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You were meant to stay 1/3 (Sparrow X Amara)

Character (OCs):

Hannah "Sparrow" Clayton

Amara Thompson

SUMMARY: Hannah's and Amara's love story! How did they fall in love? 👀

Warnings: Female X Female, violence, fluff, some places are fictional.

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Words: 12.316

Hannah adjusted the strap of her luggage bag over her shoulder. She looked at the façade of the building with a certain nostalgia. It had been a long time since she last saw her little brother Connor. She had really missed him. But finally, she was able to find free time to visit him.

Connor lived in Kingston Upon Hull, in the UK. The hometown of Hannah and her siblings. The four brothers were born there, but when the twins were two years old, the Clayton family moved to their mother Monika's hometown, in Zermatt. They all grew up there, with a happy childhood, full of craziness and mischief. When they all became adults, each brother took a different path, Hannah and Nathan (the older siblings) stayed in Zermatt to start their business together, a garage where they repair and restore cars. Elizabeth went to Germany to study psychology and live with her uncles. And Connor, returned to Hull to earn a living and fly away from the nest. He got a job at a car dealership, he wasn't as good a mechanic as Hannah or Nathan but he knew about cars and he knew how to sell them.

Hannah approached the entrance to the apartment block and pressed the intercom button that corresponded to her brother's apartment. The door opened with a shrill sound. Hannah opened the door and just as she walked in another woman did.

"Oh sorry." Hannah excused herself, holding the door open so the girl could enter.

"Thank you"

She had to look at her twice. Hannah could see that this woman was incredibly beautiful. That woman exuded sensuality and confidence when she walked. Hannah had to force herself not to gawk for too long.

The young woman looked at her too, but not with as much adoration as Hannah did. Maybe it was because of the scars. Yes, it was always because of the scars, they scared anyone.

Hannah closed the door and walked towards the elevator. The woman was walking in front of her, probably towards the elevator too, swaying her hips from side to side. Hannah had to force herself not to look down.

You are no better than any man, Hannah Clayton…

The elevator arrived and they both got in. Hannah cursed when she saw the girl press the button corresponding to the floor Hannah had to go to.

This is going to be uncomfortable...

The wait seemed eternal, the elevator was also old and it seemed like it wanted to laugh at Hannah going slower than usual. The elevator was also small, Hannah was much bigger than the girl, and took up almost all the space. She had to press her back against the wall and leave the bag between her boots to take up as little space as possible. The woman was in front of her, she sighed and brushed her hair to the side, an aroma of sweet perfume crossed her nose. It was nice, very nice. Hannah probably reeked of sweat. She was returning from a long mission with the 141, it had been a very long trip and it was the end of summer. She wanted to take a shower as soon as she set foot in Connor's apartment.

Finally, the doors opened. The woman was the first to come out, and then Hannah.

Hannah reached the door that corresponded to her brother's apartment. She pressed the bell a couple of times. The woman stopped at the next door, and without looking at her for a moment, she took out her keys and entered her house.

Hannah was staring at the door to the woman's apartment when the door in front of her opened.

"Here you are!" Connor's voice brought her out of her thoughts.

Hannah turned to look at her brother and smiled. The two melted in a warm embrace, patting each other's backs and ruffling each other's hair.

"Did you miss me that much?" Hannah joked.

"Not in your wildest dreams," Connor responded, laughing. "Come in. The trip must have been long, right?"

"You wouldn't even imagine..." Hannah sighed as she entered her brother's apartment.

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Hannah played with the little that remained of the beer at the bottom of the jar, shaking the mug slightly, watching as the amber liquid spun around, creating a small whirlpool.

She sighed and raised her head. Where the fuck was Connor? He had promised to spend a good night in the pub together, drinking and catching up on what had happened these last few months, telling stories and laughing until she fell out of her chair. It had been like that from the beginning but after a couple of hours Connor excused himself to go to the bathroom. More than fifteen minutes had passed and he hadn’t returned.

The pub had a lively atmosphere, there were people dancing where the tables didn't get in the way, there was live music, a happy band playing almost folk music. People laughed, patted each other on the back, told dark humor jokes, talked about deep conversations or simply drowned their sorrows with a good scotch.

But there she was. Starting to get bored, thinking about getting up and going to find her little brother. Finally she had enough, and with a grunt she finished the beer in one gulp. She slammed the jug on the table perhaps with too much force, luckily it didn't break. She stood up, almost knocking the chair to the floor. She walked among the people, her large and imposing figure helped a little, people moved aside as she passed, looking at her with curiosity, or even horror. The scars, they were always the scars... but she was already used to them, those marks had already been part of her for more than a couple of years, she had accepted them. So she ignored the people and walked with her chin up.

She approached the bar to ask the barlady about her brother but when she arrived she realized that said barlady was at the other end of the bar, with both elbows resting on the wood, with a silly smile listening to Connor's stories. Hannah couldn't believe it, she left her brother alone for five minutes and he had already found a girl to flirt with. She just hoped that if Connor was successful, it would be better if he fucked her in a hotel and not at home. Hannah had had a very long trip, after a very long mission, and the last thing she wanted was to not be able to sleep because of the fucking banging on the wall and the moaning of a one-night stand that wasn't even for her.

Hannah whistled trying to get her brother's attention. Connor, who now seemed to be very focused watching how the girl read the future in the palm of his hand, raised his head when he recognized his sister's peculiar whistle. Hannah always whistled, to get someone's attention, when she was happy, or just to annoy. They don't call her Sparrow for nothing.

When Connor found his sister among the people, he showed a pitiful smile, wanting to apologize with his eyes. But Hannah only showed a look without any kind of grace. Signifying that she wasn’t happy. Connor shrugged and winked at Hannah. She rolled her eyes and gave the middle finger. Connor responded by motioning that they would talk later but Hannah didn't believe him. So she turned around and walked towards the table where she had previously been sitting. She grabbed her jacket, an old black leather race jacket with a couple of old patches, and her helmet. And she went out into the street.

The cold night air felt like a reward. Hannah took a deep breath as she put on her jacket. Outside everything was calmer, there were a couple of people smoking and talking in a low tone. Few people were walking on the street. It was already very late at night.

She took out her cell phone and started texting Connor.

Hannah (01:24 am): I'm going home, I'm taking my motorcycle.

Connor (01:24 am): Come on Han! You're not going to leave me lying here, are you?

Hannah (01:25 am): call a taxi. Suffer the consequences of leaving your sister for a one night stand.

Connor (01:25 am): She is pretty right? I already have her in love.

Hannah (01:25 am): Whatever you say... I'm going home. If I hear a single moan tonight I swear I'll lock you on the balcony.

Connor (01:26 am): You love me too much to do that sis ;)

Hannah (01:26 am): Not enough.

She locked the phone and put it in the pocket of her pants. She began to walk in search of her prized motorcycle. She had only had one beer all night, she felt fine, with all her senses alert. Although maybe she would wait a little before driving. Just in case. Even so, the walk would go well. She had to park some distance from the pub. It was horrible to park in big cities, Hannah hated driving in big cities, too many people, too many cars, too many rules.

She kept both hands in the pockets of her jacket, she walked in silence, only listening to the sound of her boots when she walked. Enjoying the night, and the silence. She was too used to noise, to the big engines of military trucks constantly roaring, to the noisy blades of helicopters, to gunshots and explosions. So sometimes when everything was quiet it could be overwhelming, but that time it wasn't, she enjoyed the noises of the night, the crickets and the distant cars.

Finally she could see her prized motorcycle a few meters away, perfectly parked. A Kawasaki ninja zx-10r in a matte black color. Sparrow fell more in love every time she saw her. She bought it when she was only 18 years old with money saved from the cars she used to fix in her father's garage. It was her favorite vehicle, that beauty could reach 320 kilometers per hour, with a weight of 170 kg and about 175 horsepower. 998 cc four-cylinder engine. That motorcycle had been designed to win championships. Over the years Hannah managed to improve it, replacing and repairing parts. It was like her baby.

She reached her motorcycle, when suddenly she heard voices in an alley.

"Let go of me! Are you fucking deaf?!" A woman's voice was heard coming from that direction.

Hannah frowned, strangely leaving the helmet on the motorcycle.

"Stop moving you bitch!" A man exclaimed.

There was a sound of a slap and a short screech.

That's when Hannah didn't hesitate to intervene. Standing idly and listening made her just as guilty. So she ducked into the alley, hands shoved inside her jacket pockets.

"May I know what all this fuss is about?" She asked in a demanding tone.

She realized that there were three people there, two men who looked like two gorillas taken from the zoo and a woman. They were grabbing her by the arms.

Hannah looked at the girl a little more to make sure what her condition was. She was surprised to realize that it was the same girl she met in the elevator that morning. It was hard to forget a face like that. Her lip was split, blood staining her dark lipstick.

Sparrow gritted her teeth, feeling anger beginning to boil.

"And who the hell are you? Get out of here you bitch." The man on the right threatened.

"Leave her alone. Now." Hannah ordered with a frown. Her expression could scare even the devil himself.

"Or what?" The guy on the left scoffed, raising his chin.

"I won't repeat it again."

That gorilla laughed and began to approach with an air of grandeur.

"I will repeat it again. Or what?"

He licked his lips, inspecting Hannah from top to bottom. She ignored him completely, rather she glanced at the woman. The woman seemed scared, she hadn't said a word since Hannah had arrived. Maybe she was in shock and unable to speak.

"Look, pretty girl... Unless you want what's here like that little bitch over there." The man grabbed his crotch in a lewd and disgusting way, while pointing his thumb at the other woman. "You better get out or you're going to have a very bad time."

The man approached until he was a few centimeters away from Hannah. He didn't count on her being taller than him. That poor guy had to lift his head to look her in the eyes. He tried to hide his astonishment by biting the inside of his cheek. On the other hand, Hannah remained stoic, without moving a single muscle, without blinking, with a murderous look that penetrated his eyes.

"Damn what happened to your face?" The man asked mocking Hannah's scars.

"If you take one more step I'm going to break your teeth." Hannah spat contemptuously, ignoring that comment.

The man laughed and looked at his companion, who laughed too. Being completely unaware of who they were messing with.

The man didn't listen, he took another step.

"Or what?" He mocked, moving his face closer.

Suddenly the creak of a broken septum was heard and the man was on the ground holding his bleeding nose while grunting loudly in pain. Hannah shook her hand, relaxing her muscles and inspected her knuckles, they were bloody but the blood wasn't hers.

"I warned you, right?" Hannah raised an eyebrow, remaining completely calm. "Now let her go, or you'll end up worse than him." Hannah looked at the second man.

"Damn bitch..." the guy with the broken nose stood up ready to hit Hannah. Trying to catch her off guard, he threw a punch but only managed to hit the air. Hannah dodged it with great agility and hit him on the nose again. This time the punch was so hard that the back of the man's head hit the wall and he was knocked unconscious.

Hannah sighed and shook her head. It was always the same, the men weren’t able to stay on the ground after the first warning. She then looked over her shoulder at the second gorilla. The remaining guy took that look as a challenge rather than a warning. So he pushed the girl and lunged at Hannah.

The sergeant perfectly dodged the punches he threw. And when she found the perfect opportunity she threw a left hook that landed right in the pit of his stomach. The guy doubled over, clutching his abdomen. And without missing the opportunity Hannah struck just below his chin. The man staggered backwards until he collapsed on the ground, also unconscious.

Sparrow took a breath, catching her breath a little. Two KOs in less than two minutes, Hannah should pat herself on the shoulder for that. After that she remembered the girl, she looked for her. She found her a few meters away from her, she had her eyes fixed on the two unconscious guys on the ground.

"Hey... Are you okay?" Hannah approached her worriedly, wanting to make sure she was okay. "It's all over–"

But when the woman saw that suddenly another huge shadow was hovering over her, she got scared and didn’t hesitate to punch her hard in the nose. She staggered a couple of steps back. That took Sparrow completely by surprise. She didn't expect it, nor could she believe that her reflexes had failed her. Maybe she was too entranced by the other girl's beauty.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" The woman covered her mouth with both hands, completely surprised and regretful.

Hannah turned her face again and looked at her completely bewildered.

"Ouch!" Hannah complained holding the bridge of her nose.

"My goodness! It was completely unintentional!" The woman approached her worried. "You took me by surprise and I was scared. God... I'm so sorry..."

"It’s okay... It’s my fault. I got close when I shouldn't have." Hannah tried to excuse herself, trying to make light of it.

"Let's see. Let me take a look..." the woman walked over and took Hannah's face in her hands.

For a moment Hannah's heart felt like a shotgun blast. She felt terribly nervous, having such a pretty girl so close.

"Oh my god, you're bleeding."

Where was she supposed to look? To the eyes? No, she would look like a fucking psychopath.Up? Down? For God's sake, not down! When Hannah looked away and looked at the floor she was faced with incredible cleavage. By God, that woman was wearing a dark outfit capable of taking anyone's breath away. And it had definitely had an effect on Sparrow. A very tight tank top with semi-transparencies. A skirt so short and tight that it left little to the imagination, showing off slender legs. In addition to heels that seemed impossible to walk in. Her body was covered in ink, tattoos that hugged her brown skin. Japanese style? A full body irezumi? Wow.

"It won't stop bleeding... Come on. We can't leave you like this." The woman's voice brought Hannah out of her thoughts.

She grabbed Sparrow by the wrist and led her to what looked like small stairs with neon lights that descended a couple of meters until they reached a back door of some place. The bass of some music could be heard shaking the walls. When she opened the door, music filled Hannah's ears. She led her down a long, gloomy hallway to the main room. It was big, it was dark, there were neon lights everywhere, a bar to drink, tables and chairs, sofas and armchairs scattered around, surrounding platforms with a pole dancing bar in the center. Alcohol, drugs, music... There were dancers on the stages, dancing with pure sensuality and fluidity, doing incredible pirouettes on the pole. The customers who admired them didn't seem the friendliest, to say the least. Men in suits smoking cigars, gangsters looking like they had killed someone that night, or simply heartless men trying to drown their sorrows or escape from their wives...

At that moment Hannah realized what kind of place they had just entered. For a moment she wondered what she was getting into and why she let himself be dragged into the den of the wolf. Maybe to do something interesting that boring night, maybe just to tell Connor the story in the morning, or just because the girl was pretty.

Oh my god, Hannah...

The unknown woman ignored what was happening in that room and took her down another hallway to a dressing room. She opened the door. There were dancers touching up their makeup in front of incredibly well-lit mirrors. Women changing inside small fitting rooms or simply sitting in armchairs, gossiping or chatting. Everyone turned and fell silent when they noticed the new presences.

The woman ignored the rest and led Hannah to some armchairs at the back.

"Ashley can you get me some ice and the first aid kit?" The woman asked, as she took some tissues out of her purse and handed them to Sparrow.

A blonde dancer got up from her seat and brought her the first aid kit and ice.

"Can I know what happened? Have you hit another client again?" The blonde asked, observing the situation.

"What? No! Well..." the woman thought for a moment "yes, I hit her but it was an accident."

"Amara... she's bleeding..." that woman named Ashley raised an eyebrow as she rested both hands on her hips.

Amara…

"Who is that big girl?" Another woman with long braids asked, biting her lip, "She's cute."

Hannah didn't know where to look, she felt like a fawn in the headlights of a car. She was trying to concentrate on stopping the bleeding with the handkerchief. Luckily, little by little it was reducing.

"Mind your business, Tayla!" Ashley scolded her. Then she looked back at both women. "And what exactly happened?" Asked.

"I went to get some air when those two idiotic sergeants came out too and started harassing me. I hit one of them in the balls and they ended up getting angrier. But she appeared and left them unconscious on the ground. Apparently it's the only way that they learn..."

"And what did you expect, what would happen? You know them, they are soldiers! They think they have the right to touch us and use us like whores. It doesn't enter their tiny brain that the merchandise can’t be touched. Their neurons are barely useful for shoot" Ashley rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"Fucking soldiers... it's always the same with them. They think they're fucking kings of the world, that the rules don't work for them. They abuse their power, their position. If it were up to me they would all go to hell..." The woman spat with contempt.

Hannah swallowed and stood still and rigid. Apparently someone had a deep hatred towards the army. Sparrow felt like she was in a field full of mines. It would be best to keep her mouth shut.

Ashley chuckled and nodded.

"Anyway, I'll go tell security. We have to get those idiots out of the alley. They'll scare the customers."

Ashley ended up leaving, leaving them both alone.

"Let me take a look." The woman approached again, had Hannah remove the handkerchief from her nose and checked the condition of the nose. "It's not broken and the bleeding has finally stopped." The woman murmured in concentration, ignoring the small distance between the two. "Here, put some ice on your nose. It will help with the inflammation."

Hannah smiled gratefully as she placed the ice on the bridge of her nose. It hurt but she had received worse blows.

"You haven't told me your name yet," Sparrow muttered.

The girl looked into her eyes and smiled flirtatiously.

"Is that your way of flirting?"

Hannah shrugged. "I just want to know whose nose I almost broke for saving her from some bastards."

The girl chuckled and sat down next to Sparrow. She had a very sweet laugh.

"Amara." She introduced herself. "Amara Thompson. And... can I know my heroine's name?" She raised both eyebrows, curious.

Sparrow smiled.

"Hannah Clayton."

"Clayton? Are you Connor's sister? I remember seeing you this morning."

"Yes, well... I have a face that is difficult to forget." She pointed to the scars on her face with a small smile.

Amara had a sparkle in her eyes, she stared at the scars for a while. She was dying to ask but she didn't. Hannah was grateful.

There was silence.

"How do you feel?" Amara asked.

"I'm fine. It's not the first time I've been hit in the face." Hannah responded, trying to sound like a tough girl.

"A dangerous life eh?" Amara joked, resting her chin on her hand.

Hannah laughed. "One could say, Yes."

Amara smiled and looked towards the rest of the dancers. They all seemed to be talking and whispering about this new big girl. She sighed.

"Come on. We have to get you out of here before my boss realizes that I let you into the dressing room without permission." Amara got up, grabbed her bag, and waited for Hannah.

She got up too and they left through the same place they came in. A cold breeze picked up just as they both stepped out into the alley. Amara rubbed her bare arms.

"You can never trust the weather in Hull..." she murmured.

Hannah heard her and without thinking much she handed her her jacket.

"Take it."

Amara looked at the jacket and then at Hannah. She raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Is this another of your ways of flirting? I've seen this one many times."

Hannah rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. Was she flirting? Not even she knew it.

"Take it however you want. But you're shaking like a leaf." She reached out further, insisting on grabbing the jacket.

Amara looked at the jacket and then at Hannah. She took a few seconds to observe her body build. The broad shoulders and back, big arms, the tattoos… She seemed to enjoy the view a little. She wondered what she must do to have a body like that.

"And what about you? Aren't you cold?" She looked into her eyes again.

"I grew up in the Swiss Alps. I think I can handle it."

"I forgot that you are Connor's sister." Amara answered, ending up accepting the jacket.

Sparrow didn't overlook how big that article of clothing was on her, but she didn't say anything.

"And temporarily your neighbor. At least for a couple of months." Hannah started walking.

Amara followed her.

"Did you come to visit your brother?" She asked.

The tallest one nodded. "I haven't seen him in a long time, so I thought it was a good time to pay him a visit." Hannah looked at her "do you want a ride home? I have the bike right there" she pointed out.

"Oh~ biker girl huh..." Amara raised an eyebrow. "Flirting again?"

Sparrow laughed hiding a small blush.

"We both live in the same apartment block. I'm just saying it would be easier for you if I took you." Hannah justified.

Amara thought about it for a bit and ended up nodding.

"It's okay. Just don't try anything strange."

Hannah raised both hands.

"You have my word, ma lady."

They reached the motorcycle. Hannah untied her helmet and climbed on. She offered the helmet to Amara.

"I only have one. My brother has the other one. He's probably sticking his tongue deep into a waitress." Sparrow grimaced as she remembered why she was going home alone. Well, not so alone this time. She began to be grateful that her brother had abandoned her that night.

"Won't it be dangerous for you?" Amara asked accepting the helmet and placing it on her head.

"My head is hard enough don't worry." Sparrow joked.

Amara smiled, although because of the dark visor Hannah couldn't see it. Sparrow offered her hand to help her onto the bike. Amara accepted it, when she took Hannah's hand she realized that it was incredibly warm despite the cold, it was also somewhat rough and full of cavities. A fairly damaged skin. Amara's curiosity only grew.

