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blue ice | chapter five: kill my mind

❝cause you're a force of nature look at what you've done I can taste the danger but I don't wanna run so pull me to the ground and I won't put up a fight i'm a caution taker, but baby you're a force of nature❞

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

CHAPTER FIVE: KILL MY MIND

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

Harry

Through his lips electricity surged through my soul.

The kiss was eccentric as we collided against each other in the most perfect way I couldn’t explain. It made my brain melt into mush and my body crave it constantly as the seconds went on and our bodies moved against each other. And it felt endlessly wrong to extends higher than the skies above, but we just couldn’t seem to tear away.

Our lips moved like running water against rocks in a rushing stream, desperate to reach the end, the fall. The serenity and the peace within our heated kiss made my head spin and my body react strangely as I quickly became addicted.

His lips made me intoxicated and dizzy as my body fought for air between our lips colliding over and over and over. My mind was running wild with a million thoughts a minute, why and how was this happening I thought?

I didn’t know what could have happened next, only in this moment my mind erupted with want and a prying essence of new feelings pouring out of my heart and searing their way onto his cherry red lips. His breath fanned over me as I felt him shake his head, denying what had already been done and fated as a spark erupted in the both of us.

I pulled him closer to me as I whispered sweet nothings, a tender moment after a clandestine kiss.

The look in Louis’ eyes screamed a version of a terror dream I could never comprehend, or perhaps it was a nightmare. Perhaps I would never know I repeated to myself as I tried to make sense of it all.

Louis stumbled backwards, creating space between us as our eyebrows furrowed. After such a heated kiss space was usually not needed, yet he couldn’t feel more far away than now.

He ran his hands through his hair as his eyes rushed red as a vein popped out from the skin of his forehead, almost seeming angry but at himself and the world as I observed it all from a close distance. Not knowing what to do at all in this strange moment where everything felt as if was all a dream. Floating in a reality that was artificial, but potent and raw like the feeling of the sun encasing your body with bright joy and erupting fireworks of fantastically fascinating fantasies.

“Fuck- Harry that shouldn’t have happened.” He said as his voice was strained with worry as he looked around frantically searching for an answer as none seemed to be known to him or I or the space around us.

After an eternity the elevator opens, and Juniper greets us at the door as she stands in shock as if she saw through the entire scene of Louis and I locking lips as my cheeks flush in embarrassment.

“Did you see that?” I asked whisper quiet, barely audible only for Juniper, Louis, and I to hear in the empty hallway as our voices echoed in the empty hallway like a ghost town.

“Oh, only all of it.” She spoke casually with sarcasm laced in her words like an addictive drug. My eyes widened as my mind raced to an invisible deadline that was nowhere in sight, and the thought was terrifying.

Overwhelming feelings cascade over me like a waterfall of bright colors, mixed together and creating new emotions that can’t find their way to untangle with each other. As if they’re meant to be forever intertwined, but in the mix of dark and light in my mind, there is no clear answer, there is no clear ending and beginning, only existing, only forward on.

“Harry?” Louis asks quietly, only audible to my ears as if he was a heartbeat away, my eyes focused on him as he dwindled his fingers as his eyes twinkled with crystal light.

And as clear as his ocean was, it was rocky with thunderous storms coating the entire sea.

And I was trapped directly in the middle of it all.

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Louis

As I come to the sense of reality is real and all of this isn’t some distinct cruel dream that I’ve been forced to believe is law; I come to realize my feelings for Harry are more than I thought they ever were before.

And forevermore they give me a light feeling as if I was flying, but I have no clue if they are here to stay, but the flutter in my heart begins to say otherwise.

My heart beats wildly as Juniper Harry and I all sit on the couch cushions of our overgrown hotel room that’s a mix between a deluxe suite and an apartment.

Rain beats down on the land below of Lythorn as thunder booms and crackles mercilessly on every living person in this town, and even the dead.

Only the glow of the TV creates a background noise in the back of my head as I look to Harry in the silence, unsure of what to say.

Juniper looked to us as she left the room cautiously as I pondered to where she was going. But alas only time could tell the tales long forgotten.

Suddenly, a new though plots its way into my brain as I’m trapped in a never-ending reality of scattered thoughts and the only calm in the storm seems to be the emerald in Harry’s green eyes.

“Yeah?” Harry finally answers as I look to him with a raging storm in my eyes. Unable to control the next moment, swept up in the strong current that kept me fighting for air in the headspace that I was in.

“When we kissed, did you feel anything?” I asked quaintly as Harry looked to the floor for a moment as the small flame in my heart began to fizzle out as I felt shame after the words I was dying to say went clumsily past my lips. In only a whisper.

“I felt something Louis, I did. Once I kissed you, I couldn’t stop.” Harry admitted truthfully as I blushed wildly at his confession.

But alas, all of this felt so wrong, with Milo being none the wiser that I had gotten myself into a strange English love affair that seemed to weave its way between my heartstrings.

But, with Harry everything felt oddly strange, of course, forbidden but, as if it was meant to be. Something in me compelled it to be truth, to be law, tangible and palpable.

“Harry, there’s something between us, and I don’t know what, but whatever it is, it’s dangerous. The second I threw my thoughts out the window when I kissed you is when I knew I couldn’t avoid it anymore.” I confessed as I looked into his eyes as we sat in the quiet pale dim light of the lamp next to the hotel living room couch.

Harry swallowed heavily before he said another word, inching closer but still worlds away from the final ending. My lips almost itched to be on his again, his warm body against mine is what I craved.

Then, it struck me like lightning in a sea storm.

My feelings for Milo didn’t even compare to what a relevance, an enchantment Harry’s aura had swarmed me in. It all felt so surreal, but I knew there was no going back from this.

And I wouldn’t ever want to.

“Well that dangerous, is addictive Louis, and I think that I like you.” Harry spoke quietly as he leaned his face closer to mine with a hushed whisper tucking in between his strawberry red lips as his breath fanned in my face.

His innocent smile paired with the flirty aura dancing around us like sugar canes in a children’s Christmas daydream had my head beginning to spin. Though I’d soon be coming down to earth as I looked into Harry’s eyes without saying a single word.

Not a single breath left my body as I discovered what I already knew.

That was then, I knew.

“I think I like you too, Harry.” I said as I tasted his name on my lips as I’d quickly rather the taste of his on mine.

As my body inched closer to his innocent sparks flew around us as they lit up a fire deep inside us that raged and demanded to be set free from its cages.

And as soon as the fire could be set, it came alive with the touch of his hands against mine. Our fingers intertwined as they spread and planted deep roots in our souls like trees in a dark forest. His anchor tattoo intertwined with my ropes as our souls tied together in this dangerous dance amongst the fires of forbidden things never to touch the surface of the pure and iridescent.

“Louis?” Harry questioned, his deep voice echoing the hotel room as my ears perked up at the sound of his gravely tone.

“Yes?” I reply mischievously with a hint of something indescribable in my eyes as I looked towards him. Dark swirls of emotion cascade into my bloodstream and present themselves through my senses as everything seems to have a hazy rose-colored hue over it.

“Kiss me.” He whispers in one breath quickly as he does a onceover of me and the remainder of the room.

“This feels so horribly wrong, but I couldn’t care.” I replied back to him as my self conscious was already weighing the options, but the grief and guilt I would carry for this was already worlds heavier.

I looked into his eyes as the amber-colored light set everything alive as the skies turned a stormy blue as thunder roared and shook the building and my soul to its core.

His lips met mine with a fury light brighter than the lights when you met heaven, and darker than the blood curdling red that is described as hells unwelcoming home.

Our lips glided against each other like a skier on a slippery winter’s slope. My body melted against his as I found myself on top of him, hands intertwined and so were our souls.

A rainbow of emotion busted from the deep depths of my stomach as it kept my body aflutter and floating around this heavenly feeling that had covered me in an ivy like substance, spreading deep and searing into our kiss.

And the ivy was Harry, it was Harry.

I grabbed his face gingerly as his mouth opened gradually to meet my awaiting tongue as it slipped dangerously and slowly into his mouth as I explored it, claiming every territory as if it was my own.

His strong fame incased my smaller body as if his heart was destined to fit in mine.

“L-Lou, fuck that was good. Really good.” Harry said gasping for air as I looked to where his body and mine connected as I was straddling him on top of his lap.

He sat up leaning against his palms on the couch as I ran a hand through my hair as we sat quietly. Blushing and simply wondering what this whole ordeal would turn into. A flame incased my heart, not daring to burn or to spread, just to fuel the fire that Harry had set inside of me.

Harry smirked at me infamously as he looked to me happily as if I was the sun, incasing the whole sky as the biggest star.

And maybe, I was, maybe... I could be.

This was the very first page of something unknown, and Harry had written it, deep in the depths of oceans of romance and clandestine forbidden love. And maybe I could discover the unknow, with Harry.

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I sat on my bed quietly after the confusing aura around the universe had left. As usual I watched the news as they continued to update the public about the case.

I watched as my eyes flickered around the room for something to fill the time. Eventually I laid down on the bed fully from my supine position and ran a hand through my hair as I found myself here, in the silence alone.

I pondered to how Juniper and I would continue the case as new evidence seemed to present itself in my brain as I was sitting in silence.

I hoped that we would find a lead suspect by now, but unfortunately it almost feels like we’re running in circles with each lead we get. Though hopefully with my lead about the brambleberry bush and Erika’s killer knowing of her identity before she was murdered would eventually lead to something.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I continued to chase my wild thought as I had nothing better to do except think of how we would eventually solve this case.

But it didn’t make any sense, how would her killer even though she was in the forest that afternoon, unless she was lead, or.. someone was with her.

A new possibility opened as I continued my thought as my mind and heart raced as I could be on to something! At least, I hoped that I was.

I grabbed my investigator notepad that I carried around to jot down important things about suspects or leads in cases. I looked to the pen and paper as my mind roared to life like a car in dormant rest in a Nasar race. Ready to race to the finish line, to the conclusion of the murder.

It would make sense that someone could have been with Erika that day, there had to be, and where there’s someone else, there’s witnesses.. and there’s a lead.

I pondered to whom, and what they could have done with that information that Erika was no longer alive. Or they could have killed her themselves, if they were the person responsible for her death, this could be a major lead in the case!

Suddenly my ears perked up at the sound of a breaking news story. I wondered what it could be as I sat up slowly to look to the TV as the newsman spoke carefully at the new information.

“Breaking news, boyfriend of slain Erika Blokes is admitted to the Lythorn Police Office, insiders say that he could be involved with Erika’s murder. Police Chief Liam Payne says top detective and investigator on the case are to meet with the suspect in question at the department headquarters later today, back to you.” The newsman concluded as I shut off the tv as my phone rang not a moment later, in no doubt it was the chief calling us in.

I picked up the phone with no haste as Liam’s voice echoed on the other end of the phone as Juniper knocked on my door quietly as she stepped in to hear the important phone call.

She smiled to me as Chief Payne disclosed the important information that we would need before heading over to the station.

“Tomlinson, we’ve got Erika’s ex-boyfriend Jake Collins, he claims he was at the crime scene when she was killed. I’m gonna need you and Young to get over here quickly. By the looks of it, kids’ a mess, I think you may be able to milk a confession outta him.” Liam spoke in a serious tone as I nodded as another officer at the police department was on the phone with Juniper as well as we both ended our calls. We looked to each other for a quick moment as we both know what we had to accomplish. Though I couldn’t believe I was spot on! I shrugged my shoulders excitedly as I was already hyped up to know more information on this lead we had. Though now I could be confident the case would go more smoothly than I thought.

Though Anna’s case still had to be considered, because it was linked with her sisters whatever information we would get from this would most likely carry over to her ‘mysterious’ disappearance. Though I still believe that there was more to what happened to Anna that day. And hopefully, she truly hadn’t suffered the same fate as her sister, after all.

Their mother had mentioned that Erika had went on about looking for Anna, and she still had hope that she could still be alive, even after all of these years. Anna most likely had been lured, and unfortunately by my beliefs, so was her sister.

Though setting up the case for a major turn new information would most definitely have an impact on the final verdict. Though it’s far from over.

We’re just getting started

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Juniper

The car ride to the station was quick, the sun setting swiftly in the sky as it almost looked as if we were chasing it as we were chasing the traffic to the department. Desperate to get the reigns on this new lead in the case that had already run rapid out of control thanks to the news coverage.

I looked to Louis as my words were caught in my throat as he kept his hands firm on the steering wheel, though wearing a small smile on his face from his ‘earlier’ endeavors. I rolled my eyes at that thought but smiled just the same.

I couldn’t be the one to bring it up to him, but whether he likes it or not I couldn’t pretend I didn’t hear what I heard back at the hotel between Harry and him. Though nonetheless Milo always seemed eerie towards Louis ever since I had known him. Always so far but never close enough. As if he never had a grasp on what he truly wanted. All those years Louis pondered, and wondered what the relationship was to blossom into with the days, weeks, months and years to become. But I wasn’t sure if they ever amounted to anything, and neither did Louis.

Though the seemingly blooming feelings that were blown around in the airs of caution almost seemed to be a seedling of something to be, and what could be. I couldn’t deny that Louis’ feelings for Milo were always so strong, but now it seems like Luis would reflect on all that wasted time, and decided to start anew.

Time could not tell this curious tale, only heart, truth and an aura of something simpler, something wiser, something purer would come to pass.

Louis pulled into the station quickly as news anchors were already swarming the building as it made it difficult to actually get into the police station without running into unknown people at the Lythorn news department.

One thing I had noticed about the people of Lythorn, was that they were always attentive to what mattered, always searching for more information as it came to them. They were always lusting for more, and more had come... with the new light of the case.

