and holding it out to him. "Here! A small token from one friend to another too! On the house!"

He smiled and slowly took it from her. "Well then...Thank you, friend....I-I..Should probably be getting these to Vanessa."

"That's a fair point. Wouldn't want to keep her waiting on Cupid's Day. It's the most romantic day of the year!"

"Heh. Yeah....L-Love."

Sells really did increase after word of the prince buying her flowers went around. That day alone must've been her best Cupid's Day ever cuz right after he left with those green roses a woman came up to her and asked for five purple roses for her parents and sisters followed by others. She sold her normal quote for flowers that day plus lots of extras! She was able to get lots of work providing for small weddings in the town square, parties, and other festive times. All because of one friend's kindness. She felt guilty now that she only got so much business from his reputation but this time she'd have to really work for her dream! And she was totally going to be the best florist anyone's every had in a thousand years! For now she'd just rest a little while and help out with whatever that purple onion jack o lanturn had in mind, and wait to see what he was planning. She wasn't sure what to expect from a giant ghost but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't curious. Poppy made her way back out the kitchen's double doors after dipositing her third apple core into the trashcan in the corner, and the scene in the control room made her smile. The two girls were sitting on pillows a little ways from the television playing with the gold castle, it looked like a game of princess since Bow was making a princess doll scream help from the tower and Hattie was acting out the villain with that golden mafia man. The other old things like the gold pencil and cookie was all in a small random pile a few feet from them both.

"You will never have the princess! She'll be locked away forever and the kingdom of gold will be mine! Muahahaha!!," Hattie said in a fake deep man's voice.

"Oh yeah! Well I, Sir Cat-o-lot, will save her!," Bow threatened back holding out a small black cat plush. They must've heard her giggling when she came down cuz they both looked up at her as she came in and Bow waved at her. "Hi, Poppy! Wanna play?"

"Yeah! You can be the giant who comes and steals the gold up the apple tree in the sky!...Or was it a bush in the sky?"

"I'd love to, Pumpkins. But I still gotta job to do, don't you remember? I'd rather finish it and then relax a lil bit. There anywhere we missed?"

Hattie shook her head. "No. Rumbi already swept everywhere, the painting room was so small and easy. He's still sweeping the engine room."

"What about the mail room?,'' Bow asked pointing to the yellow tunnel entrance poking out from the wall near the engine room door. "It has junk mail all over the place after Mayor Mafia Glasses read through them all."

Mail room huh? Well she didn't know who this Mayor mafia ..glasses?? was, but if it was the last room she needed to clean then she might as well get it all done. Then she could finally relax for the day. Walking over the yellow entrance, the children went back to their little game giggling. Great. This entrance looked small too, she'd probably have to crawl through there as well and drag the broom behind her like last time. Leaning down, she peeked inside....And fell backwards with a yell. Both girls flinched and looked up at her loud yell as Poppy stumbled before landing on her behind at the sight of two yellow glowing eyes and mouth smiling at her from the darkness. A high pitched raspy laugh rang out and two clawed hands reached out to grab the outside of the yellow tunnel, before the darkness pulled himself out smiling and revealing himself to be non other than the famous snatching ghost himself. Poppy's scared and confused face quickly turned to one of anger as she scowled.

"I should have known!"

"AHAHAHAHA!! You should've seen how utterly scared you looked! That's a feeling I never get tired of seeing any day," he rasped out and looked down smiling at her as Poppy stood up and dusted herself off. Giving him a scowl.

"So is THIS one of the pranks I heard about? Y'know for 'the most powerful ghost on this measly planet' that sure wasn't very impressive."

"HEY!" He scowled back and crossed his arms. "There's NOTHING wrong with a classic hide and go boo routine! Works almost a hundred percent of the time! And you're one to talk about not impressive work." He jabbed a claw over at the watching girls. "Playing and walking around when there's work to be done? That's not productive at all."

"We're already finished."

".........WHAT?!" It took him a few moments to register what she said but when he did his head snapped to her so fast she was afraid it was going to float off and faze through the wall. "You couldn't have cleaned an entire ship in one day?!"

"Well, to be fair we aren't all the way done." She pointed behind him with a deadpanned look. " We're waiting for Rumbi. An' I still need to go fix up whatever's up there and I need to hammer a plank of wood back in place upstairs since we found gold buried under it. Now excuse me." Snatcher gave off a confused noise when Poppy just pushed his tail aside and went back to peer back up into the yellow tunnel. She could see a light and some kind of papers floating around everywhere. "Hey! One of yall get me the broom and somethin' to catch a bunch of flying paper." Bow nodded dropping her toys in favor of running off to the kitchen as Poppy turned back to the tunnel and started crawling her way up it towards the light.

"You found what under what?!" Snatcher turned back as Poppy disappeared into the yellow tunnel. "H-HEY! Don't you know it's rude to walk away from your boss when he's talking to you about your contractual obligations!?" When he didn't get an answer he stuck his head in the tunnel entrance. "Yes? No? HELLO!! Why aren't you saying anything?!"

"Y'know, for a dead guy you sure have a loud mouth!," she called back smiling when she heard him sputter.

"WHAT?! The peck I'm not! You're the one ignoring me!" He floated through the walls after her snorting form.

"Maybe so but I think your bark is worse than your bite, Purple Onion! What are you doing here anyways? I thought ya were busy." Her face popped up out of the entrance just in time for it to get smacked by a very old envelope, to which she shook her head and got it off to gawk around. Papers were flying around alright, they were laying all over the place if they were flying about or in a big pile on the other side of the room. In the middle of the room was a desk with two pans on it. One was green and said IN and the other was red and said OUT. There was also a few pole blocker things in front of the desk like the ones around those metal table things she'd been seeing around. A small coffee table stood off to one side of the room with two blue seated cushioned seats, near the entrance was two metal deviders and a giant wooden dresser, and to her far left was a giant basket filled with more old letters, a fan, and a pale carpet stood under the desk. She gazed up hearing a snicker and Snatcher was there probably because of the letter smacking her face. Before giving a grunt when a piece of paper smacked him in the pace making her snort again. "Not so funny yourself Mr. Meany."

