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throwingmetothelions · 9 months

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Stress Relief

Nick Ruffilo x OC (Aaliyah)

Slow and soft Nicholas sex? You mean my favorite thing in the entire world?

Please understand that this is not for kids. This fic has been fighting me like fuck for 3 weeks. Take it away I don’t wanna see it again.

“So you’re taking it seriously this time? What’s he gonna say when he finds out that you’ve mastered Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in the 4 years you’ve owned this thing,” I jabbed as my brother threw a balled up napkin at my head.

“Fuck you. I also know how to play the intro to Brain Stew … Mom tell her!” Jackson yelled across the dinner table as I smirked into my plate of chicken and rice.

“Okay … okay. Aaliyah he’s serious this time. I mean he picked up that D he had in Chemistry and he’s been mowing the lawn and weeding for 3 months to prove that this is what he wants. We think he could actually get somewhere with this tutor,” our mom let out. “He’s home from touring in some band he plays in. Really doing us a favor by offering these lessons. He’s Denise’s kid if you remember her from church. Real quiet thing,” she slowly picked apart her spaghetti while we went back to eating in silence.

Color me shocked honestly. My younger brother Jackson raised hell with our parents for 6 months after he saw that ESP in the window of the music shop downtown. I swore he only wanted it because it was shiny and purple, and our parents were desperate for their 12 year old son to show interest in anything outside of video games and sleeping until 1 pm.

They bought it for him, and it sat. And it sat. And dust collected. And it sat.

I had just come back home after wrapping up the first semester of my final year of college. Coming back home wasn’t necessarily on my to-do list, but there was no denying that coming back to where the food is free and someone else does your laundry for a little bit can’t hurt.

I was brought out of my head by my father clearing his throat the way that old men do. “Aaliyah. We’re going to head over to the Anderson’s house tomorrow. Lexi’s got this book club wine tasting situation she’s started with your mom, and I told Tom that I’d take a look at the motor in that boat he just bought. He got the same one we did a few months back and I think I know why it’s sputtering,” my dad paused and looked at the ceiling, “but we need you to be home because it’s going to be an all afternoon affair, and someone has to let Nick in,” he stated.

Pointing my fork at Jackson without saying anything, I shot an eyebrow at my father.

“Ah. Jackass over there is serving detention on a Saturday for signing himself out of his last period class four times in a week. If I hadn’t already paid Nick for this lesson I’d tell him not to bother. He said something about just changing his strings and taking the pickguard off, or whatever the fuck. Just be here to let him come work. Should be like 2 hours,” he grumbled with anger and garlic on his breath.

“Hmm. No problem. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to shower and hang out upstairs. The weight of being the favorite child really takes a toll,” I laughed as I pretended to crack my back earning me another balled up napkin to the hip.

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There’s a place off Ocean Avenue where I used to sit and -

I hadn’t changed the alarm tone I had set on my old iPod Touch even though I’d graduated middle school almost a decade ago. It’s still the same.

Tired hands rubbed tired eyes as I rolled over and out of bed and steadied myself against my childhood dresser. Mind numbingly bright numbers read 2:30 pm. Fucking great. I checked my phone and saw that my mom had put something in the family group chat.

Birthgiver: Hey Peanut. Dad and I left a bit early. Sale at Costco on that brie I use when I make the mac n cheese for Sunday dinners. Nick will be there around 3. Money for food is in junk drawer. Jax will be home at 7. BETTER BE 🤬. We’ll be later. Let me know if you need something, but try not to need something 😉

She really had a way with words.

I found myself mentally exploding them all momentarily because I had approximately 25 minutes until Mr. Too Optimistic Guitar Man showed up. I threw my hair into a high ponytail while trying to ignore the product buildup I could so clearly feel. The shirt I ripped from the confines of my suitcase was a beat up Motionless In White tee that had seen many teenage tears, and the cherries of a few late night cigs judging by the burn holes. Black leggings finished off the look, and I jogged downstairs to figure out what I could shove in my face now so I wouldn’t disturb Nick later.

I walked across the hardwood past the living room until I hit the fridge. As my fingers touched the stainless steel handle … *ding dong*.

2:48.

He’s early.

My eyebrows creased as I padded over to let him in.

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Truthfully, I had remembered what he looked like - Denise’s son. A few vacation bible camps, and the handful of times he showed up to my school to watch his sister perform in the yearly plays.

That just couldn’t have been the same boy that stood before me as I opened the door. About 5’10, shaggy black hair that fell right above his shoulders, and tattoos covering his exposed forearms and hands. He wore a faded Foo Fighters tee underneath a red and brown flannel, and his black jeans had a few too many rips for him to have bought them like that.

“So … can I come in or …,” he chuckled nervously as he lifted his backpack and guitar case to imply that he’d like nothing more than to lay his heavy shit down.

“Y-yeah. Yes,” I cleared my throat as I stepped to the side. “You must be Nick,” I questioned as he placed his stuff on the couch and took off his flannel.

He faced away from me as he shook his head slightly. “It would be a damn shame if I wasn’t seeing as I’m standing in your living room,” he said with a quirked eyebrow.

I stood motionless with my lips parted.

He was right after all.

“That might have been a little rude. I’m sorry,” he shook the hair from in front of his eyes and held his hand out toward me, “I’m Nick,” he smiled.

“Aaliyah,” my head tilted to the side.

“So if you’re cool with it I’m gonna grab the guitar from Jack’s room and bring it out here. More space, and I don’t really want to work in a teenage boy’s cave. I was one once. Not too safe to just sit on surfaces and shit, ya know,” he stated pointedly while traveling up the stairs.

A well timed snort left my body and I shook my head while traveling back into the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water and I threw some cherries in a bowl before I plopped down in an armchair. I was going to eat my breakfast come hell or highwater … in this case, hell or the hot dude that was currently padding around the upstairs of my house.

Soon enough Nick could be heard jogging back down with the instrument in hand. He paused as he walked in front of me, and my eyes met his. His eyebrows were completely furrowed yet quirked, and his mouth was drawn into a tight line.

It was the face one makes when they know that the handle of a door is sticky, but they watch others open it anyway after instructed not to. A smidge of disappointment, an awkward silence, and the strong urge to laugh when only they know why.

“What,” I questioned through a mouthful of cherries.

“You been uh … blowing the Kool Aid man or something? You have cherry juice all down your shirt,” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I’m here to tell you it was not.

“I also shut your door on my way down,” he said under his breath as he got to work taking the strings out of the guitar and wrapping them up into rings around his fingers.

A ball of lead filled my stomach, and a burn took over my face. Blame it on my routine being fucked up, blame it on being home and getting too comfortable, or blame it on hormones - I instantly knew exactly what it was that made that man explicitly tell me that he shut my door. It was the light pink vibrator, my previously soaked panties, and the clear glass toy that I accidentally left on the floor next to the laundry hamper where I usually hid them. I always shut my door, but again. I’m playing the blame game.

Nicholas cleared his throat as he turned his head towards me. He went back and forth on his feet while staring at my reddened cheeks.

“I’m so sorry. It’s been tough coming back and moving all my shit and then -,” he cut me off by holding both hands up in the air.

“Hey. I’m just letting you know I shut it. It’s fine dude - you and I, we’re adults. Everyone needs a little stress reliever every blue moon. Or ya know, everyday, or whatever,” his eyes went back to the guitar on the couch as he cracked his knuckles for emphasis “and I don’t know what the fuck Jackson did to these pickups but I feel like I might need a stress reliever myself after this,” he chuckled as his eyes lingered on my face before he opened his bag again.

His words hit me directly in my core as I stared off in the direction of the kitchen. The thought of Nick laying back and working himself over bounced around in my head like the DVD logo on the corner of a forgotten television.

Did he tilt his head back and let his eyes flutter shut? Did his lips part when his fingers ran through the dark hairs he had on his lower stomach? Was he going to collect the precum at the tip and take his time dragging it up and down his shaft?

I instinctively squeezed my thighs together in an attempt to quell the pulsing that had started. Nicks words brought me back to the moment.

“Okay so … I changed out the three strings that needed it, I can’t do anything with these pickups because the owner of the shop said they won’t get the new ones in until tomorrow, and changing this pickguard will take 5 seconds flat. I’m not tuning that bitch because he needs the practice. Bad,” he sighed while he sank onto the couch. He paused for a second before looking up at me and patting the cushion next to him.

I stood up and walked over to him, pulling my legs underneath me as i got comfortable.

“I really like this. My band played with Motionless at a festival like two years ago. Funny dudes,” he said as he played with the hem of my shirt.

“You’re in a band? That’s fuckin’ sick,” I laughed although my eyes never left the hand that was still playing with the hem of my shirt.

“Yeah man. I love it, but it’s … stressful at times,” he whispered as his hand let my shirt go. He let his fingers fall down to my thigh, brushing it as they went back to the couch. “I can kinda tell you know what that feels like,” he said.

“Mhmm,” I nodded. “This degree is whopping my ass and sometimes I think like … is it worth it? I have very little social flings even though I’m away from home. I don’t meet people like people think I do. It’s all very stress inducing and even though you uhm … y-you saw what you saw I uh - … it’s still hard,” I let out in a few exasperated breaths.

I could feel Nick getting closer as he sunk down just a little further.

“Poor thing,” he clicked as his hands went to my hips to pull me onto his lap and straddle him. “I’m technically getting paid to use my skill set and my hands to fix things … but does it really have to stop with guitars,” he questioned as my forehead rested on his. “Like I said. Two adults. Two stressed out adults that need fixing,” his breath panned over my lips as I dove down to meet his.

I let out a small moan as our mouths connected. Who the fuck was he trying to convince? Nick’s hands began to roam away from my hips and travel up my waist as our tongues played. I could feel my folds grow slicker as I tried to grind down into him, but he stopped me.

He reached around and to the side of me with a grunt and threw a pillow and a throw from the back of the couch to the ground. He tapped my thigh to get me up and off of him before he stood up and grabbed my hand to lead me down onto the living room carpet.

Nick took his time stripping all of my clothes off. Years of sports and locker rooms took away any inhibitions I had about my body, but I still felt the weight of his eyes as they bore into me.

“We could … I mean there are beds here,” I pointed at the stairs.

“Lay back,” he told me with a gentle gesturing finger. “Let me do this,” he said as he hovered over me. “Here’s how this is going to go,” he kissed my nose, “I’m going to make myself feel better by making you feel better. I’m a tinkerer. I love figuring out what keeps things together,” he pecked my cheek, “and what takes them apart,” he quickly licked the shell of my ear before he sat up to strip himself of his shirt.

I had no words for him, but my head nodding against the pillow must have been enough. I could feel him suck my bottom lip into a searing kiss before he worked his way down.

“You got messier than I thought,” he laughed against my skin as he licked at the bright red cherry juice that ran a path between my tits.

“Oh,” I let out as I held his head into my chest. Goosebumps rose to the surface as my foot locked over his leg in an effort to pin him to me.

His eyes held moss and stone as his mouth found a nipple and he latched onto it. He brought his hand up to cup my breast as he sucked and lapped at the hardening bud, moaning softly as he felt the skin grow taught on his tongue.

“That’s -,” my back arched and my hips rolled as Nick pulled off of my chest.

He was all blown pupils, bright red juice pricked mouth, and panting breaths. If there was one thing he clearly wanted, it was all of what I had to give. The sight was enough to set fire down my thighs.

“Come here,” I all but growled as I yanked his frame back on top of me in a fierce kiss. This was never a battle for dominance, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t wage war with my lips.

Nick held my face in his hands and ran the tip of his tongue over my parted mouth before he spoke. “Slow it down, cowgirl. We’re taking our time”. He was completely straddling me at this point, and I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander over his body as his fingers left trails of static down my stomach. His heavily tattooed arms flexed as he pushed himself back up and moved lower. Nick’s head came to rest at my side as he bit and kissed at the crease where my thigh met my hip. “You know I can smell you right,” he whispered as he pushed my legs apart. “See, I was scrolling through a website the other day and I read something. Something about how women carry stress in their hips or some shit,” he said.

I could feel his fingers start to massage the muscles there, and a low groan of relief left my chest. “Nick please. I need you to - to touch”. My hips rolled into the carpet slowly as he settled over my core. If there was a god, he wasn’t merciful. There was an air of bittersweet misery surrounding the moment, and I needed him to clear it out.

Without another word Nicholas took his index and middle fingers and spread my folds open. The cool air of the room smacked into my warmth and I couldn’t help but jump.

“She’s sensitive,” he laughed as he puckered his lips and let a string of spit fall down onto my exposed clit. Nick leaned down and pressed a kiss to my folds before licking up the mess he’d made. The speed at which his hands flew up and caught my shaking thighs before they caged his head was unmatched by light and sound. He knew what he’d done. The moan that escaped his throat told me that he was getting lost, and he might not have minded.

I peered down at him over the hills of my breasts and found him down in a valley of soft curls and wet heat. His eyes had begun to roll as he licked into my cunt, and I could see that he was beginning to rut into the floor. Those adept fingers traced gentle patterns and lines on my thigh, and every so often a thumb would circle my clit. “Jesus fuck,” I groaned as I turned my head to the side.

Nick stopped to line his eyes up with mine before popping that same thumb into his mouth and sucking deeply. He caught his breath and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before speaking. “Watching you sit in that chair and act like you didn’t want to rub this pussy made my dick twitch,” he stated as plainly as you would the weather. Like he was talking about the sunshine. Like he hadn’t made me clench around nothing just by nonchalantly speaking.

I stared down at him with a tight jaw and pints of restless need in my blood. The urge to wrench him up and flip us over was overwhelming, but I settled for running my hands through his hair as he sat up.

Nick leaned back and ran his fingers over his torso reveling in the feeling of his own callouses. His hand found his belt and he slowly pulled it off. The promise of taking it slowly filtered through my vision as I watched him reach down and put pressure on the growing bulge in his jeans. “Oh my god,” he muttered under his breath as his hips came up to meet his palms before he pulled the jeans off of his body completely. He crawled back over me and pressed his body into mine.

I held the back of his neck and brought our lips together once more. “I - I really want you,” I murmured against his neck as I kissed the skin there.

“You want … this? Use your words hun,” he grabs his dick by the base and runs it up the length of my dripping pussy before tapping the head against my clit.

“I want you to fuck me Nick,” I whimpered as I let my eyes shut and brought my legs up and around his waist.

He made a noise of approval as he thumbed the tip of his dick inside of me. His breath hitched as he held himself back from giving me everything he had to give. Nick brought a hand up and moved the stray hairs from my forehead. “Look at me,” he said as I opened my eyes, “you feel so good”.

My neck felt warm as Nick's panting mouth found a home there. His fingers moved to interlock with mine as he pinned my hands above my head. His full weight spread over me like a blanket in midwinter, and I could feel his hips start to tick. Nick set a slow and dirty pace as he fucked into me.

“Oh god,” I choked out as he began to grind into my clit. I could feel a swell of warmth begin to form low in my belly as Nick moved.

“Feels nice?” he questioned as he groaned into my collar. “I don’t know how long I’m gonna last Aaliyah,” he warned as his dick kicked within my walls.

I used my heels to press against his lower back, delivering a silent plea for a faster pace.

He gave it to me. Nick fucked up into me harder as his fingers began to flex and squeeze mine.

“Keep going. Oh shit you’re gonna -,” I was cut off as Nick broke his hands free from my grasp and held my hips down.

“Do it. Cum on my cock sweetheart, that’s it,” he encouraged as I pulled my knees up as high as my body could bring them. I came with a wail as his speed never faltered. Nick bit into the air as I clenched down around him.

“Nick,” I gulped as my lungs expanded to take in much needed air, “I want you to fucking cum”.

My words were his downfall. One hand pushed beaten knuckles into soft carpet as the other held on to my hip as if he would fall to pieces if he was not grounded. “Fuck,” he drew out as he pounded his cum deep into my core.

Nick came to a slow grinding halt.

“You’re … you’re pretty good at stress relieving dude,” I smiled as I unwound myself from him.

“Ditto,” he muttered as he held up a thumb at me. Nick pulled out and rolled over before throwing his forearm over his eyes. “Now,” he breathed out, “that stupid fucking pickguard”.

“I would say don’t worry about it and I’ll cover for you … but I almost wish you’d build that stress back up,” I said as I kissed his temple.

He smiled softly and blew me a kiss back before going on to do exactly that.

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all-the-things-2020 · 3 months

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Late Night Talking - Chapter Three

Summary: Dieter and Emily go on date number two at Venice Beach.

Rating: PG

Notes: I’m writing exclusively from Emily’s POV but will include little transcripts here and there to show Dieter’s perspective. I gave Dieter a brother named Friedrich. They call each other Freddy and Deet.

[Telephone call between Dieter Bravo and his brother Friedrich]

Friedrich: What happened now?

Dieter: Why do you assume something happened? Maybe I’m just calling to hear your amazing voice.

F: Because it’s one o’clock in the fucking morning, Deet.

D: Shit, sorry. It’s only ten here. But Freddy, I have to talk to you. This is big, bro.

F: Work big or personal big?

D: Personal. I think I just met the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.

F: [sighs] Is this going to be like Jonathan?

D: No. Nothing like Jonathan. That was just … I was stupid then. And horny. But Emily — her name is Emily — she’s amazing, Freddy.

F: I’m sure she is, but don’t get ahead of yourself. You always leap without looking.

D: I know but there’s something … we just clicked, you know? Met her in a bookstore and we went to another one for our first date. Couple of drinks, dinner at a tapas place. Nothing fancy but … I haven’t felt this alive since I stopped using.

F: I’m happy for you, Deet, but be careful. Don’t jump into anything. Promise me.

D: I’m gonna marry her.

F: Give it a year. If you still feel the same way, then go for it.

D: A whole year?

F: A whole year. Promise me, Deet.

D: [sighs] I promise. But mark your calendar. I’ll be calling you a year from now to tell you we’re engaged.

F: If you say so. Look, man, I need to get some sleep.

D: Okay, sorry. I just … I had to tell you.

F: I know. Make good choices. Night.

[Call ends]

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I texted Dieter as soon as I got home and he replied instantly.

Me: Home safe

Dieter: Same here. Had a great time tonight.

Me: So did I

The typing indicator showed up, then disappeared, then showed up again. When it disappeared for a second time, it stayed off. I was puzzled until my phone rang.

”Hello.”

”Hey, I hope you don’t mind but I figured it’s easier to do this talking than texting. I hate texting, anyway.” He chuckled softly.

”It’s fine,” I said. “So, you had a good time?”

”A great time,” he corrected me. “I … look I’m not really that good at this kind of thing. In my line of business you get people fawning all over you and they always want something … it’s hard to trust, you know? But I didn’t get that from you.”

”I know you’re famous and all that, but you’re still just a guy,” I said. “I had that bubble burst a long time ago when one of my friends introduced me to one of the members of a band their Dad knew. I thought it was going to be magical and he turned out to be boring. Literally spent most of the time talking to her Dad about some kind of woodworking tool he’d bought and how he was trying get his son to make a bird house.”

Dieter laughed. “I’m not that boring, I hope.”

”Not at all. But you’re still just a guy. Who happens to make his living pretending to be other people and gets paid obscene amounts of money to do it.”

”Not that obscene,” he said. “At least, not for a while.” He cleared his throat. “Look, before we go any further, I’ve got to be honest with you. I’m kind of fucked up. I mean, more than the usual ‘everybody’s messed up one way or the other’.

“I’ve been in rehab. I was using a lot of shit to escape reality and … I almost died on the set of Cliff Beasts 6. Like literally OD’d and they had to restart my heart. I swore off the hard stuff after that and checked myself in. No more coke, no more acid, no more mystery pills.

”And I connected with my therapist there. She’s amazing and she gets me. So I have rules now. Alcohol if I’m with other people, never when I’m alone. Nothing stronger except this one brand of edibles that mellow me out when I’m super anxious. And I’m on meds to straighten out my brain chemistry. And I have a session with her every week. So, that’s me …”

“I knew about rehab,” I said carefully. “It was on the Internet and gossip magazines. But I didn’t know you almost died. That must have been really scary.”

“Scared the shit out of me,” he said. “There was this girl who worked at the hotel. She’s the one who found me and helped revive me. She professed her love for me in the ambulance and … it lasted about three weeks. I woke up one day and realized ‘Shit, I’m in my forties, and this girl’s in her twenties. What am I doing with my life?’ And I checked into rehab the next day.

“I had to drop out of a couple of projects, and my career was already heading down the crapper anyway — I mean, Cliff Beasts? — so I’m kind of starting over.”

”That’s okay,” I said. “Like I said, you’re just a guy who happens to be an actor. Your job doesn’t have anything to do with why I enjoyed the evening with you. We would have had fun if you were a CPA or a garbage man or whatever.”

“Yeah, and that’s why … I’d really, really like to see you again. Soon.”

”So would I,” I said. “I’m off work for the summer so my schedule is wide open.”

“How about Sunday? I have some shit to take care of tomorrow for a charity. Wait, that didn’t come out right, it’s a charity, it’s not shit …” He sounded a bit flustered. “Sunday. We can go to the beach. Unless that’s too long a drive for you?”

”Traffic shouldn’t be too bad on a weekend. And I haven’t been to the beach for a while. I’d love to.”

”It’s a date then. I’ll … I’ll text you tomorrow what time to meet and where, if that’s okay?”

”That’s perfect,” I said.

”Well, I should let you get to bed. I’m sure you’re tired after listening to me all night and driving and everything.”

”Yeah, you should get some sleep, too. Got to be fresh for the charity shit, right?”

He laughed. “Yeah. Good night.”

”Good night.”

The call ended and I sat on the couch staring at my phone for a few minutes. Then I texted Sam.

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We were on the boardwalk at Venice Beach. It was a hot day, so the place was crowded, perfect for people watching.

“Oh, my God, your dog is so cute!” Dieter fairly ran across the boardwalk to a young couple with a Corgi on a leash. It was wearing a bow tie. “Can I take a picture?”

I followed more slowly, ready to apologize to them for my date’s ridiculous behavior, but they were already making the dog pose and look even more adorable, if that was even possible. Dieter snapped a picture of the dog, then shoved his phone at me before getting down on the ground. “Get a picture of me with the dog,” he said. His goofy grin was irresistible. I snapped a couple of pictures of him and the dog, then we chatted a bit with the couple. The dog was a boy, named Kirby, and while he seemed to enjoy the attention, he was a bit aloof, as Corgis often are, until he very solemnly and daintily licked my hand. His owners gushed over how he doesn’t normally like strangers and I should feel special.

“She is special,” Dieter said, giving me a squeeze.

