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Henry’s Boyfriend
Nothing major, just my first published piece in testing the waters of the Zenryverse. As friends know, I write almost exclusively HD content for Charlotte and I am not a Suite Life person, but I do feel like I comprehend Zack as far as Nikki has interpreted him, so I hope I do both of them justice in this little tidbit that I whipped up. @zenryverse
The last time that Charlotte had agreed to bunk with a stranger for convenience purposes, she absolutely lived to regret it. Jasper’s ex girlfriend when he was still… doing that whole, finding himself thing and dating girls. The girl had tried to kill her, despite being pretty tight with Jasper. Sure, this was absolutely different, but Charlotte felt a little bit triggered every time Zack smiled and asked her if she needed anything. She would wait for the moment that he’d pull out a weapon and charged at her. It was ridiculous. She knew that, but that was what her mind decided to do to her with the anxiety of living in a new place with a stranger.
“Henry’s boyfriend,” was basically how she even knew this guy. Henry. “Master of being a good judge of character,” she thought sarcastically as she watched Zack cooking in their shared apartment, while she sat at the little table that was only big enough for the two of them, because that was all that they currently needed. He smiled at her from the other room - actually - there was only a threshold separating the kitchen from the “dining area,” which was a little corner of a room that she used for studying. Zack generally ate on the couch… the futon.
She forced a smile back at him and looked at her computer again. Charlotte had been accepted into Harvard and she had a full ride, but, there was some type of discrepancy in the dormitory applications and she wound up not having a place to stay by the beginning of the semester. A disaster, but something that she was quickly able to work around… Henry’s boyfriend offered her some space in his place. It was small, but he had an extra room that he could clear out for her and put a few things in storage. He generally used the room for his music creation and hobbies, but some of it could fit in his bedroom and he could rent out a storage space for the things he didn’t use as frequently.
She hated to put him out that way, but she had to have something very quickly, as the semester wasn’t going to wait for her to find an affordable place close enough to school, but she promised him that she’d be out of his hair as soon as fiscally possible. “No worries! Hen says you’ve literally saved his life more than a few times. You’re welcome wherever I’m at.” Right.
But, staying under the same roof with someone that she only knew through Henry, MILES away from the person that they knew each other through and for her, away from everything that she knew at all. She didn’t think she would get homesick, but being in close quarters with somebody that she didn’t know how to really interact with was more challenging than she’d figured it would be. The weather was very different, she didn’t know which eateries were the good ones yet. She had signed up for way too many classes to get her core curriculum out of the way, and she didn’t have any friends… after years of practically living with all of her friends. They were all doing their own things and their schedules were different enough that she couldn’t even schedule screen time with anybody but Schwoz, and half the time, he was running around after his new team of heroes.
The most conversation outside of classes she had were that Mika kid contacting her for advice, and these strained interactions with Henry’s boyfriend. He set a plate down next to the computer and she smiled up at him politely. He did keep her fed, so that was a plus. “There’s a farmer’s market I like to hit up, if you want to come with me this weekend,” he said, sitting across from her.
“Uhh…” she pulled up a holographic schedule and shook her head, “No can do, but thanks for the offer.” Zack’s eyes were studying the schedule with a smile in them. She nervously put it away and his eyes landed on her. She shrugged and said, “I use the tech from… you know… I made the schedule interactive, too.”
“Hen talks about how smart you are all the time. I mean, I knew, but it’s always kinda cool to see things for yourself… hey… you think that could work with sheet music?”
“Definitely,” she said. “I’m not that great at writing music, but I could make a program that made the holograph capable of recording the writing of music.”
He leaned back and folded his arms, smiling, “What you said was ‘not that great at writing music,” what I heard is that you write music?”
She laughed, “I mean, I can hardly call it that. I did learn to play a guitar fairly easily.” She huffed, just thinking about it, “Ray made me and Jasper learn instruments so that we could be his band. The idea was that we’d be on the scene of places to play his soundtrack during battles…”
Zack laughed and shook his head. “That’s… not a terrible idea.”
“It’s very narcissistic though.”
“I’ve heard he’s full of that. I relate… slightly.” He glanced at her untouched plate and that was her cue. Charlotte pushed her laptop aside. Dinner smelled delicious. She tried a little and saw as he lit up when he watched the obvious satisfaction on her face. “Is it okay?” He asked, knowing the answer.
“So, so good!” She commented, before forking herself another mouthful. “Thanks, for cooking dinner.” She managed, between chews.