He swiped the letter off his face scowling and staring at her. "HEY! I'm not completely heartless you know. Every so often I steal letters from others and deliver them to my minions as if they were getting something. It helps lift their spirits so to speak. And to answer your question." He threw the paper away which fluttered to the ground. "I often come back and check on new employee's progress every few hours or so, this is no different. But I have to say I'm suprised with how reliant you were for this tack."

"Well I did have the two best helpers in the world." She smiled and finally got to stand up in the room looking around with a hum. "This one might be a little tricky, but can't be worse than a room of snow. And I still have to hammer that bourd back. Bow tugged it loose after that gold."

"Where the peck did you all get the gold? Im pretty sure I don't pay you until after the job is done, as I'm not legally obligated to pay for unfinished work."

"From the Roach King."

"The Roach what?!"

"Ask them if ya'll want some answers." She turned hearing some footsteps behind her and smiled seeing Bow in the entrance to the yellow hallway. A broom and dustpan in one hand and a trashbag in the other. "Well, why thank you honeybunch!" She reached over hand out for them and Bow handed them over.

"I couldn't find any nets, so I thought you could use the bag to catch them?"

Poppy smiled standing back up and looking over to the mail floating around and sighed. "Actually I think we'll be needing a lot more bags if we want to clear all this mess out." She pointed towards the giant pile of letters along the wall. "That spinny thing there is propellin' these here letters up and then they're blown all 'round the room makin' a mess. We'll have to just get rid of all this junk."

Bow scratched her head. "How? I don't think they'll all fit in the trashcan."

Poppy smiled and looked up towards Snatcher who after staring a couple seconds back to her finally got a sense of what she was thinking. "HEY! Just a pecking second here! You're not pawning them off on me!"

"I'm not. You can just take 'em and give them all to those precious lil helpers of yours can't ya?"

"Well...Yes. But who are you to decide what I DO with my time?"

"Oh c'mon. it'll be so sweet of ya." Her big blue eyes shined at him as she smiled up towards him. "Won't ya just help a gal out with this just once? You're other uh...'employees' would really get a hoot from it too-"

"OH ALRIGHT!!" He turned his head away. Anymore staring at her smile and he'd start feeling mushy which he hated. "But I expect YOU to get them all ready to go for me! Since Im not legally obligated to help with cleaning."

Poppy eagerly agreed and sent Bow back to grab more bags from her as she got to work picking up a few of the letters scattered about on the floor at her feet. Snatcher having nothing else to do at the moment decided to leave the mail room and fazed through the wall back into the control room in time to see Bow slam open the kitchen doors and run in. At the sight of her ghostly BFF, Hattie sprung up and bounded up to him. Chattering about how much of a good helper she had been and how she was STILL a better helper cu technically she was still cleaning....Well really Rumbi was the one sweeping away at the engine room but she put him there in the first place. And then when his yellow eyes looked over at all the random gold objects laying in a pile, he pointed a claw and asked about it. Her face lit up even more and she went on a long spree about how she found these mysterious notes in her room and then Poppy found a whole bunch more while cleaning and then they followed them up all the way to the attic. And then Hattie went on to tell him about how Bow busted open a plank of wood from the side of the staircase in the attic and it turns out there was gold in it! Speaking of Bow, she had burst back out of the kitchen sometime during her ramble and dragged a good number of black trash bags behind her disappearing into the yellow entrance most likely going to delivery them to Poppy. In the mean time Hattie told him all about how this roach stole her gold potion and turned all this stuff and the gold potion itself into gold. Holding up the objects one by one up to him. The cookie, the gear, the potion, and her most proud posession the gold castle which she beamed with happiness eager to show it off to him. If he was anyone else he would've called her reaction cute, but all it got was a small half smile from the ghost before the hatted child had the brilliant idea he should come and see the notes for himself. Eh...Why the peck not right? He had literally nothing else better to do while waiting on the cleaning duo up there, and he was sure Minion Number 47 could run the place for a little while longer in his absence. She WAS head of the manor staff when she was alive so she'd have no trouble giving orders to lots of people on a tight scheduale. He saw the notes alright, and this mysterious Roach King they were all talking about. The gold roach statue sat ontop of the papers he apparently left out for them to follow and Snatcher couldn't help but read through them all not that the child seemed to mind at all. She left in the middle of him reading through them, saying something about needing to check up on Rumbi but he didn't care. He was honestly surprised at the letters addressed to the girls, having such kind words to say about them both, but they weren't wrong either. In fact they were very accurate to their positive nature, but if he could add a few things it'd be childish, sassy, and a whole bunch of other things to describe them then just having a gold heart. As they were much more than a gold heart, but hey. The guy turned himself into gold. What was he supposed to expect from him? Placing the notes and gold statue of the roach wearing a crown, he decided it was about time he headed back and see what was up. Imagine his slight surprise when he popped his head through a wall and saw what looked like a large round black ball stuck in the entrance to the slide. Which gave way a moment later and tumbled to the floor revealing itself to be a full trashbag and Hattie tumbling after it landing on her stomach with a thud. The hatted child pushed her self up pushing the comically large hat off her face and scowling at the bag. Snatcher could only watch in amuzement as she rolled it over towards four other full trashbags near the control panel.

"Sheesh, Kid. That's a lot of mail," he commented.

"There's three more bags," Hattie groaned before hanging her arms and stomping her way way towards the slide entrance as yet another bag was having a hard time exiting. Most likely by Bow shove it. "Cleaning is so BORING! Why do I gotta do it?"

"You're not the only one, Kid. And by the sound of things, you've never would've found that gold if you didn't clean up," He pointed out just as Bow popped her head out as the bag shot out.