“What is going on?!” A newscaster asked as many more began barking inaudible questions at us as we began to get out of the car and attempt to go into the police station. Despite the madness, the chief of police and officer Horan walked out of the station and escorted us into the building amid all of the newspeople’s allegations and looming questions.

“At this time the case is still pending, we think we may have the suspect in question, but we won’t releasing any names since he is a minor.” I concluded as the newspeople began shoving more microphones towards us as Louis waved them off and refused to answer any of their many questions casually.

“Louis why aren’t you telling them anything?!” I questioned confusingly as Louis stopped in his tracks and turned around to face the looming questions that were yet to be answered.

The cloudy grey skies that surely loomed a storm could not match the look in Louis’ eyes at this moment. He looked to me in indescribable way as he went out of his way to answer the questions quickly before going inside.

“Just wanna be sure before we tell the public anything June-bug, I feel like we’ve got it, and I don’t want to mess it up.” Louis nodded solemnly as I shook my head with understanding.

“We’ll get this Louis, don’t worry.” I said comfortingly as he smiled to me and embraced me in a quick hug as we both went inside.

“So, what’s it looking like Officer.” Louis nodded to Niall as he began to speak on the outlook on the situation with the kid.

“Kid’s a wreck; said he’s ready to confess to whatever you tell ‘em. Don’t know what the hell’s going on in that kid’s brain but he’s properly petrified.” Niall nodded as he sipped his coffee as he picked it up off his desk with the label ‘HORAN’ on it as I took note of it.

“Well Niall how would you fell if you’re girlfriend got murdered and you spoke up about it and police want to haul you into the station?” I questioned playfully as Niall shrugged and lead us further into the station we saw when we first got into Lythorn.

I thought back to that very first day we passed the ‘welcome to Lythorn’ sign, it felt like forever ago in retrospect. But I couldn’t decide whether whatever was going to happen next would have a major impact on our lives moving forward. But however it turned out I knew that we would definitely remember this for a long time going forward. But there’s much more road to cover in this case, but there’s only so much you can go from without running into a dead end.

All this time we’ve been searching for an answer, but I knew that the answer would come in riddles we’d have to decipher. And right now, the road to hope was running short.

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As time went on, we patiently awaited the arrival of the conclusion to the final question of the day. Whether or not Jake Collins killed Erika Blokes. Or what does Anna’s disappearance have to do with it all.

Or possibly, I pondered, could she never be dead at all? What if she was alive all this time and we had it all wrong? After all that has happened so far, I wasn’t ruling anything out until we had a sure answer and every possibility of a doubt was buried and set in stone to make no return to the case.

Though one thing still left my heart aflutter, and my brain ablaze, if Jake had truly killed Erika, what reason could he possibly have to do that? It made no sense, though the theory I had was merely circumstantial, something told me that he hadn’t done it, but I couldn’t be sure until we had questioned him.

Erika’s killer knew of her before she was killed, or else she wouldn’t have been in the brambleberry thicket that afternoon. Perhaps she was chased? I wondered, or led, my brain continued on to make a multitude of conclusions inside of my head that could eventually come to pass.. but I would never know if they would after all.

“Louis, Juniper, Mr. Collins is in room 2B, I’ll be accompanying you into the room. He isn’t being held on any charges, this is just a meeting between us and him to get some information, go easy on him.” A unknown but seemingly familiar voice said wearyingly, I turned to the direction of the voice, desperate to the answers buzzing around my head in nonstop motion. I looked at the features across her face, Aurora. I had known her well as a smile etched upon my face at her presence, she smiled to us as Louis ran over and gave her a hug before she led us to the room Jake was no doubt to be in.

“Rory, how are you love?” Louis said excitedly as she giggled quietly as she was embraced in his warm hold. They broke apart quickly as they both realized there was more work to be done. But that couldn’t stop a small smile from creeping on my face slowly seeing the both of them so filled with joy.

The story of Louis and Aurora is sweet with a bittersweet twist of an ending, as far as I remember Aurora had moved in with Louis’ family early in their relationship, after a mysterious fire committed by an arsonist that was driving the city of Doncaster rampant. Then not soon after the two became quickly bonded like siblings but as they drifted into their college years, moreover when Louis and Milo began their premature romance the spark between Aurora and Louis faded out into a darkness of unexplainable proportions.

Suddenly, one night Aurora had mysteriously flown out of the city of Doncaster in search of bigger things that were unknown to all of us. To this day I still wonder where she went or what she could have been up too during that time, though the tale has told itself now that she is present and back again in our hearts and minds.

“I’m wonderful Lou! Now, we can talk all about this later, there’s a possible murderer waiting in room 2B!” Aurora rushed in all seriousness with a mix of playful tone in her voice as we both descended down the dark hallway.

I looked to the fading sun as it dipped down in the sky over the horizon while warm colors left a temptation for warmer weather as it left many of us to wonder when the sun would rise up again, would we rise to the challenge to complete the deep depths of this case.

Or would we sink to the bottom, cold, forgotten and completely out of options.

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Author

The cold interlude of the examining room stands to reason why Jake Collins was absolutely terrified of the people facing him on the opposite side of the room.

He almost felt as if he was bait for sharks, the case of his late girlfriends sister hadn’t gone on for years, as soon as they found a single piece of evidence that could stand to reason for the crime. He knew they would act fast to solve it.

And he was their bait, he was their target.

At least, it illuded to be as such, but all would be revealed as he began to give more information to the rather short investigator and detective duo sitting across from him.

“We’re just here to ask you a few questions lad, tell me what did you see that day?” Louis asked Jake quietly as he looked around the room, avoiding the handsome investigator’s eyes and glance, afraid of what might be lying under his ocean eyes. Could it be evil, or magic? Jake whispered to himself as his mind created delusions that he couldn’t tell apart from reality.

And with his body spinning out of control, Jake tried to gain sense of it all. After all, he wouldn’t want Erika to die in vain, so he did what anyone else would do.

He looked him in the eye and sold his soul.

To whatever forces were above, he hoped his information would help catch the killer who took Erika from Jake.

Who took Erika from everyone?

“Erika had said she seen a shadow as we were walking. And I shook off the eerie feeling because it was still daylight, though walking in the historian’s brambleberry thicket wasn’t such a good idea. But we were hopeful, until they appeared out of nowhere.” Jake spoke quietly as Aurora entered all the information he was revealing to them into the filing system for the Lythorn police department.

“They? Did you see their face?” Louis questioned as Jake nodded his head with a no, he continued on the story he had memorized ever since that day, hoping he wouldn’t lose the reigns on the memory just yet.

He couldn’t let it fade, not ever.

“No, but Erika was searching for her sister Anna. She was still hopeful that she was alive, that was why we were there that day, investigator.” Jake gulped quietly as he felt a heavyweight upon his shoulders for something he thought would be easy. But as it came to pass, nothing was ever easy in the sights of a cold case turned reopened murder investigation.

“We were planning to run away together to find her, because there’s this rumored old village linked to the town off shore of the river. But you can’t ever see it because its deep on some sort of island off shore. And it’s always raining so… the fog covers it.” Jake continued as Juniper and Louis nodded as they continued to intake the information.

“She was really deadest on finding her sister?” Juniper asked as Jake nodded with certainty.

“She was, she had almost driven herself mad about it. She created all these theories and ideas of how the police went wrong. She really had hope when she discovered you two were being added to the investigation of her sisters case. She wanted to help, that’s why we had went to search for her. Because Erika, Anna and I had always played in those woods when we were little kids. But never this deep into it, as we were.” Jake continued as Louis looked to Juniper suspiciously at his choice of words.

“Driven mad, you say? So... she was driven mad about her sister being gone and you two were driven mad about running away together, why were you ever going to do that?” Louis questioned as he furrowed his eyebrows at the teen sitting across from him.

As the light shone on his eyes, he looked as if he was a deer caught in headlights. Jake’s mouth went slack, as if he was at a loss for words.

“Because I didn’t want her to go alone. And there’s too many memories of this old town and bad things happening to good people. Neither of us could take it any longer, and now look what’s happened.” Jake spoke defeatedly as he held his head in his hands.

Louis and Juniper both looked to each other. As the sun set on this conundrum of a day, there was only one thing for certain in this world.

They now knew who the killer was.

And it couldn’t have been Jake.

But mysteries loom where madness and curiosity begin to fill in the blanks, so as more information is revealed. The more the both of them begin to suspect the true answer was in front of them all along.

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After the examination with Jake, Louis drove Juniper and himself back to the hotel. The city lights at night created a perfect scenery for a picturesque dream. Though the events of today only added up to nothing short of an absolute nightmare.

But it was real, and there was no escaping it.

“So... Louis?” Juniper questioned quietly with a hint of something mischievous in her voice, but it was hidden between bookends of something more. Something pure, something iridescent was in the air, was it love? Was it trust?

It wasn’t to be known what was in the air, but to who was spreading the toxin, the antidote, and the sickness to all of this confusion that loomed in the streets of Lythorn. All of the chaos, all of the history and all of the new blood incased in a messy murder cased seemingly turned bad.

“Yes June-bug?” Louis questioned carefully as he kept his eyes on the road, seeing the blue moon hotel in plain sight as the traffic began to ease up and become lighter as Louis’ car raced down the streets towards home.

A temporary home, at least.

“Do you like Harry?” Juniper finally revealed as Louis looked to her with an offended look on his face.

“Why would you ask that, June we’re in the middle of a murder case and you’re asking me if I like fucking Harry love! Jesus!” Louis said defensively as he simply refused to answer the question at this time.

Why were his feelings for Harry important anyway? He questioned quietly to himself. Though he couldn’t deny the way his heart seemed to fit perfectly in his hands was all he ever searched for, and all he ever wanted.

But he couldn’t be drawn to him, could he?

“Tommo answer the question you wank!” Juniper said immaturely as she hit his shoulder lightly and playfully as he continued to drive through the traffic.

Louis rolled his eyes and let out a string of curse words before finally answering with a small yes, that could barely be heard audibly over the traffic.

“I knew it,” Juniper said accomplishedly “you thought I didn’t hear you guys making out in there, you practically forgot we’re in the same hotel room Louis! Walls are thin you know.” Juniper said with a smirk as Louis licked his lips at looked to her for a split second before stroking his chin and looking back to the traffic.

“But, in all seriousness darling it feels so wrong. But I can’t help but want him, it’s impossible!” Louis admitted as silence fell over the both of them.

“But you and Milo Louis, I mean you know how he is, you two just..” Juniper started as her sentence fizzled out into a little over nothing as Louis nodded in understanding.

“I know, we’ve been on and off for years and I just feel like he doesn’t want what I want. Relationships are all about love and trust and it all just feels so artificial, why can’t it feel the same as Harry an I do? Am I the problem?” Louis voiced sincerely as Juniper shook her head and dismissed him.

“No... it’s just, you and Milo are just strange together you know? And for years you’ve been trying to make it work but he just keeps tearing it down, I know how hard you’ve worked Louis, I just don’t think it’s built to last.” Juniper voiced solemnly as Louis nodded finally, in defeat.

“I feel like a dirty cheater, well that’s because I am. I’ve always felt safe with Milo, I’ve just never wanted anything else, and now Harry is here and he’s making me feel shit! Dammit!” Louis said as he held his head in his hands at the stop light as I hugged him sincerely as we shared a moment together.

“Don’t you remember when Milo allegedly had that fling with that girl when you guys were on a ‘trial’ breakup senior year of high school? Isn’t that how you feel right now?” Juniper asked in all seriousness as Louis’ eyes widened in understanding.

Now he finally knew.

“I still don’t believe that, it’s bullshit, just some stunt to bring his football career down, you know she was spying with our rival back then.” Louis mentioned playfully as Juniper hit him on the shoulder again as Louis let out a laugh at their silliness on the drive back to the hotel.

Suddenly, Louis’ phone rang in the silence as he fumbled to get it out of his pocket as traffic picked back up. Juniper watched as Louis attempted to reach it as it bounced off the dash and onto the floor mats as she let out a horrendously loud laugh at his attempt.

“Oh shuddup, you couldn’t have done better, will you get it for me, hurry before it stops ringing!” Louis voiced quickly as Juniper bent down to pick it up before the ringing stopped and the call went to voicemail.

“It’s the chief of the Doncaster PD.” Juniper voiced confusingly as she picked up the call nonetheless as she pressed the button as she held it up to her ear as Louis continued to drive, being mindful of her facial expressions giving clues to the details of the call.

“Okay, bye.” Juniper said quickly before she hung up the call, all color drained from her face as she looked to Louis, all words seeming meaningless as she discovered there was no more hope, no longer, not a drop in her spirit.

“Louis, Milo’s dead.” She said finally, before Louis pumped the breaks in the hotel parking lot.

It felt almost as if the world stopped spinning.

A/N: ABSOLUETLY GUTWRENCHING ENDING, cliff hanger as well also, Hehe.

#queen of cliff hangers

Besides that, VERY long chapter, how does everyone like Blue ice so far? Let me know what you think in the comments!

What do you think of Louis’ and Juniper’s friendship? I absolutely love it, and Larry’s newfound relationship suddenly blooming into something more.

Not to mention the new details of what REALLY happened to Erika Blokes that day.

But overall, how was the chapter?

Gentle reminder, there are FIVE chapters left to this epic conclusion of a short story.

What could there be in store more for the Lythorn police department? Or the history of Lythorn?

Could it finally go up in shambles? Or will the investigator and detective duo rise it out of the ashes?

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Motion Sickness Chapter 62

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I kicked my feet up and I watched the striper dance before me. I took a long draw on my packed pipe and since Aurum was doing it, I tossed some bills on the striper. Why the fuck not?