“You were going pretty heavy on those instant noodle thingies. Figured you could use an actual meal, since you’ve got like daily classes. Why do you have daily classes?”
She held a finger up as she finished chewing, then admitted, “I thought because I was coming right out of school, full days scheduled, that I could go right back in all the same… and I can, but… I didn’t prepare for some of the extras.”
“Like eating?” he asked, incredulously. She shrugged. “How is that an extra?”
She chuckled, then thought for a moment, before pulling her schedule back up, hovering above the table, “When are you going to the farmer’s market?”
“Saturday, around 1.”
“Lock in schedule,” she said and Zack watched the lights of the time switch around as she gave other commands to make room for the visit. “There. I can go.” He held out his fist towards her and she shook her head, “I’m sorry I don’t fist bump while eating.”
“Fair enough.”
She returned to her studying while she ate. Zack eventually took their dishes away to wash as she stayed there for the rest of the night, ignoring her reminder to go to bed until everything else in the apartment was silent and she knew that if Zack had already gone to sleep, she was surely up far too late for her own good. Whenever she collected her things to duck into her room, she heard him talking softly and held her ear close to his bedroom door.
“Of course, I’m taking good care of her. I don’t know if she’s really taking the best care of herself though…”
She left him to his privacy. Probably talking to Henry. She checked her phone. Henry had tried to call her a few times within the past couple of hours. She suspected that he must’ve had some free time and presumed she’d be winding down or something. She glanced at Zack’s door and knocked twice, “Goodnight, Zack,” she called.
“Oh, there she is!” she heard him say. “She just told me goodnight. I could give her the phone… okay… nevermind then.” And after Henry must’ve said a little more, Zack called back, “Night!”
Henry had warned him not to get in her way if she was sleepy or hungry. He knew she wasn’t hungry, but if she was sleepy, he didn’t want friction. Henry knew her best, after all. He heard her bedroom door open and shut and talked a little longer to Henry before nodding off to sleep on the phone.
Charlotte noticed after getting out of the shower that Henry had texted her his warnings to Zack with a wink emoji, prayer hands and a heart, with the note: Last thing I need is you murdering my man.
She rolled her eyes and simply texted back: Goodnight, Idiot. He could hear the smile in her voice when he read it. He was glad two of his favorite people were in the same place when he couldn’t be with either of them, but dang. He missed them. Figuring things out without Charlotte around for a change had been one of the biggest challenges of his life. He wondered sometimes if things were just as hard for her, but she was Charlotte, so.. Not likely.
Charlotte laid in bed, playing some lo fi music from her phone trying to sleep. She wondered if Henry was having as hard of a time as she was… Nah. He still had Swellview. She picked up her phone to tell him that she missed him, but decided against it. He still had Swellview and he had Zack, and he had a new situation to settle into without her. “I miss you, Henry,” she said to herself and set her phone back down, willing herself to try to get some sleep while she still had a little time.
#Zenryverse#Nesha in Zenryverse#NIZ Take 1#Henry Danger#Suite Life#Zack Martin#Charlotte Page#Fics#Henry Hart#Dangerverse AU#Nesha Fics#zackmartin#Chack
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You Made It
This is for me and @sleepyfangirl18 and nobody else, though y'all welcome to tag along, if y'all ain't got nothing else to be doing. Yes, I did cut into my hiatus for this. Lmao.
Picture this. It is 20 years after the Freddy VS Jason showdown. I say that, because its almost been that long and I don't wanna try to remember society from 10 years ago or whatever. I’m bout the same age as the characters and actors so I’m okay with writing via our timeline. Off topic. Back on...
Kia Waterson rolls into her 20 year class reunion at Springwood High School, wheelchair bound, but looking divine, because she IS Kelly Rowland, after all, and she’s alone, and nervous, but curious, because she hasn’t been here in a very long time.
She sees the memorial whenever she first arrives. There is one at the front of the school, shadowed in lies, of course. The town went back to hiding Freddy. She didn’t blame them. Nothing like that needed to happen again. The town didn’t even name drop Jason, either. Why tempt fate?