They awkwardly asked for an autograph and a selfie. Dieter obliged, with me taking the photo for them. We said goodbye, and Dieter wistfully watched them walk away. “Now that made my day,” he said.

I arched an eyebrow at him. “You’re on a date with me and meeting a dog is the highlight of your day?” I teased.

“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that,” he blustered.”Like, the dog is the icing on the cake. You’re the cake.”

“Come again?”

He scrunched up his face. “It’s like … okay, icing is nice, icing is great, but by itself it’s kind of gross. Too sweet. You need the cake to give it meaning. The cake is the foundation. The icing is optional but the cake is essential.” He shook his head. “I’m not explaining this right.”

I grabbed his hand. “I think I can see the sentiment behind this rather tortured metaphor,” I said. “Cake is good even by itself; icing enhances it but you don’t really need it.”

“Exactly,” he said, raising our joined hands to his mouth. He kissed the back of my hand. “This would have been a great day even without the dog, but the dog made it even better.”

“I’m only letting this go because it was a Corgi,” I told him. “Any other breed and I’d be insulted, but damn, Corgis are adorable.”

He laughed and put his arms around me, pulling me in for a kiss. A skateboarder zipped past. “Get a room, boomers,” he yelled.

“Hey, we’re Gen X,” Dieter yelled back. “We don’t give a shit!”

“You are such a dork,” I said, laughing into his chest as he flipped the kid off.

“Ah, you love it,” he said.

“I do,” I admitted. “You’re ... adorkable.”

“Now who’s making shit up?”

“Shut up and kiss me again.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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“Let’s go in the water,” Dieter said, tugging at my hand and leading me off the boardwalk and into the sand.

“We don’t have bathing suits,” I protested. I stopped to take off my flip-flops; it was nearly impossible to walk in sand with them on without tripping over my own feet. Dieter pulled his own shoes off as well, and we continued across the beach, shoes in one hand, holding hands with the other.

“We’ll just get our feet wet,” he promised. “Come on.” He whined like a little kid who wanted candy. “Pleeeease.”

I laughed. How could I resist him when he was such a goofball? “Okay, but not too deep,” I said, realizing I sounded like a mom. “I’m not getting all wet and then having to sit around in soggy shorts the rest of the day.”

“I’ll be careful, I promise,” he said, but there was a wicked gleam in his eye that I didn’t quite trust.

We waded out into the water, letting it lap against our ankles, the occasional wave breaking harder and splashing us up to our knees. “Next time, we’ll wear our swimsuits,” he said. “Bring a boogie board or something.”

“I can’t swim,” I admitted. He stopped dead, staring at me.

“What?!,” he said incredulously. “You grew up in SoCal and never learned to swim? How is this possible?”

I was embarrassed, but decided to tell him the truth. “I have a phobia about water,” I said. “If my face gets in the water, I panic. I failed swimming in high school, the only F I ever got on my report card.”

“Well,” he said, “we’ll have to fix that. Lucky for you, I have a pool at my place, and I’m a very good teacher.” He slid his arms around my waist. “Do you need to get out of the water right now?”

“No,” I said. “This is fine. This is fun. It’s just when the water gets on or around my face.”

“Okay, then,” he grinned. “Let’s play some more.” He darted off down the beach, splashing water behind him as he ran through the surf. I gave chase, laughing as I tried to catch up. He was a total goofball, but he was my goofball.

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I was pretty sure I had a sunburn. We’d been good and applied sunblock before we got out of the cars, and reapplied later, but I could still feel the heat on my skin. “Ooh, shave ice!” I cried as we came around a corner. It was a very hot day and nothing is better on a hot day than a shave ice.

We bought two large shave ices, cherry for me, and a multi-hued mixture of flavors for Dieter. “You’re boring,” he said, pointing at my solid red treat with his plastic spoon.

“Not boring,” I said. “Classic.” I took a big bite and savored the sweet, cold ice as it melted on my tongue.

He shook his head and dug into his own ice, as we sat on a bench facing the ocean. The on shore breeze kept the heat from being overwhelming and the shave ice cooled me off quickly.

“Ah, shit, brain freeze!” Dieter said, holding a hand against his forehead.

“Don’t eat it so fast, doofus,” I said, poking him in the side with my elbow.

He stuck his tongue out at me. It was dyed a dark purplish color from the combination of flavors. “Gross,” I said. “See, that’s why I go with the cherry.” I stuck my own tongue out, knowing it would be a bright red.

“Well, you certainly don’t need lipstick,” he said, pulling out his phone and taking a quick photo, which he showed me. My lips were cherry red.

“Ah, you’ve discovered my cunning plot to replace makeup with shave ice syrup,” I said. He leaned in for a kiss.

“Mmm,” he said. “It tastes better than lipstick, I’ll give you that.”

I shoved him away. “You’re so weird,” I said. “Eat your shave ice before it melts.”

“You’re so bossy,” he grumbled, as he shoveled another spoonful of ice into his mouth.

“I work with teenagers,” I reminded him. “I think I can handle your sorry ass.” I took a big bite of my own shave ice, but instantly regretted it. “Ow, ow, brain freeze!”

Dieter nearly fell off the bench laughing, and I joined him, as soon as my head stopped pounding.

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The sun was low in the sky as we made our way toward the parking lot. “Next time we’ll get here later, rent bikes, and stay to watch the sunset,” Dieter said. His arm was around my waist, his sunglasses sliding down his nose as he gazed down at me.

“That sounds wonderful,” I replied. “But how about our next date, you drive out my way?”

He scratched his chin with his free hand. “I guess I could,” he said. “Is there anything out there to do?”

”I hope you’re being facetious,” I told him. “Because only I can diss where I live.”

He chuckled. “Totally facetious. Besides, as long as I’m with you, who cares where we go?”

”Smooth, Bravo, real smooth.” I tugged his arm, pulling him to a stop. I went on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek, in one of those delectable little bare patches in his beard.

”It worked,didn’t it?” he said smugly.

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x ofc #the bubble fanfiction #dieter bravo fic

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justyouraverage-simp · 1 year

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daddy day care// steve rogers

pairing: dad!steve rogers x reader, slight bucky barnes x reader (platonic)

summary: when bucky goes on a mission and it goes wrong causing him to become a 6 year old boy once again who better to look after him than his two best friends.

warnings: none currently

a/n: guess who's back! i'm finally writing again and im so happy! ive been so busy with college and work but as it's christmas i've had time to write. i am currently working on my first request and i'm so excited for you to read it but first have this fic!

Y/N and Steve were sat in the living room watching TV when their four year old daughter, Sarah Jamie Rogers, came rushing into the room clutching one of her teddies and she had a silver princess crown on her head.

“Daddy, when's uncle Bucky going to be back?” She asked.

“Either tonight or tomorrow princess,” Steve said.

“Ughh, okay” Sarah groaned

“Why baby what’s wrong” Y/N said to her daughter who was now pouting slightly.

“I need someone to play tea parties with” Sarah stated as if it was common knowledge.

“I can play with you princess all you have to do is ask”

“No I don’t want to play with you, you don’t play it properly”

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you could play tea parties wrong” Steve said jokingly, poking his daughters ribs causing her to giggle but then she stopped and wore a sad expression on her face once again.

“You don’t wear the princess crown or the b-b-”Sarah stutters, looking to her mum for help.

“Boa baby” Y/N said.

“Boa and without it it’s just not the same” Sarah said slightly whining.

“Well, I’m sure when Buck gets back I’m sure he will want to play with you” Steve said, pressing a kiss on her forehead, “But until then why don’t me, you and mummy have a movie afternoon and I’ll go get some snacks and we can cuddle hmm?”

“Yeeeaaahhh” Sarah yelled loudly, jumping onto the sofa elbowing Steve in his crotch causing him to grunt, standing up slowly and walking out the door.

It had been two days since Bucky, Sam and Tony were due home from their mission and it was causing Steve and Y/N to worry none of them were answering their phones or had even contacted anyone in those two days.

“I’m worried they should have been back ages ago” Steve said pulling Y/N in closer rubbing his thumb up and down her arm absentmindedly.

“I know, if we don’t hear from them by tomorrow we will start to panic okay” Y/N said, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

The next morning Steve and Y/N are awoken by loud banging on their bedroom door. Steve gets up and opens the door to see Sam stood panting.

“You’re back, what took so long,” Steve said, pulling Sam into a hug.

“Yeah um about that, we had a slight problem. Tony tried to fix it but without his tech he couldn’t so we had to come back”

“Why, what happened?” Y/N said standing next to Steve.

“It’s hard to explain, it’ll be easier to just show you” Sam said as he turned and rushed down the corridor.

As Y/N and Steve entered the living room they saw Tony with his back to the two of them talking to Pepper who seemed slightly stressed but no Bucky in sight and that’s when Y/N heard it, the sound of tiny feet running across the floor and the sound of a small child's laughter.

Y/N turned expecting to see Sarah except she saw a small brunette boy with bright blue eyes, Bucky.

“What the hell happened on that mission”

“He may or may not have temporarily been captured by Hydra” Sam muttered

“What!”

“They have developed a new weapon, they used it on Bucky and when we found him he was a child”

“So how do we fix this?” Steve asked as he watched Bucky jump onto the sofa giggling.

“I’ll have to see what they actually did to him before I can reverse it, so it’s going to take a while,” Tony said.

“Okay, so what do we with him until then because he can’t be left alone, he’s a kid” Y/N said

“Well…” Tony said looking between Y/N and Steve, “I think it’s pretty clear who should look after him”

“I mean he isn’t wrong” Sam said “You two do actually have a kid that’s around the same age as Bucky”

“So does Tony” Y/N said

“Technically Morgan is older and I can’t look after him as well as try and reverse what they did all at the same time”

“Maybe it would be good for us to look after him, he is your best friend and it will be good for Sarah to be around someone her age a bit more. We both know she misses Bucky” Y/N said as she turned to Steve.

“Okay, we will look after him” Steve said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

It had been three hours since Bucky returned and to say Y/N and Steve had their work cut out. Bucky was a ball of energy and with the serum it made it 20 times worse and when he was put in a room with Sarah and the two were wild. The two had always been close and when they were together they were always up to something and causing some sort of trouble and now they were the same age it was worse, mainly because Bucky now had the same energy levels as Sarah so he wasn’t getting tired as quickly so he could run around just as much as she could now.

Y/N and Steve were laying on the sofa with her head resting on his lap as he rubbed her forehead slowly with his thumb.

“Are you feeling okay? You don’t look so good” Steve said looking down at Y/N.

“Yeah just tired, they’ve just worn me out”

“You sure, you’re not getting sick or anything are you?”

“No, just tired. I think it’s cause I don’t have the serum but all three of you do” Y/N said, smiling up at Steve.

“Okay but if your tired go to sleep sweetheart”

“I’m okay, I just need to relax a little” Y/N said, although within twenty minutes she was fast asleep.

It was the next morning and Y/N was standing in the kitchen making Bucky and Sarah breakfast whilst Steve was on a run, suddenly Y/N was hit by a wave of nausea. Holding back the urge to be sick when Sam came into the kitchen. Tony was slowly getting closer to solving what happened to Bucky and is working on something to bring Bucky back to how he should be.-=

“Can you keep an eye on the food and the kids please” Y/N asked Sam trying to talk quickly to get to the toilet quicker.

“Yeah, you okay?” Sam asked with a concerned tone in his voice.

“Um maybe” Y/N said as she walked quickly to the toilet.

She opened the door and kneeled in front of the toilet, shutting the door with her foot.

“Hey, Y/N you okay?”

Y/N recognised that voice from anywhere, Nat. Nat had become Y/N’s best friend, she was the reason her and Steve were together, for every big moment Nat was there. Her and Steve’s wedding, the proposal, Y/N finding out she was pregnant with Sarah, Sarah’s birth. It only made sense for her and Bucky to be Sarah’s godparents.

Nat could hear her being sick and knew she hated it luckily she didn’t really have that problem with Sarah’s pregnancy. “Oh, Y/N.” Nat said, pulling her hair into a ponytail and tying it with the hairband she had on her wrist. “I know, just get it all out” She said, rubbing her back slowly.

After a few minutes, Y/N sat up and leant against the wall next to Nat. “I think I might have food poisoning, I told Tony the chicken didn’t look cooked” Y/N said wiping her mouth with some tissue.

“Babe, we all had the chicken and your the only one that’s ill” Nat said, that’s when it hit Y/N.

Her period was a few days late. She felt sick. Her hormones have been slightly out of whack but she assumed it was having another child around causing her to be slightly more reactive. But now that she thinks about the symptoms as a group she realises she felt the same around 5 years ago. When she found out she was pregnant with Sarah.

Y/N jumped up and rushed to the bathroom that was connected to her and Steve’s bedroom with Nat following behind her. She could hear Nat calling her name but the adrenaline currently rushing through her veins. She rushed over to the sink and dropped to her knees and began rummaging through the cupboard. As she reached into the back corner that was when she felt the box. She opened the box and pulled out the white package.

It had been 3 minutes and Nat was sat on the bathroom with Y/N. Y/N reached over to the white stick that rested near her feet. She picked it up and flipped it over.

Pregnant.

Tears filled Y/N’s eyes as she felt Nat pull her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around Nat. Y/N wasn’t even sure how to feel, she felt overwhelmed. Would Steve be happy? How is Sarah going to react? And then there’s Bucky. Y/N is currently looking after two children and it’s hard work. Would she cope with three?

“Hey, look at me. It’s all going to be okay” Nat said as she wiped the tears off Y/N’s cheek with her thumb. Nat could tell that Y/N was overwhelmed. It happened when she found out she was pregnant with Sarah. Her mind just goes into overdrive thinking about all the possible outcomes, some good but some bad.

The door opened causing Y/N and Nat to look towards it and saw Steve.

“Hey, what's going on in here? It looks slightly dodgy. Should I be concerned?” Steve said as he walked into the bathroom leaning against the wall opposite the girls.

“You should always be concerned rogers, you wife is sexy”

“Oh really Romanoff? I haven’t noticed” Steve said as he leant down to press a kiss onto Y/N’s lips, using his index finger to tilt her chin up. That’s when Steve noticed the white stick laying on the floor.

“Y/N?” Steve said with a questioning tone in his voice “Is this what I think it is?” Y/N nodded quickly. Steve had never been so happy, his smile grew and he placed another kiss on her lips. Nat knew they needed a moment alone so she left and went to spend time with Sarah.

He had always wanted a family pre-serum but after he came out of the ice he lost the desire. He couldn’t see himself having children with or marrying anyone other than Peggy. That was until he met Y/N. She changed him for the better and everyone around him noticed it, especially Bucky. When he came back from Wakanda he was finally ready to meet the girl his best friend wouldn’t shut up about and to say all three were nervous would be an understatement. Steve wasn’t sure what he would do if the two most important people in his life would get on but he couldn’t have been any further from the truth. The two immediately got on like a house on fire, if anything they got on two well. It was common for the two to pick on Steve. Especially once Sarah was born. It was Y/N’s idea to give Sarah the middle name Jamie in honour of Bucky. He saved Steve’s life multiple times and for that naming her child after him was the least Y/N could do.

It had been a week since the pair found out they would be welcoming another life into the world. They were both laying in bed with Sarah in between them with Steve subtly rubbing Y/N’s stomach when they heard a knock at the door. Sarah immediately jumped up and opened the door.

“Hey uncle Tony”

“Hey kiddo, where’s your parents?” Tony said, shocked slightly by the small person that opened the door.

“What do you need Tony?” Steve said, standing behind Sarah with Y/N next to him.

“I’ve done it, I can bring him back” Tony said, being careful what he said not knowing how much Sarah knew about the Bucky situation.

“Are you sure?” Y/N asked, “It won’t hurt him will it?”

“Well I mean it might a little bit but it won’t cause any more damage to him” Tony said as Sarah ran off and grabbed her doll that was laying on the floor.

“That’s great, when can you do it?”

“Now. Where is he?”

“Uh, terrorising Peter with Sam”

“Okay let’s go save the kid and sort out that issue” Tony said as three of them leave with Sarah following behind, although she notices Nat and immediately runs to her.

When they entered Tony’s lab Y/N was holding Bucky in her arms. Tony walked over to the two with a vial with a clear liquid in and handed it to Y/N. She placed Bucky on the floor and Bucky turned to look up at Steve.

“Stevie” Bucky said causing Steve to bend down onto one knee to be at Bucky’s eye level.

“Yeah buddy”

“I don’t want to drink the nasty liquid”

“I know but if you want to be back to yourself then you need to”

“What if I like being small? I don’t want to be big” Bucky exclaimed causing Steve to chuckle. “And Sarah will be sad she told me she likes me being little cause we can play all day”

“I know but Sarah will have a new friend in about 8 months so she will be okay” Steve said quietly ruffling Bucky’s hair. Bucky looked slightly confused at first but then realised what they meant, Y/N was pregnant.

“Hey, Bucky. I know you are feeling scared but I promise we would never do anything to hurt you, it will just be a little uncomfortable. We just need to get the old Bucky back” Tony said, kneeling next to Steve. The two had a complicated relationship and it took a while but eventually the two managed to put aside all the drama and tension and are now civil.

Bucky took the vial into his hand and poured it down his throat. He felt the liquid run through his body causing him to grunt.

Steve and Y/N walked into the living room where Nat and Peter were sat on the floor playing with Sarah.

“Hey, there’s our little princess. Are you having fun?” Steve said as he picked Sarah up who came crashing into him.

“Yeah, we were playing princesses”

“I can tell” Y/N said looking at Peter who had a crown on his head and a tutu.

“UNCLE BUCKY” Sarah screamed, wriggling out of Steve’s grip and colliding into Bucky’s legs.

“Hey munchkin” Bucky said as he scooped up Sarah.

“How are you big again” Sarah asked squeezing Bucky’s cheeks together

“Uncle Tony helped me out so now we can play again”

“But I liked when you were small, we could play more” Sarah said whining slightly.

“I know munchkin but we can still play, I will always play with you. You know that” Bucky said, pressing a kiss on her forehead.

Y/N looked over to Steve after seeing Sarah’s putty lip she felt guilty. She knew it was the hormones but there was one thing she knew would cheer up Sarah.

“Steve”

“Yeah baby” He said, wrapping an arm over her shoulders, looking down slightly at her.

“I think we should tell her”

“You sure?”

“Yeah plus she will probably get suspicious soon”

“Hey, it’s up to you. If you think we should tell her then we’ll tell her” Steve said pressing a kiss onto Y/N’s lips.

“Sarah, baby come here for me please”

Bucky placed Sarah on the floor and she skipped over to her parents who were now sat on the sofa.

“Hey princess”

“Hi mumma” Sarah says as she is placed between the two of them.

“We have something to tell you” Steve said

“What is it?”

“You know how Peter is Morgan’s big brother?”

“Yeah uncle Tony adopted him”

“Yeah exactly so how would you feel if you were to be a big sister in about 8 months” Y/N said, studying Sarah’s reaction which was a very confused one.

“Mumma has a baby in her tummy” Steve said causing Sarah’s jaw to drop.

“A baby? How did it get there?” Sarah asked Y/N

“We will explain it when you are older princess” Y/N said chuckling as she kissed Sarah on the forehead.

Sarah looked down at Y/N’s stomach for a few seconds and then lent in closer to it placing a kiss on her mum’s belly.

“I love you baby”

#steve rogers x y/n #dad!steve rogers #dad!steve rogers x reader #dad!steve rogers x mum!reader #steve rogers x pregnant reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x female reader

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venny-the-mha-writer · 6 months

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Dabi x wife reader

Warnings: angst, mention of death, happy ending

It was a normal day for you and your kid yes I said it a kid. He was 5 years old and wanted to be a hero. His father died in a fire which broke your heart in a million pieces. You were only 6 months pregnant at the time happily married with toya. But when you found out about his death you were sad but knew you had to raise your son to become a good person a good hero.

Your son got dressed and waited for you to get down stairs so you could go to school. As you got down stairs you told him.

“You should be getting your quirk soon” you said with excitement

“Do you think I’ll be quirkless” (s/n) said with sadness in his tone

“(S/n) even if you were quirkless I will still always love you no matter what. Now come on I got to get you to school”

As you walked to your car you see someone with a dark hoodie on and scars under his eye. You didn’t think much of it and put your kid in his car seat and drove off.

You have arrived at the school and got your son out the car and walked him to his class.

“Bye (s/n) see you later be good” you said as you were kissing his cheeks.

“Ok mom love you” he said while kissing you back.

“Love you too”

As you waved goodbye you head to your car. A little while later you have arrived at your work. After toya’s death endeavor offered you a job on one condition you let him see his grandkid. Of course you agreed because you really needed a job.

*time skip brought to you by me slapping tf out of monoma* (sorry if I didn’t spell his name correctly)

You were at your desk typing when suddenly you got a phone call from the school.

“Hello?”

“Hi is this (y/n)”

“This is she”

“Hi this is the police at the school to inform you there was an attack mostly from the LOV we ask of you to come down to the school to pick up your kid”

“Ok I’m one my way” you said with a scared tone.

When driving all you could think of was your son. When you arrived to the school your son ran over to you and jumped in your arms. You asked him if he was ok and thank goodness he was ok.

You decide to go to the park and let him play. It was starting to get dark when you were walking home you passed by an alleyway and all of a sudden a portal had sucked you and your son in.

You landed on the ground with a thud but quickly recovered and looked around. You look like you were in a bar but you quickly brushed that off an looked around for your son. You look up and saw your son in the arms of a man he had scars on almost his entire body. He was trying to get your son to stop crying.

Before you could say anything you realized you were tied up to a chair. Everyone left the room and a dude with a mask and a hat took your son with him. You scream for them not to take him but it was too late. You looked up a the man with scars and said.

“who are you what do you want with us” you said with anger in your tone

“For now call me Dabi until you figure out who I am”

“Dabi what did you do with my son” you yelled

“Calm down he’s eating ice cream”

“Its been awhile babe”

“Babe don’t call me that you don’t know who I am”

“Don’t you have a husband named toya”

“How do you-“

“Let’s just say I am him”

“Your lying he died when I was 6 months pregnant”

“Did they find the body?”

“No”

“Then he isn’t dead. There’s a ring on my finger with you name engraved on it”

You look at the ring on his finger and indeed saw your name on it the same ring you gave him on your wedding day.

“So your”

“So I’m”

“Toya” you both said the the same time.

“H-how I thought you died”

“I was threatened that they would kill you if I didn’t join them so I had no choice” he said while untying you

You quickly got up and jumped on him to kiss him. Your son saw this and made gagging noises. “Mom why are you kissing that man”

You giggled and told him everything. He stood there in shock.