She bent down low in front of me in pretty white bottoms. She had pretty blue eyes besides and a frilly matching white top. She danced in front of Aurum and I and he poured me a drink.

I took it from him with grace and sipped on the alcohol slowly, though faster than I might normally.

"No word on your mustached man," he told me. "I've been keeping an ear to the ground about it and I haven't heard a thing. If only you'd seen his weapon, man. Then we'd have something to go off of."

I grunted and nodded. I took a swig of drink.

"Can I get something sugary up here for Neo? Girliest, sugariest drink you have in the house. All the better if it has ice-cream in it."

Neo hit me in the side but smiled. She didn't disagree.

"One fuzzy navel coming right up," Aurum called out to a wait staff member who was passing by on the second floor of his club. The man nodded and took the order. Like all of Aurum's waitstaff the man was good looking. Stand out in a crowd good looking. Almost hunter angel-like good looking.

Aurum owed me. For killing Tyrian. Neither of us said it but mass murderers are bad for business, they brought the wrong kind of attention. He was paying me off with drink and women a little. Or trying to. I was hard to buy off with such trivial things. I wasn't saying I couldn't be bought with it. That seemed like a bit much. And the dancer was beautiful with those baby-blues. She reminded me of my first crush a little.

I was good for his business because I was so dangerous. Keeping me happy was good for his business because I was so dangerous. It was a razor that might cut one of us but for now he was happy and I was happy so why not drink with one another and party while I waited for my information to come in?

I'd already paid for it by murdering some of his enemies and he'd probably tell me about it as soon as he knew something because Cinder Fall was another murderer who wasn't interested in the drug game or playing the game like I was.

"Cloud, I still don't have any news on the others you asked me to watch out for. Cinder Fall or Hazel Rainart."

"Cinder Fall is probably not her real name anyways. Plus she could be working through some other associates. Emerald Sustrai or Mercury Black."

"I'll keep an eye out for them all the same. Did you learn what you needed from Avalanche?"

"I did. The General's project wasn't so secret after all. Hard to keep everyone in on something that large quiet."

"Fair enough." He said without asking me more about the project. He probably didn't care to know the details so long as it didn't affect his business ventures. "Come with me. Try some hyper," he said. He was trying to buy me off with drugs as well. He'd hooked me up with more greens. I'd paid a little but it was discounted.

"I don't know that I should. I already have some psychosis. That's what the weed is for."

"Oh it's not so bad. Just an intense rush."

"Isn't it a pro-psychotic?"

"Maybe a little. I'm not a doctor. Try some, you'll be fine."

I shrugged my shoulders. Fuck it. Why not? What was the worst thing that could happen if I did? I'd become a murderer? That ship had sailed, thanks. I'd become involved in the drug game? A bit late, thank you. An alien goddess would seize control over my mind, again? Maybe. But I couldn't live in fear of Mother all the time.

He cut out a line of the stuff and showed me how to inhale it.

I did. I pulled deeply into my nostrils and up into my sinuses.

I leaned back as the powder filled my nose and dripped down my esophagus a little. It hit my brain fast and hard. Aurum had been right. It was intense.

And it was a rush. I was zooming. My brain strummed like it was endlessly hitting a high wiry note on an electric guitar with an amplifier. Volts coursed through my veins in my skull. My arteries seemed to be full of odd amps. Like I'd been shot in the head by some kind of electric gun.

Bugs wiggled their way around behind my eyes more intensely than ever. I just didn't care as I leaned back into my seat once more.

I swear I could almost hear mother's voice over the din of the music in The Den. But only just. It wasn't bad now that I thought about it. Just a dull whisper. Just some bitch talking to me like she owned me.

What else was new?

My leg was moving restlessly. I felt like I was about to jump out of my skin.

Neo sucked on a long blue bendy straw next to me and on impulse I nearly took it from her hands and threw it across the room. I reigned myself in, though. There was no reason to do that. I just needed to sit back and relax… relax… relax.

My brain seemed stuck in a loop and I repeated that over and over in my head like a mantra. Relax… relax… relax… why wasn't I relaxing?

I drank and smoked some more. I drank like I was thirsty and I smoked like my personal stash wasn't running a bit low before I'd bought some more.

It felt damn good to over indulge and crossfade myself as thoroughly as I could.

"Well you're handling it well," Aurum said. "That was your first time, no?"

"It is. Was. Whatever." My heart beat fast and my leg bounced. "I want to kill something. Is that normal?"

"Depends. For you, probably. You're a killer."

I nodded. That made sense. It was hot in all my clothes so I stripped my armor off and set it beside Neo and I on one of the long couches.

I sat back and watched the dancer before me work as my vision came in and out. Blackening and refocusing.

It beat a steady tide in rhythm with my heart.

"Though there is one man in town who I thought you should know about." Aurum told me. I wasn't sure how he was staying so fucking calm.

"Oh?" I asked.

"Name's Adam Taurus. Old White Fang member. He's another killer. Caused the SDC problems for years."

"Want me to kill him?" My voice was much more calm than I felt. My heart was racing. My head throbbed in time with the music in a pleasant way. My eyes felt like they were going to pop from their sockets.

"Maybe. He's the sort who is also bad for my business. Idealistic. Unwilling to compromise. And he paints the town red wherever he goes."

"I could go for a fight right about now. Not sure it's a good idea. Neo, your thoughts?" She shrugged at me, then she shook her head to the negative. Thank you for that contribution Neo. Enlightening. "We'll probably end up passing. I'll kill him for a favor if you change your mind."

"I just might take you up on that." Aurum took a long swig of his favorite amber drink.

I followed suit and found my glass empty. It was quickly refilled by a gorgeous young redhead with a staff shirt on and long legs.

I stared after her for a long time.

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I came down with a headache. "Neo would you get me a glass of water." I bemoaned from my bed in our shared motel space.

She obliged. Fetching the water, then she poured it right on my face.

"Ack! Neo. Gods damn it." I was awake now if nothing else.

I sat up in the bed. I spat water from my mouth. I stood up and got my own drink of water. Neo could be so unreliable.

"You're such a bitch, Neo." I told her over my throbbing headache. I palmed my forehead and over one of my eyes.

"Why I oughta," I said it like a complete sentence with no real heat.

She blinked at me innocently and her eyes switched colors. She fooled nobody with that.

She had a cigarette in her mouth, the smoke from it was filling our shady apartment.

I wasn't sure which drug that I had partaken in the night before that was killing me. It could have just been alcohol. It could have been hyper. Either way I was thirsty enough that when I downed a glass, I followed it up with two more.

I could scarcely remember the night prior. Other than a soft warm feeling that followed my memories about it. Too much drink. Too much weed. Too much of everything. I probably wasn't going to try hyper again. I crossfaded myself hardcore. I rubbed my eyes firmly.

I looked over at Neo and really took her in for the first time. She wasn't wearing a shirt and was just in her brassiere and a pair of pink panties. I took her milky cleavage in for a moment before I looked down at myself. I was totally naked.

"Did we…?"

She rolled her eyes at me. A smirk on her face as she did. She reached over with her cigarette and put it out on my chest, nice and slow. She grinned at my pain. Her breathing rushed a little as I hissed. The tips of her breasts hardened and I noticed that the burn she left there was not alone. It had company.

"Neo, I'm damn well serious." I tasted my own lips with my tongue a little. It tasted funny. Was that someone else's lipstick or was my mouth just fucked from drinks and hyper? It tasted like lipstick. Neo was wearing pink lipstick.

"Did we or didn't we?" She just turned and began putting the rest of her clothes on. She spun and twisted a curtain into place between our two sections of room and beds as she clothed herself.

"Neo!"

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She refused to answer me. In any capacity. She just left it as it was which was well within her personality but was more than a little obnoxious from my end. Fuck her.

Sex with a demoness or not, and I was trying hard not to think about that, I still had other business to attend to. Like heading over to Avalanche headquarters.

We rolled up on the bar with Neo's arms wrapped around my waist. She held herself nice and tight to me for the ride. The absolute… I mean honestly...

"Neo you little devil," I said to her, looking forward. Neither of us were wearing helmets. Little point when we were both hunters.

It was on me for getting black out drunk and giving her the opportunity to hold it over me. Forever.

Plus if I really did do it I had a lot to feel guilty about. Wherever little Ruby Rose was she wasn't enjoying another's company like that. She was probably shattered to pieces.

She was probably in a lot of pain over me. I had caused that. I didn't deserve to cause her pain. But I had anyway. It made my chest ache to think about. It made me feel worthless. More worthless, that is.

Guilt rose up in my mouth like bile and it whipped at me like a switch. I didn't much like to think about that. But by all accounts we were broken up. I had no idea when I would even see her again. We were shattered, me and her. So what did it matter if I did have sex with Neo? Evidently it mattered to me. I didn't want it to have happened. I regretted that I didn't know.

It meant that Yang was right about me. One way or another her older sister instincts had been on point. She'd been right to keep me away. For more than one reason, probably. That made me feel like shit.

It also meant disappointing Weiss. I had long wanted her approval for one reason or another. That hadn't exactly changed. Her affectionate dawn smile with her hair down reflected in my mind for a moment before I imagined her looking at me with a cold hard apathy like she had so many times before. And I grimaced at so many memories of asking her out.

Besides, I should feel guilty about what I had done to Ruby. She was probably off saving lives while I was taking them like some common criminal or something. We couldn't be more different. She was an angel and I was a demon.

And I wasn't about to talk to Neo about that. Or have a one way conversation with her, at any rate. As much as you could have a conversation with Neo. About all of this.

I walked up to the bar and opened the door with a jingle of bells. I tried to roll my shoulders and undo a kink in them I'd worked into the muscle the night before.

Jasper was up behind the bar, washing the counter down with a cloth.

"Oh, Cloud… you're back!"

"I promised to train you guys a little. Where's the others?"

"They're out for a minute. There's a big player in town. Adam Taurus. He's causing problems for the union and with the miner leaders like Dyne."

"Dyne?"

"Just Dyne. No last name. He's one of the old miner leaders. Been around since the old days of the White Fang. He was always outspoken about union action over taking up arms. Or at least he used to be. He hates the Schnee name, now. His daughter was injured in a mining accident recently. Bisque is worried about what he and Adam will get up to."

"This is the second time I'm hearing about Taurus."

"He's problems. At least for us. They're working up strikes, which is a good thing. But they also have the potential to get violent. People could get hurt. Bisque is trying to stop things from escalating."

"Yeah but you guys are fairly militant. Shouldn't you be on board with Taurus?"

"We always plan our operations around not killing people. People always die with Taurus on the job. Always. He's got a red streak a mile wide."

"Guess that's why Aurum might want me to kill him. Not willing to play ball. And Wenge?"

"Leading a strike. Avalanche needs to stay involved in all of this if we want to be a player at all. I'm just holding down the fort because somebody needs to be looking after the bar. People might come by and have questions for us about the strike. We have to stay on top of information."

"Need me to kill Taurus?" I asked.

"You think you can pull it off? I know you're good but Taurus is also a badass. He's got some real power," Jasper said.

I thought of Tyrian. He was one of Salem's guard and I'd killed him. He was probably about as dangerous as hunters came. Barring people like Cinder who were also maidens and had some extra kick.

"I might be able to manage it. Difficult to say before I lay into him but it's a possibility. Aurum talked to me about maybe taking him down. I remember that from last night at least."

"What happened last night?" Jasper asked. She leaned forward on one hand which rested with her elbow on the counter.

"Drank too much. That's all. Nothing else happened."

Neo nudged me. I looked way down at her short ass. A calm smirk was on her face looking back up at me. One end of her lips turned up.

Shut up, Neo.

"You up for some training?" I asked.

"I can't." Jasper sighed. "I've got to man the fort. Think you can come by again later? Wenge should be by then too."

I nodded.

"Probably. I'm just waiting for some information to come in. Not much else is going on in my life at the moment. Running favors for my 'friends.' That sort of thing."

The door jingled again. I turned to look. It was the crossbow girl from before.

"Oh. It's you," she said with some derision at me. I could live with that. At least I was being remembered.

"Me." I agreed. Like it was a curse. Which it was in a lot of respects. Boy was it.

"I'm not here to talk to you." She looked away towards Jasper. "I'm here to talk about the strikes. You kicked this off by bombing the mind and shutting work down."

"Maybe we did, as far as Avalanche is concerned the strikes are a good thing."

"Not this close to the elections. It's too much unrest."

"You're just upset because the strike leaders aren't paying homage to Robyn. They don't care about another election cycle where nothing gets done to improve their conditions. Especially when Schnee himself is running."

"This isn't about that. If martial law gets declared it will push elections back."

"I know you're concerned about Hill's chances of winning. Maybe you should be out leading them instead of hiding away or whatever the Happy Huntresses are doing," Jasper told her. Crossing her arms over her chest.

"The Happy Huntresses are always fighting for Mantle."

"Yeah, on your time table. Not on Mantle's. The people want change and they want it now."

"You stirred them up. Your bombing caused this. The people were content to wait!"

"We didn't cause the strikes. You're looking for Dyne and Adam Taurus."

"Adam Taurus?!" Fiona was incredulous.

"Oh you haven't heard? Maybe the Happy Huntresses are out of touch."

"Don't be petulant just because I wouldn't help you with your bombing. Look at what you've done! Now Adam Taurus is involved."

"If you're scared of him-" Jasper began she was cut off.

"Only a fool wouldn't be," Fiona said. "Call off the strikes."

"No can do," Jasper said. "Wouldn't want to even if we could. Take it up with Dyne."