The Crystal Lake Copycat Killer was unfortunately blamed on an “obsessed” cop who wanted to build a name for himself in the town. That made her sick. Deputy Stubbs was the only adult that had been willing to try to help them out, and he’d died a hero. She did know that there were several survivors who were united in efforts to clear his name, including her former best friend, Lori and Charlie Linderman... who... she hadn’t spoken to in a long time.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to speak to him. She spent several years in a coma in Crystal Lake, woke up and spent a while with amnesia, as well as muscular atrophy and irreversible back injuries from her attack. She had scars across her back that reminded her of branches, which was a little funny to her, considering that the injuries had come from impact with a tree. She had one scar across her front, from a machete slash. Hearing about her injuries with her amnesia, she did not know how one would survive such an attack... or why a high school teenager would be subjected to one.
Luckily for her, Crystal Lake had some state of the art resources, due to a long running series of unfortunate attacks... Jason attacks... they tried to have specialists on hand for such incidents, and while it had been many years, they, much like Springwood, always wanted to remain prepared for a possible return. She spent years recovering, and getting accustomed to living in Crystal Lake as a disabled young lady.
It was actually nice. Aside from what she knew from reports had happened to her, and the pain of trying to recover her body while her mind was still not returned, the place was actually beautiful and the people were nice enough. There were even support groups for survivors, though she unfortunately was way younger than the last remaining ones and the ones that were still around always watched her with bated breath, like she was a sign that he wasn’t gone, like they had dared to hope. She was a sign that he could still return.
To some of the others, she had been one of the ones who “brought him back.”
She got visits from her family. She fortunately remembered them, though she couldn’t remember anything surrounding the events that happened in 2003 yet. She was surprised to see Will show up with Lori. They had all been warned that she didn’t remember the events, so she didn’t know about that. She was even more surprised to see Linderman. “Now wait..." she had said, with a chuckle, “How do we know each other?”
She knew of the kid. He was a nerd. They weren’t friends. He wanted to bone Lori. That was all that she knew about him. Now, he was visiting, with her best friend and her family? He gave her a sad smile squatted to be eye to eye with her, “You saved my life,” he said, and touched her hand. She felt something shoot through her body. An electricity. It was like... waking up out of a coma, but she was already awake. She had flashes, images of him, bleeding out, dying, and then images of herself, face to face with... it was blank. She was face to face with someone... but when she turned around, Jason was there and she felt the impact of his blade in that moment and she screamed.
“Jesus, Linderman, what did you do?” Lori asked. The man fell backwards and scrambled to his feet as they tried to calm her down. She was frantically panicking about Jason. Jason was going to kill her friends. Oh no, Linderman. She was supposed to come back for him!
That was the only time she had seen him in person since she woke up, and she spent another couple of years trying to reconcile with her returned memories. It was just... a lot. But, social media had made big moves. It wasn’t like that when she was in high school. Now, there were many options and several functions of them. She received friend requests and follow requests from people from Springwood. Charlie Linderman had been one of them.
She waited a long time to accept. She wasn’t sure how to feel about him or about speaking to him. Would it cause her to have another episode? Would it make her guilty or sad? She lived her life a little bit longer. The 10 year anniversary rolled around and she declined going. She hadn’t even graduated from Springwood, and whenever she worked towards her GED, she found that the survivors didn’t have to graduate. They would merely be given their diplomas. She didn’t want the handout, but knew it was at her parents’ house if she ever needed it.
They didn’t want her to come back into town. They were worried it would be too overwhelming. Lori wanted her to at least visit, and thought the reunion could be a perfect time to do so. But, she wasn’t with it, and Lori respected that. “Let me know when they make a Real Housewives of Springwood and maybe I’ll come through,” she joked.
Linderman sent her a message. Despite not being one of her friends, she knew that their history was something that linked them forever. “Hey. Are you coming to the reunion?” He’d asked.
“No.” There was truly no need for her to go into detail, not with him.
“We’ll miss you... Sorry if I’m being pushy. I’ll leave you alone.”
She stared at the message for a while before going to find the very old request and finally accepting it. It was the only one that she let sit there. Others that she didn’t want to accept, she deleted. But, it had been even longer since she saw Linderman than it had been between the last time she’d seen him when she had her meltdown. She felt like opening the doorway was in order.
“Thank you for accepting that.” he messaged. She replied with one of those emoticon things, but she put the smiling blushing one instead of the smiling one. Oh well. A smile is a smile...
But, Linderman stared at the response everyday, wondering if she meant to send it, but being too nervous to bring it up. She’d just accepted a friendship that he extended years ago. She might not even consider him someone worth having any dealings outside of the computer. But. He had thought about her every day for all of these years.