“So he’s my dad”

“Yep kiddo I’m your father” Toya said while crouching down to give him a hug.

…3 years later…

You and Dabi where eating breakfast when 2 kids came out the room asking if they could watch a movie with you. you guys agreed on the movie shrek.

You looked around and realized how amazing your family is. Toya rested his hand on your swollen stomach and kissed it. You had a handsome husband beautiful kids and lived a happy life.

Sorry kind of rushed at the end but I’ll fix it soon so say tuned.

Have any questions? Ask me anything🥰

#mha fanfiction #mha x reader #mha dabi #mha Dabi x reader #mha

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allemantheias · 4 months

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Parent triangle. Part 6.

Drunk, homophobic father.

LINKS ARE BORKED, REDOING LATER! Word count: 2622. Warnings can be found in part 1. Read Parent triangle on AO3.

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I'm packing the last of my stuff in crates and boxes, I'm moving in with Alejandro and Rodolfo at the end of the week, when I hear a knock on the door. I push myself up with the help of one of the wooden poles at the corners of the bed frame, have a hard time getting up from sitting on the floor on my own now my babybelly is getting more pronounced. I'm getting pretty round at five months, can't be missed anymore by people who don't know. And there is no way to hide it since it's August, the middle of the summer. I'm dressed accordingly, in a thin shirt and sweatpants that reach above my knees. The silhouette of my dad is visible through the opaque glass of the front door. What's he doing here? Shit, he doesn't know that I'm pregnant! There is no way to hide it!

"Lauren, I can see you. Open the fucking door!" Of course, he's drunk. What a pleasure. Reluctantly I open the door a bit, hide my body behind the part that's not see-through. The stench of alcohol creeps up my nose, makes me nauseous.

"Who let you into the building?" The main door into the building can only be opened by a key or by a button inside an apartment.

He doesn't care what I say and barges in. Makes me step aside from the force he uses to open the door. His eyes instantly fixate on my stomach. "Spreading your legs for two gay guys and even getting knocked up by them? I've always pictured you as a whore. I'm happy the suspicions I've had all these years were correct." He hits me in my face, burns his handprint on my cheek.

"You should have raised me better, then." I bark back, earning myself another imprint on the same spot. "I hate you! You were never a dad to me! Leave and never show your face again!"

"I'm not going anywhere." He closes the door behind him and pushes past me to the kitchen.

"I said leave!" I see him rummage through the drawers and he takes out the biggest knife I own. My heart rate goes wild.

"Sweetheart, let me help you by cutting it out of you." He runs his finger on the sharp edge. "Perfect. Now be the good daughter I deserve and let me have some fun before I remove that abomination, run away and hide."

As fast as my legs can move, I run into my bedroom and lock the door after it closes with a smack. This flimsy lock won't hold for long if my dad tries to force it open. I grab my phone and call my mom. She's not picking up. "Fuck!" Heavy footsteps make their way through the hallway, stop in front of my bedroom door. The knife's blade clangs against the metal door handle.

"Darling, I'll make it quick and easy because I love you."

Rudy is the first one I find in my recent calls and I call him. He will know how to handle the situation. "Hey Lau, what's-"

I cut him off. "My dad's in my house threatening me with a knife. He's drunk. I'm scared!" I hear him curse, then other people asking him something and the static of their radios. Fuck, he's on the field and not at base?

"Alejandro, get your ass to Lauren's ASAP, her father's trying to attack her. He's drunk."

Loud bangs on the door scare me and I yell. "I'm done playing with you. Get out of your room, whore!" My dad punches his fists against the door again.

"Lauren, are you okay?" Rudy asks worried, heard the noise too. And my scream.

"For now. I locked myself in my bedroom."

"Thank god." He sighs. "Push your bed in front of the door. I know it's bad for the baby to push something so heavy, but I need you to survive." I get off my bed and take a second to think about how this will affect the baby. I haven't done much exercise lately, my energy has been too low since two months. My bed is on the opposite side of the room, and it's a two-person bed. I put my phone on speaker on the mattress and breathe in. I groan while pushing the frame with every bit of strength that I have. I'm stronger than this! "Alejandro is on his way, princesa. Stay on the phone with me, okay?" The door creaks after getting hit with a blunt object and I stop moving the bed, wait for what's to come.

"I'll be right back, honey."

Nothing happens for ten seconds and I grunt when I push the bed again.

"Come on, amor (love), you can do this." Rudy motivates me to keep going. I can do this! I'm not weak! It's only a few more decimetres. I give it everything I have in me and succeed in reaching the door, rest my upper body on the bed in exhaustion, while sitting on the floor next to it.

"I did it." I catch my breath for a bit and try to listen in to what my dad is doing in the storage closet. I only hear rumbling and the opening of boxes and containers. He's searching for something he can open the door with!

"She's in her bedroom, she barricaded herself inside." Rodolfo explains to Alejandro on his radio. "They're going inside now, Lauren." My heart jumps when I hear heavy footsteps coming from the front door. That has to be Alejandro! "What stupid skank believes two gay guys can protect her?" My dad yells, is clearly mad.

"Says her father with a knife in his hand, he tried to use on his daughter who he just called a skank." Alejandro laughs at him. "You know we're special forces. We'll protect her better than you ever would. And could." "Are you sure about that? Who's gonna protect her when you're dead?"

"Gun! He has a gun!" Someone else yells out. Three gunshots are heard from the kitchen, the deafening sound sends shivers across my spine. My dad had a gun on him? I didn't know! Is Alejandro okay? Did he get hit? Is he alive? What about the other people that are inside? I have to see what just happened! I pull my bed away from the door and unlock it.

"Lauren, no! Stop! Don't get out of your room!" Rudy tries to keep me safe. I can't listen and open the door, look around the corner. "Lauren? ¡Maldita sea! (Damnit!) Fuck!" I hear him yell from my phone. "At least take your phone with you!" I grab my phone and make my way to the living room silently. Soap! Kyle! They are here too? Why are they here again? When did they arrive? Kyle gestures to me to stop moving and keep quiet. I look around and see a trail of blood on the floor. My eyes follow where the trail leads and I see Alejandro lying on the floor, behind the half wall next to the couch. He's awake!

"Alejandro!" I can't hold back the shock from seeing him hurt. "Rudy, Alejandro's hurt!" I cry.

"¡Mierda (Shit) Lauren, get back to your room! That's an order!" Rudy tries his hardest to get me to a safe place.

"Fine!" Before I can walk away, my dad pops up from the kitchen and hits me in my stomach with an object. Everything goes blurry. Wails of pain leave my mouth and I wrap my arms around my belly. The baby!

"Lau, what happened? Talk to me."

"The poor girl can't talk right now." My dad kicks away my phone, which I dropped from the pain, and hits me in the head with the gun he's holding, making me blackout. "Lauren, wake up." Soap's voice lets me open my eyes. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"My head hurts." I whisper.

"Yeah, your father got you good." He places a cold, wet cloth on my head, on the painful spot. I remember my dad hitting my stomach and gunbutting me in the head.

"Lauren!" Rodolfo rushes into my bedroom and kneels down next to my bed. "Mi amor (My love), don't ever scare me like that again." His words make me cry. I got myself and our baby in danger! And Alejandro and the others too because I didn't know my dad had a gun.

"What happened to my dad?"

"He got shot a few times and we arrested him when he dropped his weapon after he got shot in his arm." Soap tells me.

"Oh, he's still alive?" I wouldn't have cared if my dad died. The asshole tried to kill me and my baby! And Alejandro!

"Alejandro is off worse than him." Rodolfo scoffs.

"Where is he?" I get up, but get pushed down again by Soap, who sits next to me on my bed.

"Stay down, you may have a concussion." He removes his hand from my shoulder. "He's in the living room, getting stabilized before the paramedics can move him."

"I need to see him." I beg.

Rudy pinches the bridge of his nose and gives in. "Por favor, mi amor (Please, my love), be careful." Both men help me up and Rudy supports me. I whimper from the pain in my stomach when we move. What if the baby isn't okay? "¿Estás bien? ¿Dónde le duele? (Are you okay? Where does it hurt?)"

"Stomach, my dad hit me." I see the anguish in his eyes when I look up to him. He doesn't need words to tell me what's on his mind. Our baby's health. "Ale!" I see him in the living room, on a gurney and rush towards him, almost tripping because of the pain in my stomach.

"It's okay, doll. I've been through much worse." Alejandro grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him.

"I almost got you killed because I didn't know he had a gun on him!" I cry in his arms. "Where did he get you?" There is so much blood on him and in the living room, preventing me from seeing how badly he's hurt.

"Just my arm and shoulder. The one somewhere in my abdomen hurts like a bitch. But I'll be fine, cariño (darling)." He grunts from the pain as he pulls me in tighter. Rodolfo rests his hand on my shoulder to let me know I need to step back and Alejandro lets me go. The paramedics move him out of my apartment and Rudy wraps his arms around me while we look at them, tells me we'll go to the hospital soon. Our baby and my head need a check-up too, after everything that happened this afternoon.

"Let's get you to the hospital too." Rudy helps me sit on the couch while I look out of the window, watch the ambulance drive away. "Got your bag, babygirl." He puts my bag on his shoulder and supports me with the other side of his body, walks me outside. Thank god the building has an elevator.

"Ghost!" I'm happy to see he's here too. He's holding his sniper. "Where were you?"

"A building across the street to assist, just in case a heavy hit was needed." With that he means killing my dad before he could badly hurt someone. I look up at my apartment and see the window wide open. They did that to not break the glass in case Ghost had to shoot, I assume. "I got the car keys, Rudy. We'll make our way back to base after the police are done investigating and we closed up." Ghost lays his hand on my shoulder for a second and walks inside the building.

"Let's go, sweetheart."

On our way to the hospital I call my mom again, this time she picks up and I tell her what happened. Why dad hit me in my stomach and head, and that he shot Alejandro multiple times. "Don't worry, princesa. He's been through worse." Rudy assures me.

"He's been in there for hours and no one is updating us." I stare at the doors in front of me, which lead to the section with operating rooms. Tears stream down my face.

"El único que puede matar a Alejandro es Alejandro." He hugs me, tries to calm me down.

"What does that mean?" I dry my face, only for new tears to fall down immediately after.

"The only thing that can kill Alejandro, is Alejandro." Rudy's translation makes me smile through the tears because nothing is truer, Alejandro has been through the worst shit imaginable. It's a miracle he's still alive. Rudy too. They both have a plethora of scars to prove it. "Mi amor (My love), sit down. You need to rest, for your head and our baby." I listen to him this time. Our baby is okay, got protected from my dad's hit because of the amniotic fluid. I got out with a light concussion and have to rest for a week, after which I need another check-up. I sit down next to Rodolfo and put my head on his shoulder. The wait is tedious.

An hour later a nurse let us know the surgery went well and that Alejandro needs to stay for the rest of the night and part of the day tomorrow. It may be longer if there are complications, they need to check for internal bleeding multiple times throughout the night and morning. They keep him asleep for the rest of the night and will wake him up in the early morning. We're visiting him tomorrow when visiting hours start, at one in the afternoon. Hopefully we can take him home with us too when visiting hours end. My mom visited in the early evening and asked me how my hospital check-ups went and how I felt after everything that happened today. She said she was kind of glad dad got arrested, his abuse while drunk got worse the past few months and she was too scared to divorce him. She will now, luckily. Dad will be in jail for a few years anyway, for attempted murder of a Special Forces soldier and assaulting me. The trial will begin as soon as the reports on him are ready. Rodolfo and Price need statements from everyone that was present. "Princesa, you really need to rest now." Rodolfo enters the kitchen, where I'm drinking a cup of warm milk.

"I can't sleep. I'm too worried."

"The worst is over, Alejandro will be fine from now on."

"What if an internal bleeding happens?" There is still a risk that he won't make it and it terrifies me. "What if they check on him too late?"

"They'll call me when anything happens. Don't think about it too much, everything is going well as long as they're not calling." Rudy tries to reassure me everything will be okay. I can't fully believe it and can't take my mind off of it. "Come to bed with me, mi corazón (my heart)." He waits for me to put my cup on the counter and I take his hand after. He leads me upstairs and gets ready for bed in the bathroom. I crawl into bed and feel Rudy hug me a few minutes later. "Tranquilo amor (Relax love), everything is okay." He tells me again. I'm finally able to fall asleep with his arms around me and his body tightly pushed against mine. It feels good to be safe again. Today was horrifying. Not only because I could have died, with our baby, but Alejandro, Soap and Kyle too.

#alejandro vargas x original female character #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x you #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #rodolfo parra x reader #rodolfo parra x you #rodolfo parra x original female character #parent triangle #allemantheias #mangomikamochamuffin #alerudy

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dear-ao3 · 2 years

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the saga of saphs terrible, horrible internet

so my friends and fellow romans, as some of you may know, i am currently at home while i wait to go galavant off to the other side of the globe for my study abroad. being at home presents a great many challenges that i will not get into at this time, but the top one is the internet connection.

now i am the proud owner of a 2017 macbook and an iphone se. the macbook was bought refurbished 3.5 years ago and the phone was bought new last august when my iphone 6s finally crapped out 2 weeks into junior year of college. i take....decent care of my electronics. and, this is an important detail here, the phone has an unlimited data plan.

i have never had a problem with this phone. it works great, occasionally it buffers in certain spots on campus that are kind of dead zones due to the buildings being massive blocks of concrete, but it always works, even despite the shitty school wifi i have because i can turn the wifi off and use data. the computer hates the wifi a little more, but i can still usually get it to work with minimal issues.

until now *cue dramatic music*

i have to be at home (my parents house) for a grand total of 18 days. which is not very long. and while at home i had some stuff to do, all of which required me to have an internet connection (fighting the financial aid office, talking to brad, researching grad school, purchasing textbooks, buying the last couple things i need for my trip, etc). i have also had to be in quarantine (long story) so essentially i have been confined to my room.

the internet has always been a little bit meh in my room, with certain spots not working the best (due to the fact that i am furthest from the router) but this is the same room that i took zoom classes from for 2.5 semesters, plus a summer class and a j term class with 0 issues, so i was confident i could make it work.

well. i was wrong.

the first two days went fairly normally. but then, a steady and rapid decrease in internet quality began.

and yes, i am aware that me complaining about internet quality is a very first world problem, but i am stuck in a house with my parents and it is miserable and i just want to facetime brad.

on day three i became unable to send a text message unless i was connected to wifi.

on day 4 i could only connect to wifi if i was standing in one specific spot in my bedroom and even then it didnt always work and would usually drop off by the time i walked back across the room

on day 5 facetime stopped working

on day 6 even standing directly next to the router didnt do anything and plugging into our sole ethernet cable only provided me with mediocre internet

on day 7 i had a mental breakdown and watched youtube all day at 144p complete with buffering that added a good 10-20 minutes to any video.

on day 8 i told my dad that in my deeply unprofessional opinion something is deeply wrong with our router and he said well its just cause your room is far away from it

on day 9 (today) i walked downstairs to get my up of tea in my big christmas tree mug and my dad said "our internet is being very slow, i am going to have to look into it"

wait

you mean

to tell me

that the internet

isnt working?

golly goodness gosh

i didnt know

its not like it took 3 minutes for the blank post im writing right now to load and 30 minutes for a 10 minute youtube video to load and that i get kicked off the wifi if i so much as tilt my phone slightly to the left

its a miracle i havent gone insane yet i swear

#not a tag #from saph #so in case youre all wondering why i havent posted things its because i cant get the internet to work #i know that this is a very first world problem but i just want to talk to brad

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thewritingofspencerrose · 10 months

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Freefall Masterlist

Family Basics

"So," I can't help but begin, glancing down at the coffee in my hands, fidgeting with the mug handle.

"Yes?" Is his response, and it's in the surety of it that I recall just how much older he is than I am. And while 6 years isn't a lot, it makes me uncomfortable to sit here, his confidence a reminder that he is more experienced in life.

"Oh nothing, I was just hoping you'd have somewhere to start so we aren't just sitting here with coffee just for a photo."

"I was hoping you would start," Is his response, making me look up and meet the green eyes that are gazing into my own. "Most that you would need to know about me can be found online."

The man makes a good point.

Damn it.

"Uh, I can't say I know where to start, I usually avoid talking about myself to the best of my ability," I explain, him nodding along.

"Just begin with the basics. What's your middle name? Your birthday? Do you have family?" Charles prompts, and for the first time today I'm grateful that out of the other drivers in F1 who's team could have come up with this.

"My middle name is Elise. Lynnleigh Elise Earnhardt," Is the first prompt I answer, bringing a smile to his face.

"That's a gorgeous name for a gorgeous woman," He compliments, and I can't help but blush, despite knowing it's a show for the women at the table a few from ours.

"You have a million middle names, don't you? I feel like Logan has joked about it before."

"What is a man that doesn't know what a kilometer is doing making fun of my middle name?" He laughs, and laugh along, because what is Lo doing? "But yes, my full name is Charles Marc Herve Perceval Leclerc."

"Why so many?"

"You'll just have to ask my mother," Charles quips, and the mere comment makes my pulse race. I'm going to have to meet his mother. His brothers.

More terrifying, he's going to have to meet my parents. My brothers.

"Do you have family outside your father?" He asks next, an easy slide from his previous comment, even if he'll regret asking it. "Should I be concerned by the look on your face?"

"Can you fight?" I ask, and he immediately starts laughing, although that quickly ends when he realizes I'm serious.

"Why would I need to fight?" He asks, eyes wide and almost comical, if I wasn't serious.

"I'm the youngest of 4 siblings, the three others being my half brothers that were born before my mom and dad dated," I begin, him nodding for me to continue, coffee cup held to his mouth. "My mom's name is Victoria Hamlin, and she was married at 17 and had my eldest brother Marcus that year, he's 28 now, a lawyer, married to Amanda and they have my two nieces Amelia and Isabelle."

"Should I be taking notes?" He asks, acting as though he's pulling out his phone to take said notes.

"Not unless you want to. You'll probably only end up meeting my parents and maybe a brother or two. But for your sake, I do hope it's Marcus," I assure, although I'm ringing my fingers.

"What about your other brothers makes them so frightening?" Charles asks, and he seems as though he's becoming more comfortable in the idea of these oh so terrifying men.

A mistake on his part.

"Alexander and William, they're twins, 26 at this point, Alex being a cop and Will a firefighter, and both take pride in being muscled idiots who threaten my past boyfriends," I explain, him suddenly getting my point. "They're actually very sweet, all of my brothers are, they're just incredibly protective of me."

"I'm the same way with my brother Arthur," He assures, the idea of him being protective making me smile.

"Sounds as though Arthur and I will get on well," I can't help but laugh. "It takes a certain type of person to survive being the younger sibling."

"Oh I'm sure," He laughs, and it's now that our phones ping in sync, just as I feel myself truly getting comfortable.

Glancing down at the groupchat we've been added to, I know we're going to be thrown into this a hell of a lot faster than either of us expected. We were supposed to get a "soft launch period". Now, the whole world has an assumption we're together.

Prianka the Press Lady : Think you two are a little too convincing. A person just posted this twitter thread on why your body language reads, and I quote, "fucking in private"

Prianka the Press Lady: We're going to play this to our advantage though. As though you're just friends and these are rumors.

Prianka the Press Lady: Let the games begin.

#original character #the writing of spencer rose #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x oc #earnhardt oc #formula 1 #fake dating

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damn-stark · 1 year

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Chapter 3 All for love

Chapter 3 of Moon Star

A/N- I hope you guys like this chapter

Warning- Violence, blood and weapons, angst, fluff, Khonshu, cliff ending

Pairing- Marc Spector x daughter!reader

Episode- 1x04 & (part of) 1x06

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*6 YEARS AGO*

“Marc! Where have you been! I’ve been calling all day! I don’t—”

“Dad,” Marc cuts his father off and his bottom lip trembles as his eyes once again fill with tears again. “It’s…” his words trail since he can’t manage to even repeat what he witnessed, who he lost.

“Marc?” Elias asks softly. “What’s wrong? Is y/n okay? Your mother wants to talk to her.”

Marc drops his head and looks at his hand that was now clean of the dust that had covered his hand just last night. He then clenches it into a fist as he’s bombarded with the memory of you turning to dust in his arms.

“Y/N,” Marc stammers. “She…” he sniffles and can’t hold back his tears. “She’s gone. I couldn’t save her. I couldn’t—she just disappeared in my arms.”

There's nothing but silence from his dad, but in the background he can hear his mother, crying and screaming, again. And he couldn’t handle it, hearing her, it reminded him of the past, filled him with too many bad memories.

“I’m sorry,” Marc quickly says before he ends the call.

——

*NOW.*

“We can’t lose more time,” Layla breaks the long silence that had built over time. “Harrow must be headed back to the tomb.”

You pull your earphones off and let them hang over your shirt.

“Look, if he is,” Layla continues. “We’re gonna need Marc, yeah?” She tells Steven, who is now sitting up front after sitting back with you until dawn.

There’s a brief silence before Steven just blurts, “no.”

You furrow your eyebrows and Layla answers for you. “No?”

“No, see the thing is, we made a deal, Marc and I,” Steven explains and piques your interest. “That when he was done with Khonshu, he would disappear for good.”

What?

Marc decided that? He decided that and didn’t bother to even fix things, or say anything about this plan? Not even a goodbye? He just wants to leave…again?

“You guys made a deal?” Layla questions, and you grab the two front seats to pull yourself forward between her and Steven.

“That he would just disappear from our life?” Layla continues and points at you and herself. “And you didn’t think that maybe we should’ve been made aware of that?”

Steven glances back before looking ahead and saying, “oh.” He turns his head and looks between Layla and you. “Well, hadn't he disappeared from your lives already?”

True, but….it wasn’t the same. Before there was still a chance to see him again, now with this “deal”, it doesn’t seem plausible.

Regardless, Layla nods. “Yeah, I mean, whatever. His suit was his best feature, wasn't it? Didn’t even have that anymore. Plus, I know him. He’d wanna lone wolf this whole thing.”

You hum in agreement and faintly smirk. “And that’s not happening,” you add. “We’re not gonna do that. I mean we’ve come all this way.”

Steven nods. “We are not,” he says, “it’s just the three of us. The pack, and the open road.”

You immediately look over at him and snort at his comment.

It’s not bad, it’s just funny that’s all.

“What?” Steven questions you with a nervous laugh.

You sit back as you notice you’re approaching your destination and shake your head as you reassure him. “Nothing man…just funny. You’re funny.”

Steven laughs more and parts his lips to add something else, but Layla then comes to a harsh stop Steven doesn’t expect and jerks forward.