"Dyne is unreachable. He wants revenge against the SDC at all costs. We're hoping Avalanche is more agreeable. You have a network. You can shut this down."

"I told you we want the strikes." Jasper leaned forward into her words. "Live with them. Or don't. Better yet."

"All this because I wouldn't bomb them with you! It was a bad idea. Look at all the unrest it's causing. Ironwood might declare martial law. Who will win then? Not the miners. The military always backs the SDC to break up the strikes. People get hurt every time. Please. This has to stop. Only through elections will real change get affected."

"I disagree. I think we can get real change done by collective action."

"It never works. It'll end with them opening fire on the mob. It always ends that way. Dust mining is too important to stay shut down. The military will back the SDC because they need the dust."

"There's an oversupply with the embargo. There's enough dust to last months. The strike won't last that long anyways. Old man Schnee will have to give in and improve the working conditions."

"He never does. And the negativity too, it's drawing the Grimm."

"So what? That's exactly why they can't open fire on a crowd of protestors." Jasper refuted.

"So what? So what?" Fiona repeated sounding shocked. "So people will die. And what about people who want more than improved conditions? What about the levelers who want wealth and property abolished? You're giving them a platform."

"What if the levelers are right? What if wealth and property should be abolished. Look at the pain it causes."

"It's the foundation of our society with the Grimm at the gates!"

"Cloud, what do you think, are the Grimm that big of a threat? We've got the largest military in the world for a reason."

I had been watching the two with rapt attention as they ran down Mantle politics. To be honest I was learning a lot. Particularly about these levelers. They sounded a lot like the Anti-capitalists of back home in Vale.

"I think the Grimm are always a threat. More than the layman knows," I murmured.

"See, even the murderer agrees. All this negativity can't go on. If you don't shut down the strikes, then the military will."

Fiona turned at the door.

"Please," she begged. "Shut it down."

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-WG

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alison-anonymous · 4 years

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flawsome bandits pt. 8 ♡ sonic

Flawsome Revivals

Very important note that I would love for all of you to read at the end ♡

Warnings - much angst! Mention of death, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

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This couldn’t be happening. It was insane how Y/n’s worst fear was something tangible. Something that she could feel as she pressed her fingers against Sonic’s slowing pulse.

She was losing him… again.

Because she was a coward.

The tears refused to stop. Even when a crowd of concerned Green Hill citizens began to abandon their late night dinners and see why this glowing ice blue hedgehog was crying over another one that they could only identify as Crazy Carl’s Blue Devil. Even when Tom and Maddie finally made it back to the scene and felt their own hearts begin breaking as they watched their daughter begin to sob over Sonic’s body. Even when the Egghead responsible for all of this began to make his dramatic descent out of the portal and took a moment to bask in the glory of their defeat. Her tears dripped onto Sonic’s fur as he tried his best to work his way out of unconsciousness, to let his crush know that he was alright, but his limbs felt like jello.

“P-please, Sonic…” Y/n sniffled. “Ge-get up…”

“Well, looky here! Bonnie lost her Clyde, oh, the humanity!” He let out his signature evil chuckle, raising his goggles on to his forehead. “You are such astonishing creatures, aren’t you?” On the ground before him, Tom caught sight of the bag of golden rings. He slyly picked them up and kept a close eye on the scene taking place before him as Y/n slowly raised her head up from Sonic to stare at the evil man in the drone.

The tears continued to stream endlessly down her face as her gaze hardened.

“It’ll be amazing to take you back to the lab to perform some exploratory procedures. Any last words, Bonnie? Clyde?” He waited for a moment as the ice blue hedgehog’s grip on Sonic’s side tightened.

“Go. To. Hell.” Y/n snarled, somehow managing not to choke on her tears. Her e/c irises began to glow a mystical blue as her emotions began to take a toll on her. Eggman’s eyes raised a little in surprise. Funny, he thought Sonic was the only one whose powers were affected by emotion. He shrugged and plopped his goggles back on.

“I can’t tell you how many procedures have been made possible by animal testing. And how am I supposed to one-up others in my scientific discoveries if I’m in hell, hmm?” The whole time he was bragging, he didn’t notice Tom appear behind him and jump onto his drone. Y/n watched from her spot next to Sonic, putting her acting skills to the test. Tom was quick to punch Eggman in the face mid-sentence, initiating a very brave mini-battle between the two until Tom got thrown out onto the ground, groaning in pain. Watching Tom get shoved onto the pavement like that only made Y/n’s emotions grow more fierce as her body began to hum without any use of her vocal chords, an electric light blue pigment beginning to radiate off of her.

“Why would you throw your life away for such useless things? You know, that’s why I don’t have friends.” Eggman rolled his eyes. Y/n’s eyes arched into slits, but for once she actually didn’t have to say anything as the townspeople began to gather around in an attempt to fight off the man. Apparently Tom had somehow gotten the word out already that the second hedgehog was his daughter, as even Crazy Carl was pulling out a chainsaw in order to defend the two.

“You leave those kids alone!” He revved it up.

During all of the ruckus, Y/n had been keeping one of her hands on Sonic’s neck in order to track his pulse, and her heart stopped dead once she realized… it wasn’t there anymore. Panic began to set in as she quickly turned him onto his back, shaking him roughly by the shoulders.

“Sonic? Sonic! No, no, no, no, no, no…” The tears began to spill down even faster as she shook him, every second with no response causing her heart to shatter a little more. “Please! I can’t lose you again…”

Tom, Maddie, and the Green Hills citizens felt their own hearts break as they watched the scene unfold. Y/n’s body practically toppled on top of him as she pressed her forehead against his, her back racking with the sobs.

Sonic… was gone.

“I don’t mean to be indelicate here, but someone should gather up a tub of ice. Keep the body fresh.” Eggman just had to chime in. His words only made Y/n cry worse, in her fit not noticing how her body began to hum the tune she usually sang. Her tears got soaked up into Sonic’s fur, in turn beginning to make his fur hum in return. Were her abilities… healing him? But how could that be possible? Could her powers be deterred due to the emotions she was going through?

“I’m so sorry, Sonic…” She whispered, just quietly enough that he would have been able to hear. “I’m such an idiot…”

“Oh please, he was just a silly little alien! And so is she, regardless of pre-biology! They don’t belong here!” Robotnik cried out in frustration, angered that a death was getting involved in his plans to take the two and go. His insensitivity struck a flame in Tom as he turned towards the man, jaw clenched.

“Those little aliens know more about being human than you ever will. And they aren’t Bonnie and Clyde, their names are Sonic and Y/n. This is their home.” All the while he was talking, Y/n was finally finding a way to say what she had always wanted to say to him, her words coming out as soon as Tom had finished his.

“...I love you, too.”

Sonic’s eyes burst open, supercharged with energy. Electric blue bolts of lightning shot furiously out of his body, enveloping him in the light as he slowly began to rise to his feet. Y/n broke out into a tearful grin as she quickly scrambled to her feet, watching in amazement as the lightning cast brilliant blue shadows across her face, her own body becoming luminescent with her own light, the hum growing louder by the second. Through the midst of the dramatic moment, Sonic’s electrified gaze met Y/n’s luminous one, and he winked.

Shit was about to go down.

“He’s all yours,” Tom spoke to the two, smiling thankfully as he pulled Maddie along with him to the sidelines, getting everyone to back up. Y/n turned back to her rightful side next to Sonic and they exchanged a small smile before turning back to the doctor, gazes hardening and powers maxing to the top. They saw a look cross over Eggman’s face that they hadn’t seen before as he calculated the effects of the two. They were both much more powerful than he had ever anticipated, super fueled by their emotions for one another and for the situation. One on one, he could have taken them. But combined?

Was he… intimidated?

“I think you have something that belongs to me,” Sonic spoke, forming a fist before him as it became supercharged with a clash of lightning. Y/n couldn’t help but swoon next to him, trying her best to recover from it before he noticed. Their combined electricity made Eggman’s drone begin to malfunction as he swerved in an attempt to regain control, Sonic’s bolts eating away at the control panel.

“These are our powers, and we’re not going to use them to run away anymore,” He glanced over at Y/n for approval, who responded by grabbing onto his hand. Another clash of electricity gobbled up their physical touch as Y/n’s abilities began to merge with his, making the adrenaline go through the roof for the two. “And we’re using it to protect our friends!”

Choosing to take the silent route, Eggman slowly began to ascend, pulling on out the lasers as the tension began to increase like crazy. The lasers slowly found their way to Y/n and Sonic’s body, beginning to line up on every single spot of their electrical fur, especially near the heart. Any normal person would have ducked and ran for cover. But instead?

They stood their ground, a slow smirk beginning to make its way across Y/n’s lips.

Sonic gently let go of her hand as he began to get down into a runner’s formation, the lasers following his every move. Y/n squared her feet, placing her fists out before her and channeling all of her power (supercharged with Sonic’s) into her body, beginning to hum her signature tune slowly and methodically. The second that he launched his missiles, the two took off, racing and flying through the air. They had been practicing communicating without words for years and learning body cues, so the second that Y/n saw Sonic jump from the wall of a building to Eggman’s ship, she knew exactly what to do. With their combined forces, they began to pummel the ship by jumping from the walls and onto the ship and back again so quickly that they became nothing but electrical blurs in a moment, setting the whole city up with light. Robotnik did his best to take cover as the windows began to break from their impact, trying not to admit that fear was rising in his chest.

Finally, the two skidded to a stop a couple meters away from him, making quick look-overs to assure that they were alright.

“Oh, now you’ve done it!” Robotnik scoffed angrily.

“News flash, Egghead! We’re not leaving earth. You are. Star Chaser?” He looked over at his partner in crime, who flashed him a knowing smile.

“But of course! Donut Lord?” She turned to her father just as he pulled out one of the rings. He sent them a wink and threw the ring straight behind Robotnik’s ship. Robotnik fueled up his ship and launched it forward with just as much flame as his fury at the same time that Y/n and Sonic began racing towards it. In slow motion, the two began to form the position that Longclaw had taught them a very long time ago in order to use both of their powers to the fullest extent. While Sonic curled up into a ball, Y/n used her powers to float behind him, and used all of her might to give him a super charged push, sending him flying into Robotnik’s ship. As time fell back into place, Sonic burst into the nose of the ship, their combined power causing the entire drone to crumble into pieces, sending Robotnik’s screaming figure straight into the portal to Mushroom Land. The portal closed with a blinding bright light and Sonic and Y/n gradually powered down as the city erupted into applause.

Sonic turned to his partner and gave her the cutest heartfelt smile she had ever seen, holding his arms out wide. She let out a tearful chuckle, e/c eyes returning to normal as she crashed into him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and burying her face into his shoulder.

He was alive. And he was okay.

Tom and Maddie jogged their way over to the two just as they reluctantly pulled away, cheeks beginning to turn a bright red as they realized they were going to have to talk soon.

“You did it!” Tom cheered ecstatically.

“No, WE did it,” Sonic corrected, smiling at the two. Tom held up his hand proudly, and Y/n and Sonic jumped up and had a classic Three-Musketeers-inspired high five. A huge smile spread across his lips, and in his ecstatic happy fit, he did the only thing he could think of.

He picked Y/n up by the waist and spun her around.

Y/n was shocked at first, but gradually began to relax into it, letting out a gleeful giggle until Tom cleared his throat and they both froze, Sonic holding Y/n up and her hands resting on the top of his head. Tom raised an eyebrow and Sonic quickly set her down, sheepishly putting his hands behind his back and smiling innocently.

“Ugh, Dad,” Y/n rolled her eyes, but smirked at her father. He simply shrugged.

“Just doing what dads do, kiddo.”

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A few days after the showdown, Tom and Maddie were enjoying a nice, quiet Monday when a loud knock came at their front door. The couple approached the door with caution, glancing at each other skeptically. Who would be coming to their door this late in the afternoon? They swung the door open to reveal a man in a very official looking uniform holding an envelope with two men in military uniforms standing guard by his vehicle. The man gave them a warm smile, causing the skin around his eyes to wrinkle.

“Good day. Are you Mr. and Mrs. Wachowski?” He asked in a deep voice.

“Uh, yep, that’s us,” Tom replied. The man held out the white envelope to the two.

“A token of appreciation on behalf of your keeping quiet about recent incidents that never occurred.” A bit condescending, but who were they to decline a free compensation from the government, am I right? The two chuckled in surprise, Tom taking the envelope from the man and smiling at his wife.

“Wow, wonder what it is?”

“Money to fix the house?” Maddie suggested, her mind instantly going to the wreck that had been left in their place after their first run in with the crazy doctor. Tom nodded.

“Or a letter from the president?” He asked. The man simply smiled.

“You’ll see.” Tom finally ripped the envelope open and pulled out a slim piece of folded parchment. He smiled excitedly at his wife and flipped it open to reveal…

“A… fifty dollar gift card to Olive Garden?”

“Have you tried the Never Ending Pasta Bowl?” The man asked, paying no mind to their obvious dejected expressions. “It never ends!” The two nodded awkwardly until Maddie finally broke the silence.

“Yep, well, thank you! We really appreciate the gesture.” The man nodded and turned to leave right before a question popped into Tom’s head.

“Oh, hey, I guess we can close the file on that Robotnik guy, right?”

“I’m sorry, sir, but no such person exists or ever has existed.” He said blatantly, adding an emphasis to the final part.Tom nodded, clicking his tongue.

“Wish that were true.”

“You haven’t by any chance been in recent contact with two, oh, I don’t know, exotically colored alien creatures, have you?” The man asked, using small hand gestures as he spoke. It was quite obvious who he was talking about. “We would love to have a chat with them sometime, very casual. Maybe a brunch, perhaps.”