"Yeah. But now we found it and now it's boring!," she whined back heading to the slide.

"Aren't that robot and Poppy the ones who've done most of the work?"

"WE HELPED!!"

"Then you should have no problem helping her with one last teensy tiny room." He glanced at Bow running back with a smile on her face. "By the looks of things you're practically done already."

Hattie groaned but followed Bow back up the slide towards the mail room, followed by Snatcher who fazed through the wall after them. "Anyone ever tell you, you work too hard for you're own good," he asked popping his head just above the slide exit.

Poppy chuckled wiping down the desk before looking over her shoulder at him. "Lots of times. But I aim to please, and I learnt a long time ago that hard work comes good rewards." She watched the two girls dragging the last two bags away and smiled. The mail room didn't have to be that clean to be honest. There was barely even any dirt on the ground. A quick sweep, bag the useless mail, wipe down these tables, and she even dumped those blocker rod things in the empty giant basket over there outta the way. "The place is mighty fine looking without paper smackin' your face. I didn't know aliens had a mail room...Well to be honest I didn't know they could have a painting room or anything else either."

Something about that sentence made Snatcher freeze for a moment and stare at her. " You...saw the paintings?"

"Well....No. But Hattie told me she already had the place swept so it's already taken care of ain't it?"

"Would you like to see it?," he asked a small feeling of excitement bubbling from his chest.

"I would but I have the attic to fix don't I-" She jumped when Snatcher grabbed her arm and pulled her forward.

"That can wait! You're taking your once a day fifthteen minute break and coming with me. What's the point of living here if you don't see the entire complex?,'' he said with an almost cheery voice and looked down to the small girls pushing the last of the junk down the slide slowly. "Get good Kids! We have some real work to see!"

At one point, Hattie fed up with everything took a few steps back, before tackling the bags and Bow along with them. They all unstuck pretty quickly tumbling down into the control room with the kids landing all in one giant heap on the ground. Well ....That certainly did the trick didn't it? Snatcher seemed to be please as he tugged Poppy along and only stopped when she yanked her hand out of his grasp. He froze as she gave him a stern look for a couple seconds, before willingly going down the slide entrance herself. Oh if only he could punch himself for that. Poppy emerged a moment later in the control room and glanced up at Snatcher with narrowed eyes.

"I understand you're excited, but trying to yank me through a wall isn't an option. I would've bashed my head into that wall there!" Those yellow eyes glanced to the wall for a moment seeming to register what she was getting at. Oh. Right. Walls and humans don't really mix all too well huh? "Now don't you go doin' that again."

"Uh....Sure."

.....She gave a small smile again. "There. That wasn't too hard was it? Now whatcha going on about paintings for?"

"The painting room?" Hattie struggled out of the small pile her and Bow were in with protests from Bow but managed to squeeze out of there and up towards her dusting herself off and up to them. "I can show you! It's right by the engine room through the green do-"

"Whoa! Hey! That's MY thunder you're stealing kid!" A giant purple claw gently grabbed Hattie around the waist and pulled her back as the giant ghost leaned down to give her a look. "You have you're fun and now it's my shot. Don't be a rude little lady." Hattie gave a small pout and huff but didn't say anything else much to his delight as he put her down and patted the top of her hat before turning back to Poppy. "Well that seals that deal! Why don't we just go see those paintings?" he pointed towards the engine room door. "Trust me when I say this is the best part of the breaking experience."

"I reckon I don't have a say so to your looney persistance don't I?," she asked smiling at him but slowly followed behind none the less.

"NOPE!!"

A feeling of excitement welled up in him again as he smiled and shot through the wall faster than a bullet in one dark purple blur. Making her blink and shake her head. Well....She really ought to see the entirety of this ship then shouldn't she? One last room wasn't gonna hurt her. Leaving the girls to bicker over whatever little girls bickered over she followed right after the ghost through the tunnels. A moment later she saw himself sticking out of the walls of grinding gears above a green doorway and gestured for her to follow as he ducked back into the wall. And of course, she followed, side stepping Rumbi who was still sweeping around, wanting to see what he was so excited over. The hallway there was a little darker than the others but there was enough light for her to see that it also was littered with excellent gear designs but this time it was a very dark green. These aliens must be very rich to afford a weaver to make such excellent carpets. When the door opened on the other side oh boy she was in for another surprise.

"There you are!," Snatcher called from the ceiling below with a smile. That ghostly hair n fluff of his hanging down towards the floor as he grinned. "Took you long enough! Get in here and see what you've been missing!''

She did so and was thankful the room despite being small was big enough for her to stand in, it had red flooring and a green plain carpet running it's length. At one corner of the small room she saw yet another metal table thing with these 'relics' as Hattie had called them. This one was a UFO mobile and under it attached by strings were three cows that looked the same but were different. One wore glasses and a tin foil hat, one wore just green sunglasses, and the other one didn't wear anything and looked totally normal. But it wasn't that that caught the attention of the red head. PAINTINGS!! There were paintings of different sizes, lengths, and styles that she had never seen before. She gawked at the meer sight of them all looking at each wall slowly taking it all in. At the very back wall was the fist thing she saw when she crawled in and her eyes lazer pointed on the largest of the six paintings that were on it. Why..It was Hattie herself! She looked might sweet standing in a field holding her umbrella open, her yellow cap and hair blowing in the breeze. If she hadn't known better she thought the painting would've giggled at her funny expression. Next to that one was a city shrouded by night, the only lights coming from the windows on the tail buildings and the cresent moon painted under it. The one directly under it was a bit strange. It was the face of a gold tribal man on a grey background and he wore pure black glasses. How odd. The other three were realitively small compared to those three. One being a close up of a plant's green leaves, a baby crow leaning against a wall next to toy blocks, and a pretty forest landscape. She could see a few trees and mountains in the distance of it. Turning her head to the right, Poppy noticed the right wall had only five. The tiny rectangle one in the top corner of the right wall was a burly looking man riding on top of a ...giant slab of meat? Below that was a picture of Hattie's face. Well, four pictures of Hattie all looking alike but with different color pastels. The entire square painting was divided into four smaller squares and each one had a Hattie of a different color tone. How strange. Then there was a giant portrait of a man with a mustache and beard. He wore a red suit that looked quite expensive. And next to that was two others, one was a black background with nothing but red thorny vines painted on it, and the other was a bit more stranges. It was divided into three background colors (red, green, and yellow) and had a bubble with different items in each. One was a heart, another a giant green diamond, and what looked to be a small king's crown.