“We’re gonna go on foot from here,” Layla lets him know and puts on the handbrake before opening the door and getting off.

“Yeah, all right,” he mutters.

You sigh and grab your backpack off the seat before getting off and facing the amazing landscape that’s ahead of you, feeling the morning sun already burning your skin.

You put your hood over your head as you wait for Layla and Steven to get ready, and just check your phone one last time in a desperate hope you’d get some service. But nothing.

“Waiting on a response from your spider friend?” Layla teases as she passes you by.

You roll your eyes but can’t help but smile faintly before you set off after her. “No,” you partially lie. “Just wondering why in the 5 years half of humanity was gone, no one invented better cell towers….maybe I need to invent…” you trail off and Steven questions the previous comment in concern.

“Spider friend?”

You hum and fall behind to walk alongside him. “He’s a…hero kind of person that goes by Spider-Man because he has spider-like powers.”

Steven's eyes widen and he quickly retorts. “Does he shoot webs out of his…” he pauses points behind him. “Out of his butt?”

You snicker and shake your head. “No, out of his wrist with this gadget. That’d be funny though, imagine,” you chuckle.

Stevens' frightened face falls and he breathes out in relief, “Oh—wait like Night-Monkey?”

You furrow your eyebrows and look over at him. “Who?” You question.

“Well on this side of the pond there was this hero type person who saved a bunch of people from monsters and he used webs to swing so the media called him Night-Monkey.”

You hum. “Really? That’s…” you hum. “That’s cool. I’ll have to look him up.”

“Come on, you two,” Layla shouts over her shoulder. “Faster or they’ll beat us to the tomb.”

Once again you catch up to Layla. You continue to walk through miles of sand, through huge rock formations, past a random goat on an archway. You walk under the sun that gets hotter, past cave openings, and up steep rock formations until finally you reach an abandoned camp left behind by Harrow and his followers.

“Let’s check for supplies,” Layla comments, and you both break away from Steven to try and collect supplies like flashlights, matches and stranded bullets.

There wasn’t much to use, most of the useful stuff seemed to have been taken, and or nothing here was useful or valuable enough whatsoever. So as far as collecting goes, there was nothing to collect but….sand…silence, and thoughts.

Most of those thoughts of course were about the man in your company. As the silence roamed, and you searched all your mind could drift to was how Layla could smile at him so sweetly, how she could…just be around him without thinking about Marc, without being furious.

There were moments in time that it was plausible for you, that that anger fell as you heard Stevens' accent and heard his comments, just like a bit ago in the car, but that anger was quick to return.

You wanted to ask her, you kept staying closer to her as you worked up the courage, but you were slightly afraid Steven would walk in at any moment, so you stay quiet and continue to look through the tent.

Albeit, Layla could see through you, over this past year of traveling and collecting stuff together, she quickly knew how to read you. You were easier to read than Marc, for that she was grateful.

“What is it?” She probes, startling you.

“Hm?” You hum and pretend you don’t know what she’s talking about. You keep looking through stuff and wander away from her, causing her to follow you.

“You need to say something, spill it,” she keeps pushing.

You stay quiet and unroll a map to pretend to be interested in whatever it contained. “I…nope.”

Layla groans and walks to you to pull the map away from your hands, “spill, now.”

You hold her gaze for a second before you sigh deeply and drop your head. “How…” you pause and bite the inside of your cheek first before looking up at her and continuing. “How do you do it? How is it so easy for you to differentiate them?”

Layla blinks and drops her head to huff out slowly before facing you and helping you as best as she could. “It’s not easy. It wasn’t. But Marc is dealing with something different, something we have to learn to understand. Steven isn’t Marc. And Marc isn’t Steven.”

“Obviously,” you grumble before you step back and turn to face nothing in particular, you just need to gather your thoughts. “I just…don’t know how to be where you are. I look at him and…all I feel is anger. Sadness.” You rub your bottom lip and shake your head.

“It’s understandable,” Layla assures you and steps towards you. “We’re all different. Just…don’t take your anger out on Steven. It’s not his fault.”

You drop your hand from your mouth and grab a random lighter whilst you make your chest rise as you draw in a deep breath. “I know,” you breathe out.

“Take your time, okay?” Layla continues, and you feel her hand on your shoulder. “Now come on. Let’s get in that cave.”

You stuff the lighter in your pocket and turn with her to head out of the tent and meet up with Steven. After that you proceed to head to a different entryway to the cave; one that makes you gear up to climb down.

“I have to say, I feel like I’ve been waiting for this my whole life,” Steven comments while Layla helps put his gear on, making you slowly slide your eyes over in slight disgust over the way they were positioned.

“The adventure, I mean,” Steven corrects himself.

Layla stands up and nods. “I know,” she whispers. “We want what we never had.”

“Yeah.”

“You smell like him,” Layla comments, causing you to side eye her over your shoulder.

“I mean,” Layla continues, whilst as you strap the last thing you need—“Why wouldn’t you, right?”

“Yeah,” Steven whispers.

They both then fall silent, and as you look back you see Layla leaning in.

She…oh!

She’s doing such a terrible job at separating Marc and Steven.

“Marc’s trying to protect you from Khonshu,” Steven interrupts Layla before they could kiss. “Both of you.”

You turn around quickly and retort, “what?”

Stevens' eyes drift to you and he continues. “That’s why he’s been pushing the both of you away. H-he thinks Khonshu wants you for his Avatar, either one of you, and he won’t let that happen…”

You furrow your eyebrows deeper and scowl.

“It’s all right,” he continues. “I just felt like you both should know that.”

Layla sighs, and you stare at the ground in frustration and disbelief.

So…Harrow was right? Steven wouldn’t lie…at least you don’t think so.

“Sorry,” Steven adds.

“Why are you telling us this now?” Layla asks for the both of you.

You look up and see Steven shake his head before he responds, “I don’t know. I just thought you deserved to know.”

“Well,” you sigh and head towards the opening. “It wasn’t his call to make, was it?”

“I don’t need protection,” Layla interjects for herself. “What I need is honesty.”

“Yeah,” Steven says. “I get that.”

“That’s more of a you thing, isn’t it?”

You hook youself to the rope and adjust it a bit while you catch Steven’s stammering comment. “What? being…honesty?”

Being honesty?

You snicker to yourself and miss Layla's comment as you climb down into the cave.

The moment your feet hit the sandy ground you quickly rip off the hooks, and turn your flashlight on before spinning around to face ancient carvings on the walls.

“Wow,” you murmur and pull your camera out to take pictures, all while you hear a soft thud hit the ground.

“Y/N,” you recognize Layla’s voice. “I’ve told you that you needed to wait.”

You step back and mindlessly answer, “uh-huh,” as you take more pictures.

Layla unhooks herself, and before long you hear her approach the carvings as well. As you put your camera down you hear the sound of Steven screaming before he suddenly hits the ground.

Both Layla and you look back, and you see Steven had landed face first.

“Are you okay?” Layla asks as she approaches him.

You snicker.

“I’m aces. Yeah,” he groans.

You stifle your laugh and steal one picture of Steven on the ground.

He lifts his head as the flash goes off and whispers, “memories, yay.”

You smirk and turn away since Layla was helping him up.

“Here you go.”

“Ahem,” Steven clears his throat. “I wish you hadn’t seen that.”

You walk further into the cave and gently brush your fingers along the wall, feeling particles of sand fall off.

“Oh, wow, look at you,” you hear Steven mutter.

“Oh, yeah,” Layla breathes out. “There’s…gorgeous aren't they? They’re just, like…been standing guard for centuries.”

“Right?” Steven says in excitement, whilst you stop to just admire everything on the walls. All of it, every single thing here has been here for so long and still untouched by man. That’s crazy.

“Look, I-I can’t even…so, if they just sprang to life right now and asked me a riddle for passage, I’d be thrilled,” Steven continues. “I’d shit myself but I’d be thrilled.”

You nod along in agreement and lift your camera to continue taking more pictures. “That would be awesome, and I mean,” you add, “it’s totally possible considering all…that’s happened.”

Gods, heroes, crazy ice monuments coming out of the water, aliens, killer robots…etc.

“What’s this?” Steven asks, causing you to turn around to look back at him—“Did any of you do that?” He asks.

You walk over and see the writing on the sand and instantly know that it was Layla who wrote it.

“What?” Layla retorts and looks back to what Steven is pointing out. “Oh. Yeah. It’s for my father. He would’ve loved to be here.”

You sigh quietly and return to your previous spot while Steven comments. “Oh, yeah? Big history buff, is he?”

“Oh, so much worse. Archaeologist on a mission.” Layla then walks up beside you and Steven follows

“And to him it was a dream worth dying for,” Layla continues to tell. “And he did.”

“I'm so sorry,” Steven says softly.

You peek over at them and slightly narrow your gaze before continuing to walk further away so as to avoid their conversation.

And much to your fascination you actually end up turning into some dark eerie hall or maze thing. “Hey!” You exclaim to catch the attention of the pair fallen behind. “Come over here!”

The sound of footsteps echoes louder and louder until you see their flashlights pointing at the walls.

“It’s a maze,” you point out. “I think.”

“It’s a-maze-ing,” Steven chuckles, causing you to slowly look over at him and slightly squint your gaze as you decide whether to laugh with him, or at him.

Maybe both.

“Get it?” He directs at you as he catches your gaze.

You lift your brow and nod slowly as you begin to smile. “Yeah, man, I get it. Funny.”

“No, like, there are six paths,” Layla points out.

Steven nods. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Steven whispers.

“Right,” you nod. “Six points. Right?”

“What could they be shooting at?” Layla asks, making you snap your head to the side and catching her lifting a bullet.

“Mummies?” You suggest and hope it’s a joke. “Unless they’re shooting at each other.”

Layla looks back, and her eyes snap behind you. When you look, you see Steven write down something on the sand, as you get closer to see you catch that he drew the Eye of Horus.

“This whole structure,” he comments and continues to draw a swirl from the eye. “Is a symbol.”

You scoff softly and can’t help but smirk out of pride.

“That’s the eye of Horus,” Layla says.

“Yeah,” Steven agrees before he points at the drawing with his flashlight. “Look at that.”

As you look up you see the drawing reflect on the ceiling.

“What.” You add in awe. “That’s amazing.”

“Right?”

“It’s the royal symbol, protection in the afterlife,” Steven explains.

“I mean,” Layla chimes in. “Like, the resources needed to build this thing. Her final Avatar was a pharaoh.”

You smile and nod in agreement as you piece it together too.

“Whoa! A bloody pharaoh,” Steven interjects excitedly.

“So what?” You question and share the same excitement. “You guys think it’s a map?”

“Yeah, well,” Steven answers. “Right. So, the eye of Horus is also the eye of the mind, yeah?”

You hum in agreement.

“Representing the six senses,” he continues. “Six points. So you got the eyebrow that denotes thoughts,” he points out. “Pupil, sight, obviously. This point here,” he points to the inner corner of the eye. “Is, uh, hearing. Smell, touch. And this long line ending in a spiral is the tongue.” He pronunciates the last bit.

You scoff and step back, whilst Layla adds, “the Avatar would be Ammit’s voice.”

Steven lingers in silence for a brief second as he just stares at Layla. “That’s right,” he then agrees before you all look to the path that’s beside you.

As you walk down it, the three of you end up in a different room that seems to be like graves.

“Oh, Heka priests,” Layla points out as she lifts her light to point at the paintings on the upper wall. “Judging by their masks and ceremonial stance. They would have been entombed here to protect the pharaoh.”

You look down and look at the corpses before you.

“The heck’s a Heka?” Steven asks.

“Sorcerers of their time,” you explain. “They seem to have been down here for centuries. And these must be some of the unlucky souls who crossed their path. Cool.”

“Right,” Steven mutters. “That’s an impressive send off.”

You hum and turn, seeing a bloody table. Steven then sees it at the same time and begins to gag.

“Oh, my God. Oh, God. Is that fresh blood?” He asks.

You step closer and catch Layla turn to see as well.

“Isn’t that little chunks of meaty bits?”

You draw in a deep breath and nod. “Yes. It is.”

Layla crouches down and breathes out. “Oh.”

You rush over to her side and see nothing good, just more blood.

“Let’s keep moving. Yeah,” Layla suggest.

Steven and you nod in agreement and begin to walk further inside the cave, but nevertheless, there’s actually a blood trail.

“Um, just a minute,” Steven panics. “Just a minute. I’m just, like, saying what I see, and I see lots of bones and blood going that way. So I’m just thinking, like, what if there’s maybe another…” he trails off and begins to look up. “There’s, like, another…there’s an opening up there. You guys see that?”

You stand on the tip of your toes to try and see what he’s pointing at with his light, and actually manage to catch a small glimpse of an exit.

“Yeah,” Layla agrees.

“Should we check it out?” Steven questions.

You nod. “Yes please.”

“All right.”

“All right,” Layla also chimes in agreement—“you go.”

“Me?” Steven points at himself.

Both Layla and you meet each other's gaze before you look back at Steven and nod in agreement. “Yes.” You repeat it. “You kind of do know a lot.”

“Yeah,” he nods. “All right.” He turns back around. “Yeah.” He proceeds to walk over to the wooden structure to begin climbing over…with some struggle of course.

Once he’s up though he points his light down and lets you both know. “All right, yeah, I did it. I’m up.”

“You good?” Layla asks him.

“Yeah.”

“Go, y/n,” Layla urges.

You look back and tilt your head. “No, you first, I’ll—”

“Go, stop arguing,” she cuts you off.

You let your gaze linger on her for a brief second to challenge her own gaze, but since you know this won’t go anywhere, you just roll your eyes and climb up to join Steven.

“So, according to the ancient texts,” he shares as he points at writing painted on the wall. “Ammit should be bound to an ushabti those statue thingies.”

“Right,” you nod along and turn, only catching cloth hanging down and more materials. Albiet these weren’t all bloody.

“How’s it looking?” Layla asks.

“It’s looking amazing,” Steven geeks out. “I mean, this…it looks like a freshly filled canopic jar, and snake skins. And self-regeneration…”

“Yeah…” you pause and go serious as you think about what he just said.

Fresh?

Nothing should be fresh? Or even be here since Harrow and his goons didn't have time to do all this. No, this….this must be something else.

“I think,” you mutter and look for the other path. “We need to go. Steven.”

“Yeah?”

You point out. “The exit.”

“Yeah,” he whispers and snaps around to walk around until you both find light coming from an exit nearby.

“Yeah, yeah. Yeah, we can go this way,” Steven says.

Yet before Layla could even move, a gunshot echoes in the distance, causing you all to go rigid.

More shots then follow to go off, making chills crawl down your spine now.

“Harrow,” Layla says.

You take a step forward and point at the exit below. “What are they shooting at?” You wander out loud.

“I don’t know,” Layla whispers.

You swallow thickly and snap your eyes to Layla. “Well whatever it is just—” you cut yourself off as you hear a clicking sound.

“Hide, hide,” Steven whisper shouts to Layla before he grabs your wirsts and pulls you back with him to try and keep hidden against the wall as the clicking sound continues.

The sound of something dragging follows before you catch the sound of heavy breathing, and grunting.

You try and see what’s below and how Layla is, so you crouch down and pull Steven with you to crawl forward very slowly. When you can see through the gaps of the wood floor, you instantly feel your breath catch as you see some kind of black figure; like a body of bones…a mummy, holding up some sort of blade. And on the table is a body.

The mummy then proceeds to stab the blade in the body and drags the blade up, ending the man’s life before…before beginning to pull out the man’s guts.

It’s gross and makes you want to gag, but you cover your mouth and watch Layla hidden under the table. She begins to slowly crawl away, making sure to be careful with each step.

Alas when she’s hidden behind the table you hear a thud, and the mummy hears it too and clicks before going to the side Layla is.

It doesn’t see her though, she crawls away. But then in the tense silence the wood creaks beside you as Marc moves. This time the mummy groans before he jumps up to clutch onto the wooden just below you.

You can almost touch its fingers, almost feel its black flesh, and don’t make a sound even if you want to scream from fear. Instead you begin to slowly crawl back as you press your lips together.

The mummy then crawls back, and there in between the cracks of the wood you see it, its eye. It sees you and snaps at you, causing you to jump up and step back towards Steven after he gets startled too.

The mummy then proceeds to jump up the structure, making the both of you gasp. It keeps crawling your way, and you grab Stevens wrist to begin pulling him back with you as you step back and keep an eye on it.

It’s hand then hits the floor you’re on and is about to climb on, but then something breaks nearby, startling both Steven and you, and stealing the mummies attention away.

“Run!” Steven exclaims out. “We’ll find you!”

Steven pulls away from your grasp and shoves the table over the structure to make it drop down.

“I squished it,” Steven mutters at first before he exclaims, “I squished it!”

You run over and see a mess, you try to search for the body but then Steven grabs your wrist and begins pulling you back with him towards the exit.

“That should’ve gotten rid of it,” Steven interjects with hope.

You pull your wrist from his grasp and glance back, hoping Layla was okay, “you hope,” you retort and then look around at your surroundings, noticing just sandy plain walls now.

Steven sighs. “I saw it, trust me, I squished it, besides we have to hope that Layla will meet up with us. Otherwise the alternative is very scary.”

You sigh, “yeah. You’re right.”

“Regardless,” Steven adds. “Getting chased by a mummy is very…exciting. I mean I was shitting myself the entire time but it’s definitely something I won’t forget, ever.”

You smile and nod along in agreement. “That’s true. But maybe what’s scarier is getting chased by a small flock of ducks,” you laugh softly. “My dad and I went to the park one time and we were feeding the ducks. He threw a piece of bread a bit too hard and hit the duck on the head, so it, and it’s friends chased us and bit at our ankles. To this day I cannot get close to a duck anymore.” You sigh and realize until you’re finished that you had told him that story with ease and without getting angry.

Steven glances back at you and smiles softly. “That is scary. Because I mean you can’t really kill those ducks, you just have to hope they’ll leave you alone.”

You scoff in amusement and nod. “Yeah. Exactly, they’re evil.”

However, now that he holds your gaze, as you look into his deep brown eyes your anger returns, no matter how hard you try to separate them from one another.

“So,” he continues and looks back ahead without realizing your tension that begins to sprout again. “Is there, like, any ex I should be worried about. More kids I don’t know about who will come and snap at me?”

You swallow thickly and shake your head. “No. No ex, she made Marc pick, give me to adoption the moment I was born, or take care of me as a single dad. He obviously chose to keep me. And,” you breathe out slowly. “No siblings, I am happily an only child. More attention that way.” You smirk softly.

Steven nods. “Good. Good, that’s good because Can you imagine, like, more of Marc juniors, that would be very, very scary.”

You huff out and slowly begin to lose your smile. “You. Are there any more people I should meet in there? Because sometimes I get these really weird calls…no one talks, it’s just silence the entire time.”

Steven glances back at you all perplexed and shakes his head. “No. At least…I don’t think so. But you should really maybe talk to the police about that.”

For some reason there’s a bit of disappointment when he denies your theory. But maybe it was Marc. At least that’s who you always suspected. Maybe it is him?

Or some weirdo stalker.

“You know….” Steven continues to ramble, but this time you aren’t as intrigued, not with that lingering memory.

“I’m sorry,” you cut him off and stop in your tracks.

Steven stops and slowly turns around in confusion. “For what?” He queries.

You avert your gaze and draw in a deep breath as you furrow your eyebrows and bite the inside of your cheek. “I,” you breathe out. “I can’t be where you are. I look at you and all I see is him. All I feel is anger for what he’s done, for ignoring me then and now! I’m angry, and everytime I look at you I just….” You let out a shaky breath and turn away to cover your eyes so you can hide the tears that threatened to fall.

“I just…can’t believe he’d chose to leave…again,” you continue in a quivering voice. “And all for what? For a God that doesn’t have control of his life anymore.”

“It’s more because of a…no, that doesn’t matter now,” Steven interjects nervously.

You sniffle and drop your hand to look over at him with your gaze gleaming with tears.

“I don’t know what to say, really, I am not Marc,” Steven continues and begins to walk towards you. “But…I’ll be here. I know you may not recognize me as your father, but you know….my DNA is yours, so that has to count for something, right?”

You stay quiet and progress his words, the meaning behind what he was trying to say. Yet it’s not the same. Perhaps that’s one way you can separate them easier. Because when Steven is the one in control, there’s just not the same connection, those shared memories aren’t there, he’s like a stranger in your dad's body. If only your anger worked the same way.

“Just take your time,” he continues and stops when he’s a few inches away. “I understand your feelings.”

You lower your gaze and nod softly. “Thank you,” you whisper. “And I am sorry.” You let out a small breath and slowly lift your gaze whilst you purse your lips together. “And if Marc can hear me or not, I hope he knows that running from Layla and me to try and protect us is him being a selfish coward. We can decide our own choices.”

Steven huffs out and nods. “Yeah! That was good.”

You slightly squint your gaze and scoff softly in amusement before you walk past him and continue down your path.

“Come on man,” you urge Steven. “Let's find this thing before more mummies come.”

Steven rushes over to catch up to you and nods. “Right, wouldn't want that. The first time was enough.”

You hum and then sigh. “Too bad I didn’t get a picture, it would’ve been cool if I did.”

“Through here,” Steven points to the gap between rocks. “It seems like a tight fit.”

You shift your body and wait for Steven to pass through first before you follow him to the other side.

“Oh, my days,” you hear Steven mutter. “First one in…”

The moment you make it through, Steven is already walking on ahead since he’s amazed by all that is contained inside.

“Look at this y/n,” Steven continues to say. “Tomb fit for a Pharaoh.”

The further you walk, the more you see, the more you're fascinated by all the paintings that tell a story. There’s so many relics that have been untouched and left in the same spot for centuries upon centuries. There’s gold. There’s even a light already shining inside, and in the middle of it all, surrounded by water was the tomb of a Pharaoh.

“Thutmose II,” Steven points out as he flashes his light on the horse statue before lowering it to the smaller statues on the floor. “Nefertiti. Oh, it’s gotta be one of the big’uns,” he says between heavy pants.

You turn your flashlight off and move past him as he comes to a sudden halt and looks down at his reflection in the water.

“What are you gonna do?” Steven asks, making you look back at him as you hop onto the stone steps left in the water—“try and drown us now?”

You slightly furrow your brows and part your lips to question him, but you remember that it’s how you’ve caught Marc communicating with Steven before, so instead you just look away and hop over to the platform that holds the great tomb.

“Look at this,” you mumble in awe whilst Steven agrees to something—“all these relics. Wow.”