Yes. Yes. They would take two very powerful alien hedgehogs who sent an evil doctor to another dimension to brunch. Totes casual.

Yep.

“Oh, you mean the Bonnie and Clyde hedgehogs?” Tom finally asked, allowing the images of his foster daughter and Sonic to pop up in his brain. The man excitedly nodded. “Oh, no, no. Haven’t spoken to the two of them since the incident and probably won’t ever hear from them again.” The man stayed silent for a moment, not doing a very good job at hiding his skepticism as even when they bid their farewells and closed the door, he remained staring through the cracks until the door was shut in his face.

“To be honest, I’m pretty pumped about that Pasta Bowl,” Tom chuckled as the two began to walk back into their living room where their dog rested on the couch next to a certain ice blue hedgehog.

“Not if I eat it first,” she teased, e/c eyes glittering at the mention of food. Sonic’s head popped up from behind the couch and he folded his arms across the top of Y/n’s head, making her ears go to the sides.

“So, you guys wanna watch a movie, or what?” He asked.

“Sorry, bud,” Maddie sighed, leaning into her husband’s side. “But it’s a school night. Time for you to go back to your cave.” Both Y/n and Sonic’s jaws dropped open, the defenses piling onto their tongues.

“What? Mom, come on!” Y/n protested.

“Yeah, it’s only three in the afternoon!”

“You know how you get when you’re tired. And besides, Y/n has some homework she needs to get done without any distractions.” The icy hedgehog’s cheeks burned a deep crimson as her mouth clamped shut. Maddie giggled at her daughter’s reaction, watching as Sonic sighed in defeat, and slid over the couch to begin walking towards the door. Y/n was quick to follow after him.

“I’m not like anything! You guys are so uncool! And I’m not distracting! Right, N/n?” He looked towards his partner in crime only to find her staring dreamily at him with her hand supporting her chin. She quickly snapped out of it once she realized he was staring at her.

“What? Oh, no, of course not! I concentrate just fine around you!” She lied like a sinner in church. A smirk formed on Sonic’s lips as he turned to grab on to the door handle.

“Hey, buddy, where are you going?” Tom asked, a knowing smile on his face. Sonic turned around and looked at the family in confusion.

“You said I have to go back to my cave.”

“We did,” Tom looked over to his daughter and gave her a warm grin. “Y/n?” She took her que with great excitement as she rushed over to her crush and grabbed his hand in hers, practically dragging him all the way up to the attic. As they entered the room, Maddie switched on the lights to reveal an (almost) exact replica of Sonic’s cave back in the woods with some personal touches like a racecar bed, some holiday lights, and some pictures that someone had taken on the great escapades of the Blue Blur, Star Chaser, and Donut Lord. Sonic’s jaw dropped open as he raced across the room, taking in the grand gesture with a pure heart.

“Oh my god… you guys did this?”

“Yep,” Tom and Maddie grinned next to their daughter. “You’re part of our family now, bud.” Sonic felt his heart melt at his words, it was all that he ever wanted. He jumped up onto his bed as the other joined in, Y/n and Sonic in between Tom and Maddie. They all exchanged a big group hug, savoring the sweetness of the moment.

“And Y/n’s room is right down the hall if you need anything,” Maddie chimed in.

“BUT don’t get any ideas,” Tom quickly burst in, making Y/n snort.

“Dad. Don’t make it weird.”

“It’s my job to make things weird.”

♡♡♡

What’s that? No? Flawsome Bandits ISN’T over yet? Even though Alison already reached the end of the movie plot line? That’s right, you incredible darlings, you! Flawsome Bandits is not ending at just 8 chapters! Now, I’m going to explain a little bit so please take the time to read this message. This next part of the story is going to revolve around what I am imagining a sequel to be like by analyzing the post-credit scenes of the movie and what I know about the very messy Sonic the Hedgehog plotline. That being said, it is NOT a sure thing that my ideas will become the very potential sequel. My main idea for the sequel is for Doctor Robotnik to be making his return to plot revenge against our favorite Bonnie and Clyde hedgehogs, but he can only make it back to the realm where Y/n and Sonic grew up and this will be how I introduce Knuckles into the story. I also plan to include Tails as well, and I’m still debating on whether or not to introduce Amy. Metal Sonic may or may not happen, but please let me know if you have any ideas of people or concepts you would like to see in these next chapters! I would love to have some suggestions as I’m looking for a love rival for Sonic (another character that falls for Y/n) and just to help bring more action to the plotline as a whole. There will also be TONS more fluff between Y/n and Sonic, so don’t worry, the gradual buildup was very necessary to prep you all for what’s coming ;) Needless to say, the next update might come a little later than how often I’ve been updating due to me still trying to figure out where I want to take this story. Like I said, suggestions are very welcome! I’ve been experiencing a little burnout, too, so perhaps taking a break to brainstorm with all of you is a good idea. Stay safe and bless all of you little darlings for sticking with me and supporting me through this flawsome journey. It is far from over yet! ;)

♡ a.a.

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darley1101 · 6 years

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Don’t Go

DON'T GO

Summary: AU setting but similar circumstances. Maxwell rushes to the airport to keep Riley from leaving. He's determined to convince her to stay and fight. She surprises him with some revelations that force him to examine his real motives for wanting her to stay in Cordonia.

Rating: Teen (some language)

Warnings: None other than a wee bit of angst

A/N This is based off a request from @queenodysessia for the following dialogue prompts “You're everything I ever wanted and everything I can't have.” and “Don't...don't come near me, you'll just make things worse.” Tag list is at the end. I am using my perma tag and people who might be interested. If you would like to be added, removed, or placed on a specific story tag let me know.

Riley Brooks murmured a half hearted thanks to the barista behind the counter and took the iced Mocha that was being held out to her. Eyes down cast, she took a tentative sip, trying to focus on how good the coffee was instead of wallowing in the shock of being forcefully dragged out of Liam's coronation ball. It still felt unreal. Just two hours ago she had been dressed to the nines in a couture gown that cost more than most people's yearly salary, sitting on a bench in the middle of the palace garden's maze, helping Liam come up with a plan to get back to New York, where a waitress named Carin was hopefully waiting for him. 'No offense, Ri, I think you're great and maybe in another life...' And now she was milling about the airport in a pair of ripped up jeans she'd bought last spring for $3 off a Walmart clearance rack, waiting for the flight to New York to be announced while a pair of Royal Guards watched her every move. All thanks to a set of leaked photographs that didn't tell the whole story.

“Flight 231 to New York will be boarding in fifteen minutes.”

Taking a long drink of her iced coffee, Riley glanced at the stoic faced guards hovering near her luggage. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell them they could go but she knew it would be a waste of breathe. They took their orders from Constantine. She quickly looked away when the elder and more serious of the two fixed her with a hard stare. Their disdain was written all over their face. Like Constantine and the rest of the Noble crowd, they had little interest in whether or not the photographs were accurate. In the blink of an eye Riley had gone from the American Sweetheart who would make a lovely queen to the American Tart who cheated on the King in Waiting with one of his friends. Never mind that Tariq had come into her room without an invitation and then proceeded to paw at her...again with an invitation. If Drake hadn't shown up when he did...Riley shivered. She would like to believe that Tariq wasn't so drunk or delusional that he would have stopped, that he would have listened to her repeatedly telling him no, but there was no way to be certain and she was thankful she didn't have to find out how far gone he was.

“Riley!”

At the breathless gasping of her name, Riley slowly turned, her heart rate accelerating as she watched Maxwell Beaumont push past a flustered airport security guard. No, she silently begged, why did it have to be him? Squeezing her eyes shut, Riley sank onto a nearby bench. The last person she wanted to see was Maxwell. From the moment she had met him there had been a connection. At first she thought it was friendship, that in him she had found an instant best friend that understood her in ways no one else did. It was Liam that there was more there. I envy you Ri, finding your soul mate and all you have to do is just tell him how you feel. Liam had made it sound so easy but it wasn't. No matter how connected Riley felt to Maxwell or how attracted to him she was, he never did or said anything to suggest he might feel the same. In fact, the few times Riley tried to broach the subject with him, he shut her down and pushed her even harder to win Liam's favor. “What are you doing here Maxwell?”

“I had to see you,” he panted, doubling over and bracing himself by planting his palms against his knees. “I couldn't let you leave. Liam...”

Blood roared in her ears, drowning out the rest of what he was saying. Of course he was here to see if he could salvage things between her and Liam. The joke was on him, as well as Constantine, because Liam didn't want her, not like that, his heart belonged to a green eyed girl who waited tables at a bar near Central Park. Riley's role in his life had been friend and confidant, a supporter of his decision to abdicate if his father didn't accept Carin. “Don't,” Riley shook her head, her face scrunching up in pain as Maxwell took a step towards her, “don't come near me. You'll just make things worse.” Her long, wavy blonde hair hid her face as she tucked her chin against her chest and fought the urge to cry. Another woman might have been heartbroken at the realization that she had been this close to being a queen, but Riley's heart was shattering at the thought of never seeing Maxwell again.

“Riley,” Maxwell ignored her plea and crouched down in front of her. She bit back a sob when his fingers toyed with her hair before tucking it behind one ear. “I talked to Liam.” The way he said it, heavy with unspoken knowledge, made her stomach churn. Rejection was coming, it was written all over his face. “You're everything I've ever wanted and everything I can't have.” He continued to play with her hair, his thumb occasionally wiping away a renegade tear that broke free of her lashes. “I have nothing, Ri, and you...you deserve the world.”

Riley jerked away, scalded by his words. “You do not get to say those things to me,” she hissed, not caring that mascara was streaking down her cheeks. “Not now. Not when I can't beg you to reconsider or to have the fucking courage to at least try!”

“And where would that get us?” Maxwell inquired quietly, his blue eyes watering. “My family is broke, Ri. The only reason we haven't lost Ramsford Manner is because it's entailed...otherwise the bank would have taken it too. What kind of man would I be if I asked you to stay under those conditions, huh? We might not even electricity next week. Hell, there are times the only reason we have enough to eat is all these damn parties we're expected to attend.”

She had known it was bad, there were enough hints in things Maxwell and Bertrand said or did, as well as whispers at court, she hadn't realized just how bad it really was. “Oh Max,” she whispered, clutching her coffee cup tight enough the thin, clear plastic concaved and then let out a loud pop as it fought to regain its original form. “Why didn't you say anything?” Guilt gnawed at her, her mind racing to all the times the Beaumont brothers had paid for some trivial part of her 'courtship' with Liam. A courtship she hadn't even been invested in.

“I didn't want you to look at me the way you are now,” he admitted miserably. His hand dropped to his side and rose to his full height, towering over her. “I wish things were different.” The resignation in his usually jovial voice broke her in ways she didn't know were possible.

“Flight 231 to New York will being boarding in five minutes.”

Five minutes. It didn't seem nearly long enough, yet it would have to suffice. “Do you love me?” Riley stood, looking up at him with determination shining in her sky blue eyes.

“Riley...”

“Just answer the question Maxwell.” Riley took a deep breathe, holding it as she waited for Maxwell's response. Seconds ticked by, each one more deafening than the one before. He wasn't going to admit it, she agonized. He was so determined to do what he thought was right, to send her away from the financial ruin that was House Beaumont, that he didn't stop to think about what she wanted. Nor did he seem to trust that she was capable of making the right decision on her own. “Never mind,” she murmured, stepping around him so she could collect her luggage from the guards.

“Riley wait!” Maxwell caught her arm, pulling her towards him. She wanted to fight him, to yell that he had had his chance and he'd blown it but she couldn't. Her heart was desperate to hear the words, craved them. “Don't go...I have no right asking that...and I have nothing to give...but I love you and....don't go.”

Riley let out a strangled cry. Her arms wound around his neck, her lips desperately seeking out his. Magic, she thought as he kissed her. It was pure magic. Everything she'd ever dreamed of, wanted and longed for, was caught up in that kiss. “I love you too,” she choked out, touching her forehead against his when he leaned down to kiss her again. “I don't care if we have to live in a cardboard box...as long as I'm with you....that's what matters.”

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aoimokuren · 5 years

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Lost in Time

WARNING: talks of heavy topics that may make others uncomfortable. Heavy angst, slight fluff. Merry Christmas Taz! I hope you enjoy lovely.

The moon was the only light in the sea of darkness that surrounded her. It was her silver lining, a simple string of hope. It gave her nearly broken, isolated spirit something fleeting to hold onto in the middle of another cold, dark winter night. It was an endless stream of thoughts that meant nothing as she searched for an answer, yet all she was given were the chills ran up her spine as another gust of wind blew past her.

Her neat dark locks were blown into disarray around her perfectly made-up porcelain face. Her hands turning ice cold, her breathe released in uneven puffs of white. She shrunk into her thick, dark brown trench coat and turned to face the window of the restaurant behind her.

The lights of the restaurant had been turned off for quite some time and all the employees returned home for the evening, but she continued to wait. She would wait until he showed up for her. She would wait until her mind willed her to admit that he was no longer coming, but that wasn’t something she was willing to admit. She knew him. She knew him like the back of her hand...or so she thought.

She couldn’t risk leaving because what if he showed up? What if he thought she left? She shook her head trying to will the demons of her mind away as fixed her hair, readjusting her bangs on her forehead. She pressed her cool fingertips to her lips as she noticed a shadowy figure under the flickering street light in the reflection of the window.

There was a sudden uneasiness she couldn’t shake. She tries to steady her sudden increase in heart rate as she attempts to rationalize the sudden fear that has been embedded in the pit of her stomach. It’s a wave of heavy, unshakeable nausea that she’s tried to rationalize every time her instincts tell her different.