"What do you think of work?," Snatcher asked proudly crossing his arms and looking pleased with himself.

Poppy leaned to the right wall and gently laid her hand on the frame of the red suited man in wide eyed wonder....before turning to him. "YOU painted all of these?" she asked gawking at him.

His smile widened more smug if that was possible. "Yep. And those." He pointed to the left wall wear there was five giant paintings behind the space cow mobile. He then pointed behind her. "And the ones right behind you."

Poppy looked behind her and took a few steps back from the doorway she had crawled in from to look at the six painting hanging above the doorway. Two were big. One was of two burly men who looked exactly alike and they looked to be farming folk like her parents were, the other one was of the famous Snatcher himself, with some king of background she didn't recognize. Maybe a bridge? He was in the middle holding his face in what looked like a very shocked expression. The others weren't grand scale but interesting anyways. Three of them were again Hattie but one looked more like a sketch that had her with double arms and legs. How bizarre. The one of Hattie next to it was her from her shoulders up but wearing a strange mask. It was green and red with black polka dots. The one of Hattie above those two was a much more normal one. It was of Hattie sitting down with her hands in her lap and behind her was a BEAUTIFUL background of mountains, a wide lake, and forest. The last one in the corner was another strange one. It was the man in the red suit again sitting on a throne, and a whole bunch of the burly men who looked a like bowing to him as if he was a king.

"These are...A-AMAZING!!"

She looked over to the last wall which had the biggest paintings on it. The strangest one was also the biggest. What looked like some desert landscape with a single dead tree and melting hour glasses all over it. Above that was another one of you guessed it, Hattie. In outerspace wearing an astronaut suit and connected to her spaceship. She looked so cartoony and adorable! A red boat sailing alone on a stormy sea, she could almost smell the sea air. One of the smaller large ones was just a beige background and just Hattie umbrella painted on it. And the the very last one was an abstract orange portrait of some man wearing sunglasses and a flower shirt. Snatcher however was looking VERY pleased at all the praise he was getting stroking his already huge ego as the smiling red read looked back to him with a wide smile.

"I can't believe you painted all of these!"

"Well you better, Red. Because I'm taking full credit for what you see." He 'polished' his claws against his neck fluff and examined them. "I don't usually do it, but sometimes if I'm bored and don't have a new supply of books to read I'll start on one and work on it a bit at a time. One of my lesser known talents." He then pointed at the room around him. "Couldn't really have these in the forest. Too many ways they could be damaged, so here was more ideal."

"I can see why." She turned her gaze around the room again before giggling and giving him an almost smug look. "Ya'll must really adore that little girl. There's six paintins' with her sweet lil face on 'em. But strangely I see none with the other one."

He paused for a moment looking at her...before coughing and looking away embarrased. "Well. Yes. I'm proud of them. In a way.....But we learnt the hard way the kiddo was allergic to paint and she wasn't too fond of the idea of her being painted."

Poppy guessed he was referring to Bow and hummed. "Poor thing. I can understand how that feels. But still." Her smile became all the more loving to him. "You have acceptional talent for this king of stuff. I reckon now I can say I was abducted by aliens and saw paintings by ghost. Hehe!"

He felt a warm feeling bubble up at the giggle but he cleared his throat and looked away again crossing his arms. "A-Alright! W-Well I think your legal fifthteen minute break is over, Red. Didn't you have something else to do today?"

"OH RIGHT!! The attic. I wonder if that girl has a hammer and nails?"

"Pretty sure she does since she literally has everything around her-......" He stopped midway through his rant and stared at her. Or more acturrately the bottom of her dress with all the rips and hole in it and pointed it out to her. "What the peck happened to you?"

She blinked and looked down to where he was pointing. "Oh. This? I think I got it all ripped up crashlandin' through those trees."

"You look like a homeless maid wearing that." He grunt and rolled his eyes. "Guess I'll have to fix that too."

Her red brow rose in surprise. "You sew too?"

"Of course I can! I made the kids all those clothes and my minions their highly durable bodies." His hand proudly pointed to himself. "I happen to be a powerful being with unlimited hidden talents." ..........Poppy's face suddenly turned into one of amuzement and she snorted again hand shooting to her mouth while the other went to her gut to try and hide the laughter. Which Snatcher flabbergasterdly got angry at. "WHAT'S WITH THAT LAUGHING!? WHAT?! YOU DON'T THINK MEN CAN SEW!? THAT'S LOW COMING FROM YOU!!" She snorted again sounding like a pig doubling over a bit and smiling wider behind her hand making Snatcher give a small growl. "HEY!! DON'T LAUGH AT ME YOU DOTTED FACE!! IM THE SNATCHER!! KING OF SUBCON AND TAKER OF SOULS!!"

She snorted again and in a strained voice said. "Oh yes. *Wheeze* T-The great and horrible monster ghost. Daddy of aliens, Painter of...HMHM! HAHA!! D-Daughters. And tailor of dresses."

Snatcher let out the biggest flustered peacock sqawk she'd ever heard and she lost it. Doubling over onto her knees, both hands gripping her sides as she leaned over and laughed hard, snorting a few times. Snatcher's cheeks lit up with a bright yellow flush and his fluff floofed out of embarrassment as he just kinda sputtered and stared at the laughing woman on the floor at a loss for words. Eventually forcing something out.