“Macedonian?” Steven questions before he walks past you to get closer faster. “No. What? No way that’s not right.” He continues to say and crouches down in front of the tomb. “That can’t be right. That’s—”

“What?” You probe impatiently and stand behind him. “What is it?”

Steven looks back at you with a grin. “That’s Macedonian. T-the only pharaoh…but, I mean, he insisted on calling himself Egyptian.”

You slowly squint your gaze in confusion, but as Steven looks back and stands up to walk around the object, you catch what he’s piecing together and begin to grin as well. “Alexander the Great. This is him.”

“Yes!” Steven exclaims. “Yes. We might be looking at the long-lost tomb of Alexander the Great.”

You laugh softly and rush over to his side to take a picture of the tomb before you put the camera away and keep admiring the grand tomb.

“Okay now,” Steven breathes out. “We have to open it.”

You snap your eyes over to him and scoff. “Yeah, you go ahead. You know that it’s bad luck to disturb Egyptian tombs.”

“Yes!” He exclaims and balls his hands into fists. “Yes, I do, but…” he trails off and sighs. “We have to so we can get what came here for.”

You step back, causing Steven to look back all panicked. “Why are you stepping back?”

“I just graduated high school, Steven. I am on my way to be an intern in this super big technology company in New York, with my friend. I don’t need any bad luck in my life.” You put your hood back on your head and cover your mouth with the cover. “But you go. I’ll watch from here.”

“Oh, wow, okay, congratulations, that’s, like, super awesome.”

You nod slowly. “Thanks, man,” you say back.

Steven draws in a deep breath and turns around to face the tomb. “Okay,” he sighs. “Here it goes.” He bends down and puts his hands on the tomb for a second before standing back up. “Everything inside me is screaming not to open this thing.”

You lift your head to try and take a better look at Steven as he seems to take a pause. “Well if we don’t, Harrow will get to Ammit first,” you throw out.

Steven nods. “Yes, I know,” he snaps from his short trance. “Your dad basically just said the same thing. You two are so much alike it scares me some—”

“Steven,” you cut him off so he can get on with it.

Once again Steven nods. “All right, all right, all right.” He puts his hands on the tomb again, and exhales first before pushing the lid back.

The moment you see it sticking out from the other end you take just one careful step forward, but not close enough so you can actually see what’s inside, you just get close to Steven.

“Is it there?” You ask.

“Oh, well, if you’re gonna hide it for all eternity, you’d probably put in a place where…the average looter wouldn't think to look.”

You quirk your brow and press. “So? It is there?”

“Uhm,” he hums. “Alexander was the voice of Ammit,” he says, and you just grow more puzzled—“All right, I’m gonna try something.”

All of a sudden you see Steven reach his hand in the tomb, so you peel your eyes back and take one more step forward. “Stop,” you call out. “What are you doing?”

“I’ll do something here,” Steven mumbles his explanation as he keeps reaching in. “Sorry. Oh, God. So sorry. Sorry. Mr. Great.”

Something rustling comes from the tomb, so you stand on the tip of your toes and squint your gaze. As fabric rips you hold your breath in and cross your arms over your chest. Some cracking sounds follow, and Steven continues to speak to the corpse. “All right. Open up. Oh, sorry. Mr. Great. Sorry, I couldn’t be more sorry.”

You see Steven bend down further towards the tomb, and you can't contain your anxiety anymore over what you can’t see happening, so you step behind Steven, duck your head so as not to see the corpse, and tap his shoulder making him yelp and throw his hand back.

“Ah! Wha-what?!” He exclaims and spins around, completely startling you whilst he also almost crashes into you. “Why would you do that?! Why? Why?”

You find your footing before you fall back and throw your hands up. “I’m sorry,” you quickly snap back just as panicked. “I’m sorry! I was going to ask what was going on, I got scared, I’m sorry!”

Steven let’s out a deep relieved breath and shakes his head. “Right, fair, yeah that’s fair, I just thought you were a mummy, it…” His words trail off as you shift your gaze and see the ushabti in his hand.

“Steven, you have it.” You point out.

Without a second to spare Stevens' gaze snaps to the ushabti in his hand, and he gets instantly captivated by it.

“You did it,” you exclaim happily as he gets the item closer to him. “You found it.”

“I—” Steven cuts himself off and suddenly grabs your hand to pull you both down. You’re about to question his actions, but that’s when you hear the sound of approaching footsteps and squeeze your mouth shut instead.

However, since you weren’t hiding at all whatsoever both Steven and you notice Layla finally walking in.

“Layla, look,” Steven says as he stands up with you and throws his hand up that holds the ushabti. “We won.”

You slip your hand from Stevens grasp and walk towards Layla as you’re relieved that she’s okay.

“And the ushabti goes to us,” Steven continues. “I mean I had to go digging down old Alexander the Great's gullet, but I found it.”

As you meet Layla halfway you offer her a soft smile and add, “you’re okay.” Yet as you’re in front of her you notice she doesn’t rip her eyes away from Steven, she doesn’t look relieved or happy. Layla looks angry, furious.

Steven also notices and comments on it before you can. “Are you okay, love?”

“Can he hear me?” Layla directs at Steven, causing you to step aside so she can step past you.

“Alexander?” Steven asks cluelessly. “I don’t think so. God, I hope not.” He chuckles.

“What happened to my father?” Layla asks seriously and steps up the steps to reach Steven. “I’m talking to you.”

Steven glances at you for help, but you can’t offer him any clues to ease her anger, all you can do is step back and give her space and privacy.

“What?” Steven query’s

“I’m talking to you, Marc,” Layla finally exclaims as she hits his chest, seeming to finally force Marc to trade places with Steven.

“Come on. Let’s go, let’s go,” Marc tries to urge Layla in the accent you knew and recognized.

“No,” Layla stops him and pulls him back.

“We need to go right now,” Marc insists and looks back at you. “Y/N, get ready to run.”

You stay in your spot and don’t move, you just look back at Layla and when you see the grief and hurt on her face you begin to regret all the jealousy that had begun to spark, all the negativity you had wished upon the relationship she had with your father.

“Marc, no.”

“Layla, we need to go right now,” Marc cuts her off.

Layla keeps pulling him back, and Marc finally turns to face her.

“What happened to my father?” She asks again, but he keeps trying to avoid the question.

“Listen to me. We need to leave right now. I will explain everything. I swear. But we have to go.”

“Did you kill Abdullah El Faouly?” Layla asks, whilst you grab your earphones to block them out so they can have as much privacy as they can have down here, in such a confined space. But…there’s also a part of you that needs to know if Marc did actually do what Layla is asking from him.

Just for your own peace of mind.

“Of course not,” Marc tells her. “Of course I didn’t.”

That’s all you needed to hear. It might not be your problem, but Layla was still important to you, if Marc had been the one to have killed her father then…there would be another drift. Another crack in your broken relationship because the truth is you would have picked her.

Regardless, it wasn’t Marc, he told her that so to try and give them privacy this time, you just sit down on a step, put your earphones on to turn on your music, and lastly just watch the water that separates the platform the tomb is on, and the rest of the room.

You tap the water with the tip of your boot and watch the ripple that breaks throughout the water, you catch your reflection, mostly all you see is the bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep over these past couple of days.

But there…behind all the dry skin due to all the fucking sand, behind all the exhastuon was a memory. Old. Very old.

It was triggered by the water you had to watch so as to avoid looking over at Layla and Marc talking (even if you actually were fighting the urge to overhear them again). It was a memory of Marc and you, when you were a little kid, when he came back from a trip and took you back to his small apartment he was renting in Chicago, a small apartment you called home when he was there.

Since you didn’t have room for a pool in such a small place, when he didn’t want to take you all the way to the crowded public pool, he filled the tub, put on a bathing suit with you, placed some small pool toys over the water, and put you in. You alone would do laps since he was too big to do so, and he’d time you each time.

Marc would splash you and do his best to play make believe with you, he’d watch you float on your back in the water to make sure you wouldn't suddenly drown.

You remembered that; those old memories you had been so fond of before while you watched the water. It made you…miss him. How he was before the incident, before he had this idea in his head that he needed to cut you off from his life to protect you.

“Y/N…”

You missed your father.

“Y/N!” Someone exclaims before you’re yanked off the step and put to your feet before you get pulled away from the room, causing you to pull your earphones out of your ears and look around.

“What's going on?” You ask as you see that it’s Layla who had grabbed you, and that Marc was staying back. “Why—can you tell me what’s going on?”

“Someone’s coming,” Layla deadpans as she turns to hide you both behind a large pillar.

“And what about…Marc?” You ask and press your back to the pillar to keep hidden from the threat.

Layla pushes herself an inch forward to listen better. “He’s going to—” she stops as the sound of Harrow’s voice travels out from the room.

“Just you? The rest is silence. I remember the first morning I woke up knowing that Khonshu was gone,” he says, causing you to shift closer to her and grab her arm to be as close as you possibly could without revealing yourself—“the quiet was librarting. You’re a free man. And, of course with that freedom comes choice.”

You squint and let out a small breath.

“And right now, you have a very important decision to make,” Harrow continues, but then ends up bringing silence.

Maybe he was just speaking quieter though, so you shift your head to try and look over, but Layla's body covers your view. Alas, that’s when you hear a yell before suddenly the sound of a gunshot goes off, making you go rigid.

A second gunshot then fires and then all you hear is a splash of water.

“I can’t save anyone who won’t save themselves,” Harrow says, confirming that it wasn’t him who had been shot.

“Layla,” you whisper, “who was it?” You glance over at her and notice that she has her mouth covered, and tears forming in her eyes, hinting at the worst. Something you can’t accept. A possibility you shove to dark depths of your brain in hopes that would change who came to mind.

As footsteps echo in the water, and Marc’s voice continues not to be heard, you swallow thickly and grab your bracelet to get ready and charge out there.

“I’m sorry it had be this way,” Harrow continues to say. “Marc Spector….”

Your breath catches in your throat, and your eyes go wide, whilst your breathing begins to turn shallow. Yet you still don’t want to accept what was seeming to turn out true.

“….Steven Grant….”

Footsteps approach closer, and from the corner of your eye you see someone approaching. Layla sees them too but waits

“….Whoever else might be in there. Sometimes we need the cold light of death before we can see reality.”

When the person gets too close, Layla steps past you to grab them and then yank them towards her to knock them out, getting out only one grunt, and no attention from anyone else. After that she lets the person go and creeps back to the edge of the pillar to look out.

“Who wants to heal the world?” You hear Harrow ask before the ground begins to rumble and a purple hue begins to shine out.

Your curiosity gets the best of you this time, so you push yourself away from the pillar and step forward to stand beside Layla. And that’s when you see him, rather than spotting what Harrow was doing, you see Marc floating on his back in the water. He’s all you can focus on; his body floating lifelessly, the blood that stains the water.

You try to move, you think of running to him, but physically you can’t move a single muscle, you’re paralyzed where you stand, you can’t even move your eyes away. Actually, every other sense beside your sight felt like it stopped working, you couldn’t progress a sound, it was deafening. You couldn’t feel the gentle breeze brush against your skin as Layla runs out of hiding to reach Marc.

Actually, you didn’t even notice when Harrow and his people had left. All you could see was…Marc. He wouldn't move, not even When Layla kept calling out his name. His chest wouldn’t rise…he wasn’t opening his eyes. He was just floating…even as Layla pressed her head against his chest and moved to press a kiss on his forehead.

Marc wouldn’t move. And you still couldn’t either, not even when Layla sat up and finally looked over at you.

“Y/N,” she mutters, making you shift your gaze over to her, and catching the tears in her eyes and the scarab in her hand. “Y/N,” she whispers this time.

You blink and look back at Marc. “He isn’t moving,” You murmur and stay where you are. “Why isn’t he moving?”

Layla sniffles and swallows thickly. “Y/N…your dad…he’s gone. We have to go. We need to go after Harrow and stop him. We can’t let your fathers….”

You tune her words out and finally begin to slowly approach her even if you still didn’t progress the cruel truth.

Once you reach him, Layla stands up and steps aside to let you get on your knees beside him. However, once you’re close, once you carefully feel for a pulse on his neck it, hits you, the truth finally breaks past your denial, and you realize there in that moment that he’s gone.

Your father was gone.

He’s gone and you couldn’t—the last thing you told him was dismissive, a demand for Steven. You couldn’t talk, you were angry at him the entire time, you were a bitch to him even when he’d try to talk in a nice way—even if had been ignoring the problems you had.

You’ll never be able to talk to him. He’s gone.

“Pa…” you call out in a quivering voice and cup his cheek. “Pa,” you call again and can’t help the sob that breaks past your lips. “I’m sorry….I’m sorry. Please…” you pause and let out a shaky breath before pressing your forehead against his and crying quietly. “I love you. I do.”

A sharp aching pain hits your heart, and suddenly it feels like you can’t breathe.

“Y/N,” Layla breaks her silence. “Honey, we need to go.” She reaches for your arm, but you yank it away and proceed to cradle your fathers head.

“No, I’m staying with him. I’m staying,” you murmur and shift your face down to rub the tip of your nose agaisnt his, just like how he’d do it to you when you were a child.

“Y/N, we can’t stay. We need to stop Harrow.”

You shake your head and pull your head back before you moving your hands down to cradle his body now. “No, I can’t leave him. We need to take him with us.”

Layla sighs and steps over to be in front of you. “We can’t carry him out,” she says, but you choose to ignore her.

“No, I can’t leave him,” you insist. “I can’t….we can’t leave him. I can’t leave him.” You stand up and try to drag him out, but he barely moves an inch; he’s too heavy and you’re too weak. “Help me. I need to get him out.”

Layla wipes her tears off her cheeks and grabs your face to pull it up so you can face her.

“Y/N, baby, we can't carry him out, he needs to stay back.”

You shake your head. “Fine, I'll do it myself. Just go. Leave the keys of the car, I'll catch up.”

Layla lets out a deep breath and pulls your face back. “No. Listen to me, we need to go now! We’ll come back for him. Just leave him behind. He would’ve wanted us to go after Harrow.”

She’s right….

She’s right….but it doesn’t make it any easier.

You drop your head and slowly crouch back down to place him back in the water. “Okay,” you whisper. “Okay.” You lift your hands to hold your dad's cheeks and lean in to press a kiss on the tip of his nose one last time, before you pull back to pull out a gold moon necklace from your pocket. You then unclasp it and hook it around Marc’s neck before getting up and following Layla out of the cave.

The moment you’re out, you both manage to sneak in the back of one of Harrow's cars and ride in the back with some of his people.

——

*A FEW MONTHS AGO*

The same number is calling again. Damn—

“Hello?”

No answer. There’s not even a beep. Again. There’s just silence.

And yet, you still answer every single time in hopes it’s actually someone who you haven’t talked to in a long time.

“Look…” you sigh. “I’d appreciate it if you stopped calling this number. Thank you.” You pull your phone away from your ear and hesitate to end it. Instead you try to listen in hopes you’d catch at least the sound of breathing, but there’s nothing on the other end. So you end it.

“Who was it?” Your friend asks.

You shake your head and slip your phone back in your pocket. “Unknown number,” you let them know.

He scoffs. “Again? Y/N, I keep telling you to tell the police, that is not normal.”

You sigh. “I know!” You exclaim. “I know, I will.”

Your friend chuckles. “It’s always the same thing with you. If you get kidnapped….”

The sound of your friends' words trail off as you feel your phone vibrate.

When you pull it out however, you see that it’s once again the same unknown number, this time it’s a message albeit. In Spanish.

Unknown

“<Happy Birthday, sweetheart.>”

Could it…was it your father?

You had to know.

Yet when you have your fingers above the keyboard you hesitate and just look at the letters.

It’s been months.

Fuck.

“I wouldn’t do that,” your friend butts in and leans his head over towards you to cover your screen.

You roll your eyes. “Marvin,” you hiss and push him back.

Marvin laughs and nudges you back. “It’s probably just a scammer, that’s how they get you! Listen to me!”

You:

Dad? Is this you?

You put your phone away and from the corner of your eyes catch a glimpse of Marvin staring at you as he drank your coffee.

You sigh. “What?” You retort in annoyance.

Marvin begins to smirk. “We should send a picture to them.” He shares.

You shoot him a pointed glare and snap back. “You just told me that they could be a scammer and to stop.”

Marvin points at himself and furrows his brows as he pretends to act clueless. “Me?”

You nod and point. “You.”

Marvin clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Get out of here. Anyway, once they see me next to you, they’ll get intimidated by me and leave you alone.”

You begin to smile out of amusement and probe. “Why would they care?”

Marvin begins to smirk. “Oh, you know,” he says, “he’s gonna think I’m your boyfriend and freak out.”

You let your gaze linger on his dark eyes for a moment before you drop your head and laugh softly. “Well, if that’s the case then,” you sigh.

“And if it’s your dad,” Marvin adds. “Then maybe he’ll get so bothered and overprotective that he’ll actually text you back.”

You stop in your tracks, and Marvin doesn’t hesitate to stop along with you to turn and face you with a cheeky smirk on his face.

You narrow your gaze and begin to scowl at his idea of a joke, but Marvin then points at you.

“Dont, you can't get mad,” he remarks. “Because getting mad at said joke means you’re accepting your obvious daddy issues. Which, you, say you don’t have, so….see my dilemma?”

One thing you did not have was that. You refuse to accept it.

“Whatever,” you dismiss him as you roll your eyes and push past him. Marvin snickers and turns swiftly before hopping to catch up to you.

“Did they answer or not?” He asks.

You pull your phone out to check in case you didn’t feel the notification, but as expected there’s nothing but dead silence.

——

Sand. And more miles of damn sand. It’s beginning to get annoying.

And there’s still no damn service. What’s even worse your stupid is dead. No more music.

Marvin was right, always pack backup for the backup.

What would your ever so beloved friend say now as you can’t hold back your tears over your fathers death?

Probably nothing but comforting things….you’re just overthinking it too much, just so you can hopefully stop thinking back to Marc's body, the fact that you left him there.

Or the fact that you couldn’t even talk to him. Hug him again. You’d never get to….

You exhale shakily and wipe the tears off your face as you feel the car roll to a stop. Once you look up you see you’ve come to a stop at a checkpoint. The police were approaching the cars and saying something in Arabic.

The cars leading the way open their doors and cause the police to yell and point their guns at everyone. All the passengers in the other cars open their car doors too and begin to climb out, only causing more of a calamity that Harrow stops.

When one police officer begins to approach the car Layla and you’re hiding in, you glance over in search of an answer. Yet when she meets your gaze she grabs your knee, telling you to wait.

“Show me your papers,” you catch a policeman ordering Harrow.

“I don’t need to show you my papers,” Harrow counters. “You need to show us your soul.” He then slams his cane on the ground and causes the purple hue to explode out and hit every policeman.

They begin to scream in pain, and jerk their bodies up as the purple hue seems to tear their souls from their bodies. You try hard to not react, but even if you covered your face with your mask and hood you still couldn’t hide the horror from spreading to your eyes as you could do nothing but watch, until finally all of them but one dropped to the ground.

“Move the bodies out of the way,” a woman in a green shirt orders everyone, making Layla and you hop off the car so you wouldn’t look suspicious—“Let’s go, clear a path!”

Once everyone who had been in the car with you walks away, Layla nudges your arm and points to Harrow leaning back on a truck as he watches his people do all the dirty work.

“You go from the back,” Layla whispers to you as you both keep your eyes locked on the man that killed Marc. “I go from the front.” Layla breaks away from your side, and you hesitate where you stand to look at everyone around.

They all have guns. And there’s too many for just the two of you. Yet, when you look back at Layla to try and stop her, she already has a knife out and is sneaking ahead.

“Layla,” you call just above a whisper and speed walk over to her to reach her side. “Layla—”

“Don’t do it,” a random voice coming from the ground cuts you off and startles you.

When you look down all you see is the dead body of a policeman. “Layla, y/n, wait. I am the Goddess Taweret,” the same body speaks in a femine voice, making you stop to look at them in shock, horror, and awe.

Layla keeps moving so you break from your stupor and run up to catch up to her. This time you don’t say anything, you glance down at the dead bodies out of curiosity and slight anxiety since you don’t want to be startled again.

Once Layla and you come to stop behind a car, the body of a man speaks again in the same femine voice. “Layla, y/n, it’s Marc who’s telling you to stop.”

Marc?

You walk over to the body and narrow your gaze.

“What the hell is this?” Layla retorts.

The body groans and you crouch down to grab them by the collar. “Hey,” you call out in a panicked and hopeful whisper. “Talk to me. This is not some damn joke. My dad is dead.”

“And I’m talking to you through dead people right now. So what?” They counter. “Listen, Harrow is too powerful for the two of you to stop him alone. If Marc..if he can return to life…”

Return—

Is this supposed to be funny?

“Don’t,” you cut off the Goddess in a trembling voice that was laced with annoyance. “This is not funny. What do you mean, return to life?”

Taweret chuckles softly. “You're every bit of your fathers daughter alright.”

You blink repeatedly in disbelief and let the body go.

“What do you mean, return to life?” Layla repeats.

Taweret groans again and lays back on the ground for a few seconds before lifting up again and continuing. “He is going to need Khonsu. Break his ushabti…”

Without questioning her you slowly nod in acceptance and eagerness a bit too quickly.

“…it’s in the Chamber of the Gods. And you, Layla can be my Avatar. Marc says wonderful things about you.”

“No, no, no,” Layla interjects. “I’ll fight him on my own.”

You look back at Layla and get ready to try and argue, but the lady once again speaks up to the crowd. “It’s time to go!”

Layla grabs your arm and pulls you up. “Come on,” she urges, and then leads you back to the truck without another word to the Goddess that had suddenly appeared.

Once the cars were on the move again you lean towards her and grab her knee to pull her eyes towards you. “Layla, maybe we should listen to her. I mean we can’t fight against Ammit alone. We need her.”

Layla shakes her head and leans her face closer so her voice wouldn’t carry out. “No, y/n, we don’t need her, or anyone else to help us. You know how much Marc suffered with Khonshu, I won’t let you get trapped in the same problem. Nor will I be in the same problem.”

You hum and sit back. “Okay,” you whisper and think back to what Taweret said about your dad returning to life.

“What about my dad? What about Marc? She said he could come back with Khonshu, will we not accept his help?” You press.

Layla slightly narrows her gaze on you and scoffs, “of course I want to help Marc, but we will not enslave ourselves y/n. We will find a way to fight. We always do.” She sits back and looks away, ending the conversation with nothing else to add on the matter.