She leaned on Hannah's hand and shoulder, and ignoring the heat of her cheeks, she ended up getting on the motorcycle. Right behind the her.

"Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?" Hannah asked, putting the keys in the ignition, and starting the engine, letting the beast roar.

"A couple of times. But not on this type of motorcycle." Amara was a little unsure, she didn't know where to put her hands.

Hannah smiled as she looked over her shoulder at her. She gently grabbed Amara's hands and wrapped them around her torso.

They’re so small, so cold.

"Place them here. Hold on tight." Hannah advised in a low, intimate tone.

She looked up, finding a black visor looking back at her. They looked at each other for a few seconds. Hannah was trying to find those beautiful brown eyes behind the tinted plastic, but she found nothing.

Finally she realized and cleared her throat in embarrassment. She looked ahead and started the motorcycle, trying to hide a slight blush.

"Let's go then." Sparrow announced, beginning to drive through the streets of Hull.

She had a hard time concentrating, she had her eyes focused ahead, on the road, both hands firmly on the handlebars, hee foot making sure to change to the right gear and maintaining a safe speed. But her mind was somewhere else, she felt Amara's body pressed against her back, her breasts pressed against her every time she braked or slowed down. Her palms on her abdomen, Amara moved them from time to time to get a better grip. It seemed like she was caressing her skin over her shirt. Hannah could feel Amara's face in the helmet just behind her ear. Her presence tickled the back of her neck, making her hair stand on end.

Hannah please…

At first Amara was tense, nervous. She was afraid of falling. She pressed herself against Hannah and hugged herself so tightly she feared she would break her ribs. Every time the bike leaned to turn, her heart raced and her legs tightened. But little by little she learned to relax. She realized that Hannah knew how to drive well, that she wasn’t like those reckless motorists who didn't care about speed limits. She could enjoy the curves, let the bike itself decide to distribute the weight. Amara learned to lean with every turn. It was a nice way to enjoy the city. It was different. The wind ruffled her long black hair. She would probably end up disheveled but she didn't care. She didn't care about everything anymore, she was enjoying it, she even smiled all the time like a little girl. She felt safe behind that broad back. She could feel Hannah's muscles tense as the bike turned or just moved a little. Sparrow's body also radiated heat, it was like hugging a stove, the cold no longer mattered. Although now what did get hot were her cheeks, her heart was racing, but not out of fear, it was because of something else. She still didn't know why.

Still she allowed herself the luxury of relaxing, resting her chin on Hannah's shoulder. Big, hard but padded too. For a moment she wished the trip would never end.

But all good things come to an end. Hannah parked in front of the corresponding apartment block. Shee turned off the engine and took out the keys. She helped Amara get off the motorcycle and then she got off herself.

Amara took off her helmet and handed it back to Hannah with a smile. Sparrow nodded, smiling like an idiot too.

They both entered the building and then into the elevator. Always in a comfortable silence. Finally they reached the apartment and it was time to say goodbye.

Amara took off her jacket, somewhat reluctantly. She liked it, it smelled good. She wanted to keep it but ended up giving it back to Hannah.

"Thank you for bringing me home." Amara smiled, tucking a strand behind her ear.

That action didn’t go unnoticed by Sparrow, she had to swallow to calm down.

"It hasn't been any trouble." Hannah massaged the back of her neck and smiled goofily.

"And… thanks for saving me from those idiots. And sorry about the… nose. I didn't mean to."

"Don't worry about it. I'm glad I was around to help."

There was a long and somewhat awkward silence this time.

"I'd better go home. It's a little late. You should sleep too."

"Oh! Yeah yeah. Of course. It's quite late."

"It was nice meeting you Hannah Clayton." Amara opened the door to her apartment.

"I liked it too."

"Good night." Amara said goodbye.

"Yeah good night."

In the end Amara smiled and disappeared behind the door. Leaving Sparrow alone in the hallway, with a goofy smile and a hand raised as if she wanted to go after her.

When everything fell silent Hannah sighed and her smile disappeared. A strange feeling of loneliness invaded her inside.

She shook her head and walked into Connor's apartment.

"What the fuck are you thinking Han?" She muttered to herself as she realized how agitated her mind was because of Amara. She didn't even know her. She was a stranger.

The apartment was empty, no one was there. Connor would probably spend the night outside. She kicked the boots off her feet and took off her shirt and pants on the way to her room.

She ended up lying down on her corresponding bed. Looking at the ceiling. Thinking about what had happened today. Her face still hurt. That made her smile. In the end she sighed and closed her eyes trying to calm her thoughts.

Unconsciously wishing to meet Amara again, she ended up letting herself be carried away by the tide of sleep, falling deeply asleep.

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Several days passed, Hannah met Amara in the elevator a few times, they chatted for a moment and then parted ways.

Connor told her that Amara had been his neighbor for a couple of years, and that she became a very close friend.

"And that interest in her Han? Have you fallen in love?"

"Shut the fuck up, Connor."

"Haha I'm just saying you have nothing to lose by trying."

A week passed like this, with short encounters in the elevator. Amara always smiled at her and stopped to talk to her. At least she was no longer looking at her strangely as if she had seen a weirdo. That was progress.

Now Hannah was in the parking lot of the apartment block with her brother. She had her hands in the engine of Connor's car. According to him, it made strange noises.

"Damn it Connor, the engine belt is destroyed. When was the last time you changed it."

Connor was leaning against the side of the car with his arms crossed, watching his sister work.

"Well I don’t know."

"This car was dad's, it has more than 150,000 km on it. It's older than you and me combined." Hannah raised her head to look at her brother.

"AND?"

Hannah looked at him like her brother really was an idiot.

"The timing belt has to be changed every 100,000 kilometers, idiot."

"Hey, you're the expert, I'm not." Connor defended himself.

Hannah sighed.

"I'm going to go buy a new timing belt this afternoon."

Suddenly a pair of heels was heard approaching in the distance.

"Hey guys." Amara walked past the Clayton siblings.

Hannah couldn't help but notice the incredible dress Amara was wearing. It was black, short, tight to the body, showing off firm, long legs. The black accentuated her tattoos.

Connor discreetly kicked Sparrow's boot. Hannah glared at him while Connor smirked and winked at her.

"Amara, dear! How are you? On your way to work?" Connor walked up to her and gave her a quick hug.

"That's right, debts and bills won't pay themselves." Amara sighed, reciprocating the hug.

A small wave of childish jealousy hit Hannah. But she didn't say anything.

"What are you two up to?" Amara asked separating herself from Connor.

"Hannah is checking my car. It's been making strange noises for several days."

Amara studied Hannah with a look that made the taller girl's legs tremble.

"Ah. Do you know about cars? Like Connor?" Amara asked.

Hannah straightened her back and wiped her hands on an old rag.

"I know how to sell cars. Hannah knows how to repair them. She's a mechanic."

"That's interesting." Amara smiled without taking her eyes off Hannah. "I think mine has some problem with the steering. It doesn't turn very well."

"I can take a look at it when you have free time."

"That sounds good."

Connor looked at them both as if he were watching a tennis match, a mischievous smile on his face. Oh he knew very well what he had to do.

"Well! I have to go, I have an appointment with a client and I can't cancel it."

Hannah raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"You didn't tell me you had work today."

"Well, sis. I don't need to tell you everything I do in my life." He patted Hannah's shoulder and winked. "Amara, love, it's been a pleasure seeing you today. I hope work goes well."

"See you around, Connor." Amara said goodbye.

And before Hannah could reproach, Connor was already gone. Leaving Hannah and Amara alone.

Hannah could have felt a little nervous. The silence was too uncomfortable for her so she pretended to pay attention to the engine. She heard Amara approach.

"I didn't know you were a mechanic." Amara commented.

"Yeah, well... My family is quite linked to cars. My father was a mechanic, and my older brother and I followed in his footsteps. I run a small garage with my brother in Switzerland."

"That sounds interesting."

There was another silence. Hannah didn't like silence, she felt that at any moment Amara would get bored and leave.

Oh god Hannah what are you thinking? Amara has to leave, she has to go to work. Work…

"Do you want me to take a look at it?"

Great Hannah…

"Mh?" Amara looked at her confused.

"To the car. I can do it in a moment. Or at least see what it's about." Then she rubbed the back of her neck and looked away. "If you have free time of course."

"Sure. I still have time." Amara lied. She was in a hurry, but she didn't care, her boss could wait a little longer.

Sparrow nodded and closed the hood of Connor's car.

"Which one is your car?"

Sparrow followed Amara a few meters until they reached an old and somewhat dilapidated car.

Hannah whistled in surprise.

"I think your car has more problems than just the steering. In fact I don't know if it will pass the next technical inspection." Sparrow examined the car, it was a gem from the past that needed to be retired, it was barely in one piece. "Have you thought about changing it?"

Amara thought about the answer a little.

"I can't afford it and I'm too fond of that car to get rid of it so easily."

Sparrow found something hidden behind those beautiful brown eyes. There was a story behind that car so she simply nodded.

“Then it'll be better if I take a look at it. Maybe it’s not that bad.”

She lay face up on the ground and crawled until she was right under the car.

“Let's see…” Hannah took out a small flashlight and began examining the pieces.

Amara stood watching, admiring, even enjoying the views. Hannah's shirt had risen slightly showing part of her abdomen. Amara bit her lower lip unconsciously. She realized that there were also scars on that part of the body. A wave of curiosity overtook her, but she said nothing.

“The axle seems to be fine, there is rust and some dents but nothing serious that could affect the steering of the car.” Hannah commented, getting out from under the vehicle and standing up. She pointed to the door that led to the driver's seat. “Do you mind if I look inside?”

“Oh! Sure." Amara took out the keys and unlocked the car.

Hannah got into the car and sat in the driver's seat. She started checking some things.

“I think I already found the problem. It's the steering wheel. It is too loose or not properly adjusted to the steering column.”

Amara crossed her arms and leaned against the car.

"And what does it mean?" She asked looking into Hannah's eyes.

“It means I could fix it in an afternoon. I only need a few tools and there would be no need to take it to a mechanic.” Hannah responded by getting out of the car and resting her elbow on the roof of the vehicle.

Amara sighed in relief.

Hannah watched her for a moment. Hesitating whether to say something or not. But in the end she ended up saying it.

Living only happens once.

“But…” Hannah spoke again making Amara look up. “My services aren’t free.” she smiled sideways.

Amara's smile spread but she looked away. She snorted and reconnected her gaze with Hannah.

"How much are we talking about?" Amara supported her weight at first.

“Mmm…” Sparrow thought a little “ a dinner?”

It took Amara a little while to react but she ended up letting out a giggle that sounded incredibly sweet to Hannah.

“Is that what you ask for in return?” Amara raised an eyebrow. She looked more relaxed.

"It's too much? “We can leave it for coffee if you want.”

Amara bit her lip again and shook her head. A light blush rose to her cheeks. Hannah's heart skipped a beat.

“No, dinner sounds good. “I just… I didn’t think you’d ask me out on a date in exchange for fixing my car.”

“Well… money is too boring sometimes.” Hannah shrugged.

“I wasn't talking about money.” Amara continued smiling despite the conversation. It was like Hannah always gave him that goofy smile. She didn't dislike him.

“Oh no?”

Amara chuckled and shook her head.

"It doesn't matter." Amara took a step forward, standing inches from Hannah. She was wearing heels but Hannah was still taller. She e motioned with her finger for Hannah to lower her head a little. The taller one obeyed and Amara took the opportunity to leave a tender kiss on her cheek. “Thank you for checking my car, Hannah.” Amara thanked in a honeyed, almost flirtatious tone.

Hannah froze at that very moment. She never thought lips could feel so soft. How a single kiss could make her fall to her knees as if someone had shot her in the heart. But this time it was a shot that did feel good.

"Tonight. “Come pick me up at the club when I finish work.” Amara turned and walked towards her car, swaying her hips.

“But by the time you finish work it will be too late, all the restaurants will be closed.” Hannah responded confused.

Amara turned around just before getting into her car and flashed a mischievous smile.

“Then surprise me. By the way, I don't eat meat."

And without saying anything else, she got into the car, started and drove away, leaving Hannah with the word in her mouth.

And now what was she going to do?

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Hannah parked in front of the club. She turned off the engine and took the keys out of the ignition. She stopped for a moment to think. She realized that she was nervous, terribly nervous. On no mission was she as nervous as she is now. She was always ready for anything, she wasn't afraid of death, bullets or fire. And now a simple date made her legs tremble.

She wanted to laugh. She had known Amara for a few weeks and was already making her laugh like a schoolgirl.

She took the helmet off her head and shook her hair a little. She got off the bike and adjusted the backpack on her back.

She opened the door to the club and entered. The guard at the door never took his eyes off Hannah, judging what she was doing there and whether she was going to cause problems in the club.

The place was illuminated by Neon lights. There were people sitting on the couches and on the tables, admiring the dancers who moved sensually around the pole, doing pirouettes and acrobatics, moving their bodies fluidly and slowly.

Hannah still wasn't used to that environment. She had never been in a place like this. She still remembered her old teammates from the Swiss armed forces, they always joked about going to a strip club after going out for a few beers all together. Hannah was never interested in that.

She realized that she was in the middle and was starting to get in the way of people passing by. So she approached the bar and sat on one of the high stools, leaving her backpack on the floor between her boots. A barwoman approached Sparrow as soon as she sat down.

"What do you want to drink?"

Hannah looked up.

"Oh no. Nothing thanks. I have to drive and I’m waiting for someone.”

The girl raised an eyebrow.

“Oh. Are you a client? Are you waiting for one of the girls?”

"No. I’m not—..."

Suddenly a sudden change of music interrupted her. Hannah turned and saw that the neon lights and spotlights had focused on a platform.

People began to cheer and clap excitedly. The music became slow, sensual, sexy. The silhouette of a woman appeared on the platform, there were too many people sitting around and standing, Hannah had a hard time seeing who it was. So she stood up, raising her head above those of the rest.

And that's when she felt her heart speed up, her pupils get bigger and her breathing hitch.

Amara was on top of that stage, ready to leave everyone drooling, the show was hers, as were the hearts and wallets of those who were there. She was twirling around the dancing pole in dangerously high heels. Hannah wondered how she could move so well in that type of footwear. Amara followed the rhythm of the music, running her hands over her almost naked body. A tiny bikini full of diamonds that covered just what was necessary and left nothing to the imagination. The lights highlighted the perfect makeup, her skin, her tattoos that hugged her arms, legs and back.

Everyone was cheering her, whistling and throwing bills at her while Amara did incredible pirouettes on the bar, some of which seemed impossible for Amara to stay there, defying gravity. The show was pure sensuality.

Hannah was unable to blink, she didn't want to look away even for a moment, she could barely keep her mouth closed.

She still wondered how she had gotten a date with a woman like her. She didn't even know how she got it.

“You must be Hannah.” A female voice forced her to look away from what for her was paradise.

A blonde woman wearing an outfit similar to Amara's had approached her.

"How do you know my name?" Hannah asked over the music.

“Amara doesn't stop talking about you. I'm Ashley. We met a few weeks ago. “When the girl up there almost broke your nose.” Ashley pointed at Amara who was still dancing on the platform.

Hannah remembered the girl Amara talked to that day she first walked into the club.

"I remember you."

“This is Amara's last show, then her turn will be over. I’ll take you to a quieter place so you can wait for her there.” Ashley offered.

Hannah had to admit that all those people were starting to wear her down quite a bit. She didn't like big crowds, she wasn't used to that. So she agreed, grabbed the backpack again and followed Ashley to some armchairs separated from the rest, in a corner of the large room. There were armchairs in the shape of a circle with a table in the middle, they seemed much more comfortable. The music was still loud but at least she wasn't surrounded by people who wouldn't stop pushing.

“You will be better here.”

"Thank you." Hannah nodded and placed her backpack and helmet on the couch. She also took off her jacket and left it with the rest.

She waited patiently, although she was nervous, it was her first date with Amara and she wanted everything to be perfect. While waiting she could hear the giggles and comments of other dancers. They seemed to be whispering about her, she tried to ignore them but eventually she got fed up and gave them a threatening look. When she looked at both women she realized that they weren’t making fun of her but rather they were smiling flirtatiously and biting their lower lip.

“You're the big girl from the other day~! Why don't you come spend a little time with us, dear? I won't charge you anything, your pretty face and those big arms are enough for me~…” One of the dancers flirted by resting both elbows on the bar, accentuating her breasts.

The other woman giggled.

Hannah stood there watching as both dancers ogled her. Not really knowing what to say, she wasn't used to that kind of compliment.

“Huh…”

“Did the cat eat your tongue?” Do you want me to give it back to you?”

“Sophie, Tayla, you are next.” Amara's voice was like a divine apparition arriving at the perfect time to save Hannah.

Amara finally arrived, she was wearing the same dress as that same afternoon, black, tight, stunning. She hadn't looked up yet, she was checking to make sure she had all her belongings inside her purse.

“Ooh~...Are you going to steal our fun Amara?” One of the girls pouted. "You are jealous?"

“If you want the money to keep raining you can get on that stage and move your ass.” Amara said with a serious tone.

Both girls rolled their eyes and walked away. Amara sighed and approached Sparrow.

"Sorry. Those two are really scandalous.” She sighed, looking tired from work.

Hannah smiled. Even though she was extremely tired, Amara looked incredible. She still couldn't get that incredible dance out of her head.

"It doesn't matter. Are you ready?" Hannah asked.

Amara looked up. She noticed that Hannah had subtly dressed up for her. She liked her style. It suited her very well.

"Of course. Come on." Amara smiled.

“After you, ma lady.” Sparrow said as she grabbed the jacket and her belongings.

Amara chuckled and they both left the strip club.

Amara already knew Sparrow's motorcycle so she approached it without thinking too much. Hannah did the same and pulled a second helmet out of her backpack.

“This time I came more prepared.” Hannah said as she offered the helmet to her.

Amara accepted it and put it on.

“Where are you taking me to dinner?” Amara asked curiously.

"It's a surprise. You don’t want to ruin the surprise, do you?” Hannah answered. She put on her helmet too and got on the motorcycle.

Like the first time she offered her hand to help Amara, who gladly accepted it. Hannah's heart always skipped a beat when her skin came into contact with Amara's, it was like a tingle that turned into a pleasant chill down her spine. She was unable to hide the blush that burned on her cheeks, luckily the helmet covered her face.

Amara got on the bike too, right behind Hannah.

“Do you have anything else in your backpack?” Amara asked, eyeing the backpack hanging from Sparrow's shoulders.

“I'm not going to say anything about it.” She answered with a mischievous smile.

“Hannah Clayton… What are you up to?” Amara asked suspiciously.

How sweet her name sounded between those lips...

"As I said." Hannah turned her face to look at the other woman, “I'm not going to say anything.” This time with a lower tone, even seductive one could say.

That caused Amara to bite her bottom lip, something tickling her lower belly. Too bad Hannah couldn't see it because of the helmet.

Hannah started the engine and Amara took that as a cue to wrap both arms around Sparrow's torso. Unfortunately there was a backpack in the middle and she couldn't feel the body heat of the tallest one, she was starting to get cold, she would surely ask for the jacket again. She loved that jacket.

Sparrow started and drove away. She drove for a while, leaving the narrow streets of Hull and starting to drive towards the outskirts of the city. Amara had no idea where she was taking her, a feeling of excitement settled in her stomach.

Hannah got out onto the highway and then took another road that began to climb up a small mountain, the road began to wind, becoming narrower and tighter.

Finally they reached the top of that small mountain.

"Okay. We’ve arrived." Hannah announced taking off her helmet.

Amara looked around, the road ended in a small parking lot and the rest were grassy hills and some meadows.

“Why did you bring me here?” Amara asked curiously, taking off her helmet as well.

Hannah rubbed the back of her neck, somewhat embarrassed.

“I thought… after all the noise and people at the club you might like to eat somewhere quiet.”

“In the middle of nowhere? Hannah, it's dark!” She chuckled.

Hannah didn't know if it had been a good decision to bring her here. Maybe a restaurant would have been better, one that was open until after midnight perhaps.

“But… it is a quiet place.” Amara watched the site with a smile.

That calmed Hannah's nerves a little.

Hannah got off the bike and helped Amara off as well. She left both helmets on the motorcycle and started walking towards the small mountain. Hannah turned around and realized that it was difficult for Amara to walk across the grass in those heels. So she approached her.