"OH YEAH!! W-WELL YOU LOOK LIKE A POOR MAID!! JUST-.....GO CHANGE OUTTA THAT RUINED DRESS BY THE TIME I LEAVE IF YOU WANT IT FIXED!! A-AND GO FIX THAT STUPID ATTIC AS PUNISHMENT!!"

He dissappeared back up into the ceiling leaving the wheezing and laughing woman hugging her sides through her laughing fit. Coughing when she couldn't get enough air. Oh boy. Was he gonna be sour for a while.

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dreaminae · 3 years

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We All Need The One Friend

Chapter 9

"Have enough respect to stop lying to my face. What happened in Vegas this summer?" Layla finally asked, fed up with how Spencer spent the last few weeks dancing around the truth.

Spencer anxiously licked his lips, hesitating to find the right words to explain his actions up until this moment.

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"How could you not tell me you came to Mexico?" Asher inquired angrily, "How could you pretend not to know about Vanessa when she first came to Beverly?"

Olivia raised her hands to the back of her head in a stressed motion, remaining quiet as she let Asher get his thoughts out.

"Why not confront me, instead of pretending not to care?" Asher pondered. "Why not confront me about my summer unless you have crap to feel guilty about too?"

"Ugh! Why can't we all put summer behind us!" Olivia yelled out to no one in particular.

Summer hadn't been all bad. Most of it she had no problem remembering. All the fun times she shared with Spencer and Kia. Her growth in her hobbies like art and journalism. Those were the things she wanted to focus on.

Not the ending. Because it sucked. She wanted to bury the last few weeks of summer ten feet under, never to remember them again. But she couldn't do it. No matter how many times she attempted to drink her pain away, there the remnants were.

The guilt she felt when she looked at Layla and Asher. The heart-tugging yearning Liv felt when her eyes laid on Spencer. The loneliness Olivia felt when her parents failed to see her shattering under her picture-perfect smile. But especially the disappointment that caved her insides when Liv saw herself in the mirror every day.

"Maybe because this summer meant something to me." Asher choked up. "I realized a lot of things about myself this summer."

"You mean Vanessa helped you realize..." Liv snapped jealously.

"No, I did. I did the work all on my own." Asher responded firmly. "I'm not the same guy that torpedoed my life and got kicked out of his house, Liv," Asher explained. "I don't need you to rescue me anymore. Maybe I never did."

"Is that how I make you feel?" Liv asked, hurt by the thought. "Co-dependent."

"It's not a bad thing." Asher soothed as Liv's eyes filled with tears. "You can't stand by to see the people you love in pain. You have a good heart, and you want to help whenever you can. It's one of the things I love about you." He detailed kindly, mentally recalling all the times she supported him last year.

"But?" Olivia asked, knowing that a contradiction was coming.

"But I don't think that's what I need. Not anymore." Asher concluded. "I can stand on my own, and solve my problems without needing rescuing."

"Where does that leave us?" Olivia wondered aloud, unclear where that put her in his life presently.

"We aren't the same people that we were last year." Asher recognized. "Both of us have changed since summer, and ignoring that fact is causing more hurt than anything."

"I never meant to let you down, Ash." Olivia sighed heavily.

"I see how close you and Spencer are since spending the entire summer together," Asher noted from interactions he observed this afternoon. "And you put on a good act dealing with me and Vanessa's history, we always promised to be honest with each other."

"We were friends first." Olivia cried, praying this wasn't how they ended.

"And one day we'll get back to that," Asher assured her, but still making clear they needed some space for now. "I just think we should put some distance between us for now."

"Yeah, I guess so." Liv nodded lightly, letting the tears fall, keeping her arms crossed as her first clenched tightly to oppress the pain she felt watching Asher walk away from her.

At that moment she didn't mourn her dead relationship, but rather a sadly ruined friendship.

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"Are you listening to yourself, Spencer? Do you hear how insane you sound?" Layla asked, stunned by the revelation. "You told Olivia--my best friend-- that you love her. Then hooked up with me right after." Layla repeated, trying to wrap her head around how absurd his actions sounded.

"I know I've made a mess, but I didn't mean for things to play out the way they did." Spencer failed to justify his actions. "I'd made a promise to wait for you, and I didn't want to let you down. I know how far you came since last year, and I didn't want to risk your recovery."

"No, you don't get to use my recovery as an excuse for not manning up, and telling me the truth." Layla shut down Spencer's chance of rationalizing leading her on all these months. "You don't get to decide what I can, and can't handle, Spencer."

"I was trying to protect you, Layla. I didn't want to hurt you." Spencer concluded.

"I didn't ask for your protection. When I brought you to Vegas it was for you to see that I was a stronger me." Layla asserted. "I trusted you to see that I could handle myself, instead of you handling me with kiddie gloves."

"I'm sorry Layla," Spencer repeated, unsure what she wanted him to say.

"Screw your sorries." Layla spat, bypassing him so she could get to her suitcases, "And screw you too, Spencer."

"Layla, don't -" Spencer started but was cut off by her once more.

"You know that night in Vegas you were so busy playing the hero," Layla sneered with a scowl. "You didn't even realize you were the one causing the most damage."

Spencer's mouth shut, unable to argue with that. Sighing, his hand released Layla's, doing what he should've done that night in Vegas. Let her go.

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Olivia stood by the doorway, watching as Asher loading his things into Layla's car. She hadn't spoken to the other redboned brunette yet, so when Layla finally crossed Liv's path the tension rose to it's peak.

"Layla, I-" Liv's words were halted by Layla's hand raising in a pause gesture.

"I've heard enough apologies for one night." Layla huffed, exhausted from the continued runaround that was their friendship. "I will be damned if I turn myself into a female cliche fighting over a guy."