Now, you also stay quiet and watch the sea of sand pass by, you watch the sky and don’t cry this time. No, how could you? You’re foolishly clinging onto hope that your father would return to you. What you should’ve done in truth is question her, doubt her, but you didn’t because you just want him back.

That’s why you were so foolishly hopeful. Even if you might end up in heartbreak.

It’s why when it came to Harrow opening the Chamber of the Gods you weren’t scared.

“You won’t believe what the Gods have hidden from mankind,” Harrow mutters as you all charge in the chamber—“You’re judges, not warriors.” He continues to say as you spot five people in the platform below ready for Harrow.

They all then begin to fight, so Layla and you use their distraction as an excuse to break away in search of Khonshu’s ushabti. Albeit, when you reach the room there's dozens of them on the wall. You have to step back and stand on your tiptoes to look at the ushabti placed above your heads. You then scan the wall down from there until finally you spot it just across from you.

“Here,” you whisper and reach for the ushabti.

Layla looks over and takes it from your hand. “This is it,” she says. “Good job.”

Instead of breaking it right where you stand, Layla grabs your wrist and pulls you with her as she runs away towards a darker room further from the chamber that began to rumble.

“Here,” Layla says and brings you to a stop, letting you pull your hood and mask off to watch as she puts the ushabti down before stomping it.

The moment every fragment is broken smoke begins to come out and begins to form several feet high into the God you were familiar with.

Once fully formed you gasp and look up at him with fascination. Up to this point all you’ve seen have been old paintings, you’ve just heard stories from your father, but now he’s here. Now you see Khonshu’s intimidating bird skull of a face, you see for yourself how terrifying yet fascinating he looks.

And even still, just a glimpse of him brought you raging anger for what he’s done to your father.

“I do not sense Marc Spector in this world,” Khonsu speaks in a loud voice. “He died fighting, no doubt.” “Fighting your war,” Layla spats.

“And it’s far from over,” he argues. “If Marc is truly gone, I am in need of an Avatar. Would you, Y/N Spector, protect the travelers of the night…”

What?

But Layla is right there? Why wouldn’t he want her instead. Why…you?

“Are you joking?” Layla cuts him off before you can even say a thing on the regard. “You turned Marc’s life into a waking nightmare. Now you want to do the same to his daughter? Why would she ever sign up for that?”

You swallow thickly and avert your gaze.

“Because neither of you will win against Harrow and Ammit alone,” Khonshu tries to explain.

“We’ll take our chances,” Layla retorts angirly.

He’s right though.

“Marc was in crisis over you,” Khonshu directs at Layla. “His lack of focus got him killed. You need a plan, little bug. What I offer her—”

“I don’t care what you can offer,” Layla interrupts him spitefully. “Marc didn’t trust you. I don’t trust you. We’ll work together without her enslaving herself.”

Khonshu leans forward, you can feel his presence, feel his stare even if he has no eyes in his eye sockets.

“Yet it is not your choice to make,” he rebuttals. “Y/N Spector, will you be what your father was once to me? Will you protect the travelers of the night?”

Without daring to look back at Layla, you slowly lift your eyes to look at his face. “My father,” you mutter in a quivering voice. “Can you help him? Bring him back to life?”

“Y/N,” Layla hisses.

You keep your eyes on Khonshu and lift your head in confidence. “If you swear to help him I will accept your conditions.”

“Y/N!”

“Please,” you demand.

Khonshu sighs and slightly tilts his head. “Fine,” he accepts. “I will help you. If you help me.”

You slowly begin to smirk, and all the fear and anxiety you had felt in that moment was lost, all that riddled your body was a burning hope and determination.

“I accept.” You finally reveal.

A/N: Just so you all know I am planning to extend this story past the shows events, so I will post a few more chapters :)

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Gone (5) - jjk

Summary: You and your childhood best friend, Jungkook, have grown apart over the years, although you still have the same overbearing fun-loving bestie, Aria, that really wants her best friends talking again, something neither of you really want to be apart of until Aria goes missing, and the only other person that could help you find her is the one you've spent years avoiding.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre: Best friends to enemies (ish?) to lovers, High School AU, eventual smut, slow burn

This one is a lot please read Warnings before reading: Theft, JK and Y/n are on the run, a Motel 6, cursing, More breaking and entering, Jungkook has a gun and uses it, someone gets shot multiple times (not a main character), someone gets unalived (shit happens man), Aria's parents are drug addicts.

Word Count: 4.6K

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Note: I have been told this may not be the most fun to read at night, so viewer discretion advised :)

“He’s going to burn my fucking house down,” you spoke as soon as you got into Jungkook’s car. His car was already started and in drive, so as soon as you closed the door he started driving out of there.

“No, he’s not, because we’re getting the fuck out of here,” you pulled the wire from under your shirt and shoved it into his glove compartment hastily, unsure of where else to put it as your brain was scrambled.

“What does that mean?” You asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

“Y/n, that guy just threatened to kidnap you or worse. While we’re still here, going to school, doing normal things, he can watch us; make sure we don’t find her. I know you’re already freaking out, but we have to ditch everything and leave if we want to have any chance of finding her, or keeping you safe, okay?” You tried to keep your breathing under control as he spoke, but that’s really hard to do when all the words he says sound so crazy.

But he’s right.

You can’t get help Aria if we can’t do anything. You can’t act normally and pretend you don’t care that she’s gone, not now that you know this much. You basically have a taped confession, but who’s all in on it? Why? Is there anyone you can trust? There's no way to know, you could go to the state police and give it to them, and they could turn it and tell Bennett you had it. You can’t use your phones, they track everywhere you go, probably his laptop too.

“Well, I for one, have no money, so I don’t think we’re going to get very far.”

“I know the code to the safe in my dad's study, my parents won't be home from work for the next couple of hours,” you laughed a lot harder than you probably should’ve. He looked over at you with confusion smeared all over his face.

“I’m sorry, but to try to avoid getting arrested for crimes we didn’t commit, we’re going to steal from your family and worry both of our families extensively while we try to find our friend that could very well be dead at this point. If I don’t laugh at that, I’m going to start hyperventilating,” Jungkook reached over and placed his hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly.

“We’re going to be okay. It’s you and me against the world, remember?” He spoke in a calm voice, trying to reassure you. You let out a small chuckle.

“No offense, I liked you a lot more the first time I said that,” He let out a light laugh, moving his hand back to the wheel.

“I know, but we’re kind of the only ones we have right now,” you nodded, knowing he was right. He pulled into the driveway of his house and jumped out of the car, running up to the front door. You got out and immediately went over to your own car unlocking and was about to slide in it. “What are you doing?” You stopped, standing straight up.

“I’m going home, I need to get clothes and things –”

“No, Y/n, we don’t have time,” He shook his head.

“I’m not leaving without my goddamn toothbrush. Pick me up when you get your shit, I’ll be waiting,” you got in your car before he could protest any further and sped out of the neighborhood. You made it back to your house on the other side of town in record time.

You got out of your car and ran into your house, grabbing a duffle bag and shoving a bunch of your things in it: toiletries, clothes, a stuffed animal. The necessities.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” you abruptly turned around, seeing your mother standing in your doorway. You put the bag down and ran up to hug her tightly. She hugged back, still not sure what’s going on.

“Mom, listen to me very carefully. Wait as long as you can before you report me missing –”

“Missing?”

“Don’t trust the cops or anything they tell you. Don’t let them know you don’t trust them. I’m going to get Aria back, okay? Don’t trust anyone, please, I’ll be okay I promise; Jungkook promises,” you let go of her and make your way back to your bag, shoving a few more things in it before you zipped it up and slung it over your shoulder.

“Y/n, what’s going on?” You turned to face your mother, hugging her tightly again.

“I just need you to trust me, okay? I’m getting Aria and I’m coming back; everything will be okay,” you pulled your phone out of your back pocket, headphones still attached to it, and handed it to your mother. You heard Jungkook honk the horn of his car, both you and your mom looked at the front of the house, before you looked back at each other. “I was never here, and you’ve been so upset, you didn’t notice I was gone, okay?” She nodded, tears filling her eyes as she pulled you in for one last hug.

“I love you, Y/n,”

“I love you too mom. I have to go,” You pulled away, kissing her on the cheek before you walked to the front door, pushed it open and walked out. You threw your bag in the backseat of his car before you sat down in the passenger's seat, clicking your seatbelt.

“You told her?” You looked up to see your mom standing on the porch, looking at you. You nodded.

“I had to warn her not to trust the police, plus, she caught me packing.” He waved at your mom, who waved back as he pulled out of the parking space.

“Here,” he hands you a Walkman. A Walkman? “I tapped the recording from the police station onto it, then deleted it and wiped my laptop. That’s the proof we need to put him away,” you nodded, looking down at it.

“Guess we’re going to have to find another way to research, huh?” He nodded, sucking his teeth.

“Public libraries it is.”

You drove all day and all night, only stopping once to get gas and food, and you were now in a very nice Motel 6, seeing as you both needed to get some sleep. Jungkook closed the blinds as you flopped down onto the bed furthest from the window, your duffle bag sitting on the ground beside it.

“I’m gonna grab a shower, you should get some sleep,” Jungkook said, one of the first things either of you had said in hours. You rolled over and gave a thumbs up.

“I’m already halfway there,” You mumbled, grabbing one of the pillows and hugging it. You heard him chuckle slightly before the bathroom door closed and the water cut on. You sat up and pulled your bag up onto the bed, unzipping it. You pulled out some sweatpants and a hoodie, and decided to change into them, wanting to be more comfortable. You shoved your dirty clothes back into the bag and grabbed your stuffed bunny. You pulled the blankets back on the bed, happy to not see bugs scurrying, and climbed in, falling asleep almost instantaneously.

“I didn’t know you still needed Bob to sleep.” Jungkook says, still half asleep as you hand him a coffee and muffin that you had gotten from the gas station across the street.

“I don’t need him; he just gets lonely,” you said, shoving your stuffed rabbit named after the iconic artist, Bob Ross, back into your bag. You sat on your bed and sipped your coffee as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“No breakfast?” he asked, taking a huge bite of his muffin.

“I already ate mine on the way back over here,” He nodded and continued eating. “You know, it’s very hard to find things when you don’t have technology or a map,” He nods.

“Yeah, I’m not even sure where we are right now,” He took a long sip of his coffee, before finishing off his food.

“Good thing the gas station had maps, there’s a library a few blocks from here,” He smiled and gave you a thumbs up before standing and grabbing his own bag and rifling through it.

“I’ll get dressed and then we’ll head out.”

Minutes later you were at the library, each on a computer seated beside one another as you decided to see if you’d been reported missing as he found your new best friend Officer Bennett. All you had to do was look up Jungkook’s name and he was blasted all over the internet as missing, along with both you and Aria. Bennett had put the missing person’s case of Aria through, and now you were wanted for basically everything. Your eyes widened at the screen as you realized you had very little head start, and the police would most likely already be looking for Jungkook’s car.

“Officer Cole Bennett, age 36, been a police officer in the area for 15 years, but before he went into the academy and “turned his life around”, he’d was arrested several times on various drug charges along with gang activity,” Jungkook kept his voice low as he read from the page, eyes never leaving as you could tell he was starting to look for something else. “I’m going to see if I can find his address, you find anything?” You sighed softly as you turned your attention back onto your screen, a long list of charges under your name.

“Well, we’re all missing,” Jungkook stopped what he was doing an looked over at your screen. “Well, you and Aria are missing, I’m on the run, and you are either a fugitive or an accomplice, they haven’t decided yet,” you scooted your chair over slightly as Jungkook moved over to get a better look at your screen. “I guess your parents noticed your absence pretty fast, huh?” Jungkook glanced at you for a second before turning his gaze back to the screen, feeling like he should apologize for his parent’s worrying for their child.

“Looks like we’re famous, going to have to get better at hiding,” you nod as you look around you, suddenly afraid that everyone here will know who you are if they see you.

“You know, I did always want to be famous,” you joked, still looking around to make sure you were undetected. This was not going to be good for your anxiety.

“You get anxious while getting your picture taken,” Jungkook scoffed, trying to lighten the mood. You heard him click away on his own keyboard a few more times, your eyes trained on your own charges. What the fuck did I say to get terroristic threats as a charge?

“I found his addresses,” Jungkook was sure to emphasize the fact that he had multiple residences, “He has three, none of which you could afford on a police officer's salary alone, but this guy somehow has three. They’re all in this state, at least, but very spread out and all in more secluded places. I’ll write them down and then we should probably get out of here; might want to invest in a GPS if we’re going to have any hope of getting there.”

“Kookie, what are you doing over here by yourself for?” You asked, still out of breath from running across the entire playground. He looked up at you from the swing he was perched upon, before looking back down at the ground. You moved to sit in the swing next to him, kicking off slightly to give yourself a nice breeze.

“I dunno, it just kind of feels like I’m being replaced,” you grabbed ahold of the chain to his swing and tried to rotate it, but instead you just rotated yourself. You being startled by your own abrupt movement made him look at you and laugh.

“What do you mean replaced?” You ask as you both calm your giggles. He looks over at Aria, who was hanging upside down on the monkey bars, waving excitedly at you.

“I just feel like you’ve been playing with Aria more than you’ve been playing with me since she moved here. I just miss you,” you looked over at Aria again, before returning your gaze to your depressed friend.

“I’m sorry you feel left out, but I just wanted to get to know her better. But you’re my best friend, Kookie, she’s not going to replace you,” He looked up at you again, his eyes wide.

“Promise?” he asked. You smiled, holding out your pinky. He wrapped his around it, and then you connected your thumbs. The most profound and unbreakable promise in the universe: the pinky promise.

“Promise. It’s you and me against the world, okay?” He smiled and nodded. “Besides, we’re going to be in middle school soon, why would I spend my last few weeks of having recess away from my best friend?” You kicked off the swing again, this time actually swinging. He smiled, and did the same, trying to get higher than you. A few seconds later you were both going as high as the swings would allow.

“Wait up, guys!” Aria ran over and sat on the swing on the other side of Jungkook, quickly trying to get as high as Jungkook and you had gotten.

Jungkook had convinced you it was a good idea to go steak out this guys house to see if he was there, if there was any sign of Aria. You made our way back to the motel, and decided to change into darker and more comfortable clothes before you drove several hours to sit outside someone's house and see if anyone was there, before maybe breaking in. How you were convinced that this was a good idea, you weren’t sure yourself.

After changing, you packed up the rest of your things into your bag, both of you agreeing you shouldn’t stay anywhere longer than 24 hours. You zipped up your bag and threw it over your shoulder, turning to see Jungkook pull a gun out of his bag. We’re going to die—

“Where did you get a gun?” You asked, knowing there’s no way he’s ever even held one before right now, let alone fired one.

“The safe, thought it might be useful, considering someone did threaten to kill you yesterday,” He shrugged, lifting the back of his shirt before he slid the barrel of it into the waist band of his jeans.

“I mean fair, but what do you even know about gun safety? What if you shoot yourself trying scare other people? What if it explodes —” You started walking toward him as he himself was walking toward the door.

“There’s a reason I didn’t tell you and waited until I thought you were turned to take it out,” He turned to face you, making you stop walking abruptly or you’d run into him. You stayed standing, looking at each other for a moment. How have I not realized how tall he’s gotten? “I won't shoot myself, or you, I promise,” He held out his pinky, eyebrows raised, waiting for you to accept. You sighed, linking your pinky with his and brought your thumbs together.

“C’mon, we should get going, we have a long drive.”

The drive was just that. Long and uneventful.

You pulled up to the house about an hour ago, staying seated in the car just waiting to see if it looked like anyone was home. By now it was dark out, so if anyone was, there’d be lights on and you’d be able to see shadows; 2 things you hadn’t noticed. There was, however, a car sitting in the long driveway, so someone probably was there, you just hadn’t been able to see them.

You sat mostly in silence, watching the house with the car turned off with the occasional observation or sigh cutting through. There’s probably a part of the house you can’t see from this side of the street, or maybe even a basement. Or he might just be asleep.

“Do you think we should just go in? I don’t think anyone’s home,” he asked, looking over at you. You shook your head.

“There’s a car, so someone’s probably here, just in a part of the house we can’t see,” He huffed, slouching down into his seat. He remained silent for a second.

“Wanna brainstorm while we wait?” he asked, his voice sounding defeated as he slouched down slightly in his seat. You looked over at him and shrugged, wanting to hear whatever he had come up with because to be frank, you didn’t come up with much. “So a cop kidnaps our friend, sets her house on fire, chases us through the woods, sets the place on fire he took her from, and then threatens to kill you before he reports us all missing and leaves you a wanted fugitive. If it has something to do with her dad, which is the most likely case scenario, why? Is he trying to blackmail her dad?”

You listened to his words carefully, trying to make sense of why he would take her, but blackmail seems like the only reason that made any sense. “If I had to guess, Bennett’s a crooked cop. Maybe he likes to sell drugs on the side to help pay for his numerous houses. Maybe he’s a hitman, I don’t know, but there’s no way he can afford to live in one house that looks like that,” You pointed out the window at the house the two of you were currently stalking before continuing.

“Without doing something shady on the side. I mean, you know all the fucked up shit her parent’s used to get into, maybe he was their dealer, got in debt,” You shrugged, thinking of all the possibilities. Growing up with Aria, one thing was always consistent about her parents and that was their inconsistency. A slew of unmedicated mental disorders partnered with addictive personalities and just from what you remember, they were hardly ever sober.

“That’s definitely a possibility, still don’t get why that would make him want to burn the house down, unless he had something to do with—” you slapped Jungkook’s chest, cutting him off as you pointed toward the house, the car that was in the driveway slowly pulling out of it. He looked over as you both slouched down in your seats, not wanting to be seen if he happened to turn this way. Thankfully, he didn’t. Jungkook looked back over to you with wide eyes.

“Now?" You looked at him then back at the house, biting your lip as you think.

“We should really wait 5 minutes -”

“I’m going now,” He opens the door and steps out, and you do the same, cursing under your breath in the process. You walk across the street, walking along the side until you make it to the back of the house. You walk up to the back door and he reaches out to try to open it but you stop him. You reach into the pocket of your hoodie and pull out 2 pairs of rubber gloves you had brought from home. He took a pair and put them on and tried opening the door. It was locked. Big whoop.

You pulled a bobby pin out of your hair and kneeled in front of the door, Jungkook standing directly behind you as he kept his eye out for anyone that could be watching. In less than a minute, you were able to unlock the door. You stood up and opened it, about to walk in when Jungkook grabbed your arm and shook his head. You stepped back as he pulled the gun from his waistband and walked in.

You walked in behind him and carefully closed the door behind you. You entered through the kitchen, which was connected to a large living room that looked like it hadn’t been used in years. Between the kitchen and the living room on the wall to the right there was a relatively short hallway, and next the that, a staircase.

“You go up, I’ll go back,” you whispered, looking back the hall, about to start walking.

“Where’s your weapon?” You looked at him, rolled your eyes, and pulled a pocket knife out of your pocket. He didn’t seem impressed, but you lightly shoved him toward the stairs. He continued up them, admitting defeat. You stepped back into the hallway; the first door is on your right. You take a deep breath before you quickly open the door, waving your knife around as you look for someone hiding. It was a bathroom, and a rather empty one at that.

The shower curtain was clear, but you checked behind it just to make sure. Aside from that, there was nowhere else someone would be able to hide in here. You stepped back out of the room before opening another door on the opposite side of the hall. You opened the door as frantically as the first, but again, there didn’t seem to be anyone behind door number two.

It was a bedroom, very simplistic with a bed, simple sheets, a nightstand, a lamp, and a dresser. There was also a closet, where there were some shirts hanging and a couple pairs of dress shoes haphazardly placed on the floor. The dresser was empty except for 2 drawers, one of them having a few pairs of boxers and socks, and the other gym shorts.

You left that room and went to the last room at the end of the hall. This door, for some reason, gave you the creeps. You took another deep breath and opened the door. It was a staircase leading to the basement.

Oh, fuck this.

You swallowed harshly and balled your hands into very tight fists. You slowly began walking down the staircase, the little moonlight that was illuminating the rest of the house was now gone. You stopped halfway down the steps and reached into your pocket where the keys to your car were sitting perfectly silent in the center. You pulled them out and found the mini flashlight that was on it, and switched it on, before you continued down the stairs.

As you made it to the bottom, you moved the flashlight around, getting a once over of everything, before you decided to turn right. This basement was huge and was packed with what you would call junk. You could tell he used this for storage, and there were about five rooms off this one giant room. You walked up to the first door and placed your hand on the knob and was about to turn it when you felt someone wrap their arms around your body, one hand going over your mouth and the other pinning your arms down.

You screamed out as loud as you could, the knife and light both abandoned on the floor where you had dropped them. You were resisting as hard as you could, but the man was now carrying you, much stronger and taller than you were. You heard footsteps rushing down the stairs, but you couldn’t see anything. You could only hope it was Jungkook and that the flashlight was pointed enough in your direction so that he could see what was going on. A few unbearably long seconds go by before something happens.

A gunshot rang throughout the basement, the sound amplified several times over as it bounced off every surface in the room. Your body flopped into the concrete ground harder than you thought humanly possible, your ribs aching as you felt a warm liquid begin to surround you. A second later Jungkook grabbed ahold of your arm and pulled you off the ground.

“Are you okay? Did I hit you? Did he?” He grabbed your face and moved it from side to side as If he was trying to look for anything that indicated pain, but there was no way he could’ve seen you right now. You shook your head though, knowing he could feel it.

“No, I don’t think so, I think this is his blood,” you said as you grabbed your damp hoodie. As soon as he concluded that you were not severely injured, he grabbed the flashlight off the ground and pointed it at the guy, as well as the gun in his other hand. The man was still alive, hands pressed into his abdomen where there was blood pooling.

“Where’s Aria?” Jungkook practically yelled, the man having virtually no reaction. He crouched down and put the gun very visibly in his face and cocked it. “I asked you a question, I recommend you answer it.”

“Whose Aria? I have no idea who that is! I’m just here to make sure no one gets too nosey, that’s all!” He was groaning in pain as he yelled, his words hard to understand as he was breathlessly trying to get them out.

“Who hired you?” Jungkook was downright terrifying right now, his hands steady and his eyes focused. He’s so out of it, you genuinely think he might kill him.

“Some guy, said his name was Cole, but that's all I know, I swear,” you took a few steps forward very slowly, kneeling down slightly as you neared them.