“Maybe I had to come in different clothes— HANNAH!” Amara exclaimed when she suddenly couldn't feel her feet on the ground anymore. Hannah carried Amara in her arms.

Amara had to put her arms around Hannah's neck for fear of falling.

"It's better this way. That way you won’t break your heels.” Hannah mentioned with a smile and continued walking with Amara in her arms.

When the shock passed, Amara began to laugh. That seemed like the most unusual date she had had in a long time. Her cheeks had turned red and her heart was jumping with excitement.

Hannah walked until she reached the other side of the mountain, away from the lights of Hull. It was a small, round mountain, not very steep.

When she thought she had reached the right place she gently placed Amara on the ground. She also put down her backpack and began to take out various things. She also took out a jacket and handed it to Amara.

“I knew you were going to forget to bring something for the cold.” Hannah said as she handed her the jacket.

Amara smiled. “I think you're starting to get to know me.” she said as she put on her jacket.

"Only a little. “I only know how to observe.”

Amara watched as Hannah set everything up until she realized what it was about.

"A picnic? Under the moonlight? How romantic~…” Amara sat on the tablecloth and looked at the food in front of her. “It's a shame there's no moon.”

“That's the good thing.” Hannah smiled.

Amara didn't quite understand it until Hannah pointed her finger at the sky. She looked up and as soon as she saw it, her lips opened in amazement. Now that they were far from the city and the light wasn’t in the way. A blanket of stars stretched across the sky, countless tiny dots wherever she looked. She had never seen so many stars together.

“Oh wow…” she murmured in amazement and unable to look away.

"Incredible right?" Hannah mentioned, but she wasn't looking at the stars, but at Amara.

“It's beautiful… I've never seen so many stars together.”

“And there are even more stars, but we would have to go further to see them all.”

They spent some time looking at the stars, Hannah showed her constellations and the most important stars or those closest to the earth. Amara listened attentively but also had her eyes lost in that spectacle of billions of small lights.

Finally Amara's stomach made an appearance and they decided to start eating. Hannah took out a small portable lantern so that they at least had a little light and it was easier to see.

They ate, enjoying every bite, the conversation flowed easily. In the end, when they finished eating, they turned off the lantern and stayed lying on the grass. It wasn't too cold, but it wasn't hot either. Autumn was beginning to appear.

“I have never seen so many stars together.” Amara murmured still amazed.

Hannah smiled.

“This isn’t even half of the stars in the sky.”

“Have you seen more?” Amara looked away from the sky to look at Hannah.

"oh yes At the base camp of Everest, Or at the top of Lhotse, or Mont Blanc…” she began to wander through her memories.

"Wait wait!" Amara sat up and looked at Hannah with an expression of disbelief. “Were you on Everest?!”

Hannah was somewhat taken by surprise but remembered that she had never spoken to Amara about that part of her life.

“Oh!” Hannah chuckled. “Haven't I told you? I am a climber. My brother and I hold six historical climbing records.”

"What?!" Amara rested both hands on Hannah's biceps and moved closer, completely surprised. "Are you kidding?! Why didn’t you ever tell me?!”

“W-well. I never had a chance to tell you.” Hannah blushed and rubbed the back of her neck, all that attention and admiration making her nervous.

She told some stories about her ascents to the highest mountains in the world, the risks she had taken, the funny anecdotes or even the most dangerous moments, but always avoiding the K2 accident. Amara listened attentively to the stories. Like a little girl being told an extraordinary adventure. His eyes sparkled with curiosity. She never thought that something like that would attract so much attention. Maybe because they were adventures so far from home and from places she had never heard of.

“Although my older brother is the famous one of the two. The one that appears on the covers of magazines and in the news. The unstoppable Nathan Clayton” Hannah laughed. “I'm just his climbing partner. Although between you and me… I have more records than him, I only let him take the credit and fame.”

“And what about your fame?” Amara asked curiously.

“I don't like the attention. Many people tend to climb for fame and money. As if it were a competition about who is the fastest or who takes the most dangerous route. I like to approach climbing with a different philosophy.”

Hannah told a half-truth. It was true that she hated the pressure that came with being a world famous climber like her brother was. Always having to reach higher and faster, risking your own life in front of millions of eyes, waiting for your next achievement. But she also had to protect her identity and her people, she was a soldier in one of the best special operations forces. She had to keep a low profile, almost anonymous, to protect herself and her family and friends. She didn't want her enemies to be able to find her so easily just by searching her name in the newspapers. In fact, she expressly asked her brother to never mention her in reports or interviews, Hannah's world records went to Nathan, her glory and achievements were given to Nathan. Even though Nathan didn't like it, he respected his sister's decision. People believed that Nathan climbed alone, no one knew of his sister's presence on the expeditions. Only very close family and friends of Hannah knew about it.

“So… a world-class professional climber but hates fame and money.” Amara summarized. “You are becoming more and more interesting, Hannah Clayton.” Amara smiled flirtatiously.

“What can I say, I'm full of surprises.” Hannah smiled and shrugged.

Amara chuckled.

“Now I understand where this is coming from.” Amara squeezed Hannah's bicep lightly. “You have to be a big, strong girl to climb those mountains, huh?”

Hannah laughed nervously and looked away trying to hide her obvious blush.

“It's not that big of a deal…”

“Mhm…” Amara rolled her eyes. She liked that nervous expression on Hannah's face. She liked watching her try to stay calm, when she was clearly a nervous, babbling mess. “No wonder you could beat up that pair of filthy soldiers.” Amara sighed and looked toward the dark horizon. “It's always the same with those bastards, they always do what they want, without caring about the consequences… without caring about the harm they do to people…”

There was silence. Hannah wanted to talk but she felt a little unsure, maybe she was entering dangerous territory.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" Hannah asked a little cautiously.

Amara turned curiously to Hannah. She thought about it for a moment but ended up answering.

"Shoot."

“Why do you hate soldiers so much? It seems… something personal.”

Amara bit the inside of her cheek. And she thought about her answer.

“I don't like to generalize things. Put all the people in the same bag, you know? But always... people who work in the military, especially soldiers, are the worst customers. They think they can touch me, and use me like a cheap whore. I don't offer those services! They destroy everything, there are always fights within the club because of them. You've already seen the type of clients we have. It's better not to mess with them. But they believe they can do whatever they want, because they supposedly give their lives for this shitty country. And even though they destroy everything we must thank them for their services.” She sighed and shook her head. She was biting her lower lip and staring at the horizon. Her mind was probably somewhere else.

Hannah felt a pang in her chest. It was true that there were idiots everywhere, in the army, in the S.A.S and even in the Swiss Armed Forces. Nobody could deny that. But was Hannah really like that? Was she also abusing her position as a soldier? What would Amara think of her if she found out that she was a soldier too? She would surely hate her. And everything they had built together, no matter how small, would fall apart and Hannah would lose her.

A feeling of insecurity washed over her. She didn't want to lose Amara, at least not yet. Hannah wanted to treat herself to being with someone. Even if everything only remained a beautiful friendship. Enjoy the beautiful things until the bomb explodes.

“There’s something else… Right?” Hannah deduced from Amara's expression.

Amara swallowed and looked down at her hands nervously. Her fingers played with the black polish on her long nails. She took a breath and began to explain.

“When I was twelve years old… I lived with my parents in London. One night my mother and I went to visit my father at his work office. He had been working for a long time and we wanted to surprise him.” she took a breath, her hands shaking. “Someone decided that that building in the middle of central London would be a good place for a terrorist attack. “Someone detonated explosives and half the building collapsed.” She sighed, trying to stay calm. “There was a lot of noise and everything suddenly went dark.”

“Amara, you don't have to tell me this…” Sparrow interrupted, seeing how much this was affecting her.

Hannah just wanted to have a good time with her, she didn't want to wake up old demons.

"It's ok. I have never talked about this and I think I need to get it out of me.” Amara tried to smile but it remained in a sad face. “A group of soldiers found us in the rubble, they looked like they were from the military police or something similar. My parents were trapped under a huge piece of concrete, I was small enough that they could pull me out of the cracks, but not my parents. I listened to them... They talked about how there was nothing to do, that they couldn't get them out of there, there was no time. I begged them to help them but no one listened to me. Those soldiers were too busy arguing. When suddenly… The team leader pulled out a gun and fired twice.”

Sparrow's heart stopped.

"What?"

Amara's lip began to tremble. She shrugged her shoulders.

“That man justified himself by saying that it was an act of mercy.” Suddenly she shook her head. All that sadness turned into anger. “That supposed act of mercy ruined my life. Do you think that man cared what happened to me after he pulled the trigger? No. He didn't give a shit. That's what we are to them, numbers, setbacks, collateral damage. They don't care about us at all, they talk about saving us but we are just another excuse for them to hang more medals on their chests."

Sparrow stood thoughtfully, looking Amara in the eyes. She could see the anger and sadness welling up in those beautiful eyes. Her heart was beating very fast.

She would hate me if she found out what I am.

“I'm sorry I made you remember that.” Hannah apologized.

Amara's anger lessened, her eyes softening as she saw Hannah's worried expression. With those big brown puppy eyes...

“It's okay Han. I don’t know why but I feel like I can trust you.” Amara looked at the sky again. “I have carried this burden alone for too long.”

Hannah nodded.

They stayed for a while longer until it was too late. They both got up and picked up their things. They returned to the motorcycle.

Amara put her hands in the pockets of the jacket Hannah lent her. It smelled like her, it was pleasant, that aroma seemed to protect her from the cold. Then she noticed what Hannah was doing.

"What are you doing?" She asked curiously, approaching the one from behind, who was kneeling near her motorcycle.

Thanks to a screwdriver that Hannah had in her backpack, she managed to unscrew the motorcycle's license plate. Then she put everything in her backpack, including the license plate.

“Just in case.” Hannah stood up and winked at her.

Amara raised an eyebrow.

“Removing the license plate is a crime Hannah. What are you up to?”

“I thought we could make the trip home more… fun.” Hannah smiled with mock innocence.

Amara was silent for a few seconds but when she understood it she chuckled.

“I knew you had been so good on the road for too long.”

“Come on, what is life without a little adrenaline?” Hannah tilted her head, using her puppy eyes to try to convince her.

Amara rolled her eyes. She bit her lower lip, it was difficult for her to refuse those little brown eyes.

"Do you trust me?" Hannah asked walking up to her and holding out her hand.

Amara looked at that large hand, calloused but warm. Whenever she felt those hands on her body she felt safe. Amara sighed and ended up nodding. Hannah's smile widened.

“I hope you know what you’re doing.” Amara took Hannah's hand.

Sparrow guided her to the side of the bike and helped her on.

“I would never put you in a dangerous situation that I cannot control.” Hannah responded, handing her the helmet.

She accepted the helmet and put it on. Sparrow did the same and got on the bike. She then handed the backpack to Amara.

“Could you do me a favor, love?”

Amara hoisted her backpack onto her back.

"Sure."

Hannah nodded.

"Hold on."

The shorter one laughed excitedly.

"Yes ma'am"

Amara hugged Hannah's torso and rested her chin on her shoulder.

Sparrow started the motorcycle and accelerated. She drove at a leisurely speed through the curves of the mountain until she reached the highway. Due to the time it was there were no cars on the road. They had free rein.

Hannah turned to look at Amara.

"Ready?"

Amara looked at that dark visor, she couldn't see through them but she knew there was a mischievous smile behind it.

“Let's do it!” she answered excitedly.

She pressed her body further against Hannah's back and held on tighter.

Hannah didn't hesitate to accelerate, making the engine of her Kawasaki Ninja 10x-zr roar loudly. Upgrading the gears periodically to increase speed. She pressed her chest against the bike, crouching as low as she could to avoid air resistance as much as possible. Amara did the same, leaning her chest against Hannah's back as much as she could. Hannah's shoulders were wide enough to cover Amara from the wind.

In the curves the bike leaned so much that Sparrow's knee could almost touch the asphalt.

Adrenaline coursed through Amara's veins until it settled like a heavy stone in the pit of her stomach. The wind, the speed, the noise of the engine. All of this made her senses go on alert. She was sure they had already exceeded any speed limit. 160? 180k? 200km/h? Maybe more. And she had a feeling that that wasn’t the maximum speed.

Afraid? Of course she was afraid. But just enough to enjoy the moment. In a burst of emotion and euphoria she began to laugh and scream.

"Wooooo hahaha!"

Hannah had to stay focused on the road but her heart was beating euphorically with joy. How long had it been since she'd last driven like this?

In Zermatt the curves were tighter and there was a lack of long straight roads that would allow the full potential of the engine to be unleashed. It was the typical Swedish mountain landscape. Hannah loved drifting down those narrow roads but she really missed being able to accelerate that fast.

When they entered the city, Hannah slowed slightly but it was still dangerously high. The city lights reflected on the black of the motorcycle and on the helmets. The noise of the engine bounced between the buildings, surely the sleeping people had woken up enraged.

Suddenly the flash of bright blue lights and the sound of police sirens brought the sergeant out of her thoughts.

Hannah looked back for a moment and saw three police cars chasing them. Perhaps she had made too much of a racket on the streets of Hull.

“Hannah!” Amara saw them too.

“Are we going to chicken out now?” Sparrow asked.

Amara laughed. Fuck all.

"Of course not!"

Hannah chuckled, put both hands on the handlebars of the bike, and accelerated again. The engine roared again and the distance between the police cars increased. But the police seemed to be persistent and wouldn’t give up.

They spent a long time with the police stepping on their toes. Hannah skidded, made turns, trying to throw them off but she was unsuccessful. Sometimes police cars would try to cross her path to stop her or catch her later, but Hannah always managed to avoid them.

In one last skid where she was able to separate herself from the police enough to lose sight of her for a few seconds, she found a narrow, dark alley between two buildings. She skidded to the brakes and they hid inside the alley. She quickly turned off the lights and the engine, becoming completely silent, merging with the darkness of the place.

Both women watched as the police cars passed by, looking for them, without having the slightest idea that they had been left behind, that they had lost them.

When the danger had passed and everything was quiet, with only the police sirens in the distance, Hannah was finally able to relax her shoulders.

“I think we're safe now.”

Suddenly Amara started laughing.

Hannah turned around confused. She couldn't see Amara's face because of the helmet but at least her ears were blessed with her sweet laughter.

“And what do you think is so funny, huh?” Hannah laughed infectiously.

"My God! I thought they were going to catch up to us! Hahaha!” Amara continued laughing because of the adrenaline that was still in her veins.

“Did you doubt my driving skills that much?” Hannah asked pretending to be offended, but her laughter gave her away.

“I've never had so much fun! Haha! I thought we were going to crash at any moment!” Amara shook Sparrow's shoulders. “I almost had a heart attack.”

Hannah laughed, relieved that Amara had fun.

A few long minutes passed and they made sure there was no more danger nearby, then Hannah drove home, this time at a more appropriate speed.

They arrived at the apartment block and Amara opened the door to her apartment. Hannah stood waiting, hands in her jacket pockets.

Before entering Amara turned around.

“Thank you for this night. It's been... Amazing” Amara sighed with a smile on her lips.

Hannah rubbed the back of her neck nervously, looking in another direction.

"Was nothing. I loved spending time with you.” Hannah's cheeks turned slightly reddish.

Amara took out a piece of paper and a pen from her purse, jotted something down quickly, and handed it to Hannah.

Sparrow raised her eyebrows, confused but accepted it, there was a phone number written down.

“On the next date it will be my turn to choose the place.” Amara smiled flirtatiously.

“Uh sure.” Hannah's heart was pounding.

Amara sighed, still keeping the smile on her lips, since she had gotten off the motorcycle she couldn't get it off her face. She took a step forward and motioned with her finger for Hannah to lower her head. Hannah obeyed, believing she would leave another kiss on her cheek. That was all Sparrow needed to end the night, all it took to make her poor heart burst.

At first that was the plan, but Amara decided to change her mind. Fuck it. She decided to listen to what her heart asked of hee. She placed a soft kiss on Hannah's lips. A short, shy kiss, but bold enough to send a clear message.

“Good night Han~” Amara smiled, separating from the kiss and leaving for her apartment, closing the door behind her. Leaving Hannah completely in shock.

What has happened? Had she kissed her?

What?

She touched her lips unconsciously. She could still feel the softness of Amara's lips. The tenderness of the kiss. Her knees began to tremble, neither on the climbs to the most dangerous mountains, nor on the missions where she was about to die, nor on the times she had driven at more than 230 km/h had she felt as much adrenaline and nerves as now.

Her face turned completely red. She had to cover her face with both hands. She was there, standing like an idiot in front of Amara's apartment. But she felt like the happiest person in the world.

"Shit…"

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*.✧ Requests ✧.*

Status:open

Note

I’ve never in my life used tumblr to post on. I can barely work a cell phone and I’m supposed to be from the more tech savvy generation. I apologize if this looks like shit. If anyone has tips to make it look good that would be real appreciated.

Also. There will eventually be smut on here so if you ain’t matte enough to read it. Just don’t. There will be fluff too but if you’re too young. Don’t read the smut.

When requesting it would be greatly appreciated if you gave a small plot summary/idea or prompt. It makes it easier for me and I feel it makes it more interactive for you all :)

Will do:

Most things including, Fluff, Smut, angst, fantasy, modern, horror(I’ll try), soul mates, oc stuff , x reader, canon x canon. All gender pairings, slashers, monsters, etc.

Will not:

underage characters, incest, pedophilia, homophobia, racism, abuse, scat/urine, infantilism.

Even if something isn’t on this list, I still have a right to decline writing something if it makes me uncomfortable.

✎Fandoms✎

Life is strange

Chloe Price, Rachel Amber, Kate Marsh, Nathan Prescott, Victoria Chase, Warren Graham, Mark Jefferson, Frank Bowers. Sean Diaz, Cassidy, Finn McNamara, Penny. Skip Matthews. Alex Chen, Gabe Chen, Ryan Lucan, Steph Gingrich. Others if requested.

Detroit: Become Human

Connor, Kara, Markus. Hank Anderson, Elijah Kamski, Gavin Reed, Rose Chapman, Josh, Lucy, Luther, Simon, Leo Manfred, North, Perkins, RK900, Ralph.

Fallout 4

Cait, Nick Valentine, Paladin Danse, Robert MacReady, Curie, John Hancock, Deacon, Piper Wright, Preston Garvey, Sturges, Strong.

Resident Evil 8

Alcina Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Benneviento, Salvatore Moreau.

The Last of Us

Joel Miller, Ellie Williams(pt2), Tommy Miller, Bill(MxM only), Tess, Henry. Haven’t played much of Part 2 yet.

The Walking Dead Game

Lee, Clem(aged up), Kenny, Doug, Carley, Lilly, Ben. Nick, Luke, Bonnie, Jane, Mike. Javier, David, Kate, Eleanor, Tripp, Ava, Paul aka “Jesus”. Louis, Violet, Ruby, Mitch, Marlon, James.

The Walking Dead TV Series

Too many to list. I’ll do the main cast. Any others will be by request.

This is taking a long time. I’m not listing all the characters from here on. Just assume I’ll know them on request. I’ve been working on this for like three hours.

Red Dead Redemption

Legend of Zelda

Botw, Totk, others on request

Stardew Valley

The Hobbit

Pokemon

Avatar(James Cameron)

Avatar(The Last Airbender)

Skyrim

FrostBite, John Doe, etc.

Slashers(Michael Myers, Ghostface, Leatherface, Brahms, etc)

Demon Slayer

Doctor Who

Supernatural

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Fantasy(modern or medieval). Zombie apocalypse. Cryptids. I might even do some OC design requests and stuff eventually.

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 11 months

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Ghost Story - Chapter 52

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 2351

Warnings: None

Summary: No one will miss a ghost. It'd been a running joke for as long as anyone could remember, something Ghost herself started, and she always said it with a smile on her face or with mirth in her voice. The untouchable stealth pilot in every sense of the word, no one could've predicted the depth of her turmoil over recent events, nor the extremes she would go to in order to protect the man she loved, not even those closest to her. Now, all that was left of the young aviator for Maverick, Hangman, and Rooster were the memories of the past, which would slowly fade with time. She'd come into their lives and made an unforgettable impression, and then, like a ghost, she was gone... Then again, ghosts can't die a second time.

Notes: None

Chapter Songs: My Little Girl Daddy's Little Girl

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Ghost

"Do it," Hangman said, leaning forward on the table. "Like a bandaid. Just rip it off."

"Do it, although maybe not as violently as a bandaid," Rooster countered, giving his wingman a skeptical sideways glance, "test the waters, like unwrapping a taped ankle or something."