It’s nothing; whoever they are appear harmless enough. It must just be some random homeless person wandering around the neighborhood looking for food or something.

Suddenly the pay phone a few blocks down started to ring. An ear piercing, unignorable ringing that she couldn’t block out even if she tried. She glanced at the phone wondering whether or not to answer it. The street light above her head humming with a slight flicker as it threatens to go out at any second. Her instincts are screaming at her, telling her to stay away from the phone, but something within her causes her to look up.

The strange shadow figure still looming under the streetlight, analyzing her every move. Every shaky breath she takes giving him another rush of adrenaline. Before she can look away the man raises a pale, sickly hand and points to the phone. The phone continues to ring and she doesn’t know what to do. She stares back and forth, from the man to the phone, but when she can’t take any more of the ringing she snatched it off the hook.

“What?!” She exclaims into the receiver.

A tired, weary voice replied with her name, “Taz.”

She froze. A sense of complete fear taking over her entire frame. She couldn’t find her voice. A large, thick lump appeared in her throat as she tried to thickly swallow the unfathomable amount of terror she felt hearing the voice she longed for. Her palms began to sweat, her heart began to pound violently against her ribs. Her frozen hands heavy as she gripped the phone tightly, her knuckles turning white. Her mind and body registered the voice, but none of it felt real.

She replied weakly, “Hyunwoo?”

“You have to listen to me. You aren’t safe, I need you to-” He started, but a loud thud followed by incoherent cursing traveled into her ears.

She became frantic, clutching the phone with both hands, “Hyunwoo? Hyunwoo?! Please answer me, baby. What’s going on?”

Instead of hearing the voice she desperately wanted, the voice she loved, another deep, menacing voice replaced his, “I want to play a little game Taz.”

Again, Taz could say nothing as she stood frozen in place inside the old telephone booth. She waited for the other person to continue, but it seemed as if he was waiting for a reply. Taz took a deep breath and spoke through clenched teeth.

“What do you want?” she hissed, heat simmering in her stomach as her fear subsided.

The voice chuckled and replied, “Everything. It’s that simple.”

“I still don’t understand. What the fuck does Hyunwoo have to do with any of this?!” She exclaimed, her eyebrows knitting together.

Again the voice chuckled, “He’s the sole reason you’re standing in front of that restaurant. You thought he ditched you, left you for good.” The voice had an undeniable playfulness as he continued, “I wouldn’t blame him if he did leave you. It’s not like you deserve him anyway.”

“Hyunwoo wouldn’t do that.” her voice faltered at the very thought of Hyunwoo disappearing. His plump rosy lips spreading over his teeth as his face scrunched and his shoulders Taz momentarily into the smile that made her heart melt, “He wouldn’t just leave.”

Tauntingly the voice replied, “He’s done it before what makes you think he won’t again?”

Taz heard Hyunwoo’s deep, tired voice in the background screaming, “Don’t talk to her like that you son of a bitch! She’s more than you’d ever-”

“Shut the fuck up!” the voice exclaimed. She heard Hyunwoo groan in pain once again and her heart sank even further into her stomach.

“Stop! Stop it! Leave him alone!” She cried out in vain. She had to figure out how to get to him. She had no clue as to where he was, or whom he was with. It was useless, and Taz had never felt so helpless before.

“Listen to me and listen well, because I hate repeating myself. Understand?” the snake-like voice demanded.

“Fine, I don’t care. I’ll do whatever you want, just please stop hurting him.” She pleaded, hot tears welling in her eyes.

“I know you’re scared but you don’t need to be.” The voice said sweetly causing Taz to cringe in disgust.

“What do you want?! I said I would do what you asked.” She exclaimed her throat stinging as she raised her voice again.

Taz shuddered once again as the voice on the other end snickered. She could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke again, “The only thing I want you to do is to kill yourself, then we’ll be even.”

“What?” She choked, “What do you mean ‘kill myself?’”

“Well, I would do it myself, but then that would complicate things. It’s much easier to get rid of the middleman. Oh, and you see that man across the street?” the voice prompted. Taz looked up terrified at the man she had thought was harmless before.

The voice seethed with pure amusement, “He’ll report back to me once you’ve done it, and if you try to play a trick or do something you know won’t get you killed, well let’s just say he has fun taking out the garbage.”

“Fine,” She said in a barely audible tone. She had to be the stupidest person on earth to actually agree to something like this, but if it was going to save Hyunwoo, well then it was worth with it.

“Taz! TAZ! You better not do what he says! I don’t care what happens to me!” Hyunwoo exclaimed once again.

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up!?” She winced away from the phone, as she heard another yelp of pain come from the man she loved.

Taz didn’t know the torture that Hyunwoo was going through, but his cries were enough. She couldn’t take hearing him like that much longer. If she did, there was no way she could live with herself if he was killed.

“Can you put Hyunwoo on the phone?” She asked a sudden rush of confidence in her voice.

Defiant and curt the voice replied, “No.”

She begged once more as more tears streaked down her cheeks, “Please, it will be the last time I talk to him.”

The voice sighed and went silent. After a few seconds, heavy breathing could be heard on the other end, and Taz’s heart began pounding against her ribs, nervous once again.

“Hyunwoo?”

“Taz!”

Taz let out a sigh of relief, “Hyunwoo, listen to me. I have no idea what is going on, but I can’t stand the sound of you in pain, especially at my expense. It isn’t worth it, and I would rather die than cause you any type of pain.”

“Taz, stop talking nonsense! I’ll be fine, and so will you. Then we can go on our date like we had planned,” he said. She could hear the smile in his voice, but it only caused her more pain as she imagined his face.

She shook her head although she knew he couldn’t see, “No, I can’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Shouldn’t I be saying that?” He chuckled and then groaned in pain.

“Taz, just know one thing, no matter what happens today, tomorrow, next week, or a year from now I’ve always loved you and I always will. No one can convince me otherwise, not even myself.”

Another tear fell down Taz’s cheek that she quickly wiped away, “I love you too.”

After that, the line went dead. The shrill buzzing noise filled the streets once again, and Taz fell to her knees. She screamed at the tops of her lungs until she couldn’t breathe and her voice was hoarse. Her head felt heavy and her body sagged as thoughts raced endlessly.

After what felt like hours, Taz finally picked herself up and tried to find her balance. She locked eyes with the man across the street although she couldn’t see his face. He nodded at her and started to make his way towards her. A shot of electricity shot through as she took off down the street. She didn’t have a clue as to where she was going, but she wasn’t about to just give in. If she was going to die, she would rather see Hyunwoo one last time before she closed her eyes forever.

***

Her breathing came out sharp, jagged, while her legs ached and cried for her to stop, but she refused with Hyunwoo on her mind. She didn’t know how long she had been running. She ran with a purpose, but no direction.

She was lost that she was sure of, but she didn’t care. She would search the entire city until she found him, no matter how long it took. Taz made the mistake of looking behind her catching a glimpse of the hooded man tailing her. She thought she had lost him a while back, and she didn’t think he would have been able to keep up with her.

She rounded one of the street corners again and collapsed against the wall. Taz’s body was defeated, her mind was mentally drained, but as more thoughts of Hyunwoo popped into her head the stronger her resolve became.

Lost in her trail of thoughts, she hardly had time to react when a hand clamped down hard on her mouth. The hand was rough, icy, and grimy from rummaging through God knows what. Taz tried to fight and pry his hand from her mouth, in her struggle his hood slipped off his head. His icy glare caused Taz to stand absolutely still, her hands clutching his wrist.

When he spoke his voice was deep, hoarse, and raspy, “Would you stop fighting and let me explain something to you?!”

The man sighed, dropping hand at his side. Taz took the chance to make a run for it, just as the man began to sit on the ground on the wall opposite her.

He called out to Taz, “I know where Hyunwoo is.”

Taz stopped in her tracks, pondering on the words as they buzzed through her ears. How could she know if he was telling the truth? What made this man so trustworthy?

“Look, I don’t have time for this. You either need to kill yourself, let me do it, or I bring you to lover-boy. Take your pick.” He said with a heavy sigh.

“How can I trust you?” She asked skeptically.

“You don’t. You just have to follow me.” He looked up at her tall, lean frame and raised an eyebrow.

She didn’t have any other options and considering that he was the one who was supposed to watch her die he had to have some knowledge of Hyunwoo’s whereabouts. Taz sighed to herself and walked back over to the man. Anxious she shifted her weight from back in forth, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Fine, let’s go.” She said extending a hand to him, helping him off the ground.

Once he was off the ground, he began walking in the opposite direction they had come. Taz followed behind him; several feet back so that if anything were to happen she could quickly get away. She looked up at the pitch, black abyss people called the sky. She tried to find the beauty in it, but all she could see was despair, anguish, and defeat. It was a blank canvas that would never be painted, an endless pit of nothing waiting to suck the life out her at any given second.

The ground beneath her shoes crunched, sounding louder than ever before to her ears. Leaves rustled in the gust of wind, some skidding across the sidewalk; in the distance, dogs could be heard barking, but not a soul person was moving which made things even eerier. The man peered back at Taz, a throaty cough catching in his throat. Taz felt the urge to help him but held back once he recovered, but she hadn’t noticed he stopped.

“Is this where Hyunwoo is?” She asked looking up at the abandoned building. He simply nodded at her in reply.

They stood in front of the large, cubic building. The roof was rusty and trash was in every corner. They pushed open a flimsy scrap door stepping on the cement floor that made their steps sound louder than they really were, yet it was so eerily quiet that a pin could be heard if it dropped. They entered an empty room, with cement walls and wooden crates stacked up to the ceiling. Taz’s ears perked up when she heard a scraping noise come from somewhere down the hall.

“Did you hear that?”

Taz stood still and listened for the sound again. Nothing. She turned to search another hall when muffled voices came from one of the rooms. She crept closer, stealthily down the hall trying not to make a sound. As she continued to make her way down the hall the voices became vividly clear.

She looked at the door up and down and said, “This is it.”

She started to reach for the door but was stopped by a strong hand. She looked at the person agitated at them for stopping her. It was the man that had brought her to this place that had stopped her, but she couldn’t let anyone else interfere.

“Let me go,” She said tugging her wrist.

“Do you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into?” He demanded in a hushed whisper.

“I don’t care. Hyunwoo is behind this door, and all I want to do is see him, as long as that happens I don’t care about anything else.” She said firmly in her resolve.

“You don’t understand you?! You have no idea what you’re up against!”

“Oh, and what makes you such the expert?”

“You need to snap out of this, besides I only know because he’s my-” Before he could finish the door they stood in front of had sprung open. No one stood on the other side except for a tied up, bloody, and bruised Hyunwoo who sat limply tied in a wooden chair.

“So nice of you to join us, Ms. Taz.” said a voice snaking through Taz’s ears, “Big thanks to Hyungwon for bringing in the prey. He’s such a great big brother.”

Taz was shocked to hear that the disembodied voice and the man standing next to her were related. She immediately recognized the voice from the one that had threatened her on the phone, but something didn’t seem quite right.

“I honestly thought you would have kept your word and killed yourself, but it looks like I’ll have to get my hands dirty once again.”

Taz was gripped by the hair and dragged into the room. Once she was in, Taz scrambled her way over to Hyunwoo, taking his face in her hands. She pressed her forehead against his, kissing the tip of his dirty nose. His eyes fluttered open just a bit, a tired, weary smile gracing his lips.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such a heartwarming moment you two are having right now, I hate it.” Said the voice ripping them apart.

Taz lied on her back looking around the room before she spoke again, “Are you really such a coward that you have to hide behind some phony voice? Why don’t you show me your face?”

“You really have no idea who you’re messing with, do you?” the voice hissed.

“You said you wouldn’t hurt her.” Hyunwoo interrupted.

“That was before she lied; now everything is fair game. It’s bad though,” murmured the voice, “I hate it when people lie to me.”

“You can’t do that!” Hyunwoo yelled struggling in his restraints.

“Watch me.” Said the voice sinisterly.

“I still don’t understand. How are you able to hurt me, when I can’t even see you?” She looked around terrified.

The voice replied coldly, “The most deadly things are the ones unseen.”

Taz felt immense pressure around her head and throat. It felt an enormous weight was crushing her lungs, squeezing the life out of her. The world around her started to fade away, blurring into one solid grey blob.

“Time’s up Taz,” said the voice inside her head.

“You still never told me who you were…” she thought feeling her throat tighten.

Her sight becoming blurry and limbs lost all their strength. Her mind became fuzzy and her thoughts were disoriented. Her breaths came in shorter and shallower as she felt the cool ground beneath her.

“Death,” the voice chuckled as Taz breathed her last breath.

***

Taz was curled up into a ball position on the ground, or at least that was what she thought. The last thing she could recall was that a sinister voice echoing in her head. The words like sharp talons piercing through her every thought, crushing her until she could no longer comprehend her reality. The only thing she knew that kept her going was the thought of the one person she loves.

A soft voice called out to her, “Taz.”

He laid a hand on her arm and gently caressed her cheek with the other, calling her name again, “Taz.”

He tucked her hair behind her ear and bent over to kiss her nose as she had done to him many times before. An adoring smile spread over his thick pink lips as he studied her face. He hadn’t realized how much he missed touching her face, seeing her soft peaceful features as she slept.

“Taz, wake up.”

Her eyes fluttered open searching for the voice she had just heard. She already knew who it belonged to, but she wasn’t sure if she was dreaming. Taz sat up looking around the white spacious area around her. Illuminated, every corner and crease warmly glowed, but something even brighter outshone it all.