“Jungkook,” you spoke softly, hand moving to gently rest on his shoulder. He didn’t move. “Jungkookie, he doesn’t know anything. He needs a hospital,”

“He’s cleaning up after him, he probably knows something,”

“He already said he doesn’t know where she is—”

“He could’ve killed you, Y/n, I'm not just going to help him,”

“I’m not the one with a bullet wound, Jungkook, and he’s not the one that put it there. He’s going to bleed out soon if we don’t get him out of here, now,” he paused for a moment before he sighed, uncocking the gun and putting it back in the waist band of his jeans. As soon as he did, you rushed over to the other side of the man and helped Jungkook get him to his feet.

You ushered him up the stairs and made your way into the hallway. As you started walking down the hallway, someone else stood at the end of it looking you dead in the eye. Cole Bennett.

“C’mon, Y/n, I thought we had an agreement,” you saw him reach around his back and you pushed the two men into the still open door of the bedroom before slamming it shut and locking it. The wounded man was on the bed as Jungkook shoved the dresser in front of the door. You grabbed the flashlight Jungkook still had in his hand and moved it so you were holding the key like a weapon and smashed the key through the window, shattering it.

“Jump, I’ll get him,” Jungkook said, holding the dresser back against the violently shaking door as hard as he could. You hesitated for only a second before you nodded and jumped through the window, gashing your leg in the process. You could tell the second he stopped holding the door as there was a loud thud followed by a gunshot. Before you even had the chance to worry, Jungkook had flung himself through the window, landing perfectly as he grabbed your hand and started sprinting.

“Wait, what about-��

“He shot him, we have to run, now!” He yelled back, running as fast as he could. You looked back for a second, before hearing another gunshot ring out. You turned and put all your energy into running, Jungkook and you eventually hitting the tree line as the gunshots stopped.

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Then Because She Goes

We’re supposed to leave by half-past eight

★ Chapter 7 of 15, 5190 words

★ Matty Healy x Original Female Character

★ warnings: !!! mature content, minors please do not interact !!!, smut, oral (fem receiving), protected sex, alcohol consumption

<< 6

9 February, 2019

“I’m leaving now, to help set up. And I’m going to bring all my stuff in a bag to get ready there but please keep your phone on you because I have a feeling I’ll forget something. So I may text you in a panic to bring, like, a hairpin with you when you come. Even though I have loads of hair pins so I wouldn’t be asking for that. Anyway, please be there by quarter-past at the latest. There may be some stuff we could use help with before everyone else shows. We’ve probably got it all under control but who knows. I’ll text you.” rambled Este as she prepared to leave the hotel.

Cate and Georgia lounged on one of the two queen beds in the room they’d booked for the three of them, and listened in amusement. Este was overcome with the pressure of wanting the event she and her family had been planning for months to go perfectly. The fear of something going wrong brought out a severely frazzled version of herself, forcing Cate and Georgia to deal with the frequent babbling.

“Yes, yes, yes. You’ll be okay, darling. Off you go.” Cate insisted, ushering her out of the door.

Lugging over her backpack full of things she may need for the night, with her dress in a garment bag, Este walked the short distance to Dartmouth House from their hotel. She weaved through the building to find the room hosting the party, and her parents—Percy and Alfonso—greeted her upon entering.

“Hi, love!” Percy exclaimed, giving her daughter a hug and taking the dress she’d been holding to help find a place to put it. Este fist-bumped her dad, him quickly being called over by Florencia to help move some chairs from one table to another. Even with over four hours before the party was set to begin, the energy in the room was already chaotic.

After the hall was finally up to their high standards, Este scurried away to the private bathroom a few doors down to get dressed. Her makeup was already done, with the top half of her layered hair slicked up and the bottom half blown out into soft curls. She slipped on her long black dress, and after struggling to clasp the small buckles on her heels, she returned to the party room.

Her tense muscles began to relax as 6:30 neared and guests started to arrive. What seemed scary ended up being fine, but a bit draining, seeing plenty of friends and family Este hadn’t seen in a while (and having to catch up with the few she’d rather not see).

At 6:30 on the dot, she caught Matty walking in. The same grey trench coat she first saw him in last year was draped over top of his all black outfit, while his eyes searched the room to find Este. She made her way over.

“Hey, you.” Este said, catching him before he realised she was there. His eyebrows raised in shock and relief, a grin taking over his face.

“I’m on time, right?” He pulled her into an embrace. In heels, she was almost his height.

“You are.” she agreed, backing away and looking Matty up and down. “And dressed for the occasion.”

“With your help, of course.” Putting his hands on his hips and doing a quick spin, he showed off what clothed him for the evening. Coming back around to face her, his eyes scanned downwards at the black dress gripping Este’s body. She radiated an effortless beauty and stood with poise. The hair that usually sat messily around her temples was sleek and neatly pulled away; allowing Matty to have a full view of her face.

“You look incredible.” He said, smiling at her fondly.

Shyness spread over Este’s body language and their eyes locked for a couple of seconds, in gratitude. “So do you.”

Matty was shocked to learn that he’d be seated right next to her. He assumed he might be plonked at a random table due to his late-notice attendance, while Este sat with her family; but sitting shoulder to shoulder with her was a much better alternative and pleasant surprise. He arrived at their table, sending a quick ‘Hello’ to an already seated Cate, and introducing himself to Georgia.

When hanging his coat on the back of his chair and sitting down, he noticed a woman walk by with a familiar, yet also unfamiliar face. Looking back at Este to take note of their similarities, he put the pieces together. “Was that your mum?” Matty asked. Este nodded. He glanced over to Percy again with a small smile. “Introduce me.”

It was said more as an instruction rather than a suggestion, so Este called her over. “Ma!”

Percy’s chin turned to them in attention and smiled as she hurried over. Out of respect, Matty stood up from his chair to greet her.

“This is my friend Matty,” started Este.

He stuck his hand out for her to shake it, but she turned it down and pulled him in for a hug instead. Matty chuckled and rubbed her back graciously, then pulled away. “Her date, actually, for the night.” he corrected. Este blushed. “It’s lovely to meet you.”

“It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Percy said, grinning. She kept her hands on his upper arms even after their embrace. “I’ve heard a ton about you. And your busy schedule—so the fact that you’re here with Este is very sweet of you.”

“Oh, of course. When she told me that Florencia wanted to invite me I was just flattered to even be thought of. Couldn’t miss it,” responded Matty.

“She’ll be happy to see you, for sure.” Her gaze met his, before walking away to greet more guests. The smile on her face was just as bright as Este’s. That’s where she must get it from, thought Matty.

“Already kissing mum’s arse. Typical.” joked Georgia, the four of them laughing and continuing to tease him as the flow of events began.

The beginning of the night was rather simple. Este was forced to leave her seat often for her handful of party responsibilities; but once dinner was served, she was able to sit and spend time with her friends. Matty was disappointed to find out that the fancy venue catered the party, after looking forward to and expecting to be trying Filipino food.

Following dessert, Florencia and José cut the cake and had their first dance. As Este observed Matty, turned around in his chair to face the dance floor, she could tell how entranced he was by the way the elderly couple held each other. There was a tenderness to their movement; and though the whole room watched in awe, the slight smile on his face and his glossy eyes led Este to assume he was a hopeless romantic. She wasn’t far off.

Luckily, when Matty was introduced to Este’s father and granddad—what he was most nervous for—he was met by two of the coolest men ever. They both shook his hand firmly, happy to hear about his unconventional career and close friendship with Este, despite their initially stern faces that eventually softened. “Are you the photographer for the night?” asked Matty, pointing out the camera hanging around Alfonso’s neck, after a couple minutes of conversation.

“Oh, yes! We’re cheap, you know, so we had to keep it in the family.” Este’s dad joked, patting and squeezing Matty’s shoulder. “Here, stand up. Anak, come on. Picture!” He backed away from them, raising the camera up to his right eye and shutting the other.

Este rolled her eyes and didn’t budge. “Dad, please.”

“Humour your father, please Este.” pried Alfonso, gesturing ‘stand up’ with his hand repeatedly.

Matty began standing up, reaching to grab Este’s hands and force her up as well. “A photo won’t hurt, love.”

“Fine,” she muttered under her breath with a sheepish grin, shuffling closer to Matty and placing her hand on his near shoulder, her arm bent behind it. Feeling him reach around to rest his on her waist, Este sunk into his side as their bodies met in the middle, both of their heads tilting towards each others’ sweetly. They both smiled wide with their teeth. Click. Alfonso gave a thumbs up.

The party took off once the bar opened and the DJ began her set. Georgia awkwardly gripped four vodka cranberries, trying not to spill them as she walked back to their table, before they cheersed and gulped them down. It was the first of their many drinks of the night.

A sea of white-haired aunties filled the dance floor for now, one of which being Florencia, since it was a bit early and people were busy mingling. She was yet to spot Matty, him getting lost among the other 200 guests there to see and celebrate her and her husband’s milestone. But, as she and her friends danced in a line to Achy Breaky Heart, she caught sight of him. Hurrying over, without even saying hello, she came up behind and gripped his shoulders excitedly, encouraging him to stand.

Matty, confused, stretched his neck around to see who was touching him. Flattered to learn it was the woman of the hour, he followed Florencia’s lead as she dragged him out to the group of ladies and convinced him to join them in dancing. He embarrassingly tapped his toes—flustered and in compliance—trying to replicate the simple line-dance moves that everyone else seemed to know by heart. Florencia kept him glued to her side as she called out what step would come next, the two of them laughing together.

When the song ended, Este watched her nan throw her arms around Matty, the two of them hugging briefly and then trying to converse over the loud beginning of the next song. With his hand on his chest, he thanked her for thinking to invite him, while Florencia simultaneously thanked him for coming out to celebrate. Este giggled at how obnoxious her family was. She loved it.

Matty took his seat again, the three girls’ faces plastered with amusement from the sight of him dancing. “I need another drink.”

As an hour passed, messily stacked glasses scattered their table, all of them now slightly tipsy. It brought on a chattiness between them all, so the nonstop conversation allowed the girlfriends to get to know Matty better, and vice versa. In the middle of him telling a story about his first time in Texas, Cate and Georgia exchanged a secretive set of glances and whispers; followed by the redhead suddenly scurrying away to the DJ. Matty barely realised she left, blabbering on about a guy chasing him and the band out of his house with a gun, and by the time Cate returned to her seat, his curiosity disappeared.

So, a few minutes later, when Matty heard his own song booming through the speakers, he was utterly confused. Georgia, Este, and Cate all giggled along as they got up in unison and headed for the dance floor, him finally realising it was Cate who convinced the DJ to play TOOTIME.

“Come dance!” she yelled over the lyrics, offering her hand out to him.

Matty shook his head in embarrassment, but gave in and let his feet grace the stained wooden floor again. “You guys are the worst.”

The girls danced carelessly in a circle as most of the middle-aged party guests headed back to their seats from the unfamiliar song. Matty approached, grabbing Cate’s still outstretched hand and joining in. Her hand was lightly held in his when he noticed Este’s lips mouthing the words. Not that they were particularly complicated or hard to remember, but still. It was cute, thought Matty.

For the following couple of songs, the four of them stuck around, keeping the dance floor occupied. It filled up once the DJ started playing the classics that everyone could enjoy. Majority of what she was playing had been energetic and lively; but it suddenly went quiet, and the lyrics “I want a Sunday kind of love,” were heard belting through the air.

The opening line to the Etta James song encouraged more guests to drag their significant others to the centre of the hall and slow dance. Georgia jokingly got down on one knee, asking Cate if she would ‘have this dance’, to which she agreed—before quickly forcing her to stand up before anyone got the wrong impression.

Meanwhile, Este considered taking a seat back at their table, but first, she looked over to Matty to see he was already looking at her. He offered his hand, no words needed between the two of them, and so she accepted it with a smile. He pulled her close, her right hand grasped in his, with the other around Matty’s back as his went to her hip. The space between them closed—chests pressed against each others’ and legs tangled together—as they swayed back and forth to the beat.

Matty closed his eyes to the passionate music, listening to its strings swell over top of its understated drums, with his head next to hers. Este rested her chin on his shoulder when her ears perked; suddenly hearing his quiet voice sing along.

“I want a, a love that’s on the square,” escaped his lips and into her ear. It was barely a whisper, but his close proximity allowed Este to hear it clearly.

Her eyelids fluttered shut, like his, to revel in the sound of his voice. “Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care,” she continued for him.

A smile lit up his face. “And I'm on a lonely road that leads to nowhere.” he responded, the two of them going back for a few more lines.

When they settled into silence, Este let go of his hand to hold her own around his neck. She pulled her chin away from his shoulder, repositioning her head to come face to face with him. Matty opened his eyes after feeling her move. Their noses were a mere few inches away from each other’s.

Her fingertips found the curls sitting at the nape of his neck, combing through them gently. Matty’s hair had grown quite a bit into the new year, now parted down the centre and pooling behind his ears when it wasn’t dangling in his face. He leaned back into her touch, clearly enjoying the sensation.

“Hi.” said Matty shortly, smiling with his teeth. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Hello.” Este rolled her eyes at his cliché attempt at a joke. “It’s weird being this close to your mug. I can see up your nose.”

“Please don’t. I’ve got no idea what’s up there.” He scrunched it up a couple of times to squeeze a giggle out of Este. “I don’t mind being this close to your face. You have a nice one.” She could see his eyes trailing at each of her features, studying her intently. Her heartbeat elevated as she felt him fidgeting with the seam running down the side of her dress, near her hip.

“Thanks. You’ve got a good face too.” responded Este, breaking her gaze with his face and glancing down to the gold chain that dangled over the ink on his chest. He knew what he was doing, keeping the first few buttons of his top undone, she thought.

They continued to softly speak over the music. “Are you enjoying your night?” Matty asked.

“Yeah,” she answered, “I was yanking my hair out with stress leading up to it, honestly. But it’s better now, especially since you’re here. Even though I’m shocked at the fact that you are.”

“Shocked? Is it not clear that I like spending time with you?”

“Well, not that it’s not clear, but you’re so busy and I feel bad—”

“Este.” He cut her off. “I’m here. I want to be here. It’s been great. I like you and your company. Now stop worrying.” Matty assured her, meeting her eyes with his. “I’m starting to think that maybe you don’t even like me,” he joked.

She smiled at his words, embarrassed. “No need to worry about that.” Este denied. “Thank you for being here. Seriously. Since I have no idea when you’ll ever have another moment of free time this year.”

Matty chuckled, removing a hand from her waist to swipe the hair that sat down next to her neck away and behind her shoulder. His touch was slow, gentle, and slightly nervous.

“I’ll make free time for you.”

“Good.”

They heard the final lines of the song, most couples dancing around them coming to a halt slowly. Este almost pulled away, but his arms prevented her from doing so. Instead, Matty brought her in closer, now stationary, and gave her a squeeze. Her chin found its way over his shoulder again to lean her head against his and squeeze back. She felt his lips briefly press against her temple, making her stomach do flips, before he let go and backed away. The shared smiles on their faces were delicate and light.

Este hooked a couple of her fingers loosely around a few of Matty’s, dragging him back to their table behind Cate and Georgia.

“What should I request next? Chocolate?”

The room filled with loud popping noises as Este took down the last balloon display. Matty used his hands to collect the small clumps of rubber that accumulated beneath them. With the big lights now on, strobes off, all of the guests had left. Despite Este’s many protests, he insisted on staying back to help clean up, as the Dartmouth House events manager was very adamant on the Manansalas only booking the room until 11:30pm. The clock’s hands pointed at 11:39; so it was go time.

Once everything looked the way they found it before setting up, the few people remaining finally started to see themselves out. Este and her group of three, now practically sober from the hours passing and the frantic cleaning, went around to bid their farewells to her parents and the celebrating couple.

“You never got back to me about needing a place to stay,”

Este slung the backpack she brought to the venue over her shoulder as they prepared to take off. “Oh, don’t worry. I got a hotel just down the road with Cate and Georgia.” she clarified.

Matty slipped his coat on, looking down at his feet and shrugging. “But hotels are boring.” he mumbled.

“If you’re trying to invite me back to your place you can just ask, Matty.” Laughing at his moody demeanour, she searched his face for a smile to break. As if on cue, one crept through, first revealing itself in the crinkles next to his eyes.

“Fine. Este Manansala, would you like to come back to my house for a drink?” he asked in a sarcastically annoyed tone.

She raised her eyebrows. “Wow, the last name pronunciation was spot on,” Este said, to stall from actually answering his question; suddenly quite intimidated and apprehensive to the idea of being in his house. But, she didn’t want to turn him down; or say goodbye. So, she agreed. “I would love to.”

It was about a 15 minute drive to Matty’s house. And, since he had taken his car to the party, it was also the first time Este saw him drive. After he parked and walked her to the front door to enter, she pointed it out.

“I don’t know why, but for some reason it was odd to see you drive, just now. Like, you kind of give me ‘I can’t drive’ energy,” she admitted with a laugh.

Matty turned the key in the lock and pushed on the handle. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

Este continued to insist that it wasn’t an insult but only dug herself deeper into the hole. He liked the high pitch her voice reached when defending herself and how she always laughed in the middle of her sentences instead of waiting until they were finished.

Grabbing her jacket and throwing it onto a chair in his lounge, Matty went to the kitchen to uncork a bottle of wine. Este traced his footsteps and followed him there, hers much slower than his as she took in the sight of his space. He wasn’t exaggerating when he’d mentioned that he was the opposite of a hoarder a few months back. Few decorations filled his minimally furnished space, complimenting its brutalist design and cold concrete base. Slivers of personality still shone through in the books piled on his coffee table and art hung on his walls.

Once she was done staring, he handed one glass of red to her and kept the other in his hand. They both took a sip, turning to lean their backs on the edge of his white counter, side by side.

“So, what do you think?”

“It’s very Matty.”

“Thank you,” he chuckled, silently understanding exactly what she meant. “I like seeing you here.”

Este turned her head to face him. “What do you mean?”

“Dunno. I’m just always your guest, like at Greenhouse or your flat, or whatever. It feels good to welcome you into my space, you know? Let you in. Offer you a drink.” he tried to explain.

“You should have me over more often then, so we can stop cramming into me and Cate’s tiny flat or into the shop,” Este pointed out, swallowing some more wine.

Matty stepped forward to pace around the kitchen in front of Este, who now sat atop the chill white stone with dangling feet as they conversed.

“I mean I would, if you didn’t live a two and half hour train-ride away.” he argued. “But, to be fair, Manchester is cooler than London—so I’m not even bothered by going back up there.”

“London is way cooler than Manchester, dude. You guys have everything here,”

Matty came close and rested his free hand on the counter next to Este’s. “I guess. There’s something Manchester has that London doesn’t, though. And it’s pretty tough to beat.” he said, inching his fingers so close to hers that she could feel their warmth.

She quietly hoped he couldn’t see her cheeks burning. They were so hot that Este almost reached up to feel them, but remembering her hand was millimetres from Matty’s made her shut down the instinct and freeze in place. “And what’s that?” she asked.

The glasses of wine, now the least of their concern, were set down. With both hands now free, Matty planted one on the either side of Este, confining her between his rapidly beating chest and the flat surface she sat on. She spread her legs apart so he could stand between her thighs and watched as his eyes went back and forth between her eyes and her lips.

“You.”

Este didn’t leave much time to think before closing the space in front of her, pulling Matty in by the back of his neck and pressing their lips together. His hands grabbed her waist, squeezing needily. She pulled away before anything progressed, to mumble into his mouth, “At least London has me tonight.”

Dragging her in to continue, Matty’s hands wandered up and down her back as their lips moved in sync. It was gentle—but desperate—as what they had both been wanting finally unravelled before them. Este gripped the hair she’d previously toyed with on the dance floor, having gotten the impression that he liked it.

With a couple of tugs, as she let his tongue graze hers, she heard a low groan escape Matty’s throat. They were so close that she could almost feel its vibration against her. His hands migrated downwards, coming past her arse and teasing her upper thighs. Este’s skin tingled as his thumb caressed over it through her dress.

“I didn’t bring you here just to do this, by the way,” Matty clarified, exhaling and breaking contact to catch his breath. “It wasn’t some sick plan of mine to go to your nan’s party to be able to snog you in my kitchen afterwards.” He rested his forehead on hers in the meantime.

“I know.” Their laboured breathing filled the room. “Does that mean you want me to stop?”

“God, no.”

Este knew exactly what he wanted. With hands frantically running through his hair, she kissed him again—deeply—with an open and hungry mouth, eliciting a whine. Her touch lit his skin on fire, and it felt right to Matty. Like her lips were destined to be within his. He thought about the silliness of why they hadn’t been doing it all along.

“Why have we only come round to this now?” considered Este aloud, reading his mind and finding a break to speak as Matty trailed kisses down her jaw.

“No idea.” His lips focused on the skin right below her ear, as she moaned with shyness and his hot breath tickled her peach fuzz. “We’re a couple of pussies,”

She giggled and brought him back to eye-level. Matty’s hand now cupped her face, thumb rubbing back and forth on her cheek, moving their swollen mouths against one another again. The absence of his hands on her leg made Este eager for more of him.

“Can I unzip your dress?”

After she nodded enthusiastically, he did what she granted, yanking the gold hardware down to feel her smooth skin with his palms. In a similar fashion, Matty encouraged her to unbutton his shirt. What had been unhurried and delicate soon turned ravenous, Este and Matty's craving for each other becoming clear. They didn’t even bother bringing their clothes with them before she followed him up to his room, leaving the articles scattered on the kitchen floor.

When her back landed on his wrinkled sheets, he held himself above her and studied her with admiration. He playfully made fun of her choice of knickers, sporting a pair of red boy shorts covered in pink hearts, making Este cover her face in embarrassment. Removing them to reveal her blushing complexion, Matty met his lips with hers, both of them smiling into the kiss. His hand crept down near her hip, tracing a line over her skin to the spot where he then applied pressure to her clit through the red-patterned cloth.

“Matty, please,” Este moaned into his mouth and squirmed her hips upward for extra friction. He melted at the sound of his name escaping her lips, eventually making his way down between her legs.

He kept a hand pressing on the space right below her belly button as he pulled her underwear down her legs with the other. The pressure in her lower stomach was finally satisfied when Matty used his tongue on her wetness, focusing on the bundle of nerves that made her writhe in pleasure. As she tugged on his hair, he hummed into her, and Este whined in response.

Her chest heaved up and down, increasing in speed as Matty brought her closer and closer to the edge. He could tell Este would finish if he kept at it, so he pulled away, licking a stripe up her sternum to bring himself to be eye-to-eye with her again. She rolled her eyes at the smug look on his face before crashing her lips onto his. “I was close, you fucking prick.”

“I know.” he panted with a smile, before gasping at the feeling of Este gripping him over his boxers. “Fuck,” Matty moaned and collapsed beside her onto his back.