Did she remember the soft, sweet parts? Or only seeing him presumably die and then being killed before waking up a stranger to her own body? Did she remember dancing with him in the cornfield? Did she remember the way that she was able to make him smile, a miracle, all things considered with how they started their night out? Had her insides tingled when she pressed her body against his, like his had? They didn’t get a chance to get that far into things. There was never enough time with what was happening then.
Sitting in the van, smoking pot and trying to explain what they had just seen when they first saw Jason - still to this day Charlie’s number one fear. He had nightmares about him. About seeing HIM butcher his classmates. About seeing him swat Kia. About taking a stand against a monster, to protect a princess, and falling by his hand.
But, that was where his dreams detoured from the real life nightmare. In his dreams, they were okay. In his dreams, it really was just a scratch and he didn’t watch her walk away while he bled to death. Well.. he didn’t bleed to death here either. Fortunately, he had been found by patrol. They were able to get him to a facility. They were surprised to see that there was literally a seemingly supernatural fight happening, but scoured the woods for others. They found Kia, too. She was in much worse shape, though Charlie wouldn’t learn that for days.
When he woke up in the facility, they already were filling him in on disclaimers, NDAs, classified incidents, etc. They were trying to get him to agree to all sorts of things before even being allowed to contact his parents, but he was soon reminded of something far more important. “Where’s Kia?” He asked. They looked confused. “Black girl, beautiful, built like a goddess... red.. red streaks in her hair?” Now, they knew and he didn’t like the expressions they wore. They didn’t have good news. he didn’t want to hear their news. “I want to see her.” If she was dead, he had to see her face, to touch her hand, to verify, for himself, with his own eyes that she was gone.
He was too weak. They rolled him to another room, on a stretcher and let him view her through the window. He tried to get up, but couldn’t. They assisted him into a wheelchair and pushed him into the room. “She’s alive,” he said, and let tears of relief fall as he reached for her hand.
“Barely. She didn’t lose as much blood as you did, but she suffered far more damage from blunt force trauma...” Her back was shattered. Organs were in distress, head trauma, lacerations...
“She’s gonna make it. She’s the strongest person I’ve ever met,” he said and squeezed her hand. He thought he felt her squeeze his back, but over the years convinced himself it was likely wishful thinking.
And then he just... yearned for her every day. He saw her each day he was in the facility, recovering. After he had signed all of the paperwork and been released, he visited her in the coma for a year before his parents finally convinced him to try to move on with his life and go to college.
He always sent cards and flowers for special events, hoping that someday she would know, hoping that even in her state, she might be aware. He was the second person that her parents called, after Lori, whenever she woke up. At the time, he was beginning to work on his master’s degree, and they did warn that she had amnesia. It didn’t seem helpful for him to rush to Crystal Lake to see her. Besides, he was at the University of Pennsylvania. Jersey was only a couple of hours away if he ever had an inkling...
He often had an inkling. He would drive to Crystal Lake during his free time, then chicken out of actually going to see her. It wasn’t until Lori told him that she and Will were making their way with the Watersons to visit that he mustered up the courage to actually see her. Aaaaaaaaannnd... That did not go very well. He didn’t want to scar her.
It also put some things into perspective. He had been dreaming about the Kia that he remembered. He had been dreaming about her kissing him before potentially never seeing him again. He had been dreaming about a girl he was willing to die for, a girl who cried for him and helped him move out of danger’s way. A girl who placed him safely, to be rescued, and went back to battle monsters. This woman in front of him was a different person, and she didn’t know him.
He thought about letting go. Obviously, he was no good for her. He needed to focus on school and focus on moving on. She most likely would. And, for the most part, Charlie Linderman did move on. He dated, a little bit. It never became serious enough to get fully emersed in. In fact, a lot of things holding him back from truly bonding, that he thought were because of the trauma of being hunted and nearly killed by a masked murderer, he eventually wondered if they weren’t because he still wanted the girl that he fell for while being chased through a corn field.
The girl who pulled him away from his crush to dance and didn’t say something awful to get back at him for standing up to her earlier in the night. A girl who... he saw a little differently, now that she was smiling at him and not tearing him down. Who... underneath all that makeup was somebody willing to die for her friends.
“How the fuck do you get over somebody like that?” He’d asked Lori, on the phone.
“I don’t know. I never got over Will.”
“That was different. He was actually your boyfriend. The two of you were in love. Am I trauma bonded to her? If so, why am I over you? Why am I not this connected to Will? We were all there...”