"You know you need to do it when Bradshaw and I agree on something."

"Don't use logic against me," Ghost snapped lightly, massaging the sides of her temple. It was only ten in the morning, and she'd woken up barely an hour ago, but she was still exhausted, still unable to sleep well due to the concussion. "Mav's not even home right now; he's at the warehouse. And what do I even do? Waltz on in there and say: hey, Maverick. I think my mom lied to me my whole life about who my dad was, and I think it's actually you instead of Nathan Winchester. I came to this conclusion with super circumstantial evidence that makes sense to me and a couple of others, but there's still no physical proof."

"Yeah, that sounds good to me."

"You may be the best of the best in the Navy, but not when it comes to this."

"I beg to differ, but I won't argue since your concussion is clouding your judgment."

Ghost opened her mouth to make a sarcastic retort when the doorbell rang. "Saved by the bell," she muttered, getting up to answer it. Opening the door revealed Penny with a dish in hand. "Hey! Come in, come in."

Ghost moved aside, allowing Penny entry. With a bright smile, she strode in and said, "Thought I'd bring you a mac n' cheese casserole for dinner tonight."

"Thank you!" Ghost replied, mouth watering when she got a whiff of the still-warm dish as Penny walked by her.

"What are you kids up to?"

Hangman grinned and, in a joking tone, replied, "Wondering if Mav might be Ghost's dad since they're so much alike."

A flicker of emotion flashed across Penny's face, so brief that it would've been easily missed by most who stood or sat far away, like the boys, but Ghost didn't. She saw it.

"I can see it," Penny remarked, recovering swiftly. "What made you come up with that idea?"

"I caught my mom in some lies," Ghost admitted, sighing dejectedly. "They alter the timeline of when she knew Maverick, and, well, if they're true, it would mean she didn't meet my dad until she was already pregnant with me, and Mav was the only guy she dated before him, so that would mean-"

"Pete is your dad," Penny finished, setting the dish down on the counter. "I'm guessing you haven't talked to him about this?"

"No. I was trying to figure that out with these two, one of whom was no help-"

"Bradshaw's usually useless," Hangman said. Rooster whacked him violently on the shin with one of his crutches. "Ow!"

"Children, behave," Ghost chastised, pointing a firm finger at both of them. She turned back to Penny. "I don't know how I'd bring it up. I want to, but to do it tactfully without scaring him-"

"Pete wouldn't be scared. If you want my opinion, he would be thrilled to have you as a daughter, but he won't know until you tell him. Maybe he could help you figure out for sure if you are."

Ghost fiddled with her dog tags. "You really think so?"

"I do. And I'm always right. He's at his warehouse, but maybe don't tell him you're coming. He may start panicking over what it could be about, and he's worrying enough about you and Rooster as it is."

Hangman opened his mouth to speak, but Rooster cut in and warned, "If you're about to make another smart-ass comment-"

"I wasn't! I wouldn't. I was going to offer you a ride," Hangman protested, pursing his lips before adding, "and be the helpful one in this situation."

Hangman moved out of range before Rooster could whack him again. Ghost sighed yet again, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Boys, please, behave, or I'll drive myself."

"You can't drive with your concussion."

"If I can escape enemy territory with a punctured lung and concussion, I'll take my risk driving on the open road so I don't have to deal with you two. Now, when do we want to go?"

"We'll do it now before you chicken out," Hangman said, grabbing his keys from the counter. "Come on."

Rooster stood, saying, "Ghost, as much as I love your apartment, I'm also very tired of sitting around and doing nothing. I'm coming with you two."

"That means I'll have to leave you in the car with Hangman while I'm talking to Mav," Ghost pointed out, wagging her finger at the two men. "I don't trust you two not to kill each other."

"I'll behave," Rooster promised. Hangman echoed the sentiment, and against her better judgment, Ghost relented. She grabbed a thermal grocery bag and stuffed the casserole in it, figuring they'd be at the warehouse for a while and would need food. After Penny left, the trio climbed into Hangman's truck. Rooster took the back to stretch out his injured leg. Ghost settled into the passenger seat and closed her eyes, trying to block out the bright sun since wearing sunglasses hurt her head after only a few minutes. Rooster and Hangman had a surprisingly civil conversation with only a few humorous jabs at each other, but Ghost stayed quiet, and they let her, recognizing she needed to be alone with her thoughts.

She was really doing this. She was really going to confront Maverick about her parentage. Ghost would finally have an answer to the question lingering over her like a dark cloud since the crash. Would Penny be right? Would Maverick be thrilled to have her as a daughter if she was, in fact, his? Or had Penny said that to simply be supportive? Oh, God, should she be doing this?

Ghost's mind ran a mile a minute, including the epiphany: It's too late to turn around now. I have to do this. Don't panic. It'll be fine... if I can survive a mid-air crash, commandeer an enemy plane, eject twice in the same day, and die and come back, then I can do this. God help me. Mom, if you're listening, I'll need your help too...

"We're here," Hangman announced. Ghost groggily opened her eyes. "Ah, Sleeping Beauty is finally awake!"

"How long was I out?" Ghost mumbled, wincing at the sunlight.

Hangman adjusted her sun visor to block the light from her reaching her eyes. "Most of the trip. You ready?"

"No. Not at all, but we're here, so just be on standby in case I need to get out of here if he doesn't take it well."

"You've got this," Rooster assured, reaching from behind the seat and gently squeezing her good shoulder. "We'll be here when and if you need us."

"All right. I'll come get you when I'm done. Try not to kill each other while I'm away." Ghost got out of the car before she could convince herself otherwise. Hands shoved into her jacket pockets, she slowly walked to the hangar entrance and stepped inside. She could hear the slight clanking of metal from the other side of the P-51, giving away her target's location.

Deep breath, Ghost. Deep breath. I've got this. "Mav?"

The clanking stopped, and Maverick's head poked around the side of the plane, genuine bewilderment on his face. "Ghost!"

"Surprise?" she said sheepishly. "Sorry to barge in on you like this. I hope-"

He rushed over to her, looking up and down with concern. "Are you okay? Is Rooster okay? Wait, how did you get here? Did you drive?"

"We're fine, we're both fine," Ghost said reassuringly, "and Hangman drove me. Rooster's in the truck with him right now."

A smile tugged on the corners of his lips. "You sure they're not going to kill each other?"

"Not really."

"Is-is there a reason you've relegated them to the truck?"

"I, uh, I needed to talk to you. In private. Hangman was just my ride, and Rooster joined because he was going stir-crazy. I guess they're kind of my moral support too. I'm rambling. Um-" Ghost backed away from Maverick and started pacing back and forth, letting the words out in a chaotic jumble- "I don't know where to begin with this, so I'm just going to go for it. When Rooster and I were stranded in enemy territory, we started talking, and I don't even remember how we got to that point in the conversation, but we did, and it was about my mom, and I learned that she lied to me my whole life about when she knew you. It wouldn't have been a big deal had it been a year after she said she met you, but it was the year before, which means Mom met my dad when she was already pregnant with me, and the only other guy she ever mentioned before Dad was you and-"

Ghost stopped and faced Maverick. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. She felt on the verge of hyperventilating from nerves, and her body shook from anxiety, but she'd come this far. She had to finish. Taking a deep breath, Ghost said, "This is going to sound crazy, and who knows, maybe I am, and I read into too much circumstantial evidence, but I think- I think you might be my-"

"Dad?" Maverick finished softly, strangely unfazed by the news Ghost to be earth-shattering. Unless...

"Yeah... do- do you know about this already?"

Maverick nodded. "I wanted to tell you-"

"How long have you known?" Ghost interrupted, trepidation settling in her bones. If he'd known for a short time, that was one thing. But what if he'd known for a long time? What if he'd known since she was born? If that was the case, why hadn't he said anything? The only feasible answer Ghost could produce was that Maverick didn't want her knowing, most likely because he didn't want a kid outside of Bradley. The idea made Ghost's heart drop.

"I only learned right before the mission," Maverick admitted, fiddling with the wrench. "I debated telling you beforehand but didn't want to risk distracting you from the mission with the news. You grew up with Nathan Winchester as your dad, and while me being your biological dad doesn't change that, it's still not necessarily an easy pill to swallow. I also wasn't sure you'd want me to-" Maverick dropped his gaze to the wrench in his hands- "I wasn't sure you'd want me to be your dad now."

Ghost smiled sympathetically at him. "I didn't say anything sooner because I wasn't sure you wanted me to be your daughter..."

"Had I known Charlie was pregnant with you, I would've- I would've been there for you," Maverick said, his voice cracking. "I wish I had been."

"I know you would've," Ghost replied, taking a hesitant step forward. As much as she would've liked for Maverick to have been there for her since she was born, a realization dawned on her, and it might be the only thing that could wipe away Mav's guilt over the situation. "But if you had been, it would've taken you away from Bradley, and I don't want this to come across as- as insensitive, but he needed you more than I did. I had Mom and Dad; Bradley needed you and Carole. And hey, we both turned out all right in the end, I think."

"You turned out better than 'all right.' I am lucky to have such an amazing daughter as you. I may not have been there for you growing up, but I want to be there for you now and in the future if you'll let me."

Tears welled in Ghost's eyes. Nodding vigorously, she rushed forward and threw her arms around Maverick's neck. She'd felt so alone ever since Charlie died despite knowing she had so many people surrounding her, but with Maverick's confirmation that he was, in fact, her dad and that he wanted to be her dad, that loneliness evaporated in an instant. Ghost had lost what she thought was her entire family: her mom, her sister, and her dad. Now, for once, Ghost felt she had finally gained something. She'd found a new dad and couldn't be happier.

Maverick didn't let her go until Ghost pulled away. She noticed his cheeks had tears rolling down them. He wiped them off and said, "You have no idea how stressed I've been trying to figure out how to tell you this or if I should tell you at all. It's why I came out here- to think it all over and come up with an action plan."

"Penny suggested you'd take it well, and Hangman essentially made me do it now before I chickened out," Ghost confessed sheepishly. She thought back to her earlier conversation with Penny and realized something. "She knew, didn't she? "

"Yeah, Penny knew. She's the one who suggested I come out here. I felt bad leaving her after just asking her to marry me, but she insisted."

"Well, now, when we return, we can celebrate with everyone, and your mind won't be preoccupied with your 'dad' status."

"She said something similar."

"Great minds think alike. On a different note-" Ghost peered over her shoulder at Hangman's truck- "are you okay if I go get them? I'm kind of worried that Rooster might've shoved his crutch down Hangman's throat. They've been at it all morning."

"I guess it's better than shoving it up the other end," Maverick joked, causing both of them to grin. "But yeah, go get them. I don't want my son getting arrested for aggravated assault."

"Agreed. I'll be right back!" Ghost turned on her heel to fetch the boys, but Maverick called out for her. "Yeah, Mav?"

"I love you, Kid," he said sincerely.

Warmth spread through her veins. "I love you, too, Dad."

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“Chances Are” Ch. 13 (Book 2 In the “Chances” Series) Finn Bálor X OC

Pairing: Finn Bálor X Female OC Summary: After a traumatic childhood and a murder attempt that left her with a heart condition, Miracle Seanoa wants nothing more than to find some peace and fulfillment in her life. Working as a writer for WWE, she's shocked when Stephanie McMahon takes a gamble on her skills and assigns her to a new RAW roster member. None other than Finn Bálor—the man who'd long ago saved her life and captured her heart.

Finn Bálor left his career as a police officer behind in order to chase his true dream of becoming a professional wrestler. Working incredibly hard within NXT, he soon finds himself drafted to Monday Night RAW. He's shocked to see Miracle again, but even more shocked is he to see what a stunning woman she's become.

However, someone else has had his eye on Miracle for a long while. With his infatuation turning to a deep, dark obsession, he's not going to give up on her easily. Finn will have to resort to his past skills as a cop, to protect the woman he loves.

Because if her weakening heart doesn't kill her, her stalker just might... Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.Chapter Content & Trigger Warnings: Stalkery behavior

Chapter 13

Miracle heard the moment her mother and Nathan drove up, and stepped out onto the porch. The wind rustled her flowy dress as she hurried to the car and helped Nathan with his overnight bag and then greeted their mother.

"It's so great to see you guys," she gushed, carrying Nathan's bag to the front door. "DId you have a nice flight?"

Ella nodded, "It was great." She looked around, noted that it was still daylight. "Nathan, you play on the swing set. The grownups are going to talk for a bit before dinner." Her voice was firm. Ella turned her attention to Miracle as the little boy headed for the swing set then. "What's this news, Miracle? You have me worried sick."

"But Daddy's not here yet," MIracle protested. "I don't want to-"

"He said it's okay to tell me, Miracle. I really need to know."

Miracle thought for a moment as they went into the house and settled the overnight bags in the guest rooms. "I guess I could go ahead and tell you. I…" She bit her lip and held back the news a moment more, unsure of how her mother would react.

"What is it, baby? You can tell me anything."

"I'm… I'm going to have a baby, Mama. I'm about two months pregnant."

For a moment, neither woman spoke, nor moved.

"Oh, my God," Ella gasped finally. "I… I don't know what to say."

"Say that you're happy for me." Miracle's eyes pleaded with her.

"Have you gone over all your options?"

Miracle nodded, "The only option is that I'm having the baby and keeping it."

Her phone rang then. "It's Daddy," she reported, answering the call. "Hi, Daddy."

"Hi, baby. Just letting you know that I'm on the road to the cabin. Stephanie McMahon let me film my promo earlier in the day and that freed me up for tonight. I'll be there in a matter of minutes."

"Okay, Daddy. See you when you get here."

She hung up and faced her mother. "He'll be here in a few minutes. He filmed his promo earlier in the day so he could be off for tonight. I'm scared Mama." She reached over and hugged her mom close. "What if he hurts Finn?"

"He won't," Ella assured her. "He'll talk a big talk, but at the end of the day he's going to be concerned about you more than anything."

"Tell me everything will be okay, Mama. Please?"

"Everything is going to be fine," Ella said, stroking her daughter's hair and hugging her even closer. "It will."

At that moment, Joe barged into the cabin with Nathan close behind. The two women jumped out of their skins.

"Daddy! You scared us!"

"Why was the door unlocked young lady," Joe demanded. "Anyone could have walked in here!"

Miracle flushed, "Sorry, Daddy. It was just that I was excited to see Mom and all. I usually have it locked." She smiled at him then, "Why don't we sit down and eat? I made chicken cacciatore."

"We can eat while you tell me the news you have," Joe said, moving to sit down at the dining table. "I was a nervous wreck the whole way here."

"Oh, Daddy," Miracle said, placing the entree onto the table. She went and got a bottle of red wine for her parents and iced tea for herself and Nathan. "Don't be so dramatic."

"What's the news," Joe asked, taking a sip of wine.

"Are you sure you don't want to eat a bit first? You must be starving," MIracle stalled.

"Or get some alcohol into your system," Ella added under her breath, as she took a sip of her own wine.

"What. Is. It?" Fear began to enter his voice then.

Miracle sighed, flipped her hair over her shoulder. "I'm… I'm pregnant, Daddy."

"FINN KNOCKED YOU UP!?"

"Daddy-"

"HE'S DEAD!"

"Daddy, stop it! You're scaring me!" Miracle cried.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Joe relented slightly, worried for his daughter. His eyes shot over to Nathan then. The little boy's eyes were glued to Joe and the Samoan felt horrible for frightening his children. "What are you going to do? What has your cardiologist said?"

"I only found out today. I don't know what he'll think, but it doesn't matter. I'm having the baby."

"But what if the labor kills you," Joe said, his voice rising again. "Don't you care what that would do to us?"

"This baby may have been made out of a one-sided love, but it was love nonetheless. I love Finn, and I'm not going to destroy what my love for him made! And that's it!"

"Baby, calm down," Ella advised, "It's not good for you or the baby to get so upset."

"But he's suggesting that I-"

"Nobody's suggesting anything," Ella cut in softly. "This is your choice. It has to be."

"Are you crazy," Joe demanded of Ella. "She can't have a baby! It'll kill her!"

"I can, and I will," Miracle said, her face paling drastically. She began to shake. "I'm not losing this baby!" She stood to her feet too quickly.

Big mistake.

She instantly fell in a dead faint, and hit the floor hard.

"JOE!" Ella screamed. "Do something!"

"Daddy! Help Mir'cle," little Nathan cried. Tears filled his large, dark eyes.

"Baby!" At the same moment of Ella's and Nathan's cries, Joe dove to Miracle's side and checked her pulse at her neck. "It's all over the place," he reported. He took her limp hand in his. "Baby, wake up. I'm sorry. Please."

"Miracle, please wake up, Honey," Ella said, settling on the other side of Miracle. She looked up at Joe. "Do you think we need to take her to the hospital?"

"No…" Miracle moaned in her now semi-unconscious state. "I'm… I'm f-fine…" She slowly opened her eyes to see her parents' worried faces looking down at her. "Help me to the sofa?" she asked weakly.

Immediately, Joe was lifting her up into his arms. "Baby, see? The pregnancy is already wreaking havoc on you." He carried her to the sofa and gently deposited her onto it. "How will you manage labor?"

"Plenty of women get dizzy and faint during pregnancy, Daddy. It can be normal. Especially if they're upset."

"I'm sorry," Joe said immediately. "I didn't mean to upset you. But I'm scared, baby."

"Fournier took enough from me-almost my life. He's not going to take my son or daughter too."

"Okay," Joe relented softly. "Okay. We'll support you, no matter what."

"I want… if I don't… If I don't make it… I want either Finn or y'all to have the baby. I realize Finn may not want it. And that's okay. I know y'all would be amazing parents to him or her."

"Baby... stop," Ella said, tears forming in her eyes. "We can talk about this another time. There is plenty of time."

Joe's eyes had reddened as well. "Yes. Another time. Please."

"I think a change of subject would do us good," Miracle said, moving to stand. Slowly this time. "Come on, we need to eat something. All of us."

Her parents guided her to the table to make sure she wouldn't drop again. Once Nathan was resettled in his seat as well, they began helping their plates.

"I know it's a little early, but do you have any ideas for baby names," Ella asked, serving herself some salad.

"No I haven't really. I'd like to use y'all's names as the middle name if I can make it work-Joel for a boy, Giselle for a girl," Miracle said. "But I haven't really thought of any for sure names."

"Are you going to try and make a relationship with Finn work," Joe asked, taking a bite of chicken cacciatore.

Miracle flushed.

"Hey I just need to know so I know whether or not to kill the father of my grandchild," he actually joked.

"I think I will, if he's serious about a relationship. And if he'll accept that I'm having the baby. I don't want to get played again."

"I don't actually think he was trying to play you," Joe surprised everyone by saying. "I don't know what was going through his head, but I don't think he was trying to be a cheater."

Miracle nodded. "I know. I feel the same way." She took a deep breath and let it out. "I think I'll call him later tonight. Invite him out here. Let him know about the baby. He has the right to know."

"Why don't you finish eating and invite him then? The sooner you get it done the better you'll feel about it," Ella suggested before forking up a bite of salad.

MIracle nodded. "I suppose you're right." She ate the last bites off her plate and then excused herself to the porch where she placed a call to Finn.

Ring-ring-ring

"Miracle? Is that you, love?"

She smiled at the eagerness in his voice. "Yes, it's me. Listen, I need you to come to my Uncle Jeff's cabin. It's where I've been staying."

"Are you okay? Has he found ya?"

"I'm fine. And no he hasn't found me. I just...have something I need to talk to you about and it can't really be done over the phone."

"Come on, lass. What is it? You have to tell me now."

"No. Please, just come to the cabin, Finn. I'll give you directions on how to get here. It's in Nashville."

"I'll come to you, but I want you to know that I could very well have a car accident because I'm so worried."

"Finn, don't do that to me," Miracle cried. "I really need to tell you in person. It's nothing to worry about, I promise."

"Yeah, okay," Finn said.

He sounded weary and Miracle felt badly. "Just get here soon, okay?"

"I'll get a flight out as soon as I get done hitting the showers. I promise."

"Okay. Be safe."

After saying their goodbyes, they hung up and Miracle got ready for bed after bidding her parents and Nathan goodnight, as she was somewhat drained from the day's events.

The parents and Nathan also went to bed soon after Ella and Joe cleaned the dining room and kitchen. They planned to leave early the next morning so that Miracle and Finn would have their privacy to talk.