Pulling back his waistband, she rolled onto her side to reach in, wrapping her hand around him and pumping up and down. The drop of precum right at his tip swiped under Este’s thumb while Matty whimpered into her neck. She watched the muscles beneath the tattoo on his lower stomach convulse. Deciding he deserved a taste of his own medicine, she deprived him of contact once she saw his mouth drop open and eyes flutter shut in pleasure.

They opened violently as Matty was snapped out of the trance Este sank him into. He turned his head towards her, breathing heavily. “I see how it is.”

She tugged off her bra as he slipped protection on and climbed back between her legs, finally pushing into her—his hip bones flush against her body. Este latched at the curls on the back of his head, with his face buried into her neck, moaning in unison with the sounds of skin against skin. Matty wasn’t afraid to make noise, and that turned her on.

A light-headed feeling took over Este’s mind as the sensation of him inside of her overwhelmed her. It hadn’t been this good for her in a while. She clenched around him to draw a growl out of his lips and watched his face twist with indulgence as he returned to hovering above her.

Matty bit down on his bottom lip with his teeth, eyebrows furrowed, thrusts growing messy. The previous teasing, done by Este’s hand and Matty’s mouth, made their movements quick and left them already close to finishing. “Come on, Matty.” encouraged Este, wanting to push him to his climax.

Her almost pornographic tone of voice muttering his name made Matty drive into her with harder force for his last thrusts before one final push brought him there. He came and gasped—twitching within her—and dropped to his elbows, hiding his face in her hair. “Oh my god—fucking hell, Este.”

A couple seconds of open-mouth breathing passed before he pulled out and dove downwards to bring Este to her orgasm. Matty’s talented tongue lapped firmly as he held her buckling hips down to the mattress. He felt her hands lightly pushing on the back of his head, aching for as much pressure as possible. She moaned, crying out a ‘Don’t stop,’ when Matty moaned back. The vibration and feverish mouth against her cunt brought her over the edge, clenching the sheets in her fists and letting Matty’s name fall from her lips as she came.

After the come down of her climax, he laid his head on Este’s stomach. They panted, giddy and satisfied. She reached up and wiped a bead of sweat from above her eyebrow, before feeling Matty’s flushed face with the back of her hand.

“You’re burning hot.”

“Can you blame me, darling?”

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#matty healy #the 1975 #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x oc #the 1975 fanfiction #matty healy fic #tbsg #Spotify

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wistfulcynic · 1 year

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in December 2008 i moved permanently from the USA to the UK and promptly got an ear infection. It was intensely painful, like an ice pick through my skull. i took some OTC painkiller and lay in bed, moaning and miserable.

my (English) husband looked at me like i’d grown a third head.

“if it’s that bad why don’t you just go to the doctor?” he said.

“i--i can go to the doctor in this country!” was my reply.

at that time, it had probably been 5-6 years since i’d seen a doctor. Not since i stopped being on my dad’s insurance. Even when i’d had my own insurance (via my grad school institution as part of my teaching assistantship compensation, the same insurance as the professors had. Probably pretty good. Still too confusing and scary for me) i never felt like i had the spare cash to cover a copay, was always afraid that what i needed wouldn’t be covered by the insurance. i ignored an abscess in my mouth for weeks until it finally burst in a geyser of pus you definitely don’t want me to go into further detail about, because i was worried that would count as dental and i didn’t have dental coverage.

you get the picture. Health care in the US sucks hard.

when my ear was infected, my husband phoned his local GP surgery (with which i was not registered, i was an immigrant on a spouse visa, only arrived the previous week), got me an appointment later that day. They saw me, diagnosed me, gave me a prescription for antibiotics for which i paid (i think, at the time) roughly £7. Cleared up in a few days.

all i paid for was the prescription.

some years later my husband made me go to the doctor again. i was having random symptoms i wasn’t even sure were symptoms, a weird laundry list of stuff that could be connected or could be nothing. i went to the GP with this list, worried that they’d take one look at a heavyset woman and immediately go “lose weight fatty!” or “diabetes!” They did not. The doctor was a young-ish woman who listened carefully to everything i told her, looked at my list of symptoms, and said “we’ll test for other things, but I’m 99% sure this is a problem with your thyroid. i’m going to start you on some medicine while we wait for the test results.”

prescriptions were by then something in the neighbourhood of £8.

a few days later i got a call from the lab that had run my blood tests. They told me that my thyroid levels were through the roof, so high they were actively dangerous. Cardiac arrest was a likely outcome if it was left untreated. They advised me to get a prescription immediately, and were audibly relieved when i told them i already had one.

if i’d not been living in a country with free-at-the-point-of-service health care, i would not have seen a doctor. The NHS saved my life.

why am i going on about this? Well. It’s because NHS workers have planned a strike for later this month, and the press are already on the attack. Fearmongering about how this will throw the system into chaos, patients will go untreated, etc etc blah blah all with the very unsubtle spin of “blame the workers. Blame the strikers. They’re putting your lives in danger.”

zero mention of how dire the situation is in many hospitals. Not enough nurses (because Brexit among other reasons) and the ones we do have are overworked and underpaid. Too many patients not enough beds. Old buildings, old equipment.

none of which is a problem with the system. The system’s great. The system works. The problem is the predatory Tory government who would love nothing more than a privatised, US-style insurance-based healthcare system off of which they and their cronies can profit. The problem is how the government has been starving the NHS of funds for over a decade, under the guise of “austerity” and how we all need to muck in together. Except them, obviously. They’re different.

the problem is absolutely not the people striking because they, like nearly all of us in this country, are shamefully underpaid. Because they deserve compensation for their hard and dangerous work. Compensation they are not being given, despite their attempts at negotiation.

whenever collective action happens there are always people eager to blame the workers. Greedy nurses, refusing to treat us when we need them because they think their pay is more important. How dare they? They have a responsibility to do their jobs! i am urging all my UK mutuals and anyone who reads this not to be taken in by these spurious arguments or any spin doctoring from the news rags. Side with the workers! Side with the nurses. Side with the people who want the NHS well-funded and thriving. A robust national health service is a universal good. Ours is creaky and wobbling but that is from mistreatment, not because the principle is unsound. i promise you, however frustrating you find the NHS, an American-style system is far, far worse.

#national health service #britain #strikes #collective action #political #NHS #saira has Thoughts

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Warabie: ........*sigh*...........

Shimi:.....mmmm

Cirrina:....*snoring*... Hmm ....hm

Ikkan: ........................... She snores like your dad

Merv: hehehe

Cirrina:...mmmmm no I don't..

Merv: *reading*..............hm......oh! ikkan look we're home..... look at that!

Ikkan: wow.....look at all that green. It's been a while since I've seen that much grass........

[hello passengers we've landed in krillarney thank you for choosing the Marlin airport]

Shimi: ugh finally....

Warabie:....*huuuuf*... let's go... So where do we rent a car or something?

Ikkan: we still need to take the ferry.....

Cirrina: *yawn*.... did we land?

Ikkan: Yeah.. let's get out of here. let me get your bag for you.

Shimi: so where do we need to go?

Warabie: You said something about a ferry

Merv: yep we need cath the bus and head over to the dock catch a ferry and head over to the house. When's the next bus coming?

Ikkan: the next bus in 2 hours.....

Shimi: 2 hours? ....ugh!

Cirrina: ok so what do we do?

Ikkan: idk walk around the City. We are 30 minutes away let me just get a scuber.

Warabie: you need to get clothes and everything anyway dad.

Shimi: mmmmm.... alright......

Ikkan: is Mrs Cuddle still open?

Merv: yeah they're still serving food. I warn you now so brace yourself cuz Mrs. Cuddle has been waiting a long time to see you again.

Ikkan: I know

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Gai: woooow .... So this is all yours. All of it?

Neta: yeah......*huff*...... Yeah it's all mine. I didn't get that much merchandise. I just got a couple t-shirts and a figure, two figures, actually......*huff*.. ..It's actually quite rare. I checked online. They're selling for $500.

Gai: is this your old bass..... All beat up huh? You must have put a lot of love into it

Neta: I I-i did....... Well actually my uh ....my partner he uh......... He put a lot of her love in it. He took it to most of his tours so......

Gai: yeah I heard metalopod guy....... makes sense he seems like your type

Neta:...yeah...hehehe..heeee...*sigh*.........

Gai:...... Really nice place you have here. It's the same size as our house... That's not saying much about our old house....... What's that room

Neta: oh uhhhhh that's that's my daughter's room.....

Gai: oh yeah..... little Cici how old is she now 12?

Neta: she's 15 now

Gai oh..

Neta: Dad why are you here? Do you need money or something? Did you and kat fight or something?

Gai: what?! No! A man can't talk to his son after 18 years of no contact. No phone calls no visits or anything, didn't even get to see my granddaughter.

Neta: as if you ever tried to reach out to me

Gai: well how was I supposed to do that? How was I supposed to reach out to you when you're running around everywhere?

Neta: well you know when you're so used to bouncing from house to house It's kind of hard to stay in one place

Gai: well you know you did have a choice to stay at home but You didn't want that. Nothing was ever good for you

Neta: The fuck do you mean nothing was good for me? You moved me out of the house when I was 6!! You can't even handle a 6-year-old?!

Gai: not you! You were terrible!! You were angry, you were mean, you were spiteful! Almost every week I'd catch you stealing something from me! Every day you'd always have to defy me!!

Neta: I don't know dad maybe if you were emotionally there for me and actually been a father!...

Gai: I did my best!

Neta: you did your best?! YOU DID YOUR BEST?! YOU FUCKING ABANDONED ME!! YOU WERE NEVER THERE!! EVERY CHANCE YOU GOT TO DROP ME AT MY AUNT OR A COUSIN OR AT PULPO'S HOUSE YOU DID!!

Gai:......

Neta: EVER SINCE MOM DIED YOU'VE TREATED ME LIKE I WAS YOU BURDEN JUST A NUISANCE THAT YOU COULD NEVER GET RID OF AND YOUR GOING TO TELL ME THAT YOU WERE DOING YOUR BEST!! .....

Gai: YES!! I WAS DOING MY BEST YOU THINK I WANTED TO DROP YOU OFF ANYWHERE I COULDN'T HANDLE MY OWN PROBLEMS AND THEN I HAD TO HANDLE YOUR PROBLEMS ON TOP OF THAT I COULDN'T DO THAT SO I DID WHAT I HAD TO DO!

Neta:.....*sniff*...........

Gai: I wasn't the perfect father. I was emotionally distant I was neglectful and I was unavailable for a lot of things in your life.... .

Neta:...................

Gai:.... I'm......*sigh*..... I'm sorry..........I really am........

Neta:.....................

Gai: I just wasn't prepared to be a single parent..... I always expected Sydney to be there with me....... when she died.......... I..... I guess I just shut down....... I didn't know what to do so I didn't do anything.......

Neta:..........................

Gai: I just want to make things right.

Neta:..................... I don't think you can dad........I really don't............. The damage has already been done.

Gai:.......*sigh*........ I understand........ I just want you to know that I love you...............

Neta:.................

Gai: even though I had a hard time showing it....... I did.... I really did.... I wasn't there for you because I knew I would make things worse for you.

Neta:........................... So you dumped me in military school!?....................

Gai:.………….……....... When I enrolled you I just wanted you to be disciplined. I wanted you to have structure and order and stability all those things that I knew I wasn't able to give you............

Neta:....................................

Gai: when they assigned you to a combat Splatoon I-

Neta: WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU THINK THEY WERE GOING TO PUT ME IN?!?!?! INTELLIGENCE?! ENGINEERING?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!??

Gai:........................

Neta: YOU KNEW EXACTLY WHERE THEY WERE GOING TO PUT ME DAD!! I WAS EXPELLED TWICE, HISTORY OF VIOLENCE, BAD MENTAL HEALTH!! DID IT EVER CROSS YOUR MIND THAT THEY VIEWED ME AS DISPOSABLE!!!

Gai:.......................I didn't. I honestly didn't

Neta: *crying*.I had to watch my friends die!!!...I had to watch strangers die by my own hand....*crying*......do you know what that does to a person???!!!..... I was 14!!....that place ruined my life!! That place ruined me!...*sobbing*.............

Gai:........*sigh*...........neta

Neta:...*sobbing*.......

Gai: ...................... come here...... alright..... I'm sorry...... I'm sorry..........

Neta: *sobbing*

[hour and 45 minutes]

Neta:.....................................................................

Gai:......................................…...............................

Neta: *sigh*....*sniff*...............

Gai: are you okay

Neta:.no..... I'm used to it tho......[stretch]......*uggg*..how long are you going to be on the surface?

Gai: uhhh I'm planning on staying for a short while...... just trying to get acclimated.

Neta: .......... maybe we can get something to eat.... Maybe catch up and try not to fight

Gai:.....................ok............

Neta:.....ok

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Mahi: do you even know where you're going babe?

Mizole: yeah I'm just taking the shortcut I know where I'm going

ichiya: can't say the same thing about your career

Umishi: I can't believe you got 3 passes to the tidal wave festival. I heard they were sold out minutes after lunch?

Mahi: so The company that does these shows I think they're called 'meso company'. They work with neta and some other store owners. They help them sell their leftover merch and also let them sell tickets to their shows. One of the benefits is that they get vouchers every month so they can get a free pass to any show they all expire after the year is over

Umishi: ohhh that sounds nice you get a lot of benefits

Mizole: and he just gives you all of his passes?

Mahi: not all of them. He's saving five for Haar fest in the fall. I think it's some metal thing I don't know....I know Candi's going with him.......... Holy shit plucc-eeie's we need to go there!

Mizole: what? No we can't

Umishi: Great! Need to pick up some stuff.... I know we have a cooler but maybe we should get some more water and ice

ichiya: here buy a grill and charcoal and some food while you're at it. the food is expensive at festivals

Mizole: You can't buy your girlfriend food at the show.

ichiya: *glares* . .......... He's an extra 20. Buy yourself a tacky t-shirt.

Umishi: oh nice thanks [peck].... Be civil and don't start a fight. We're using his car.

Ichiya:..............................................................

Mizole:..............................................

Ichiya: soooo ...you and uhhh ..

Mizole: mahi

Ichiya: yeah them........... So did you meet them at the concert or did you just use the concert tickets that were meant for us behind my back?

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Warabie: wow this place is actually nice. I thought it'd be a lot more........ehhhhhh.. old fashioned

Ikkan: That's because we're in the tourist area. Locals don't live here and people who do live here moved here...... well..... Some locals live here. Noji has an apartment here.

Merv: yep damn shame they'll never truly get the krillarney experience.......

Shimi: which part are you in?

Merv: Wrassel. Wrassel Krillarney

Warabie: they have a shopping district here..... Dad you want to go shopping for some clothes? Maybe a suitcase?

Shimi: might as well since I'm going to be stuck here for a month. Ugh.... Judging from the people here, I don't think they have anything nice to wear.

Warabie: see this why you're here to begin with dad you never have anything positive to say. Come on let's go I'm sure they have some designer brands

Shimi: yeah. for farmers......

Warabie:*eye roll* just text me when the bus is here

Ikkan: alright.......you want to look around Cirrina?

Cirrina: ok you said Uncle Noji lived here?

Ikkan: yeah........ but I think he's home.

Cirrina: please

Ikkan: *sigh* ok..... why do we go to Mrs Cuddles first, get something to eat. They have the best fried cod

Merv: yeah and watch Ida give you a long awaited tongue lashing.

Ikkan:mmmmm

Cirrina: hehehehehe

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Gai: *eating* so they kicked you out of the band cuz you were sleeping with their old bass player?

Neta:..... Yeah if you want to word it like that.......*sigh*.....*eating*....it was just the front man who had a problem with it the other didn't really care.

Gai: do you at least get residuals

Neta: just a little I get a couple checks here and there. nothing much....

Gai: hmmmm........so how's your business holding up?

Neta:*eating*... It's going great..... opening a second location I'm planning on buying a house getting married lots to do

Gai: oh..........wow....... I missed a lot.....

Neta: yeah......... but......... you're here now I guess.......*eating*......

Gai: I'm surprised you want me back in your life

Neta: I don't

Gai: oh

Neta:.......... but you're here so might as well stay I don't care what you do anymore..... what made you decide to show up anyway?? it's not like I'm a successful musician anymore.... you need money or something?

Gai:.......................

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Warabie: hey mahi!! How's your little road trip

Mahi: it's umnm

Mizole: why are you still mad that I dumped you!!?? like it's been years get over it ?!

Ichiya: because you didn't fucking "dump me" You fucking ghosted me!!! You ignored my calls! You ignored my text!! You blocked me almost everywhere and didn't explain why!! Dumping someone is telling them to their fucking face not just leaving them confused and feeling like shit!!

Mahi: it's fine we're almost to the festival do you want me to get you something. I can get you a shirt and make you feel better

Warabie: nahhh I'm fine

Mahi: so how's the farm?

Warabie: we're not on the farm yet. We're in the city. My dad was forced to come with us so we have to get him close. It's a long story.

Mahi: oh damn you have to stay with your dad? It just keeps getting worse for you huh?

Mizole: see this is why this is why no one wants to be around you!! You're so overbearing and you overstep constantly! You have no concept of boundaries and you have no understanding of personal space!!

Ichiya: what do you mean? I don't understand boundaries!? I literally did not talk to you for several fucking months because I assumed you wanted to be alone and you know what I did?! I left you the fuck alone!!

Mizole: checking someone's Inkstagram five times a day isn't leaving someone alone!

Mahi: just give me one second........ Hey babe can you stop fighting with your ex please. You two are killing the vibe. Also, you're driving way over the speed limits kind of making me nervous

Mizole: sorry babe

Mahi:....... So when you get on the farm send me a picture and also bring back some stuff

Warabie: like what?

Mahi: I don't know fruit? Or something.... maybe a calf!

Warabie:... Like you take care of that... I gotta go see ya .......*huff*...dad it's been an hour we have enough things lets try to find ikkan.....he mentioned Mrs Cuddles.......... hey uhhh hello do you know where Mrs Cuddles is? think it might be a restaurant.

Stranger: oh Mrs Cuddles yeah? Yee uh jest gotta up to dolly wea pass te fork in roed don lef wen ya reech the stock for coaches It's going to be in the ridt next to the fritter bakery...

Warabie: ..............thank you

Stranger: cod bless.

Warabie: ..................................

Shimi: see this we go to nice places when we travel .... You actually understand what they're saying.

Warabie: Dad....uhg...... I'll just search it.......[ping]....... Here it is...... 'Dollyway pass' is a street name okay.. I think I understand what he was saying.... let's go.

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Mrs Cuddles: well well looky here. is that Merv?! Haven't seen you in months.... Did your wife ground you again hehehe.... I swear how you found that woman. I will never know

Merv: well I'm just here for a quick visit for the summer.... Just the regular please...... I also brought someone...

Ikkan: ....... hey Mrs Cuddles

Mrs Cuddle: No..... Absolutely not..... ikkan Kane!!........ It's been years since I've heard from you! No phone call, no visit, no email, not even a letter!

Ikkan: I'm sorry

Mrs Cuddle: your brother always drops by almost every month just to see me... And you can't even give me a letter. Not even a holiday card!.... Look at you as skinny as the day you left. Sit down.

Ikkan: hehe I've just been really busy....hehehe I'm really sorry.... I should write to you more....

Mrs Cuddle: you should! ... I've been taking care of you since you were nothing but ink! Changed your nappies and everything....... Still have that stain on my white blouse, it never came out...

Cirrina: hehehehehhehhehe

Mrs Cuddle: and who is this? Young lady well aren't you pretty?.... What's your name love?

Cirrina: Cirrina

Mrs Cuddle: cirrrinnnaa oh that's a lovely name. Is she yours

Ikkan: yeah she's my daughter my partner's the biological father

Cirrina: him and my dad are dating

Mrs Cuddle: oh..... ikkan... I have expected you to be in a relationship.........but then again I never expected your father either so hahahahaha. Have some food it's on the house.. Nice and fresh.... ikkan you drink?

Ikkan: not that much

Mrs Cuddle: stand up.........ummm...tall like your mother...... You can probably drink as much as she can too. I'll give you two mugs on the house

Ikkan: one is fine.........*sigh*........ You like this place so far Cici.

Cici: yeah it's nice. I like Mrs Cuddles she's nice

Ikkan: you'll see her again when I get married...

Cirrina: there's a lot of Octolings and inklings here and they look..... Native

Merv: That's because this place wasn't affected by the turf war.

Cirrina: really?

Merv: when the war started a lot of ink fish moved up here to escape the war didn't want to be part of it. Due to the landscapes we weren't affected by the flood all that much. A little bit of corrosion on the mountain.

Cirrina: so these octolings lived on the surface for their whole life? They were never underground? Like ever?

Merv:.....well a lot of them escaped from the underground...a lot of Octolings work in trade here. Most of these new buildings are made by octolings.

Cirrina: wow..... They don't have turf wars do they?

Ikkan: ehhhhhh..... It's not popular. But they do you have a lot of other fun stuff here

Warabie: ugh..... This place is confusing.....*huff*...... What the hell is a coach?

Shimi: *humpf*..

Ikkan: a coach is just what some call buses you'll get used to some of the lingo the longer you live here...........hey mom I oh-

Koi-koi voicemail: sorry, I can't be on the phone right now I'm currently on vacation and I'm probably drunk hehehehehe leave a message at the tone

Ikkan: ok.... Hi Mom, I made it home safe. Just wanted to let you know that. Enjoy your vacation.bye....... love you....... Let's head to the bus stop and hit the ferry. We're almost home.

Cirrina: Wait you promised we were going to visit Uncle Noji!

Ikkan: did I? I don't remember that.

Cirrina: but you said-

Ikkan: I say a lot of stuff sweetie. I can't keep up with the shit I say let's go

Mahi and Umishi bought so much shit from plucc-eeies they bought a tent and everything they got a lot of knick-knacks for everyone except for @fish-at-fish-fish-resort @catastropic

#Mrs. cuddle is not a cuddle fish she's actually a pollan fish #there's going to be a lot of pollen fish #neta is bpd coaded #Gai is a deadbeat dad but he's not like a terrible person.#I mean he is a bad guy but like at the same time he's not. he's kind of like BoJack if you get what I'm saying #plucky's It's just buc-ee's for Splatoon #If you don't know what buc-ee's All I can say it's not a gas station and it's not a truck stop. it's an experience #if they weren't in a car I feel like umishi and mahi would enjoy watching their partners fight.#they like the drama #ichiya and mizole were toxic and everyone hated them as a couple but they love the drama. they ate that shit up #every time they fought online it was an event #we're going to get to the farm and the festival next time I swear

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