“I think you can be trauma bonded to somebody and in love with them and I think... Kia was always somebody to love. That’s why she was my best friend and why it hurt me to see her fall. She’s this way because she distracted him to let me and Will get away. It takes a special type of person to do something like that.. and you’re smart. You know that she’s special.”
“She doesn’t want me. If I’m so smart, why don’t I let go?”
“I didn’t want you either,” Lori reminded him.
“That was different.”
“Yeah, but maybe that’s just how you are. Maybe you like people who are unavailable...”
“I liked her before she was unavailable!”
“Linderman... That was years ago. We were kids. Today, maybe you need a therapist. I found a very good one through the Crystal Lake and Springwood accords that the... situation brought about.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll.. look into that.”
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They were casual online, sometimes flirting in comments, usually being cordial in passing. She loved most of his posts about his accomplishments. Most of her posts were her trying new looks and really gaining interest as a “disabled model,” although she was not getting paid, so she could hardly consider herself a model. He loved all of her posts. Every one of them. Even those as simple as, “Found a new shoe brand I love.”
They didn’t message each other a lot, as she realized when she once again got the message “Hey. Are you coming to the reunion?” and realized that she had the same one 10 years before and the interactions had been minimal between that one and this one.
Last time her answer was no. This time, “Maybe.”
He sent her back the blushing smile emoji and her heart spiked. She knew then that the answer was yes, but she didn’t want to say, just in case. It was a little bit of a journey to get from New Jersey to Ohio, and sometimes, she just didn’t have the energy after a trip to do anything for a couple of days. Maybe if she planned ahead and went to her parents some days before the event, she could make it there with a good mood and rested.
.
By the time that she made it there, she felt more nervous than anything else. Time had passed and feelings that she thought were gone had resurfaced, fears that she had repressed had been recovered, and insecurities that she thought were dead and gone had been dug up.
Lori and Will would be there in a little bit. Apparently, there was some type of issue with the babysitter cancelling and them trying to find one at the last minute, only for Kia to suggest that they, “Bring them babies to my mama to get loved on.” They were not babies. They were full grown kids, but Kia’s family was from the South, and she still had an accent lingering, despite having been in Ohio since she was 10 and Jersey since she was 18.
Her mother agreed to keep the kids, always happy to see Lori’s considering that not only did Kia not have any, but didn’t seem the least bit interested in ever doing so. Kia never wanted kids. There was something that never sat right with her about her body belonging to some other person for months, being repurposed and out of control, to bring forth life in a most painful way and possibly lose her perfectly formed body? She didn’t like it before the attack. Now, she sort of didn’t hate the idea, but she also hadn’t made much time for the possibility.
Something about rediscovering the knowledge of Freddy made kids seem like a horror show for her. Plus, she had Lori’s kids to love on and they considered her their Glamorous Aunt.
So, she rolled into the building alone and realized that she didn’t even remember most of the people on her friends list that might be here tonight. But. If ever there was someone that she did remember, it was him. He was looking at her from the moment she arrived, contemplating whether he would approach her or give her space. She seemed to be rolling his way, so he met her, trying to hide his excitement, though hers seemed to grow the closer that she came to him. “You made it!” He cheered.
She smiled, “I told your ass that I was coming back for you...”
A feeling that she couldn’t read washed over him and crouched to be closer to her face, “You came back here for me?” But she only responded by reaching for his shirt and pulling his face closer so that she could kiss him properly this time. Without the potential of death, or the self consciousness of people knowing, or the anxiety of uncertainty. Nobody knew what the next chapter would be, but one thing that both of them were sure of this time - nobody would be left behind.
#Nesha Fics#You Made It#Kia Waterson#Kia Waterson AU#Kia x Linderman#Charlie Linderman#Freddy VS Jason#sleepyfangirl18#Nesha Watches#Nesha Rewatches#Nesha Rewatches Freddy VS Jason#slashers imagine#sorta#survivor stories#horror movies#ships#wheelchairs#trauma
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Sometimes, people have been there, but it takes you a moment to notice them..
#People Watching#AU Infinity Train#Nesha Fanfiction#Infinity Train Fanfiction#Infinity Train#Stalker AU#People Watching Sideblog#Fics#Chapter 1: The Urban Market
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Five years without a hint, without a sign. A long search nears its end and the rescue attempt can begin.
I am... not used to writing Nesha and Lana, gonna start off with that. I think Nesha has like... middle of the road development as a character for my mains and also her speech patterns that I decided on are an ENDLESS regret because I'm used to shortening words and not writing out things in full. But it sounds more formal to me and works as a VERY nice contrast to Saris!