The figure in all white stood a few feet in front of her. Shielding her eyes the silhouette of a tall, lean, young man began to take form, the light around him softly fading his features becoming clearer. He reached out for her hand, but Taz was slightly hesitant.

She had to be dreaming, either that or she was going insane, but the way her heart began palpitating in her chest there was no way it was a dream. She gripped his hand lacing her hand with his and finally found her voice.

She spoke confidently and pulled him into a breathtaking hug, “Hyunwoo.”

He buried his face in her hair, tightly hugging her against his body. Hyunwoo lifted Taz a few feet off of the ground twirling her in the air. He placed her back on her feet and softly kissed her lips. She smiled against his lips but didn’t break the kiss, wrapping her thin, lanky arms around his neck.

Slowly Hyunwoo pulled away and pressed his forehead against hers, “Do you realize how long I’ve waited to hold you like this again?”

“No, but I don’t understand. What happened?”

Taz felt Hyunwoo stiffen in her embrace. She pulled out of the hug and looked at him confused.

Were things that bad?

“Hyunwoo, what happened?”

Hyunwoo looked at the ground, his voice suddenly small, “You really don’t remember?”

Taz shook her head, her brows knitting in confusion. Hyunwoo looked down at her. He wore the saddest expression that she had ever seen before, and Taz’s heart sank.

“You killed yourself Taz.”

Her voice hitched in her throat, “I…wh-why?”

Hyunwoo sighed and took her hand, “Taz, I died a year ago yesterday in a plane crash. Every day since then you went to the restaurant that we promised to meet on that day. Of course, I’ve kept an eye on you, but I can only do so much to protect you from yourself.”

“Every day I watched as you slowly started to fade away and lose your hold on the world around you, shutting everything else out and living in your memories. It wasn’t until a month ago when things started to get much, much worse. You started to hear voices and seeing things that weren’t there. It was so hard to watch you fall into such a deep, dark hole.”

Taz caught a tear that fell down Hyunwoo’s cheek. He leaned into her warm hand, placing his hand over hers.

“I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t realize how bad I had become. I made everything up in my head? What was wrong with me?!” She said shocked at everything Hyunwoo had described.

“You didn’t have the help. You were completely on your own, but don’t worry. Although our human lives ended in a tragedy that doesn’t mean it’ll happen again.” He said.

“True, but Hyunwoo where are we?”

He simply said, “Purgatory.”

“Is that a good or bad thing?”

“Depends, but I don’t care how long I’m here as long as I’m here with you.”

Taz smiled, intertwining their hands once more.

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gutterdreams · 6 years

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Wrapped Up Part 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Stranger Things. Word Count: 2.5 k Warnings: Lite smut, swearing.

This story came about so randomly. Please, let me know what you think. Billy x Reader, Steve x Reader If I forget to tag you, I apologize. I have a hard time keeping track.

MASTERLIST

To call this dangerous was putting it lightly. You two would have been safer putting your heads in the mouth of a starving and pissed off grizzly bear. Still, knowing the consequences, neither of you had a desire to quit. Steve hadn’t been so excited in his life in months. His hands slid up your sides as he tried to catch his breath, your chapped lips giving him a break that was long enough to lean back against your kitchen table and peel your shirt overhead. “I wanted you all day…” Steve gasped against your stomach in between needy kisses over your taut skin. “I saw you outside in your gym uniform…” He kept talking as he lowered down to his knees, head in front of the zipper of your jeans. He stopped only to start unbuttoning his own shirt that reeked from a day of lusting after you while confined by assigned seating and situation. A planned fire drill took place while you were in gym class, a game of dodgeball having just begun. It was freezing outside and your nipples were poking through your grey gym shirt as your legs were speckled with goosebumps down to your white sneakers. Steve had watched you closely with a firmness tightening his jeans. His hands laid flat in his pockets as his feet fidgeted endlessly on the ground. It wasn’t until a shadow cast over his fantasy that he turned away and his arousal diminished.

Billy found you in the crowd of students and pulled you into his groin from behind, both arms around your waist and his mouth nipping at your neck. He turned you inward and put his hands in the pocket of his brown leather jacket, using it to keep you both warm at once. Plus, he wanted your cold breasts against him and not on display for the rest of the student body. That was where the danger came in. Billy was a possessive loose cannon and you were his dream girl from your cubic zirconia pierced ears to your sour cherry flavored lips to your penchant for wearing knee socks that fed into his school girl fantasy. Steve knew he could not have picked a worse person to become infatuated with, but when he joined student council and wound up spending lunch periods and weekends with you back in January, he couldn’t really help himself. It wasn’t as if you controlled yourself either. After dropping you off for a fundraiser while in a rotten mood, Billy left you open to Steve’s comforting words. He had cursed you out as you climbed out of his car and Steve was there to make sure you weren’t completely rattled. After that, Steve’s hand on your back became a staple and it was natural that eventually that hand would be down the front of your pants while you took a break from planning a car wash to raise money for a senior trip. Steve was working your tight jeans off of your hips, smiling against the cotton fabric of your underwear, when the phone rang and scared you both. The fear of being caught by anyone, and therefore Billy, kept you both on edge. “Don’t get it.” Brown eyes warm at your pelvis, Steve asked while nodding back into your one hand that was gently combing his thick head of hair. After four rings, it stopped so you went back to using the table behind you for support and letting Steve undress you, but the phone started to scream at a high pitch again. If it wasn’t your grandma, it would be Billy. You didn’t want to give your perpetually emotional boyfriend any reason to show up unannounced, so you started to wiggle away. “No, no, no,no,no,no,no....” Moaning against your hip bone, Steve held his face there and tried to hold your legs in place. One hand left the table and the other fled from his hair and you stopped around him to race for the phone on the wall by the sliding glass door. It was hard to run with your pants at your knees, but you caught the last ring and gasped into the phone. “Hello?” Once again, something kept the two of you from getting together. All you and Steve had accomplished was messy kisses and secret touching and glances. It was starting to feel like the universe was trying to get involved, trying to protect you both from inevitable doom. There was a quiet pause and a sigh before, “Hey.” It was Billy, clearly smoking in a quiet place somewhere. “I couldn’t find you anywhere after class.” He had combed the halls, feeling embarassed that he didn’t know where his girlfriend was. “Oh yeah, I had to bolt.” It wasn’t a lie. One look from Steve across the hall, a sneaky crooked smile made from his lips, and you just wanted to be reminded of what his hands felt like. They were soft unlike Billy’s that were burned at the ends from hot car wires and ash from falling asleep with a smoke in hand. They both aroused you in their own way. “Well, just…” He talked around the cigarette hanging between his teeth. “Let me know next time. I was waiting for you.” As a naturally impaitirnt man, Billy hated having to wait. “Sorry. Definitely.” While wrapping your pointer finger around the powder blue cord, you listened to Billy smoke and chat while adoring Steve with wistful eyes. He was fixing his hair with just his hands, combing it over and over to one side while resting on a black kitchen chair with his semi loaded in his jeans. It prompted you to try and shimmy your jeans up your hips with one hand, resting the phone between your shoulder and ear. “Hello?” Billy had been talking to you, asking questions, but you were too distracted by the boy, his rival, in your kitchen. “Huh?” “I said, where did you go?” Thankfully, he didn’t sound annoyed. “Just a student council meeting. Last minute thing at my place.” You did have to ask Steve if he wanted to cover the treasury position while Melanie was out with the measles. “Oh, lame.” Billy chuckled when he heard you laugh lightly. He always teased you about your role on the student council. Nobody could believe, especially his family, that a studious girl involved with school had taken up with him. He liked that someone so intelligent thought he was worth the time or had any value. It was the validation he had been craving since early childhood. “How long are you going to be? I want to take you out.” Your heart strings stretched at how his voice lightened up, expressing himself in a kind manner. There was never a happy medium with Billy. He was either burning livid or completely fine. It made your relationship often feel like a roller coaster which was fun at the beginning, but lately, when he was pissed off, it just hurt. There was no thrill in waiting to make up anymore. “I’m not sure.” You and Steve didn’t have any finite plans. There was just an electric current dancing between you both, daring you two to connect. “Could I just call you after?” “Sure.” He complied agreeably. “Think about what you want to do.” “Ice cream.” Making him laugh, you instantly told him. You didn’t need a single second for consideration. If Billy was taking you out, you were getting a butterscotch sundae with chocolate chips. “Okay.” Amused, you could hear Billy’s adoring smile through the phone. “Hey?” He put his smoke out in the empty beer can on a hallway book shelf and kept you on the phone. “Is Harrington there?” He checked just as Steve was getting up from his spot, grabby hands out in front of you and teasing. Instantly, your mind screeched like the television would when a channel went out. Had someone seen you leave in Steve’s parents car? You had tried to be so careful. “I hate that he’s a part of your group.” Billy griped and returned you to reality. You weren’t doing anything wrong with Steve as far as he knew. You two were just having a student council meeting. “Yeah, he’s here.” Looking right at Steve as he slid a hand from your hip to the dimple on your back, you told your boyfriend. It was strangely nice to not lie to him even though you were purposefully omitting the truth. “I’ll call you once we are done, okay?” Billy considered just coming over and hanging out in your room while you went about your meeting, but he knew he would grow frustrated with waiting or being in the same room of people who didn’t like him. So, he sighed and nodded. “Okay. See you later, babe.” You hung up quickly and left him to his own devices, which he loathed. “Does he ever leave you alone?” Steve asked in a mumble as he pulled you close, breathing in his scent on your skin and kissing at the side. “He would lock you up in a tower if he could…” The moment was gone though. Billy’s voice had guided you away from your feverish desire and left a guilty pang in your chest. While your boyfriend wasn’t perfect, he didn’t deserve to be cheated on. In fact, you were pretty sure it would kill him, absolutely pulverize his heart to a bloody pulp. Pulling your head away, you pushed a palm softly against Steve’s chest and leaned into the wall. Steve didn’t ask. He knew you were out of it. Your eyes had lost their excited firework show and looked lost in muddled, but sad thoughts. “Do you want to watch a movie?” Scratching at his forehead, he suggested. It wasn’t just physical for him. He wanted to be with you. You might have been pulling away, but Steve slid his hand into yours anyway, offering himself as an alternative to the mullet haired metal-loving maniac that had claimed you from the first time you walked by him in aisle three of the grocery store. “I can’t.” Teeth tight, your mouth apologized without actually saying sorry. Honestly, you would have loved to sit on the couch with his fingers playing with your hair, some silly comedy on. “I told Billy I’d go for ice cream with him.” “Cute.” Hurt, Steve teased and finally backed off. He dropped your hand and leaned back on your heels. “Steve.” “What?” He was playing dumb, so you didn’t give in with an answer. You just dropped your chin toward your chest, brows raised. It was a go-to expression that said it all.

“I just don’t get it.” He coughed up quickly with a double shoulder shrug, one like James Dean on a movie screen might. “You’re just an amazing girl, like, incredible.” He could over look your lapse in loyalty as it benefited his body and ego. He thoroughly enjoyed your lips on his and, while he would never admit it, he liked that he knew it would destroy Billy. The king of their school’s girlfriend needing satisfaction and heat from the kid he detested most. Whenever Billy said Steve, it sounded like a curse, like he was being forced to chew a gamy and rancid meat. “And Billy is…” “Not an amazing girl?” You joked with your head resting right up against one shoulder. Sometimes, you made yourself laugh. “No, he’s just… Billy.” Steve scoffed and then grimaced. “Cancel on him and I’ll take you for ice cream.” It sounded like a whine, but you overlooked the noise since you understood that the situation wasn’t very fair to him. “No, absolutely not. We can’t go out. Hawkins is too small.” The risk of being seen stealing giggly glances at each other or holding hands was too high. All it would take was Steve handing you a spoon for your sundae and Billy would use that same spoon to stab Steve and then you. There was no happy ending in that scenario.

“What if I want to take you out?” On the tip of your tongue, there was a slow protest. You nearly told Steve what he already knew, that you had a boyfriend, but then you examined the situation and ignored the thought. “We shouldn’t even be doing this.” You pointed back and forth between your chests. “I’ll just see you at school and the meeting on Monday, okay? Thanks for driving me home.” “Yeah, of course.” Even if you hadn’t wanted to kiss on him, he would have happily brought you to your place. He way Billy drove, you would be safer hitting the road inside a freewheeling tire. Steve didn’t want to leave. He wanted to keep sliding his hands around your body, feel your heartbeat through your blouse against his chest, and kiss your lips until they were glossy again. He knew he couldn’t stay though. He wasn’t your boyfriend…well, not yet. He smirked at the thought and leaned in to kiss you, but you were quicker and dove in to skip his mouth and leave a small wet peck on his nearest cheek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He looked for satisfaction in the disappointment and began to walk out of the kitchen, letting himself out. “See you.” Sweet and low, you whispered and waved as he left. You took a little time to yourself to regroup before calling But back. You wanted to brush your teeth, remove Steve’s flavor, as well as have a long glass of water. Billy’s voice came through a cough on the other line once you felt more collected. Still, the guilt of being caught up with Steve squeezed at your stomach when you heard your boyfriend speak. He clearly had been waiting for you to call him back. Usually, it was Susan who answered the phone whenever you called without warning. “I’m ready now.” Your voice was small, somehow weakened by the confusing pain you were feeling. You were hurting Billy even if he didn’t know it and you were well aware that the situation was unkind to Steve even if he was a sling participant in it. “How’d the meeting go?” The question caught you by surprise and adjusted your posture. Usually, Billy didn’t acknowledge your extracurricular activities. He just wanted you and that was the extent of it. He never inquired for more information. “Oh, it was good.” Very vaguely, the words trembled off your tongue. It was harder than you thought it would be to lie. You wondered if criminals always felt this horrible. "Pretty boring, really.“ “I figured as much.” He chuckled to himself. “I can be there right away. Just got to get my keys.” You hadn’t a clue that he was currently waiting for you to save him from boredom in his bedroom, shirtless and horny. He was truly excited to see you though and not only because you were his favorite escape. “Okay, I’ll be ready.” You assured him and looked over yourself, making sure no signs of Steve’s touch was on the same clothes you wore to school. “See you soon.” This time he hung up first, eager to have your fingers between his and hips against his. He wanted to get his girl ice cream because he took great pride in making you happy.