"She's got a big day ahead of her," Ella said as they pulled back the covers on the guest bed. "I hope it goes well for her."

"Yeah and Finn better hope it goes well too, or he's gonna have me to answer to," Joe replied.

"Now, Joe, this is between them two. You can't interfere."

"If he tells my daughter he can't be with her because she got pregnant, I'm gonna let my feelings be known."

The couple climbed into bed and surprisingly fell asleep soon after, despite everything that was running through their minds.

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Joe and Ella woke up at 4:15 A.M. and decided to get up and get going so that they'd be gone when Finn arrived.

"We might as well leave," Joe told Ella as they got out of bed. "Finn could be here any time, and we'll be all but forgotten," he joked.

"Our baby's in love, Joe," Ella said softly, with a smile on her face. "She's in love with a good man."

"That remains to be seen," Joe retorted, as he helped Ella make the bed.

They soon were getting their things together and getting Nathan out of bed and ready to go. Miracle wandered out from her bedroom and wished them good morning. "You guys don't have to leave so early," she told them, her dark eyes showing her fatigue. "I wouldn't mind you being here when Finn arrives."

"You need to talk to him privately," Joe said, "And if I'm here at the time, it would be anything but private."

Miracle giggled, "Daddy, you're such a papa bear."

"You're right." Joe agreed, packing up the last of his things. "When it comes to my family, especially."

"Yes," Ella said, also packing. "He's unstoppable. Thank God." She gave him a meaningful stare and he instantly knew she was referring to hers and Miracle's kidnappings years before.

"Yes, thank God," Miracle agreed.

Flushing slightly, Joe cleared his throat. "Is Nathan packed up and ready to go?"

"Yes, he actually left everything in his suitcase," Ella replied, with a smile. "I don't know where he learned his neat-freak ways, but I am grateful for them nonetheless.

"Neat-freak," Miracle joked, "He's just too lazy to unpack!"

"Hey, he's only six. Lighten up," Joe said of his son.

The family had a quick breakfast together then and Joe loaded the luggage into both his rental and Ella's rental. "You have a safe flight, yeah?" Joe told Ella, kissing her softly on the mouth.

"I will, and you have a safe flight too," she said, returning his kiss.

"Will do, lo'u alofa. Will do."

"Bye Daddy. Bye Mom. Bye Nate." Miracle bid farewell to her family and stayed outside on the rustic porch swing for a while after they'd left. She breathed in the fresh air and smiled. She had her family's support. Now all she needed was Finn's.

After enjoying the clean, fresh air and relaxing a bit, she stood to her feet and entered the cabin. Unbeknownst to her a dark pair of eyes stared in her direction and watched every move she made.

He remained where he was for a couple more hours hoping that he'd see another glimpse of her. But when he did he was not happy.

A car flew up into the cabin's driveway and out jumped Finn Bálor.

A second later, Miracle was on the porch, a huge smile lighting up her pretty face. Her braid flew over her shoulder as Finn ran up to her and swooped her up into his arms.

And then his mouth was on hers.

Mine, he thought. She's mine. His fists clenched at his sides, his fingernails digging into his palms till he drew blood.

He seethed as Miracle failed to push Finn Bálor away, but rather seemed to pull him closer.

Should be me, he thought, watching as the couple proceeded to make out on the porch. After a few moments, they were scrambling inside the cabin and closing the door behind them.

Slut, he thought to himself. She's no different to any other woman. She needs to pay.

And pay, oh, she will...

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Fandom: Misfits, Nathan Young x Original Character

Summary: When Mel Albright, a low-life stoner with a heart of gold, ends up on community service, she assumes it’s just another thing in a line of mishaps that is her life. Will the aftermath of a freak storm and the help of a green eyed idiot show her that maybe things being fucked up aren’t always that bad after all?

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Chapter Ten: Mental

A/N: Crying and screaming and throwing up, it’s been well over a year since I’ve updated, and here it is. I didn’t know if I was ever going to finish this chapter, and I do have plans to continue into the next episode for chapter eleven.

Word Count: 12k

Warnings: smut (unprotected sex, fingering, public sex, spanking, rough sex (sorta)), mental illness stigma & bullying, mental health treatment mentions, gaslighting (maybe), suicide attempt/self harm mention, death, lots of description of blood, panic attack, brief flashbacks, pet death mention

"Oh," Nathan said as he woke up, still in my arms. He grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it.

"Morning," I said and kissed his shoulder.

He rolled over to face me, "I didn't mean to fall asleep… I wanted to go a few more rounds."

I kissed him, "good thing I woke up horny."

"You always wake up horny," he said and kissed me, "or grouchy. Or anxious. Regardless, I get to fuck you into a good mood." He pulled me into a deep kiss and slid his hand in between my legs to feel me before slipping two fingers in. He kissed down my neck and into my breasts as he pleasured me.

"Fuck me," I moaned.

"Glady," he said and brought his fingers out of me and stroked himself before pushing his cock into me. I grasped at his hair as we kissed.

"I love fucking you raw," he said in my ear before going to kiss my neck.

"Oh, I love it too. I love you, Nathan," I said.

"I love you too. So fucking much," he said breathily as he thrusted into me and brought his mouth back on mine. I matched his energy as our tongues met. I wrapped my legs around him as he sped up, and his cock hit against my g spot over and over.

I pulled away from our kiss to take a breath, “fuck, baby, right fucking there.”

“Is that good?” He asked between heavy breaths, “Am I fucking you good?”

“So good, love,” I responded.

I let my legs fall back down and grabbed at his arse. He let out a low moan.

“You like that?” I smirked. He responded by pushing his tongue back into my mouth. I met his thrusts with my own as I felt closer and closer to my release. I had a firm grasp on his arse as I came. The unpredictability of my powers were forgotten in the moment. Nathan jumped, and it startled me back into clear thought.

“Shit,” I said, “did I hurt you?” I didn’t know what my powers were capable of, but I did know they were capable of hurting someone.

“No,” he said and then moaned. His face was scrunching up, and his eyes were closed. I could tell he was close.

“Can I cum on your tits?” He asked breathily.

“Yes,” I responded, “anything you want.”

He stopped fucking me and opened his eyes, “anything?”

I smiled, “within reason.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he pulled out and sat up next to me so he could wank over my tits.

I knew it would probably last all of five seconds before he came, but I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing my clit at the sight of those lovely, long fingers tugging on that beautiful cock. I closed my eyes just in case and continued to touch myself as I heard his moans and felt him cum on me.

“Fuck,” Nathan said, “You’re so… fuck.” I kept my eyes closed as I pleasured myself and soon felt his hands on my thighs and his tongue penetrating me.

I moaned, “you don’t have to.” The comment just seemed to make him go faster. His tongue and my hand pushed me through to my second orgasm of the morning. He kissed my inner thigh and smiled up at me, “I guess we should get you cleaned off.” He grabbed some tissue and wiped off my breasts. He threw the tissues away then crawled back into bed to pull me into his arms.

“Have I ever told you how perfect y’are?” He said as he held me.

“Shut up,” I mumbled back.

“You know very well that that’s impossible for me,” he responded.

My alarm started going off.

“Ugh, community service,” I said and turned the alarm off.

He kissed me on the cheek, “without it, we never would’ve met.”

“Doubtful. I would’ve bumped into you eventually,” I responded.

“Yeah, but, you wouldn’t have had to put in the mandatory hours that made you fall in love with me,” he smiled.

I squeezed his hand and kissed it, “too bad we never met on the club scene. Wonder what you would’ve done to convince me you weren’t like the other boys.”

“Oh, that’s easy,” he said, “get down on my knees. And not to beg.”

“Cheeky git,” I responded and turned to face him and tousle his hair.

I rolled out of bed and yawned, “I gotta take a shower.”

“You took a shower yesterday,” he said.

“Then you got cum all over me,” I responded, “I’m taking a shower.”

He jumped up next to me, “I’ll join you!”

I smiled at him, “we don’t have time.” I kissed him on the cheek.

He pouted at me, “sure we do!”

“No. We don’t. You’re gonna get me all riled up, and then something’s gonna happen, and we’ll end up falling asleep and missing community service, and I don’t want to have my sentence extended.”

He pulled a disappointed look and added a groan.

I walked towards the door, “now be a good house husband and make me breakfast or something.”

His jaw dropped in offense, and I walked out the door with a cheeky grin.

“I die for you, and this is the thanks I get?!” He yelled behind me.

“I’ll suck your dick later!” I yelled back. I didn’t hear anything out of him after that.

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He’d heated up the food he picked up for me the night before and set it on the counter. Half of it was gone. I found him lying across the sofa, smoking.

“You think we got time for that blow job?” He asked as I quickly ate some rice for breakfast. “With as fast as you cum? Yeah, probably,” I replied with a snicker. “Hey!” he responded, “if I can make you cum in less than five minutes, I should be able to cum whenever I want!”

“Alright, alright, lover boy,” I said as I threw my fork in the sink, “don’t make us late.”

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We were late by only three minutes, and the new probation worker was late by about thirty five.

After we’d gotten changed and Nathan embarrassed himself for the umpteenth time via meeting the probation worker, we resumed our duties with which we were responsible on behalf of the council.

I half-assedly tried to put down the tarp to start painting the wall we started on yesterday. I’ll be honest, I was still out of it. Everything was overwhelming. I’d spent two or three days on a depressive bender just to be rushed into the high of my boyfriend telling me he loves me while still feeling the effects of my body trying to kill me. Or me trying to kill my body. One of the two. Either way, I was not paying attention to what anyone was saying. I glanced over and noticed Simon talking to one of the girls from the art therapy class.

“Do you know her or somethin’?” Kelly asked him.

“No,” Simon responded.

“Are you tryna shag her?” Alisha practically interrupted. I gave a silent, unnoticed eye roll.

“She’s not that mentally ill,” Nathan said with a snort, “or maybe she is…”

“Nathan…�� I said weakly, too tired to tell him off.

“What?” he responded, “it’s just a joke.”

I glanced around and briefly made eye contact with the girl Simon was talking to from earlier. I looked away and tried to focus on what I was doing.

“Hey, no offence,” Nathan said in that direction, “some people say I’m mentally ill, but obviously I’m not because I’m over here, and you’re over there with the other crazies.” He added a bit of a snicker. What the fuck? What the fuck? I should’ve expected this bullshit from him. He does shit like this all of the fucking time. I shouldn’t have let it hurt my feelings, but I did. He wasn’t talking to me, why should I care? But I did.

I shoved the tarp and sent a couple paint brushes flying.

I jumped up and smacked him in the back of the head, “What?! You think you’re better than us because your parents never gave enough of a fuck to get you help, and you haven’t got the balls to do it for yourself?!”

I could see his face fall for a moment followed by a look of confusion and finally a smirk like nothing had happened, “yeah, but you thought it was funny, though,” he said.

“No, I fucking didn’t. Sometimes you go a bit too far with the being an absolute arsehole thing,” I said and stormed off with tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

“Did she say ‘us’?,” I heard Alisha ask from behind me while Kelly called Nathan a wanker.

I sat outside the main lobby for a moment to gain composure before turning around to stand back up.

“I know you.” I jumped as I noticed the girl from earlier in front of me.

“Your name…” she said, almost ominously, “… it starts with an M… Melanie?” I hadn’t recognized her before, but right in front of me, I did. I’d done outpatient group therapy twice a week after I’d nearly OD’d and got caught with shit on me. They reviewed my files and decided I didn’t need inpatient again, and I guess I didn’t need any super big consequences either. Either way, that was four years ago. So somehow between then and now she’d ended up inpatient, and I’d ended up on community service… small world. I couldn’t remember her name.

“Yeah,” I confirmed.

I quickly tried to change the subject. Not allowing her to tell me if she’d remembered the connection that I did, “Listen. I’m sorry about him, yeah? He’s… stupid. And he doesn’t fuckin’ realize it until it’s 4am, and I’m practically dead asleep, and for some reason he’s beggin’ me not to leave him when I’m just tryna fuckin’ go to bed, but anyways… sorry.”

“He’s your… boyfriend?” She questioned.

I got up, “yeah, like I said, he really doesn’t mean it. I’m sorry he hurt your feelings, but I’ve got, y’know, shit to do, so I gotta go.”

She grabbed my arm, and I stopped.

“Does he talk to you like that?” She asked. Inquisitive. Not hostile.

“Sometimes,” I responded, “but I know how to hurt his feelings back, and I really don’t take shit personal, so it’s fine.” I tried to push past her.

“Does he know you’re mentally ill?” She asked, and it made me stop for some reason.

I took a breath, “yes,” I said and kept walking in the opposite direction. Half-truths are better than whole lies, I guess.

I went to my locker and pulled out a bottle of water and tried to get some breaths before pulling out a pack of cigarettes and began to smoke. I heard someone walk in and turned around, expecting to see Kelly honestly.

But it was Nathan. I never knew if he was going to apologize or act like a dramatic little bitch about things or just brush it off like nothing happened. He usually apologized because he knew his sex life depended on it. I couldn’t read his face, and that scared me. I could usually tell what he was about to do based on his face. Nobody could ever predict what would come out of his mouth, but I’d usually be able to tell how he wanted things to go just by how he looked at me. I expected kicked puppy, but what I got was coldness.

He didn’t necessarily look angry. He looked smug, but not a Nathan smug. Nathan smug was all smirks and raised eyebrows. This was different. Was he really mad at me? He’d never been mad at me before… not in a way that I thought was my fault.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?” He said finally. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone. Because he seemed sure of himself yet not completely confident. It was the smugness without the cocky. Without the cheeky. Without that edge of playful that made him tolerable or dare I say it, lovable.

It wasn’t like we’d never had a disagreement or an argument. I didn’t know why this one was different. Maybe because it was so personal to me. But that’s usually when we’d had problems before. He’d take something too far; I’d get upset; he’d apologize. Or he’d act dramatic for a couple of minutes and then apologize or kiss me or somehow make it better in a way that didn’t make me want to cry or kill him. But this didn’t feel like a joke or an apology.

“What?” I managed to say.

“It was almost obvious,” he said. It felt emotionless. Nathan didn’t do “emotionless.” Even when all of the emotions he was trying to convey jumped all over his real ones, he wasn’t emotionless.

“The fuck are you talking about?” My heart was speeding up. I realized how much taller he was than me. I’d always liked it, but it felt like he was towering over me.

“Poor, little, mental Mel. Your head’s being oh so loud, isn’t it? It’s really funny how scared you look. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before,” even the way he was being condescending didn’t feel like Nathan condescending. Then it hit me. He was being serious. I’d never seen him serious before. Not like this. Not mad at me. Serious. That’s why I was so fucking scared.

I quickly tried to wipe my eye.

“All you know how to do is fucking cry, is it? Not so big and bad now, are we? You failed to kill yourself just to submit to these men who only want you for one thing. Good news is… I don’t want you anymore,” He was still… emotionless.

“The fuck you mean you don’t want me anymore?! I don’t know what Kelly told you-,” I was shouting and crying and who knows whatever else, but he cut me off.

“She told me enough,” he said and started to walk away.

“THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T WANT ME ANYMORE?! YOU FUCKING LIVE WITH ME!” I shouted back at him.

“I’ll get my things later,” he said nonchalantly.

“The hell are you gonna live?!” I shouted again. He ignored me.

“Nathan! Nathan! FUCK YOU!” I slid down the lockers and just sobbed. I wasn’t going to chase after him. He didn’t deserve it. Fucking bastard. Arsehole. Wanker. Cunt.

I put out the cigarette I forgot I was holding then lit another one. I really believed him. I really believed that he loved me. After everything we’d been through. After everything I’d told him and he’d told me. At least it wasn’t a shag for a bet. At least we’d had some good times.

I couldn’t believe Kelly told him. I couldn’t believe he’d reacted that way. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten attached. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him. Everything about him was a red flag. I knew better, but I didn’t do better. It was my own fucking fault. Of course he didn’t want me. Why should he? I’m nothing. I’d shown him sympathy, and he’d taken advantage of me. That’s all that it was. I’d been so stupid.

I heard someone else walk in. I got off the floor. If anyone else tried to talk to me I wasn’t going to be kind. I planned to grab my lunch and go outside to sit by myself silently.

It was Simon.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Fine,” I deadpanned and threw the cigarette butt on the ground.

“Nathan was looking for you,” he said.

I groaned, “well, he can fuck off and die again for all I care.”

Simon looked concerned, “are you really that upset about what he said?”

“Do you really give a shit?!” I practically shouted in his face.

He took a step back, “Sorry… forget I said anything.”

“That’s what I thought,” I said. I crossed my arms and stomped out of the locker room.

And fucking finally. I could just sit outside and eat my lunch. Listen to music. Cry into my turkey sandwich. He said he loved me. Then he broke up with me. How could she tell him? It wasn’t Kelly’s fault. She was probably just trying to help. To get him to stop acting like a dick… if he didn’t want me the way I am, the history I have… well, that was his problem.

I wiped my tears on the palms of my hands and was glad I hadn’t tried to wear makeup that morning. I kept an earbud in as I passed Alisha and Simon having some kind of… conversation? I’d barely passed them when Alisha called my name.

I turned around and added an over dramatic sigh as I hit pause and the music turned into silence.

“Do you think Simon’s been wanking over me?” Alisha said next with a small giggle.

I gave her a scowl, “Y’know Alisha some of us have bigger problems than every lad on the fucking estate wanting to fuck us.”

I turned my music back on before I’d had a chance to catch either of their reactions. I simply sat on the ground and ate my sandwich while watching the ducks on the lake.

After a while, I was probably supposed to get back to my community service, but I didn’t want to. I got up anyway and started to slowly make my way back to the inside of the community center. I returned to my locker and threw my sandwich container back into my bag when something else inside caught my eye.

I grabbed the small tin and shoved it into the pocket of my jumpsuit.

Wow, Mel, keep drugs on your person during your court mandated community service, that’s intelligent, was my first thought, but then, with the attitude of the new probation worker, I really didn’t think he’d try to frisk me. Not for drugs, at least.

I hid in a toilet cubicle while I tried to relax; not because I thought I’d get caught, but because I didn’t want anyone to bother me. I put my earbuds back in and tried to relax. Clear my mind. Not fucking deal with this bullshit.

When I finally finished the spliff, I thought about rolling another one. I decided not to. I flushed the end of it down the toilet and hit my head up against the door of the cubicle for good measure.

I went to wash my hands and stared in the mirror. I looked like complete shit. My face was red; my hair was a mess, and I’m sure my eyes were bloodshot from crying long before I’d even gotten out the weed. I washed my hands and still didn’t want to leave the toilets. I stared at the door for a minute and eventually it opened. And in walked Nathan. I felt myself begin to get upset again, just at the sight of his face.

“There you are!” He said as he practically bumped into me.

“What do you want?” I snapped. He looked different than before. Not as intense. Maybe angry in a different way. I still wanted to burst into tears. I didn’t even want to look at him.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I know how to fuck,” he responded. Oh. So his sex life does depend on it. I should’ve told him to fuck off. I should’ve walked away. But I wanted him in any way I could get him. Maybe he didn’t love me. Maybe I am mental. If this is what he wants, then that’s what he wants.

“Is that what you want?” I responded, trying not to sound upset, “you want to fuck?”

“Oh I see what’s going on here,” he replied. Well good for you because I don’t.

He got closer to my face. I didn’t feel as… threatened? As before. Did he smell different before? Now that sounds mental.

He kissed me with the same hunger as last night. Of pure want. He put his hand against my back and began to kiss down my neck. He started pulling down the zipper of my jumpsuit.

“So you want me?” I managed to say as my entire body began to feel warmer and warmer by the second.

“Of course I do,” he said between kisses, “I always do. Do you want me?”

The way those sweet green eyes looked at me was definitely different than before. I tried to let the mixed signals melt away. The fact of the matter was I wanted him; I had him, and I’d keep him any way I could.

“Absolutely,” I said, pulling him by the chin back down to my face, “now fuck me like you mean it.”

His mouth crashed onto mine as I wrapped my arms around him, close enough to him to feel his growing erection up against me. He pulled away just for a moment to unzip my jumpsuit all the way down before attacking my mouth once again and grabbing at my breasts. I pulled my arms out of my jumpsuit and let it fall to the ground and stepped out of it, kicking it out of the way. He unhooked my bra, and I let that fall to the ground too.

He was still fully clothed, and I was stood there in nothing but a pair of knickers that barely covered my arse.