"I don't want to fight." Olivia soughed. "I never did. I thought we should talk before you leave. That's all."

"Talk about what, Olivia? How you went for another one of exes. Or how about how you let me stay with a guy you knew had feelings for you." Layla listed off, feelings there was nothing to discuss. "In the end, this isn't about Spencer or how your habit of picking up my leftovers. This is about your lack of loyalty, and the truth is you suck as a friend." Layla trashed her former best comrade.

Despite the fact, Olivia knew she and Spencer were in the wrong, she refused to be Layla's emotional punching bag. "What did you want to say, Layla?" Liv quarreled right back. "Huh? Do you wish I would've to Coop's concert that night, found you and been and dropped the bombshell. Great job on the show, and by the way Spencer's no longer has feelings for you because we've fallen for each other."

"Liv, don't -" She heard her brother try to broker peace before things got out hand.

"No, Jordan. I want to know how Layla would've preferred to hear the truth." Olivia dug deeper. "How about over coffee, right. Or walking down the school hallway our first week back. Heads up Layla, your boyfriend loves me not you." Liv laughed coldly. "Would any of those ways have eased your pain, Layla? Because from where I stand all this crap hurts all the same. Whether it be now or Vegas."

"Whatever, Liv." Layla groaning.

"No, you want to call me a bad friend. Let's list all the ways I'm a bad friend." Olivia demanded. "When Spencer first arrived at Beverly you knew I had feelings for him, yet you still went for him. While you were with Asher, might I add? But I put my feelings aside for kept my mouth shut. When you were battle your depression last year, I was one of the first people to help. Even though, after my overdose and me attending rehab, you admitted you hadn't realized my addiction was that serious. And let's not forget our latest conflict. You're going to trash me as a bad friend for not ruining your relationship with Spencer when I honestly thought you two were happy. " Olivia rambled on, finally getting everything off her chest.

"You should've told me the truth," Layla repeated, less coldly than before.

"And you should stop pretending like you never made a mistake before." Olivia immediately responded. "I didn't keep what happened between Spencer and me a secret to hide it like a dirty secret. I did it because you were happy, and I didn't think it mattered anymore."

"That doesn't even make any sense." Layla groaned, unsure what Olivia meant by her last remark. "Why wouldn't it matter that Spencer told you he loved you?"

"Because he went back to you less than two hours afterward." Olivia finally confessed to knowing the not-so-secret hookup. "After Spencer told me how he felt, I rejected him. He called me and asked me not to leave things unsettled. I went to his room to talk, and I saw the two of you." Liv recalled that painful night. "Spencer made a choice - again. And it was you, not me. Again. So I left." Liv wept, refusing to meet Spencer's eyes as she felt his eyes burning into the back of her head.

Layla wiped her own tears, pitying that both of them were tearing their selves apart for a guy who didn't even seem to know who he wanted.

"Even so," Layla finalized. "Too much has happened. And I know when to cut my losses. I'm not going to get in your way anymore. You can have Spencer. Because I'm done with him."

"And with me." Liv finished for Layla, knowing that too much damage had been done to go back.

Layla nodded before grabbing her suitcase once more and marching to her car. She and Asher pulled off not too soon after, followed by J.J accompanied by Vanessa.

Once both cars were out of the view range, Olivia turned to go inside, unsurprised to find Spencer glancing at her with a timid expression.

"You knew." Was all he could work up.

"I knew," Liv muttered coldly, acknowledging the real reason why she hadn't gone back to that night in Vegas. "How could you?"

Spencer's face fell as Olivia conveyed her heartbreak for the first time since Vegas, her eyes glistening over as she shoved past Spencer.

Simone sighed, following Olivia inside to give her a supporting shoulder. Jordan gazed at Spencer with indifference, wondering how his best bud let things get so far out of hand.

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kenobis-kyber · 3 years

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From The Stars

Here is the next installment. This was a hard one to write since it deals with domestic violence. If you are uncomfortable with the subject then I urge you to skip this chapter. If you or someone you know is suffering this please get help.

Rating: M for descriptions of domestic violence

Chapter 7

Both Vanessa and Obi were in the garage as she was opening a box. He peered inside and said. “What’s all this then?” he asked looking at all the spiderwebs, pumpkins and other strange adornments.

Vanessa looked up from the box she was digging into. “Its Halloween decorations. We are gonna decorate the house, dress up in costumes watch scary movies and hand out candy to trick or treaters on Halloween night.”

He quirked his eyebrow at her with a confused look on his face. She sighed and explained about halloweeen

“….. and then the kids come dressed up in whatever costume they wish, knock on the door, say ‘Trick or Treat’ and we hand them a candy.

“Interesting...” he said while stroking his chin

“I promise you will enjoy it.” she said tapping him on the nose. He picked her up in a bear hug and she let out a squeal.

“I will enjoy anything as long as it is with you.” he said then planted a kiss on her lips.

“Such a charmer….now put me down dammit!”

“Why? I rather enjoy having you up here.” he said cheekily then planting another kiss on her lips., before putting her down. They went about decorating to get ready for the holiday.

Halloween Night….

He honestly felt ridiculous in this costume, all dressed in black. Fake fangs and a dribble of fake blood down the corner of his mouth. A vampire, more like looking like a Sith Lord. He sighed and remembered that this was for her and if she wanted to dress up then he would. Even the dog had a cape to be a little vampire himself. He went into the kitchen and filled the bowl with candy like Vanessa had asked him to. He heard the door open to her room and looked as she came into the kitchen. His jaw dropped. She had high healed boots that led up to leather pants hugging all her curves, a frilly top with a corset that pushed her cleavage up. Around her neck a choker and her makeup was done flawlessly and mysterious. Her eyes were changed to a stark white and she wore fangs like him and her hair flowed down her back and shoulders.

“By the maker! You look stunning!” he exclaimed giving her another once over and trying not to stare at the round mounds sticking up above the corset. He licked his lips and she grinned.