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amandajeanwrites · 6 years

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september showers

A shower is often a place of solace, a place where you find sure footing and stand tall despite rushing water from above. It’s comfort, ease, relaxation. It’s tiny droplets against tense shoulders and briefly medicated migraines. It’s a place of quiet, for some, just the soft beating of wet against ceramic, the occasional moist exhale and spray of water from lips. A sharp inhale after rinsing your face under the steady flow, breathing in refreshing and clean air. For others, it’s a low hum, echoed radio-jams against tile walls and floors, mirrors glistening with steam. Showers can be cold, frigid like a stream waterfall, refreshing and replenishing, urging away the sweat and grime of a hot day. They can be hot, reddening soft skin, scalding and perfect, heating away the first frost of the year stuck to cold fingers and toes. They can be a quick wake-me-up, hop-in-and-out when you’ve woken up almost-too-late for an early shift. They can be long, enticing, a place for reflection and inspiration.

Yesterday, while I showered, an evening restart, a wash away of my anxieties and stressors, I reflected. I compiled and composed, making mental lists of goals and hopes and dreams as my shampoo suds swirled down the drain past sore heels and electric-blue toenails. I weighed the pros and cons, enticed by potential and possibilities, but discouraged by time and progress.

Running an ivory bar of soap over sun-kissed shoulders and cracked elbows, I worried over lack of time or ambition. I prioritized my dreams, as I did endlessly in other locations around the house and neighborhood and town, but there’s something different about the shower. Something brought me to a simple question, maybe the water trickled from my hair and whispered in my ear. If I could do something, just one thing, at every waking hour of my life, no matter where I was or who I was with, what would that thing be?

My eyes prickled with a confused emotion, heart racing as the water beat down around my ears. Stray hairs circled in clumps on the tile walls, and I traced them with trembling fingers. I realized that all I wanted was to write, to observe the world, gain perspective, inspiration.

Everything I do in life is words, drain-circling, water-rushing words. Stocking shelves at work is a story to be told about a girl struggling to accomplish her dreams. Taking the dog to the park is a story of a caring mother, who will do anything to see her child full of such joy. Sipping my daily coffee is the story of an addict, desperate for the one thing that will force a smile onto her face even on the hardest of days. Snuggling my husband in the evening is the story of a girl who has everything at her fingertips, and is surrounded by supportive and amazing people. Showering after a hard day’s work is the story of a girl realizing her passions for the hundredth time and validating them with emotions.

That realization was the sharp inhale after rinsing my face, eyes opening to blurry and unsure waters that clear to reveal soap-free sight again. Writing for me is drying off and curling into fresh sheets with newly-shaved legs. It’s the comfort of a long, candle-lit bath followed by a movie night with chocolate chip ice cream.

I guess, what I’m saying is, I’ll be writing here again. Much more often. As in, every day. Tune in, and thanks, as always, for reading xo

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ranransailor · 7 years

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Let’s get married.

words: 2k.

pairing: honokotoumi.

a/n: i know nothing about weddings, but i love these three way too much. enjoy.

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“Let’s get married.” Honoka said. Umi and Kotori looked at her. Honoka smiled. They were all sitting on the couch they owned doing different things: Kotori was knitting something (probably a scarf for Umi since it was blue and long), Umi was reading the newspaper and Honoka was lying on top of them, napping until some minutes, seconds ago.

“What?” Umi asked. She wanted to make sure she had heard what Honoka had said just fine.

“I said let’s get married.” Umi frowned. Honoka’s eyes were shinning, like every time she had an idea she considered good.

“That’s crazy.” Umi said. She almost sighed. Sometimes she wondered if Honoka knew what she was saying when talking. If she thought before speaking. If she thought at all.

“I don’t think it’s a bad idea.” Kotori commented. Honoka looked at her with an even bigger smile on her face. Umi looked at her frowning even more. Kotori closed her eyes and hoped for them to stay calm.

“Kotori, you know it’s impossible, right? There’s no way three people can get married.” Umi explained. Sometimes she wondered if Kotori kept up with Honoka’s nonsense just to please her or because she actually thought she had good ideas. Umi thought that it was probably both. And love. Of course. Love.

“But… but! You can both marry me. It’ll be like, a harem or something.” Honoka said. Kotori smiled. Umi tried not to start complaining.

“No.” Was all she said. Honoka pouted and moved so the upper part of her body would be on top of Umi. She placed her head on her hands, and her arms (her elbows, if more specific) on Umi’s legs. She kept pouting. Umi looked away. Honoka could easily do the same as Kotori and fool her with some kind words and a cute face, but she finished up exaggerating her expression so much it just ended up being silly and never convincing her.

“Aw, Umi-chan! C’mon! I really really really want to marry you and Kotori-chan!” She exclaimed. Umi sighed.

“It’s impossible, Honoka. It just is.” She said, sighing. She’d also like to marry Kotori and Honoka (she would never say it out loud, though. It was shameless), but it was as she said: impossible.

“But,” Kotori started, taking both of her girlfriends’ attention “What if we don’t get legally married?” She asked. Umi frowned. Honoka kind of jumped.

“Do you mean you want to do something illegal, Kotori?”

“No, no. I meant that, what if we have a pretend wedding, like in the old times? It’ll be a symbolical wedding.” She said. Honoka moved and hugged her (not without almost kicking Umi in the face).

“That’s my Kotori-chan, always coming up with good ideas!” Honoka said while kissing her cheek. Kotori giggled.

“You were the one that had the idea, Honoka-chan~!” She said. Honoka just kept on burying her head in Kotori’s neck making her giggle. Umi looked at them and tried to find the words she needed to avoid the pretend wedding and its embarrassment, but there were none. All that was left was a vague feeling of anxiety and worry.

“Umi-chan.” Kotori called while Umi thought about what’d she wear. Umi looked at her. “Do you want to marry us?” Kotori asked. Umi looked at them. Kotori and Honoka, the girls she had loved the most in her entire life, the girls that helped her grow and become a better person. The girls she never wanted to leave. She sighed.

“Of course.”

All the girls wanted to participate in the wedding. Rin and Hanayo were in charge of the decorations (flowers and flowers and even more flowers because there are never enough flowers at a wedding or so they said) and Maki was in charge of money related things and etiquette. On the other hand the oldest girls were in charge of making sure everything was in order (Eli), give them good luck with a spell or something of that sort (Nozomi) and being the priest (Nico. Their first option was Nozomi but she refused by saying “Nicocchi has a priest face”).

They tried to dress according to the situation. Kotori took care of that, of course. Honoka was wearing a light and summer-like white dress with colorful designs on it and an orange flower on her chest, Umi was wearing a blue and white formal dress and a blue flower on her chest (she was also wearing a random red and blue tie Honoka owned since she insisted that she had to wear it), and, as for Kotori, she was the only one that was dressing all-white: white dress and white flower.

The wedding was going to be held on their backyard, so they waited for everything to be ready on their living room, sitting on the same couch as the other day. Umi was sitting in the middle and she just wanted the girls to hurry up and finish the preparations so they could get married as soon as possible.

“Are you nervous, Umi-chan?” Honoka asked, squeezing her hand. Umi glared at her.

“I…” She took a deep breath “Yes.” She found no use in lying: she knew that if she did so her girlfriends would know.

“Don’t be! Aside the others no one else is going to be here,” Honoka said, playing with Umi’s hand “And you’ve got us, right, Kotori-chan?” She asked. Kotori nodded. Umi was looking down, staring at her legs, paying attention to her breathing. In and out. In and out.

“And it’s not like it’s a real wedding, after all. It doesn’t matter if you fall or make a mistake. Just pretend it’s like when we were kids.” Honoka said, now playing with Umi’s tie. She loosened it. Umi felt grateful since she felt like it was chocking her.

“I-I don’t remember getting married when we were kids.” She confessed. Kotori giggled. Honoka stared at her with those blue eyes Umi liked so much. She thought they were electric and crazy. Just like Honoka.

“I can’t believe it!” She exclaimed “After all, you were the one that had the idea, right, Kotori-chan?” Kotori nodded again.

“Umi-chan was so cute! She even got us rings!” Kotori said. Umi blushed. She didn’t remember anything like that happening.

“Yeah! They were the ones that came with an ice cream, right? They were really cool! And she even got on her knees, remember? It was so romantic!” Honoka said, hugging Umi. Umi fidgeted.

“Did-did I really do that?” She asked. Kotori and Honoka nodded.

“You said that we were the prettiest girls you had ever met and that you loved us a lot!” Kotori said. Honoka nodded.

“And you made us wear the rings all the time! You got really mad if we didn’t!” She added. Umi was just getting redder and redder. She really didn’t remember that.

“I… Thanks.” She said. She knew what her girlfriends had done: make her calm down by talking to her about something seemingly unrelated to the situation. Kotori and Honoka smiled. They always managed to calm her down.

“What are girlfriends for?” Kotori asked placing her hand over hers. In that moment Eli (who was wearing a light blue tuxedo that Nozomi and Nico probably got her) opened the door and said everything was ready. They stood up and looked at each other. They were also ready.

They started walking on a red carpet someone had placed on the ground. Kotori was in the middle of both of them, with a bouquet. Everyone aside Nico was sitting. Rin and Hanayo were tossing petals over them. One landed over Umi’s head.

“Okay, okay,” Nico said as they approached her “so, I’m gonna be really honest right here: I have no idea what to say. I mean, Nozomi should have been the priest, am I right?” She chuckled. No one else did so. She continued. “But I guess you three really do love each other a lot. I mean, I knew you three had something going on when I met you. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but you had something and it showed. And that something ended up being love. And being in love can be quite alright, I guess,” she glared at Eli and Nozomi “even if you’re dating a pair of idiots. I know that one from experience. And even if getting married can be messy and out of control, you three decided to do so, and that’s brave. But well, I should stop babbling. I hope you three the best. We all do. Really. I would say you make a great couple, but you’re three so I’m not sure what to say. Now, do any of you want to say something?” She asked. Umi’s heart was racing. She raised her hand. She wanted to say something. Ever since she met them. Ever since she saw them for the first time.

“Uh, Umi, you didn’t need to raise your hand, you know?” Nico asked. Umi took a deep breath.

“I love you two,” She said, looking at Kotori and Honoka. Her voice was shaky. She closed her eyes. “I really do. Ever since I met you, I knew you’d change my life. And you did. And I’ll always be grateful. I remember when we were younger, and I wondered if someone could have two soulmates. I remember when I realized that yes, you can. And I remember when I realized that I couldn’t’ve asked for better ones. You two are my everything. And I want to be with you two forever; I know I wouldn’t handle being away from any of you. I’ll love you and thank you endlessly.” She felt tears coming out of her eyes. She opened them and saw that Honoka and Kotori were also crying. Honoka jumped over her and hugged her tightly.

“Umi-chan!” She sobbed “Umi-chan I love you so much you have no idea and I don’t ever want to leave your side!” She talked so fast Umi had to decipher her words. She hugged Honoka back and sobbed as well. Kotori hugged them both and said something among the lines of “I love you two so much”, but they were sobbing so loudly they couldn’t understand her. They stayed like that for some minutes, until Eli called order. Her eyes were teary and she was smiling.

“May we continue?” She asked. They all nodded.

“So, uh, Nozomi, come curse them or whatever you were going to do.” Nico said. Nozomi got up and did something that was supposed to assure them eternal happiness. Umi thought they didn’t need it, but thanked her still.

“And now, the moment we were all waiting for… Maki-chan come here!” Nico said. Maki got up and gave a ring to each. They had to put it on the hand of the person at their right side.

“Okay, so, Honoka Kousaka, do you take Kotori Minami and Umi Sonoda as your wives, promising to love them for as long as you live?” Nico asked. Honoka frowned.

“I’ll always love them, even after I die! And I do!” She said, placing the ring on Kotori’s finger. Nico looked at Kotori.

“Kotori Minami, do you take Honoka Kousaka and Umi Sonoda as your wives until forever, apparently?”

“I do.” She said, placing the ring on Umi’s finger. It took a while since Umi was trembling. It was now her turn.

“Umi Sonoda, do you take Honoka Kousaka and Kotori Minami as your eternal wives, for better or worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health?”

“I do.” She said, placing the ring she had on Honoka’s finger. Saying ‘I do’ made her feel brave and full of joy.

“I know declare you wife and wife and wife, I guess.” Nico said. Honoka and Kotori kissed Umi’s cheeks. Umi blushed and smiled like a dork. She was a married woman now. And she couldn’t be happier.

Honoka Kousaka-Minami-Sonoda was sitting on a couch she was sharing with Kotori Minami-Sonoda-Kousaka and Umi Sonoda-Kousaka-Minami. She had been napping for a while. Kotori was knitting. Umi was reading the newspaper.

She broke the silence.

“Now let’s have a baby.”

#ayyyyy #wedding fics make me die #i love honokotoumi so much yall have no idea #tagging bc i have nothing to lose:#kousaka honoka #minami kotori #sonoda umi #honokotoumi #love live #sailor tries to write

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