Before I could reach to unzip his jumpsuit, he pushed me up against the sink. He gave me a simple kiss on the lips before smirking and kissing my neck, sucking to give love bites, and giving a couple of soft, actual bites before softly kissing my shoulder and trailing down my body to my breast. He gave each breasts a slow kiss before continuing to kiss down my body until he was on his knees. He pulled my knickers down around my ankles.

“What are you doing?” I asked, almost breathlessly.

“What do you think?” He said with a smirk before grabbing my right leg and throwing it over his shoulder. My knickers laid in a sad pile around my left ankle. I grabbed the sink behind so I didn’t fall over and get concussed. Logistically speaking, this was super fucking dangerous and not really the ideal way of doing things.

His mouth was on my cunt in an instant.

“Fuck!” I practically shouted. After several long licks, his tongue entered me. I grasped onto the sink. Part of me was scared it could break, the rest of me didn’t give a fuck in the slightest. I couldn’t stop from moaning out. There was no way we weren’t going to get caught. There was no lock on the door. We weren’t even in the toilet cubicle. But I didn’t care. If this was how it was going to be, this was how it was going to be. And I wanted him so bad.

His tongue left my body and returned to my clit as he shoved two fingers inside of me. He fingered me faster than he usually did, and, fucking hell, I liked it.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!,” I moaned out, almost whining, “baby! Shit! Fuck! Nathan! Oh my god!” My body didn’t know what to do while standing up and being so overwhelmed in a way I hadn’t before. I stood on my tiptoes and kept holding onto the sink behind me and came all over this face. He pulled away and grinned up at me, and I let my leg leave his shoulder. Both of my legs shook. I took a step or two to get into a more comfortable way to hold onto the sink to hold my balance in any way I could.

“Y’know,” he said as he unzipped his jumpsuit and let it fall on the ground, “people that think girls squirtin’ and pissin’ is the same are fucking wrong because that sure didn’t taste the same.” I gave a bit of an eyebrow raise before shaking my head and just letting it go.

I turned around and leaned over the sink. I caught his gaze in the mirror.

“So you gonna fuck me or is that all you got?” I asked breathily.

He leaned over me and kissed my neck again before barely pulling his underwear down and leaving his shirt on. I felt him slide his cock between my thighs and enter me.

I let out a moan as we made eye contact through the mirror.

“That good?” he whispered in my ear.

I nodded.

His hands fell to my hips before fucking me with a particularly rough thrust. I gasped and held onto the sink again as his pace continued to speed up. I had no control over the noises coming out of my mouth as he hit that spot inside me over and over.

One hand stayed at my hip as another came down hard on my ass. Nathan was definitely one to give a playful smack, but this was something else entirely. It wasn’t something he’d never done before, but it was always at my request. The part of me that liked it overpowered the part of me that wondered why he decided this was how he wanted to do it.

“Yeah, you like that?” he said, another hard smack on the same cheek, “you like it when I’m rough with you like this?”

“Mhm,” I barely managed to get out between the moans.

His hand flew to my clit after a few more minutes of relentless fucking.

“You gonna cum for me?” he said in my ear.

“Yes, yes,” I moaned as I was getting closer by the second, “yes, fuck, it’s so good.”

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Yes! Fuck!” As I came down from my orgasm, I noticed he’d quickly pulled out, but he hadn’t cum.

I turned around and looked at him, “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head and bit at a fingernail, “No… no… you’re great. You’re beautiful. Turn around, let me finish.” So I did.

He entered me again and was the total opposite of before. Slow pace. Running his hand down my body and through my hair as he fucked me. He kept eye contact with me in the mirror and smiled at me.

He let his head fall down on my shoulder, and he moaned in my ear.

“You feel so good,” he moaned, shakily, “so good.”

He kissed my neck, “you’re so good to me,” he said between kisses, “fuck Mel, shh-it.” He moaned louder as his thrusts got faster. I grasped onto the sink harder and moaned out at how deep he’d gotten. One of his hands fell on top of mine and held it. With an “uh uh Uh!” of moans, I felt him cum inside me.

He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before he pulled out.

“I love you,” he said softly with a small smile. Now I was fucking confused again.

I turned around to face him, “unbelievable! You love me last night; you want nothing to do with me, and now you love again?! What are you fucking playing at?!”

His face scrunched up, “what are you talking about?”

“I don’t know,” I wasn’t crying. I was just fucking angry, “you’ve only said you love me after sex, and less than an hour ago, you didn’t want me anymore. Just tell me what you fucking want, and I’ll give it to you!”

He shook his head, “I never said I didn’t want you. Maybe you are mental.” And then I burst into tears.

“Fuck,” he said mainly to himself, “hey hey, it’s okay. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He reached for my arm, and I snatched it away.

“Don’t touch me,” I said through the tears. I sighed and wiped my eyes before starting to gather my clothes, “you know what? It’s fine. I get it. If this is the only thing you want me for, it’s fine. We have the flat. We fuck. It’s okay, really.” I didn’t think it was okay.

“If what is all I want you for?” he asked. Are you joking?

“Sex?” I finally looked at him, and he looked just about as hurt as I was, “what else?”

“Is that really what you think about me?” He was reaching kicked puppy territory.

“It was. And then it wasn’t, but you fucking proved yourself, didn’t ya?” I crossed my arms with my knickers and my bra in one hand. We were really arguing in the toilets in a public place with our bits on display because, according to us, that was the least of our worries.

“What the hell are you talking about? You’re the one talking about sex all the time, sayin’ how fuckin’ shit in bed I am just because I made one comment about some bitch you don’t even know! Jesus!” He groaned and finally pulled up his underwear.

I put my bra on, “All I said was that it was too far; I didn’t fucking say anything about our sex life. You’re the one who doesn’t love me anymore!”

He threw his hands in the air, “What?!” What the fuck did I do to make you think that?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I said as I slammed a toilet cubicle door in his face, “Fucking... break up with me?!”

“The only break up we had was from you!” He said, “when you were fucking brainwashed!”

I put my knickers around my ankles to get them out of my hands and wiped myself off. I pulled my knickers back up and slammed the toilet lid down before flushing the toilet.

I went back to grab my jumpsuit, and he already had his back on.

“You looked me in my fucking face and said you don’t want me,” I said, telling myself not to cry again as I got completely dressed.

“When?!” He responded, “I must’ve been off my fucking tits because I’ve got absolutely no memory of this, and I think I’d fucking remember if I decided to ruin my entire relationship.”

I washed my hands, “you would, wouldn’t you?” I responded sarcastically, “and wash your fucking hands. You’re disgusting.”

He shoved them in my face, “why don’t you fucking lick them off considering all that’s on them is your pussy from how hard I’ve tried to please you. All I want is to make you happy! Just for you to act… like whatever the fuck this is!”

I lightly bit his finger, and he moved his hands away as a reflex.

“Like what, Nathan?” I said, getting in his face, “mental? Crazy? Psycho? Insane?”

The door to the toilets swung open, and I took a step back.

It was Kelly.

“Fuckin’ hell, there you are,” she said before taking a look at me. She realized how much of a fucking mess I looked and then immediately seemed a bit angrier, “what’s happened? What’s he said now?”

I took a few shaky breaths, “he wouldn’t have said anything if you hadn’t told him.”

“Told him what?”

“Told me what?” They said at practically the same time.

“You know exactly what,” I said, holding back tears.

“I didn’t tell anybody anything,” Kelly rebutted.

“What?” Nathan spoke up, “you fuck somebody while I was dead or somethin? Everybody mourns differently. I’d do the same thing.”

My jaw dropped, “you know I really want to fucking slap you right now.”

“Wanker,” Kelly muttered.

“Whatever, I’m fucking outta here. I need my hygiene wipes for my fucking pubes,” I ignored Kelly’s “wot,” and stomped over to the door while Kelly started to scold Nathan for what he said while he argued back. I forcefully pushed the door open with my hint of anger sparking at my fingertips, and I ran directly into…

Me?! I let out a blood churning scream.

As whatever the fuck that was ran the other direction, I heard other feet heading towards my direction. I ran back into the bathroom and directly into Nathan’s chest because I didn’t know where else to go.

“I think I’m going fucking mad,” I sobbed, “I’m scared. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what’s going on.”

He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back.

“Hey hey,” he said softly, “breathe. You need to calm down. You’re going to blow the power out. Just breathe. It’s gonna be okay. I’ve got you, love, I’ve got you.”

“You do this a lot?” Kelly asked which made my anger spike again. Nathan made a shushing noise, and I wasn’t sure if it was directed at me or her.

The door burst open, and I jumped and let off another spark in the room. I didn’t even want to look to see who it was.

“The fuck is up with her? I could’ve sworn her reaction to the last dead bodies wasn’t this bad,” Alisha said. What about dead bodies?

I wiped my eyes and turned around. Simon, Curtis, and Alisha were now standing in the room.

“Is that what happened? You saw a body?” Nathan asked, “did you kill somebody?!”

I shook my head, “no, I didn’t fucking kill anybody. I’ve no idea what the fuck’s going on.”

“Simon killed somebody,” Alisha said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Simon killed the probation worker. Nathan, you were there.”

I looked back at him. He blinked with a look of surprise.

“I assure you I wasn’t. I was in here fucking my girlfriend and getting shouted at,” he said, “not at the same time… maybe at the same time a little, but mainly not at the same time.”

Curtis rolled his eyes, “there’s some weird shit going on, and, of course, the only thing the two of you think to have sex.”

I responded with a scowl, “like you and Alisha haven’t been doing the same fucking thing!”

“Alright!” Kelly shouted, “we need to recount what the fuck is going on. So Alisha gave Simon a blowjob, but-

“WHAT?!” Nathan responded with a huge smile in a look of amusement on his face, “Barry?! Really?!”

“She literally just said his name,” I muttered, “you know his name.”

I’m not sure anyone heard me over Alisha’s, “I did not! It was not me!”

“That’s funny,” Nathan said.

Kelly gave an angry sigh. “Alright!” She repeated, “Alisha didn’t give Simon a blowjob. Simon didn’t beat up Alisha. What the fuck else happened in here?”

“Nathan broke up with me,” I said softly.

“No I didn’t!” Nathan responded loudly.

“What? What’d you say?” Kelly asked.

“Things that didn’t make sense… Nathan broke up with me. But it almost made sense because because,” I took a couple breaths to stop myself from crying, “Kelly, can you read my thoughts if I just think it?”

She nodded. I thought you told him what I thought about yesterday… how I never told him about my suicide attempt. I thought he found out and didn’t want me anymore.

She nodded again, “I really don’t think he’d do that.”

“Do what?” Nathan responded, “who’s he? Me he? It’s bad enough with all this bullshit without my girlfriend keeping secrets from me.”

I turned around to look at him, “you really don’t know?”

“Don’t know what?” He said, “I don’t know a lot of things!”

I bit my lip and took another deep breath, “that I’m mental. Like actually mental. Like clinically diagnosed mental. Like take a knife down my arm mental,” his face fell in a way I’d never seen. Maybe it’d gotten close when we’d get really drunk and share scary stories. He had tears on the edges of his eyes that he ignored like he always did. He looked absolutely devastated. I saw him glance behind me for just a moment. Probably to look at the others. I couldn’t bear to even think of their reactions. I kept talking, “like realize you don’t actually want to die, scream for your mum, and end up on a mental ward for three months mental. I’ve been on and off of so many medications. Once I moved out of my mum’s place, it got so much better. But I’m still like this,” I said motioning to myself, “I’m textbook crazy. That’s never gonna go away.”

I watched a couple silent tears fall from his eyes, “but you’re better now though, right?” was all he said.

I took a breath and let a shoulder rise and fall in a half-shrug, “Am I? Look at today. I’m fucking losing it.”

He held my hand, “today’s just another one of those weird things caused by the storm; you’re okay. You’re okay, right?” It almost felt like he was pleading with me as tears filled his eyes.

I stared at my feet, “I don’t know.”

“I can’t lose you again,” he said softly, “I can’t.”

I looked back up at him, “I’m not going anywhere.”

He pulled me into his arms and whispered into my ear, “I love you, and I mean that.”

I hugged him tightly and then stepped back again, “what’d ya say?” I smirked.

He glanced around me and fidgeted with his hands before looking back at me, “c’mon, in front of our friends?”

I pouted, “are you ashamed of me?” I wasn’t upset. I was just trying to get him to say it louder.

I let out a yelp as he grabbed me and spun me around as he yelled, “I love my girlfriend, and I don’t care how crazy she is!,” before kissing me and letting me down.

I shook my head and giggled, “and I love you too.”

He smiled, “alright, sorted! Great!”

Curtis cleared his throat, “that’s all well and good, but are we forgetting we’ve got bigger problems here?”

Kelly shrugged, “I thought it was romantic.”

“We’ve got a dead probation worker in a freezer,” Curtis continued.

“If Nathan wasn’t helping us move the body, then whoever it was knows we killed the probation worker,” Simon said.

“But the probation worker isn’t in a freezer, he’s in the ground,” I said.

“The other one,” Simon responded, solemnly.

My eyes widened, “the other one?! The one they hired yesterday?!”

He shook his head, “Sally. The second one. She was Tony’s fiancé. She was going to go to the police with evidence. I couldn’t let that happen.” I felt a shiver go down my spine.

“So somebody that looks like me is running around here, moving bodies and breaking up with my girlfriend?” Nathan asked.

“No,” Simon said, “somebody that looks like any of us, doing anything.”

“Oh, yeah,” Nathan responded, “like the blowjobs.” He snickered.

“Oh!” I said suddenly, recovering from all of the distractions, “I remembered something.” “You’ve remembered you’re going to give me a blowjob,” Nathan interrupted.

I narrowed my eyes at him, “no.” He let out a disappointed, “oh.”

I continued, “I just ran into me. Like me me. Like evil clone me.”

“I think it’s a shapeshifter,” Simon responded.

I nodded, “yeah, yeah. That makes a lot more sense. More Ditto in Pokémon, less Army of Darkness. Thank God.”

“It made me think of episode of Star Trek I saw,” he said.

“Is anybody going to tell me what the fuck they’re talking about?” Alisha asked.

“Shapeshifters can take on other people’s appearances,” Simon said to her.

“Yeah, there’s been plots on it in like Doctor Who… oh! And Buffy,” I said.

I was still met with blank looks.

“Do you lot not watch television? Jesus,” I said and shook my head.

“I didn’t watch Buffy for the plot,” Nathan said.

I ran my hands through my hair, “okay, guess that doesn’t matter. What’s the plan?”

“We should set up a password,” Simon said, “something we can say to each other, so that we know it’s us.”

“Monkey Slut!” Nathan blurted before I had a chance to catch a thought.

Alisha rolled her eyes, “we’re not having monkey slut as a password.”

“What’s the chances of that being used in conversation?” he responded, “Pretty slim, no?” I shrugged.

“Just go with it,” Kelly said, “Monkey slut.”

I nodded and said with a slightly disinterested tone, “sure, yeah, genius, babe. Monkey slut.”

Nathan took some sort of a power stance and gave me a grin.

“We need to figure out who it is before they go to the police,” Curtis said. I crossed my arms. It would have to be someone that had information on me.

“It’s the new probation worker. It’s always the probation worker,” Alisha expressed.

“Could be,” I responded, “could’ve known about me from my file.”

“That dead chick was the probation worker’s fiance,” Nathan interjected, “what if the new one’s his brother?” The rest of the group was unimpressed.

“He’s white,” Simon said, “Tony was black.”

“Adopted brother?” Nathan responded, “adopted kids are nutjobs.” I pinched him.

“What was that for?!” he reacted.

“You’re bein’ rude again,” I replied.

“Whatever,” Kelly said, “we’ve gotta get out of here and find whoever it is.”

We left the bathroom and began to walk around the community center. The girl from earlier appeared.

“Lucy?” Simon said, and the girl ran off.

“That’s her name!” I exclaimed with a snap.

“You know her too?” Alisha asked.

“Er, yeah. All us mentals know each other,” I responded, “... that was a joke.” Lucy knew. She knew about my bullshit.

“It’s her!” I tried not to shout, “it’s definitely her!” We ran after her.

As we turned the corner, the probation worker and/or shapeshifter appeared.

“Well, I will see all of you tomorrow,” he said. All of our guards were up, knowing that Lucy could be anybody.

“Good one!” Nathan said, approaching him, “very convincing.”

“Stop!” Curtis exclaimed, and we all turned around to look at him. “It’s not her,” he continued. Oh great I thought what kind of shit did we fuck up approximately fifteen minutes ago to cause him to turn back time this time.

He gathered us and quickly explained how we fucked up, and Kelly killed another probation worker, so that caused him to turn back time.

Or in my words, our number of brain cells continue to equal our number of probation workers. Zero. Because we killed them all. Thankfully, Curtis’s power saved us from having to get rid of two bodies again instead of just one.

“Alright, what’s going on?” The probation worker asked since we weren’t exactly being subtle. We all quickly tried to act as natural as possible.

“Nothing,” Simon responded.

“You’re obviously lying,” he replied. Not Convinced. Shit. “But it’s five o’clock, and I couldn’t give a shit.” And he walked off. We let off a sigh of relief. The equivalent of me walking out the chippy right as something definitely starts to smell like it’s on fire. Good on ya, sir probation worker. Get the fuck outta there.

“Have a good one!” Curtis said as we made sure he was gone before continuing our quest to find Lucy.

We spotted her again as we ran after her towards the office where she seemingly disappeared again.

“She’s turned into a mouse!” Simon pointed out as my attention flew to the mouse on the floor. There were a couple of shouts as Curtis and Simon sent a filing cabinet to the floor to get to her. I quickly realized I didn’t have a hair tie and threw my hand into one of Nathan’s pockets. He let out another “ah!,” followed by “are you feeling me up?!”

I groaned and pulled the hair tie I’d left there out of his pocket and put my hair up.

“Where’d that come from?” he asked. I ignored him.

I got down on the ground, “I’m an expert at catching shit.”

“Not what you want to hear from the girl you just fucked without a condom,” Nathan muttered.

Simon moved out of my way. “I need… I need like a box or a towel or a cup or something,” I said as I gazed into the hole in the wall, “and maybe a torch.”

“Well, I’m not waiting around for a fucking mouse. This place is filthy with them,” Alisha said as she left the office.

“We’ll take care of it,” Curtis said.

They left and returned with a menagerie of items that said “beat it to smithereens” rather than “catch a mouse.”

Nathan’s way of showing me he retrieved a towel was to roll it up and smack it across my bum.

“Easy!” I responded in annoyance, “I’m still sore from earlier and being on my knees and elbows ain’t necessarily helpin.”

“Sorry,” he said and gently placed it on my shoulder with a pat.

I grabbed it and had it ready to strike if I saw movement. What was I going to do after I grabbed her? No idea. I sat up towards the hole while the guys stood behind me with makeshift weapons. A bit of anxiety did cross my mind as I was aware that I was a small woman with three men that were bigger than me, had weapons, and had been convicted of crimes behind me, but the whole shapeshifting mouse and superpowers thing balanced everything out.

We were silent for a few moments before Curtis asked Simon, “so what’s the story of you with this girl?”

“After I tried to burn that boy’s house down,” Simon answered, “they sent me to a psychiatric unit for assessment.”

“Woo! Crazy people club!” I said and put up a fist for a fist bump… that was ignored. The cruel hands of rejection will find you in the strangest of places.

“Lucy was a patient on the unit,” he continued, “I think she’s obsessed with me.”

“So it’s just that?” Nathan asked, “and the murder, is it? Or is there anything else you’d like to share with the group?” I tried to focus in on the hole on the wall while still listening in.

“You expect me to tell you anything after how you’ve treated me?” Simon retaliated, “all the names you’ve called me?”

“What names?” Nathan responded. I would normally say something, but I just kept a smirk as they ignored me, and Simon stood up for himself.

After Simon listed the numerous names that Nathan had called him, probably leaving out a couple, he ended with, “I just want to be your friend.”

“Sure, man,” Nathan responded.

“Alright,” Curtis added.

I sighed and sat back on my heels as I began to lose hope that she was even still in this office.

Nathan nudged me with his foot, “any luck on that mouse?”

“Nothin,” I responded.

Nathan stretched and groaned, “So basically he’s had a blowjob off your girlfriend, and you haven’t,” he directed towards Curtis. I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a little snicker. It wasn’t funny, but it was pretty funny.

“Shut up, man,” Curtis said, clearly not amused, “it wasn’t her. It could’ve as easily been your girlfriend.” I turned my attention away from mousehunting.