“So you like it?”

“Like it? I love it!” he said wrapping his arms around her waist. He was about to kiss her lips when the door bell rang. She grabbed the bowl full of candy and he followed behind her. Opening the door she saw 4 kids in costume exclaiming ‘Trick or Treat!’ She cooed over the costumes while she handed out the candy before the kids thanked her and went on their way. Obi loved seeing this side of her and couldn’t help himself looking at the kids himself. They were really happy with their treats.

“This is actually fun.” Obi said with an amused smile.

They took turns handing out the candy in between watching scary movies. They had such a great time together and will definitely be one of their best memories. The night began to wind down and they washed their faces of the makeup. Obi decided to go take a shower and told her so.

“Okay enjoy.” she said with a kiss on his cheek. He went into the shower and she smiled feeling like the luckiest woman in the world. Her thoughts were interrupted a few minutes later by her doorbell ringing. Thinking it was odd that there were trick or treaters so late. She sighed and grabbed the bowl of candy to hand out. She opened the door and all the blood drained from her face and she dropped the bowl, candy spilling over all the floor.

“Hello baby. Did you miss me?” the man said with an evil grin.

“Simon….” she trailed off, shocked that her ex husband was there. She stared into his green eyes unable to form any words.

“I still leave you speechless huh?” He reached out and grabbed her quickly and covered her mouth before she could scream. He dragged her to the woods behind her house.

“I've been waiting for this day. To be reunited with my gorgeous wife. That's why I behaved so well, so I can come back to you.” She started to cry in fear of what might happen to her. “Oh none of that now. You are gonna be my good girl aren't you? You're gonna behave like I trained you.” He removed his hand to put tape over her mouth to keep her quiet. He made his way to a clearing, she realized it was the same one that she found Obi Wan in. She threw her on the ground and pinned her down with his body but she tried to shove him off of her.

He slapped her hard, “WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU?! YOU ARE GOING TO BEHAVE LIKE A GOOD WIFE SHOULD!” He brought out a knife and pressed to her throat. She stared at him in fear and he cut her shallowly before reaching down to start cutting away her clothes. She tried to kick at him next and he punched her. He grabbed her harshly by her hair and forced her to look at him. Her cry of pain was muffled by the tape as she was forced to look at him. “Now I am going to take what I am owed. After all you belong to me and will always belong to me,” he whispered sinister in her ear. He gave her a wicked grin as he brought himself harder against her.

Obi-wan had just gotten out of the shower and made his way out to the hallway and called out to Vanessa. He heard no response and made his way to the living room. He saw no sign of her, but what worried him the most was seeing the candy bowl on the floor with its contents all over the floor. Hershey was barking and scratching at the door with to the backyard wanting to be let out. Letting the dog out he barreled into the forest, and Obi chased after him. A little while later he heard Hershey furiously growling and barking. He ran towards the noise and when he got to where he heard it from he was filled with rage from the sight. He shoved the man off of her. The man got up brandishing the knife and pointing it him.

“Well what is this? A new boyfriend?” and kicked her hard in the ribs. Her cries were muffled and tears streamed down her face as she looked desperately at Obi Wan. “Didn't she tell you she is mine. Always will be.” Simon started to walk towards him with a dangerous look in his eye.

“I think not.” Obi used the force to knock the knife out of his hand and then dived to knock him over. The men fought on the ground with a series of punches. All Vanessa could do was watch helplessly. Finally Obi got the upper hand and pinned him down landing blow after blow effectively knocking him out. Breathing hard he turned to Vanessa who was a bit exposed. He reached over and took the tape off of her mouth and then brought him in his arms.

“Oh my darling. I am so sorry. I promised to protect you and I failed. Did he do anything else to you?” he said cupping her face between his hands. He could see her eye swollen shut, a bruised nose which looked to be broken, a cut lip and an angry red mark on her cheek where he had hit her.

“No” she cried and threw her arms around him and winced. He held her as the sobs rocked her body.

“Come on, love. We got to call the authorities.” he picked her up bridal style trying to be as tender as possible so as to not hurt her any further. Hershey followed. They got to the house and he laid her on the couch, then called 911.

The cops and an ambulance arrived a little while later. They loaded her in the ambulance to check her out in the hospital. While they were doing that he saw them loading Simon into the back of a police vehicle.

He sat in the waiting room while she got checked out. An officer came up to him and asked his name.

“Ben….Ben Kenobi.”

Obi went on to explain his side of the story leaving out the use of the force for obvious reasons. They took everything down and guaranteed that Simon would not be getting out. He breathed a sigh of relief.

“You should get those cuts cleaned up yourself young man.” and led him to the back behind a curtain.

They cleaned him up and sent him back out to wait for Vanessa. Awhile later which seemed like an eternity for him, she emerged with a fresh t shirt and a pair of sweats.

“Cmon darling. Lets get you home.”

She still looked as white as a ghost but she cuddled into him as he led her outside to wait for an uber to take them home. When they arrived Hershey greeted them at the door and followed them to the room. Obi pulled back the covers and laid her down. As he tucked her in Hershey jumped up on the foot of the bed. Content that she was safe he started to leave.

“Obi...” her voice came to her ears softly.

“Yes love?” he said turning to face her and looking at her with tender eyes.

“Will you please stay with me?” she asked faintly.

“Of course,” he said while making his way to the other side of the bed. He sat down and removed his shoes before crawling under the covers with her. She moved closer to him and nestled her face into his neck. He wrapped his arms around her and planted a kiss on her forehead.

“I was so scared and I froze up. It felt like a bad dream. Like I had never escaped in the first place. But you saved me. My guardian from the heavens.” she said then started to cry.

“My darling girl I am sorry I didn't get to you sooner. But I am here and I am not going anywhere.” he said while running his fingers through her hair. She looked up at him and gently kissed him before going to her former spot. He stroked her back and soon hear her breathing slowing into a sleep.