Nathan kept a smirk on his face, “That probably would’ve made more sense. Alisha’d never go for a guy like him; Mel loves charity work.” I crossed my arms.

“That’s why she’s with you then?” Curtis said back.

Nathan shrugged, “probably-

“No,” I interrupted him.

“No,” he repeated and motioned towards me, “but, anyway, why should I care what her mouth does when I can have any hole on her I want?”

“Oi! Watch it, you!” I shouted back at him.

“Watch what?” Nathan asked playfully, “what’re we watchin? Besides him, who was watchin’ Alisha gob on his knob.”

“It wasn’t her!” Curtis repeated, angrier.

“It looked like her,” Nathan said.

“It wasn’t her,” Curtis repeated again.

“It had her mouth,” Nathan stated.

“It wasn’t her brain,” Curtis defended.

“Who cares about her brain when your balls are restin’ on her chin?!” Nathan said, clearly pleased with himself.

Curtis quickly threatened him with whatever he was holding, “say another word, I dare you, do it.”

I sighed, “fuck’s sake,” and went back to what I was doing. I could see her, the mouse, but I didn’t think I could get to her. I didn’t want her to think I was on to her, so I sat silently.

“I didn’t do anything,” Nathan said, “be angry at him.”

I watched the mouse move closer as I kept a hold on the towel.

“I didn’t know what was happening. She just,” Simon stumbled over his words, “and then she… before I knew it, she-”

“Was suckin’ your cock,” Nathan interrupted. I tried not to laugh.

“You didn’t know it wasn’t Alisha,” Curtis said, directed at Simon, “you should’ve stopped her.”

“Aw, c’mon, man, be serious,” Nathan responded before Simon had a chance to say anything, “that requires an inhuman level of self-restraint that no man is capable of. The siren call of the blowjob renders all men powerless. That’s how girls trick you into marryin’ them.”

“That’s how she’s gotten you so whipped then?” Curtis responded.

I spun around, removing my attention from the mouse, “I’m sorry?”

“No,” Nathan said, “I’m my own man.”

Curtis scoffed, “she says ‘jump,’ you say, ‘how high.’ I’ve seen you carry her across the community centre because she doesn’t want to walk.”

“Yeah, and?” Nathan said with a stamp of a foot, “I’m a good boyfriend. I… I love her. The blowjobs and the dirty fucking are just bonuses.”

“Or are you just saying that because she’s sitting right there?” Curtis said.

“I eat pussy!” Nathan practically yelled, making me blink with surprise. “So, no, I don’t have to do the shopping or carry her bag or whatever to get a blowjob. Do unto others as you’d have them do unto you. Locate the clit to get thine balls licked.”

At that moment, I noticed the mouse/Lucy run across the floor.

I shouted as I jumped and grabbed her with the towel.

“The fuck do I do now?” I asked as I was holding the towel with her inside it in my hand.

“I don’t know!” Simon responded, “I don’t know!”

She continued to struggle in the towel until she broke free.

“Fuck!” I shouted and tried to grab her again with my bare hand. I grabbed her, and she bit me. She fucking bit me. I dropped her in response, and she ran out of the office. I ran after her.

“Split up!” Curtis shouted to everybody, “find her!”

I chased her into one of the storerooms where she ran behind some cardboard boxes. I tried to move them, but she’d already gotten away. There was no telling what holes or vents were in that room. I continued searching through boxes and cabinets anyway.

“Guys!” I heard Nathan yell, and I ran out of the storeroom towards the locker room.

“What the fuck is going on?” I said as there were clearly sounds of a struggle. I walked in just in time to see “Simon” shove Nathan right onto a pipe. I screamed. Simon (who wasn’t Simon) stared at Nathan, looked at me, and ran in the other direction.

“Don’t let her get away!” Nathan said with a wheeze, but all I cared about was getting to him. I ran up to him and watched as his blood dripped off the pipe and onto the floor. I let out a small whimper.

“Hey,” he said with a wheeze and a groan and reached out to rub my arm, “don’t cry. I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not,” I said softly. Tears started to fall.

“Really,” he said with another wheeze, “I’ll be okay.”

“No,” I mumbled through the tears, “I can… I can fix this.” My hands started to glow. I remembered how I’d healed future Simon.

“I just,” I said a little bit louder, “I just have to get you off of there.”

Simon, Kelly, and Alisha ended up in the locker room behind me.

“What are you doing?” Kelly asked, looking towards my glowing hands.

“I don’t know,” I said simply.

“She’s Barry,” Nathan said to Kelly, “she shoved me onto a pipe.”

“I’m not her,” Simon said, “I’m me.”

“Shit,” Alisha said, seeing the state of Nathan, “does that hurt?”

“Only when I breathe,” Nathan wheezed, “bad news is the mental girl… she knows the password. Monkey slut is blown.” I was only half paying attention. I was too busy watching the fresh blood drip, drip, drip off the pipe.

“She could be any one of us,” Simon said.

“It’s not me!” Kelly said quickly.

“It’s not me either!” Alisha responded.

“Mel’s using her power,” Simon said, “that’s how we can prove we’re who we say we are.”

Alisha used her power. Simon said something gross. Simon used his.

Maybe I should’ve been paying attention. There was a shapeshifter on the loose that not only had incriminating information on us but also had shown that they weren’t opposed to violence. Stakes were high, but weren’t they always? Somebody was always getting hurt or getting killed or stealing babies or turning into dogs or whatever.

Something was always fucking happening, and I was stuck staring at a pipe with my boyfriend’s blood all over it. I felt a physical ache in my chest. My brain went back to before. When he was dead. It was scary how clear the image was in my head. It was almost unbelievable that it was only a few days before.

Dead. Dead. Dead. He’s going to die. Again. He can’t die. But he was dead. Very much dead. So he’ll come back? What if he doesn’t?

Another image across my mind. That locker filled with blood. That guy could’ve been any one of us. Dead. Tony’s body. Dead. Blood across the floor. Even that girl that brainwashed me. Dead on the pavement. Blood. Blood. Blood. There was always so much fucking blood.

I didn’t even look up until Kelly took a fucking bat to Curtis’s face. One of them was the shapeshifter. I didn’t know which. I felt like I didn’t know much of anything.

His body hit the floor, and Kelly quickly got his arms tied. She took a plastic bag and began to suffocate him. And I just stood there.

“That’s pretty brutal,” Nathan said.

“We can’t kill her,” Simon added.

“She knows too much!” Kelly responded with no remorse. I just took a breath and looked away again.

“Stop!” Simon yelled.

And the lights went out. My hands were still glowing, but it barely lit up anything.

All I saw was a shuffle of feet as Kelly yelled, “what was that?!”

“Is somethin’ happening?” Nathan asked as I held my hands up to see around me. I noticed Curtis was gone and not much else.

The lights came back on, and Simon’s phone rang.

“Who is it?!” Kelly asked hostilely.

“… it’s you,” Simon answered.

She looked down. It was like her eyes filled with dark liquid. She grabbed him and slammed his head against the lockers. Simon fell to the floor. My hands let off a spark, and I ran in the other direction. I didn’t leave the room. I hid behind a corner.

The lights flickered as she screamed as she turned into Lucy. That seems painful I thought. Maybe I should’ve tried to grab her or do something, do anything. But I hid and watched.

“Why are you doing this?” Simon asked from the floor.

“These new friends you’ve made,” she said with intensity, “they’ve turned you against me.”

She took a breath and got down on her knees, closer to Simon. She continued, “I know what I need to do now. You’re going to walk into the police station and confess to murdering your probation worker. They’ll lock you up in the unit; we’ll be together again.”

She pressed an unwelcomed kiss to his lips and stood up. I took a step forward. I wasn’t sure what I thought I was about to do, but I quickly took a step back again when she began to use her power. The lights flickered again, and she yelled as she turned into Simon. I didn’t interfere.

“I’m doing this for us,” Lucy as Simon said and walked away.

I ran back into the room and up to Nathan. Simon got off the floor. We made eye contact with each other, and he quickly left the room. I directed my attention back to Nathan.

“I… I can fix this,” I said softly, “let me get you off of there.”

He didn’t object besides telling me to be careful. I put my arms under his and tried to remove him from the pipe. He let out a guttural groan, and I had trouble supporting him.

“I can’t,” he wheezed, “I can’t feel my feet.” He tried to grab at the wall beside him, and it resulted in both of us slowly sliding to the floor. Blood painted the wall as he slid down it.

“Let me fix it,” I said. My hands glowed brighter.

“You gonna zap me?” He asked with a small smile.

Blood was continuing to gush out of him. I pressed my hands against him, and the bleeding stopped from the front, but it continued to spill out behind him.

“When’d you learn how to do that?” he asked.

I shrugged and tried to pull on him.

“I have to get behind you! I have to fix it!” I said frantically.

“I can’t move,” he said weakly.

“I have to fix it,” I said as I began to sob, “I have to fix it.”

“It’s okay, baby,” he said and tried to take a couple of staggered breaths, “I’m immortal.”

“You’re fucking dyin!” I shouted as I sobbed, “don’t tell me you can’t die when you’re dying right in front of me!”

“I’ll,” he continued to wheeze until he caught a breath, “…I’ll come back.”

“What if you don’t?” I sobbed, “what if it was a one time thing?”

“It’s… it’s not,” he said, “I suffocated loads of times in that coffin. Way worse than this, honest.” He smiled again, and I knew it was supposed to make me feel better, but it didn’t.

I just kept crying.

“It’ll be alright,” he said, “you’ll be okay.”

“You’re fucking dying, and you’re the one comforting me,” I said through the tears.

“Well,” he said and gasped for air again, “what else am I gonna do?”

I tried to take a few deep breaths to calm down. I had to remind myself we lived in a different world now. That he might be okay. That he was going to fucking die, and it wasn’t a big deal.

“I am sorry though,” he said. I opened my mouth to say “it’s not your fault,” but he kept talking before I could continue.

“Not for dying,” he said and gasped again, “I’m sorry that I had more fun when I got your blood on me than you’re having getting my blood on you.”

I laughed, “is that your dying words? A period sex joke?”

He grinned, and the voice that came out of him next was very quiet and weak, “that’s better… laughin’.”

“I love you,” I said softly before biting my lip, knowing I was about to start sobbing again.

“I,” he gasped and tried to catch a breath, multiple times, “I,” he groaned, and finally he closed his eyes and said, “oh, I feel funny.”

I think he passed out first. I don’t know. I just know I suddenly felt very alone. It was weird. I’d freaked out so much while he was dying that for a second I had a calmness I couldn’t explain. It was like my body said, “alright, we need a break from all that.”

And then the calmness was replaced with an annoyance of “I’m really going to have to clean up all of this blood.” Down the walls, all over these pipes, all over the floor, some of it spattered on the lockers and the mirrors, all over Nathan and I, all over my jumpsuit, all over my hands. For less than a minute, my brain reacted as if I’d just dropped a bowl of food or a dog had just run in and got mud everywhere.

And then the panic came back. Reminded me that this isn’t just a mess, it’s blood. It’s my boyfriend’s blood (a little bit of Curtis’ and Simon’s), all over this room. He’s fucking dead, and I’m covered in his blood. There’s human blood all over me. It was drying, already having gone from warm to cold.

My breaths begin to quicken.

Blood, blood, there’s always so much fucking blood. It’s all over me. It’s all over me.

I began to sob again. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how long it would be. My whole body felt wet, and the overwhelming feeling of disgust, dread, and distraught were taking over.

I noticed my hands lighting up again, and it just made me sob louder.

Fuck these fucking powers, and this fucking community centre, and this fucking estate, and our fucking parents, and everything.

Was I was supposed to be grateful that maybe he’d come back when the only reasons he’d died was from other people getting fucking powers? Was I supposed to be grateful that I’d gotten community service and met him in the first place? Was I supposed to be grateful for the part of me that felt the need to defend my mum against her newest wannabe abuser? Because it wasn’t bad enough the way he hit me back. Because it wasn’t bad enough that I had to pick up shit every day. You do everything to try to fucking survive, to be a good person, and where do you end up? Covered in fucking blood on the dirty, shitty floor in a dirty, shitty community centre, in a dirty, shitty borough in a stupid, fucking city in a pompous, fucking country on a shitty, little island in a fucked up, nonsensical, cruel, ridiculous world.

I kicked my feet like a child and screamed. My hands lit up, and it looked like a lightning strike hit a locker as sparks flew off of it.

I took another deep breath.

“You have to calm down,” I said to myself, “or else it’ll be dark, and you’ll still be covered in blood. And then you’re really going to freak out.”

I closed my eyes and took another deep breath and ignored the smell of iron in the room.

I sighed and remembered I was in the locker room.

I got up, slipped slightly but stayed on my feet. I went to my locker, tracking more blood across the floor. I got out my bag, getting blood on it, of course. I took out some wipes and wiped my hands off enough that I wouldn’t get blood on my iPod. It ended up getting some on it anyway.

I sat on the floor against the lockers. I was close enough to Nathan to touch him with my foot if I wanted to, but far enough away that I wouldn’t be sitting in a pool of blood. I sat my bag on the floor, put my earbuds in, and lit a cigarette because what the fuck else was I going to do? I hit shuffle. Dead! by My Chemical Romance started to play. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

____

Two hours later, he moved. I threw my earbuds off and moved over towards him.

He took a breath and opened his eyes.

“Welcome back,” I said softly.

“Oh, hello,” he said and smiled at me.

I threw my arms around him, and he rubbed my back. I felt like crying again, but at that point, I didn’t know if I had any tears left.

“I hate to say I told you so,” he said softly, gently.

“No, you don’t,” I interrupted, “you’d love to say I told you so.”

He let out a small laugh, “yeah, you’re right. I told you so. I’m all good. All grand. Good as new. Not a scratch on me.” He unzipped his jumpsuit and lifted up his shirt. To be fair, I attempted to heal him there before he died. I ran my hand up his shirt and onto his chest.

“Shit, your hands are cold,” he said. I felt his heartbeat. Good as new.

I laid my head on his shoulder, “what do we do now?”

He kissed me on the forehead, “you’ve covered in blood. Shower?”

I nodded. We stood up.

Nathan surveyed the scene, “what the fuck are we going to do about all this?”

I sighed, “I don’t know. I think there’s still a dead body in this building too. We’ll have to see if Simon sorted his shit, and then get everybody together. We’ve still got time to worry about that. I just want to ignore it for a minute.”

“Okay,” he said and looked back over all the blood and bit his lip. It was a lot of blood. It probably would’ve been a better idea to shower after cleaning up, but I needed something to forget everything if only for a moment.

——

I turned on the water in the shower and was thankful that it was hot. I sighed and closed my eyes as the water fell down my back. Nathan stood in front of me.

“You okay?” he asked.

“You asked me that earlier,” I responded without opening my eyes.

“Do you want me to help you get the blood off?” He asked. It wasn’t as bad as how it was on my jumpsuit, but some had gotten under my sleeves and into the legs of my jumpsuit. It also got on my face and all over my hands. Nathan had some on his face while the rest of it on him had miraculously disappeared.

I nodded, and he took my hand and started to scrub the blood off.

“I’m so sore,” I whined. I kept my eyes closed.

“I’m sorry,” he said with genuine remorse, “was I too rough with you?”

I shook my head, “you’re alright. It was just a weird position and then catching the mouse, and it’s just been… a hard last few days.”

“I just wanted to make you feel good,” he said as he scrubbed farther down my arm, “I really thought she was you, and we hadn’t done it like that in a while. I thought that’s what you wanted.”

I finally opened my eyes, “I just want you.”

“I want you too,” he said and washed some blood off the side of my face, “you’re… everything. And I don’t just do stuff for you for sex, yknow? I’d just about given up about it when you finally said yes.” He gave a small, sad smile.

“I don’t know if that’s true,” I said and smirked.

His face fell, “you don’t know if what’s not true?”

I felt a pang of anxiety, “about you giving up. I didn’t know if you knew how to give up.”

“Oh,” he said, “I love giving up. I’m notoriously lazy.”

I shook my head, “you’re somethin’.”

“No, but really,” he said as he started to wash my other arm, “I want to make you happy. I don’t want you to think you’re just a fanny to fuck.”

“I don’t think that,” I said, “it was just so scary when, you know, it wasn’t you, but I didn’t know that.”

He put his arms around me, “I know. She didn’t break up with me. She was just… really mean.”

I took a step back, “you were really mean to her.”

He shrugged, “I’d say I deserved it, but then she threw me on a pipe and killed me, so I think she got whatever she was goin’ for. It just felt so believable though. You were already upset, and I don’t have the best track record with girls, so I just thought oh there goes another one, I guess… I… you,” he paused, “you know what? Nevermind.”

He continued to wash himself.

“What?” I asked.

He shuffled his feet and looked at the ground and said softly, “you can tell me if you don’t cum. You don’t have to fake it.”

“What?!” I said again. I wasn’t angry. I was confused for the billionth time that week.

“You know your hand thing,” he said, “that first time, you exploded, and then it happened less and less.”

“Aw, baby,” I said with a pout of sympathy, “I’ve just gotten better at controlling my powers. You’re a great lover, I promise.”

“Yeah?” he said with a smile.

“Yeah,” I answered and kissed him. And kept kissing him. His hands flew to my breasts as we continued to snog. We washed each other and touched each other for a few more minutes.

“Oh,” Nathan said, lightly grabbing my arm, “missed a spot.” He washed some blood off of my inner forearm, over my tattoo, descending stars of various colors. There was a pale scar underneath them. Sometimes I even forgot it was there. I don’t think the injury was ever deep enough to kill me.

Nathan ran his thumb over it, “is that a scar? I never noticed it before.”

I nodded.

“Your tattoo covers it nicely,” he said, “it’s really pretty too.”

I nodded again, “thanks, I got it done in the city. It was really expensive, but with the scar, and me doing the first star myself, I needed someone to fix it.”

“I just got mine done round here,” Nathan responded.

“Yeah, I got my other ones done here,” I said and left it at that.

He pulled my wrist to his mouth and kissed it. I gave him a small smile.

I put my arms around him and laid my head on his chest as the water went down my back. He kissed me on the head and held me for a moment.

“I miss my cat,” I said, seemingly out of nowhere.

“That massive white one in your pictures?” he asked.

I nodded, “FatFat. He died of kidney failure when I was 18. I was always so sad and scared as a kid, and he’d always be there. I always miss him. And I got so used to you being there when I was scared and sad, I’d miss you, and it’d make me miss my cat. We should get a cat.”

“Do we have enough room for a cat?” he asked.

“We can make room,” I said.

“I don’t know,” he responded.

“If you die again, I’m adopting a cat, and there’s nothing you can do about it,” I said and poked him in the nose.

“Alright, deal,” he stuck his hand out, and I shook it. “If I die again,” he continued, “we can start our family.”

I lifted an eyebrow, “what?”

“You get a cat. Name him after me. And he will be my son,” he said, and I burst out laughing. “Though, I don’t think I have to die for that. Maybe just wait until we get a bigger flat, and the whole place won’t smell of litter box.”

I smiled widely, and he smiled back and kissed me on the forehead.

We finished washing off and turned off the shower. We got dressed and sat on a bench, away from the blood.

I sighed, “we should probably call the others… unless we want to clean up the blood all by ourselves.”

“Fuck no,” Nathan responded, “that bitch throwing me on a pipe was Barry’s fault anyway.”

I let out a breath, “it’d probably be a good idea to check on Simon too.”

We gathered the troops, cleaned up the blood, and decided to meet back up at 2am to dispose of the body. Apparently, Simon sorted things with Lucy, so at least that was one less thing to worry about.

The others went home while Nathan and I stayed in the community centre.

“Shit,” I said as I looked in the mirror, “I got blood on my face again.” Nathan was sitting on a bench with my bag next to him.

“Can you grab a makeup wipe out of my bag? They’re in the purple smaller bag in the big pocket,” I asked him.

He opened my bag and started moving shit around.

“You’ve got too much shit in here,” he said and lifted up the disc Simon had given me the day before, “like what the fuck is this?”

I shrugged, “something Simon gave me when we thought you were dead. I think it’s some kind of video.”

“Did you want to watch it?” He asked.

“Yeah, I guess,” I said.

He ended up giving me my bag when he couldn’t find anything.

After I sorted my face, we went to the office computer and put in the DVD. It was a cute little edited video of mainly videos of Nathan and a few of the both of us.

“That’s sweet,” I said when it ended with a little smile on my face.