He felt so guilty that he had tapped into anger, dangerously close to the dark side. But it was a righteous anger. The woman he loved was being hurt, he needed to protect her. All these thoughts ran through his head. Soon the warmth of her body, safe and sound, next to him caused him to drift into a deep sleep.

The Next Day…

She slowly opened her eyes and saw she was in her room, safe and sound. Hearing a soft snoring she turned her head to see who it was. Nestled cozily against the pillow her loyal dog was there. She smiled faintly “Hey Boy,” to which he sat up and wagged his tail. She tried to set up and was assaulted by a shooting pain in her ribs. At hearing her grunt the dog leapt off of the bed and run out of the room. A minute or two later Obi-Wan came into the room and walked over to her side of the bed and kneeled down to be level with her.

“Hello there,” he said while gently stroking her hair.

“Hey,” she said hoarsely.

“Anything I can get you? Are you hungry?”

“A little but I would like to wash up first, she said while trying to get up. She grunted and grimaced while he tried to help her sit up.

“How about I run you a bath.”

She nods, and with a smile Obi got up and made his way to the bathroom. She sighed to herself as he ran the bath. The images of the night before played in her head and she was upset. She questioned why this happened to her, and how did he find her. Her thoughts were interrupted by him coming back to the room.

“Its all set to go,” he said reaching out to help her up. “I put a fresh towel and a robe for you,” walking her to the restroom. “Just call me if you need any help,” and pecked her on the lips before leaving to the living room. She gingerly started to strip and she was about to step into the bathtub before she caught of glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her eyes was swollen and black, the side of her face had a bruise, but worst of all was the bruises and scrapes up and down her torso. She saw the worst was her ribs, almost broken they said, but horrible looking. She collapsed to the floor and sobbed.

The jedi sat on the couch going over everything that went on last night. He felt so heartbroken for her but most of all he felt guilt. He rescued her so to speak but not soon enough before he left her with wounds and bruises. To see her so fragile and beat up like that also made him furious. He had to calm himself before the anger took over. Taking a deep breath he suddenly felt a ripple in the force, so he got up to check on Vanessa. He got to the door and heard her sobbing. He knocked on the door and at first she didn't respond.

“Is everything all right?,” he asked hearing her sob.

“No.”

“Can I come in?” There was no response so he thought something may have happened to her. He came into the bathroom and saw her sobbing on the floor. Fearing that she might have fallen he went to go pick her up, but was met with a hard shove. He was totally caught off guard. She looked at him angrily and started shouting.

“LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!”

“Darling, what is the matter?!” he said his anxiety rising a bit from her acting like this.

She stood up slowly and turned to face him and continued yelling.

“FUCKING LOOK AT ME?! THIS IS WHAT I AM WORTH! NOBODY, NOTHING. WHY DID I THINK ANYTHING WOULD BE ANY BETTER. AND THEN YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE AND GAVE ME HOPE!!” She started beating on his chest but instead of getting angry he just embraced her. She was wailing while her body shook in his arms. All he could do his hold her and try his best to calm her down. He cheated and sent her calming waves through the force. After a few minutes she calmed down and lifted her head to look at him. He cupped her head in his hands and leaned to plant a soft kiss on her bruised eye, then her bruised cheek. He sunk to his knees and gave each cut and bruise a gentle kiss paying special attention to her ribs. He realized she was stark naked but that was at the back of his mind. All he wanted to do is make sure she felt loved. He stood up and pulled her closer.

“You are beautiful to me no matter what,” and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. “Cmon let’s get you in the tub, yeah?”

She nodded her head and he grabbed her hand and helped her lower herself into the bathtub. Sighing at the warmth and relaxation. She closed her eyes and leaned back enjoy the comfort, but something was missing.

“Obi?” he heard her voice say as he was turning to leave. He turned and gave her his full attention. She stammered a bit “ I know this is...um… a weird request...but will you...well...get in here with me?” He quirked his eyebrow honestly shocked to hear that question out of her mouth especially so soon after her ordeal.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I need to feel you and be held by you.”

“Very well then.” He started taking off his shirt and she looked away shyly and let him continue his undressing while she scoot forward. Soon she felt him settle behind her with both of his legs on both sides of her body. She leaned back against him a let out a sigh of relief. “Better?” he asked as she turned her face to look up at him. She reached up and twirled his braid in her finger.

“Yes very much so.” They sat like that for a few more minutes before she sat up so he could wash her hair. His fingers felt so good and her anxiety seem to wash away. He reached over for the soap and wash cloth, beginning to gently wash her back. When he finished rinsing her off he planted soft kisses along her shoulder. Handing her the wash cloth so she could wash the front of her, slowly he ran his fingers down her back. He wanted her to feel safe and sound with him. When she was done washing she leaned back against him. His precense was so soothing and he made her feel special. In this small intimate act he could feel their bond growing, even if it scared him a little, he was happy.

He took his finger below her chin and lifted so he could see her face. He planted a soft kiss on her lips. Pulling away he looked deep into her eyes, “I want you to know that you are very special to me. I am so sorry for letting you down. But I promise I will be there for you.”

“Thank you Obi. You mean the world to me,” and she started a slow passionate kiss. After a light makeout session they both sat in silence content with the peace they had right now. After awhile the water began to get cold, so they got out and dried off. She was still sore as she got dressed, but Obi had prepared a delicious meal for them both. She wondered how she got so lucky. After that incident Obi started to stay in her room since she was plagued by nightmares and he held her and comforted her til she fell asleep. His heart ached for her and he felt helpless. But all he could do is be there for her.

What am I to do? She needs me more than ever. Why did this happen? Why didn’t I sense it?

Sighing to himself, he listened to her breathing even out as she clung to him. He would keep her safe. With that he fell asleep with the warmth of her beside him.

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