I looked over at Nathan, and he looked less than impressed.

With his arms crossed and his feet on the desk, he said, “why’s he got videos of us kissin’?”

I shrugged, “I dunno. We kiss a lot.”

“Yeah, so?” he responded, “I don’t like that. Sure, whatever, I’ll try to be nice to him, but I don’t like he’s got videos of my girlfriend kissin’ on me with her cleavage out.”

“I don’t think it was meant to be like that,” I defended.

“I don’t care,” he said, “it’s weird.”

“They were mainly videos of you,” I responded.

“That’s fine,” he said, “he can wank over me, but you’re mine.”

“Oh, am I?” I replied with a smirk.

“Yep,” he said.

“What happened to ‘why should I care what she does with her mouth?’” I asked.

“That was purely hypothetical,” he said and then straightened up in his chair, “… is that something else I should apologize for?”

I shrugged, “nah, I don’t care.”

I took the rest of the time to try to get the blood off of jumpsuits and shoes.

Soon enough, we’d thrown a body into the lake, and soon enough after that, we’d finally returned home.

“This has been the longest day of my life,” I said as I collapsed into bed after I’d gotten undressed.

“For us,” Nathan said, “dumpin’ bodies and getting impaled is startin’ to feel like any other Thursday.”

Nathan crawled into bed behind me and pulled me into his arms.

After everything, I’d gotten so exhausted that I, thankfully, quickly, fell into a dreamless sleep.

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The Next Day

“Can you get me a chair, so I can reach the fucking top of this thing and finish painting this fucking wall?” I asked Nathan.

“Sure thing,” he said and walked down the hall.

I assessed the wall and decided we did an… okay job of trying to cover the mural.

Simon walked up to me.

“Mel?” he said.

I turned around, “yeah?”

“I’m er… I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by taking videos of you,” he said and messed with his hair, “I just like to… you know… document what’s around me. I didn’t… I didn’t mean anything by it.”

I honestly tried not to laugh, “‘s alright, mate.”

“Here’s that chair you wanted,” Nathan said as he approached us.

I grabbed it from him, and Simon walked somewhere else.

“The fuck’d you say to him?” I asked quietly.

Nathan gave a frown of indifference and shook his head, “nothin’.”

For some reason, I didn’t believe him.

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Attacked

Paring: Natasha Romanoff x male reader (Oc)

Warning(s): 16+, not checked, Tony’s bi???, strong language (fuck, hell), tease of ‘what could’ve been’ (I don’t know how to put it), and as always if I missed something please let me know

A/N: I’m a tad bit tipsy and inspired so let’s see, hehe 😉

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Tony was cardio down while Nate was working on combat with some training dummies.

“Kid Fury?” Tony called to his (kind-a) colleague who stripped his shirt in the middle of training.

“Anthony Edward?” Nathan replied while throwing his shirt to the side by seats. He stood straight with his hands on his hips.

Tony rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna let that pass- were you attacked by a bear?”

“A bear where the hell did you get that idea?” Nate threw him a look as his stroked the training dummy in front of him.

“Oh, just the fact that your arms and shoulders have zebra stripes.” Tony gestured to to Nate’s said body parts making the young Fury look at them.

“Damn it Nat.” He didn’t realize last night’s festivities left some evidence for memory.

Tony ducked his teeth and shook his head while walking up to his friend. “I warned you about those nails man.”

He did, I mean who would spend year being a playboy and not share his knowledge with the youngest (that weren’t so much younger)

“Fuck off Anthony, go on about your ‘simping for a woman allergic to strawberries’ day.” Nate grumbled as he got into position to strike the training dummy again.

“Says the one who makes puppy eyes at the woman of tried to kill him.” The ex-playboy fired back with a snort.

“Oh come on- we we’re on different sides of the table back then.” Nate threw his hands up with a shake of his head.

“Excuses, excuses!”

“Fuck you Stark.”

“Nope, only for Pepper.”

*aggravated sight*

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Fancy Restaurant | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’ verse (OC Kiss Week 2023)

An oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98

Word Count: 3,2k

Warnings: Strong language

a/n: Thank you for being so patient, I'm back with a little special treat for OC Kiss Week. This event is what jumpstarted Timeline Anomaly, and we're so grateful. It's our third time writing together for it, we hope you like our wholesome family fluff.

(Masterlist)

As much as the quad tried to keep their twins distracted without sitting in front of the TV all day, sometimes a screen was their only saviour. When the girls needed to work composing and the boys needed to do chores or talk to their agents about shoots... the telly was the best babysitter.

It was a very busy day and the kids were watching Bluey for the millionth time, particularly the Fancy Restaurant episode where the protagonists try to create a romantic night for their parents. Seeing that seemed to give Ellery an idea:

"Hey, Charlie, it's been a while since Mummy and Mama and Daddy and Dada went on a date..." she said, though it wasn't true. They were out on a date less than a week before this incident, but for a child, it must've felt like forever. "Maybe we should make them a romance night!"

Charlie gasped excitedly. "That's a great idea!" he exclaimed, craning his head to peer at their parents in the other room. "They definitely need some romance," he agreed, nodding.

Ellery took her brother's hand and they ran into the office where on one side the girls were writing lyrics and on the other, the boys were checking their emails.

"Hey, you lot!" Ellie called, getting everyone's attention.

"What's wrong, baby? Did you finish Bluey again?" Lydia asked.

"No, but we do think you need to smoochy kiss! It's been so long!"

"I gave your mums a smoochy kiss this mornin'," Nate chuckled. "It hasn't been long."

"No, I think Ellery's right, it feels like much too long!" Nats exclaimed, spinning his chair toward her. "I'm never opposed to some smooches."

"Tonight you're havin' a romantic dinner! No kids, just you and the romance," Ellie said as she climbed into his lap. "I mean, we'll be here, 'cause we gotta watch the kisses. But we won't be your children, we'll be the restaurant people!"

"Isn't it a bit worrying that our children want us to kiss for them to watch?" Lydia asked quietly. "Is this one of those moments we realize we messed up?"

"I feel like most kids think it's gross seein' their parents kiss," Win said, trying to remember how she felt when she was young.

"I don't think we messed up," Nats argued, wrapping his arms around Ellery's middle. "It just shows how normal we've made physical affection."

"I thought it was pretty gross..." Lydia mused. "But maybe Nats is right."

"Okay then, little monkeys, but no crazy meals, just make us sandwiches or somethin'," Nate pulled Charlie into his arms. "Y'don't want dada t'get sick like the dad at the end of that episode, right?"

"But sandwiches are not romantic!" Ellie protested.

"Anythin' can be romantic in the right company," Win said, reaching over to tickle her.

"Leave dinner to us, we promise it'll be good, y'just gotta be there," she assured. "I'll be the chef and Charlie will serve you! I'm better in the kitchen."

"But I wanna help in the kitchen too!" he cried, pouting.

"But you can't cook!" she argued.

"Your brother can cook if you show him how," Lydia said firmly. "Let him help you."

"Okaaay... I'm sorry."

"Yay! I promise I'll be helpful!" Charlie exclaimed, squirming in Nate's lap, too excited to get started.

"We'll get everything ready, you better be done with work by then!" Ellery warned, jumping from the chair after giving Nats a kiss. "Oh! And you have to pretend that's your first date."

"Sounds good, remember our first date?" Nate tried not to laugh. It was far from romantic, it was more like... desperate and horny.

"I think some of our most romantic dates took place in New York," Win said, sighing as she reminisced.

"Yeaaah... Camp, The View, Black Tap," Nate smiled to himself, it felt like it was yesterday.

"Mhmm, that sauna at the hotel," she added, giving him a meaningful look.

"The pool at the hotel..." he snorted. "We were so stoned."

"Stargazing on the rooftop is still one of my favorites," Lydia grinned.

"Yeah, we were," Win giggled. "Oh, that was a good one!" she agreed, reaching for her wife's hand and bringing it to her lips to press a kiss to her knuckles.

"Do you actually think we've been less romantic lately? With the kids and work and everything? We used to make love all over the house every day, now we make love in our room after the twins are asleep," Lydia frowned. "Nats and I that one time in the living room when they were in school, but I just couldn't do it with the Tinky-Winky staring at us."

"We have been more tired lately, juggling everythin' with work and the kids," Win sighed.

"Yeah, romance has been the furthest thing from my mind lately," Nats agreed, grimacing. "Maybe it'd be good t'let your parents watch th'kids for an afternoon so we can make up for that," he suggested, offering the girls a hopeful grin.

"We promised we'd never let that happen, where did my youth goooo?" Lydia cried, letting her head hit the desk in front of them.

"Don't worry, your folks can take the kids, my mum wanted t'take them next time she goes to Spain with Jeremy... We can still fuck all over the place," Nate took her hand. "Look in the mirror, you're still young, just the same as y'were when we first met."

"But I feel older," Win sighed, rubbing Lydia's back.

"I feel older too, we are like middle-aged," she muttered. "I just wish I could feel the way I felt back then. It's not the kids' fault, they are so amazing, it's us."

Nats shared a look with his twin. If only there was a way to make the girls feel young again...

"Tonight is a start," Nate murmured, rolling his chair closer to the girls. "But could Blossom take 'em for a weekend? We could get a room at that hotel from our first time in New York. We can go to the St. Cloud and Dubliner, all the places we went to back then."

"I can ask her, they miss Simone a lot."

"That sounds fun," Win cried, perking up.

"Coney Island, zoo... we can fuck at the Bryant like we used to," Lydia finally smiled.

"Sounds like a dream," Nats exclaimed, remembering the fond memories they had.

"I'll call Blossom in the morning... Her morning I mean," Lydia made her chair spin and laughed. "We're gonna have a blast."

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"What kind of sandwiches are we gunna make?" Charlie asked as he followed Ellery to the kitchen.

"I was thinkin' maybe roast beef and cheese for the main course and then nutella and marshmallow for dessert. We could get the fairy lights outside and make a beautiful table too," she suggested. "What do you think?"

"Yeah!" he cheered, jumping up and down, his little curls bouncing. "I wanna make the dessert sandwiches!"

"Okay, but remember to make them pretty, it's gotta be romantic," Ellery clapped, also pretty excited. "But we should set the table first, we don't want their dinner t'be cold."

Charlie nodded, his tongue slipping between his lips in his focus, looking much like his fathers as he worked to set the table just right.

Ellery placed the four plates and cups on the table, she thought about getting knives and forks, but she knew they would end up using their hands. "We'll turn the fairy lights on when they come out, you did a really good job."

"Aw, thank you!" he exclaimed, giggling as they rushed back to the kitchen to begin cooking.

"I'm sorry I said I was better, I think you're really good too," she said as she piled the slices of bread for the four sandwiches before passing the loaf to her brother so he could work on the dessert.

Charlie smiled. "Thank you Ellie," he said, setting the bread out and opening the jar of hazelnut chocolate spread. "You're the best sister."

"You're the best brother. You're the only one I have, but even if I had more, you'd still be the best," she nudged his arm before placing the bread with the cheese on the toaster oven and twisting the knob.

The little boy giggled, slathering the chocolate on the bread and grabbing a handful of marshmallows to throw on there before covering it with the other slice of bread. "I hope Mama, Dada, Mommy, and Daddy like our dinner. I hope it makes them feel romantic!"

Ellie nodded, getting the roast beef from the fridge. "I hope they hug and kiss and stuff. Maybe they'll wanna dance under the moonlight!"

"I hope so too!" Charlie agreed with a dreamy sigh. "I like it when they dance."

"D'you think one day we'll find people we kiss and dance with too?" Ellery wondered. "I wanted to marry daddy, but he's already married twice."

"Daddy's too old for you," Charles said matter of factly. "But I hope so... it looks like so much fun having someone to have romance with."

"Auntie Blossom says age should never get in the way of love, but I guess you're right," she took the four sandwiches and brought them to the table. "I wanna marry a man like daddy then. He's gonna have curly hair like me, green eyes, he'll be tall and silly- oh, can you get their drinks, Charlie?"

He nodded, hurrying to the kitchen with the cups and filling them before running back. In his haste, however, he tripped over the rug and fell, the cups going flying and the juice sloshing out all over the floor.

"Oh no!" he cried, more upset with himself than hurt. "It's ruined!"

"No! It's okay, Charlie," his sister said. The cups thankfully didn't break, she was able to cover them in a forcefield. They were still learning how to deal with their powers, but usually they worked in emergencies like that. "We just clean up the juice and I'll help you next time. You bring two cups and I bring the other two."

"Okay," he sniffled, rubbing at his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Everythin' okay out there?" Win called, hearing the commotion.

"Don't worry, everyone makes mistakes, at least nobody's hurt," Ellie set the glasses down and gave him a hug.

"Oh my God, are you hurt?" Lydia's eyes grew wide when she saw the puddle.

"No, I spilled the juice, so I'll get some more," the girl decided to take the blame, it was her fault for asking him to do it all on his own.

"I'm okay, Mummy," Charles said, dusting himself off. "I can clean this up," he murmured, before quickly throwing his hands up. "Wait! You can't come in here yet! It's almost ready!"

"Okay, okay, but if you need help just call us," Lydia pressed her lips to his little forehead before leaving the dining room to wait.

"Come here, Lollipop, it's not time for our reservation yet," Nate chuckled.

"Okay, Mummy!" Charlie exclaimed, squeezing his eyes shut as he focused on the puddle of juice. After a moment, it dissolved and when the little boy opened his eyes, it was completely gone. "It worked!" he cheered as Ellery returned with more juice.

"You're gettin' good at it!" she placed the glasses on the table. "Can you get the other two? I'll light up the fairy lights!"

Soon they had the dining room all set up and the lights turned down low for ambiance.

"Okay, shall we call them in here?" Charlie asked, practically bouncing on his toes in his excitement.

"Yes!" Ellery fixed her hair and cleared her throat. "Mr and Mr and Mrs and Mrs Young, your table is ready," she called.

"Right on time," Lydia giggled, using the power Win was letting her borrow to transform her oversized shirt into a green cocktail dress. "Thank you so much," she smiled when Nate pulled the chair for her.

"What a fancy restaurant!" Win exclaimed, changing her PJs into a tasteful little black dress as she followed the others in.

"Thank you, madam!" Charlie said, copying his father and pulling her chair out for her before Nats could.

"Why thank you, sir!" she said, fighting back a laugh at how grownup he was acting.

"We don't have a menu, but we're sure you'll like our special," Ellery said, gesturing to the sandwiches in front of them.

"Oooh it smells delicious, how did the chefs know what we like?" Nate asked.

"The chefs know everything... please enjoy your romantic evening."

"Thank yeh, chefs! Our compliments!" Nats grinned, sitting down across from Lydia and picking up his sandwich to take a giant bite. "Mmmm!" he exclaimed, taking with his mouth still full.

"They are so cute," Lydia watched as both kids hid in the backyard to observe them. "This is a very good first date."

"They are. Can't believe we raised such sweethearts," Win murmured, taking a drink from her cup.

"Sorry we've been slippin' with the romance lately," Nate breathed, also taking a bite. "Guess it's hard to stay the same after almost thirty years. Even if we married the most wonderful girls in the whole universe."

"Guess that's why people are always sayin' marriage takes work," Nats added.

"Yeah, it's easy when we're young and have nothing to do besides fucking and loving each other, it's hard to keep the same level of excitement after so long," Lydia mused as she chewed.

"But I still love you both the same way I did when we were young," Nate drawled.

"So do I, even more actually."

"Same," Win said, resting her hand over theirs.

"Course," Nats agreed.

"Look! They're holdin' hands!" Charlie exclaimed quietly, peering through the window.

"If we still have love, that's all we need. We can fix the rest," Lydia leaned against her wife.

"And they look pretty cozy!" Ellery giggled. "It worked! This is proper romantic!"

"I will always work for you three," Win agreed, smiling softly at each of her lovers. "I love you guys so much." Turning her head, she pressed a kiss to Lydia's cheek.

"It did work!" Charlie cheered, throwing his arms around his sister. "Look, Mama just kissed Mummy!"

"Yesss! Smoochy kiss!" Ellery joined, celebrating their victory.

"None of you dare to eat anything else until the kids are asleep, I know this isn't enough food, but it'll break their hearts," Lydia whispered. "I can make us some more after they're in bed."

"There are so many things I'd like t'eat when the kids go to bed..." Nate teased with a wink.

"We can have th'rest of our dinner in bed, followed by dessert," Nats agreed, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Sounds good t'me," Win laughed, leaning across the small table to steal a kiss from Nats and Nate.

"So, what'd you say, Lollipop?" Nate bit his lip, starting on his dessert sandwich. "Couple o'drinks too..."

"Sounds like a good time," Lydia leaned over to steal kisses from them as well, laughing when she heard their kids freaking out by the big glass door. "Seems they're happy."

"Looks like their little plan worked," Nats laughed, winking at the kids through the sliding glass door.

"The romantic dinner sure helps, but... I'll take any chance to kiss you lot," Lyddie admitted.

"Soooo, how was your dinner? Was it well romantic?" Charlie asked, bursting through the door, unable to wait any longer.

"It was all that and more!" Win assured him, lifting him into her lap. "You two did so well with dinner. We got a couple of chefs in th'makin'."

"I like to cook, but I wanna be a singing woman in theatre like mommy," Ellery laughed. "We are happy you're happy."

"You're both angels, we love you so much," Lydia got down on her knees to hug them. "But I think it's time for the little angels to get some sleep, isn't it?"

"No fair! We wanted t'see you dance in the moonlight!" she protested.

"Oh, y'want us t'dance, huh?" Nats mused, getting up to turn on some music. "We gotta give 'em what they want," he teased, pulling Lydia into his arms and swaying to the music.

"Just one song wouldn't hurt," Nate pulled Win closer as well. "Remember this song? From our wedding?"

"Mmm, so romantic," she drawled, resting her cheek against his shoulder as they danced.

"Yeah... but I believe you were dancing with Winnie and I was dancing with Sean," Lydia taunted, twirling before leaning against Nats' chest. "This is much better."

"Much better," Nats agreed, tightening his arms around her waist as they swayed. Charlie watched them, resting his chin in his hands.

"This dance is way cuter than the one from the video," Ellery said as the song ended.

"Which video, sweetheart?" Nate asked, lifting her in his arm so they could get ready for bed.

"The one of you dancin' at the party. Mummy was wearin' a purple dress and auntie Blossom too, but she was really young..."

"You watched the video of us dancing at Blossom's 18th?" Lydia yelped, that was definitely not a video for children.

Nats couldn't help but snort a laugh, despite trying to stifle it.

"No more videos of Mama, Dada, and Mommy and Daddy for you lot," Win said, lifting Charlie to carry him to the bedroom he and Ellie shared for the time being. They said they slept better when the other was in the room.

"If you wanna see our old videos, you gotta ask, okay?" Lydia asked, grabbing their little pajamas so they could get changed.

"Okay, I'm sorry, but it was really funny," Ellery laughed, trying not to yawn.

"One day when you're all grown up, we'll show you all our videos," Nate assured, putting her down. "Well, almost all of 'em."

"Yeah, definitely not all of 'em," Win said under her breath, handing Charlie over to Nats who tossed him into the air before letting him plop onto the bed, squealing with laughter.

"Thank you for tonight, princess," Nate tickled his daughter before helping her undress and put on her little pink nightshirt. "You and your brother are the best kids anyone has ever had."

"You're the best dada!" She grinned.

"If your brother has nightmares again, will you let him sleep with you?" Lydia asked quietly and Ellie nodded.

"I won't have nightmares tonight!" Charlie cried, affronted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"We know, baby, but just in case you do," Win explained, kissing the tip of his nose.

"I know you're brave and so strong," Lydia sat by him and took his hands. "You're the strongest little boy I know, but even the most courageous little boys have nightmares sometimes. Your sister could have nightmares. You'd let her sleep with you, right?"

Charlie looked thoughtful. "Yeah, I would," he answered after a moment.

"That's right, cause you're always there for each other and we're always there for you," Lyddie tucked him in. "If you both get scared you can knock on our door... just remember to actually knock first, okay?"

"We will," Ellery hugged her Bluey plushie. "Pinky promise."

"Good girl," Nats murmured, kissing her forehead.

"We love you both so much. Thank you for tonight darlings," Win said, blowing them each a kiss.

"Night night, my loves," Lydia waved, turning on the nightlight.

"Night night, Mummy," Ellie said, turning towards her brother when they closed the door. "They're definitely gonna do more kissin' now..."

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