Anyway, woo! First thing finished and posted in nearly a year! I think. Last I checked. I have a bunch of WIPs that are slowly finally getting finished in the oneshot collection. Some are connected to other things I haven't started yet but have ideas for so those'll take a bit longer.
Actual relevant to fic notes! I decided given how strong I want to make Nesha and Saris' Force Bond that it was gonna end up as a Dyad instead. And definitely just trying to break the idea I've seen that its Force-assigned soulmates because while I do love a good soulmate fic (it is my WEAKNESS) I do hate the idea that a bond of that level has to be inherently romantic. (Please keep up the soulbond Dyad fics though there's some really good ones out there!)
Slowly exploring the five year timeskip stuff too because I definitely have ideas for what all my idiots are doing during that!
Title is a homage to Saris' D&D counterpart where during the Rebellion-era (As a completely different character) he's in a group protecting Force-users called "The Guardians of Lost Lights" as "Seeker of the Lost Stars." (Just Seeker for short.) Nesha and Sirul the Zeltron (joke from last session that I thought was funny as hell!) are there too under the codenames "Finder" and "Speaker" (Shorthand).
...Okay I am REALLY rambley in the notes tonight go ahead and read! Tl;dr, I have a shitton of thoughts about these characters! :'D
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all this zenryverse stuff is GREAT i love reading it!! not only is it cool and inventive but it’s sorta resulted in indirect inspiration/motivation for my “definitely not henry danger” screenplay i told you about. generally THANK YOU FOR BEING THE CEO OF ZENRY and thank you to everyone else involved :) i’ll contribute something eventually but fic ideas are few and far between nowadays -ry
hey, Ry, do you wanna see me cry??? Is that what's happening here????
I can't take the credit for that last one shot that was ALL Nesha, i just had a really vague idea of Zack and Char being friends and she took it and made it GOD!!! TIER!!! So, credit where credit is due. I love that you're inspired, though! (I promise I'm getting to your Discord stuff, my brain is just being slow and taking a few days to catch up on asks and DMs).
I know I told you this already but I'm gonna say it again, you inspired me a while back with that AU you sent to the zenryverse blog (at that point it still had the DoD url) and to this day, it's the only AU where I have every single chapter outlined so!! I owe you a huge thanks too!
but, this is so sweet and I appreciate more than you'll ever know
Also, you know there's never any pressure to contribute anyway, but it's not like I can throw stones considering it's been at least two years since I posted anything new alskdjf
#asks#ryker tag#i have ideas but actually writing them out???? too much work lol#but anyway#like I was starting to feel annoying with all the zenry stuff#cause it felt like everyone kinda moved on#so this has just been like. like I'm having a BLAST right now lmao
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“I Like You”
for @hournites
He seemed like he had something to say, but she didn’t want to push. Everything was changing, all of the time. (She might have to just get used to things changing on her). Beth Chapel loved stability. She loved routine. She loved plans. She loved knowing what to expect, or getting as close to that as knowledgeably possible. But, she could never tell what ideas were at play behind those brown eyes. Sometimes, she thought that she might.
Whenever they made eye contact and they smiled softly at each other. He might accompany it with a small chuckle or twiddle his thumbs. He might bat his beautiful eyelashes a little, maybe turn away, maybe look at her more intently… Any of those things, she never knows exactly what he’s thinking when he looks at her like that.
She knows what she is thinking in those moments. She knows what she’s wondering. Why does he have to look at me like that? Doesn’t he know how weak it makes me? Doesn’t he realize how much I want to be closer to him, to move into his personal space, to reach out and touch him, when he looks at me like that?
“Hey,” she said. Rick looked up from the journal that she had gotten him and there it was. One of those warm smiles. He looked like he was waiting on her to say more, but didn’t he know that she was momentarily speechless because of the way that his eyes seemed to be collecting every single detail they could, from her appearance, into her very soul? She cleared her throat, “Umm… Wanted to check in on you and see how things are going.”
Rick’s eyes lingered a little longer and she basked in this. Beth was never one to be uncomfortable with someone looking at her, especially not Rick, and over time, she actually became not only expectant of having it, but she loved the feeling. “Things are… going,” he said. He set his pen down and began to twiddle those thumbs as he continued to stare back at her. “What about you? You haven’t called with anything since…” He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at his thumbs.
Beth joined him at the table and he returned his attention to her face. “I’ve been trying to give you some space. Honestly, after everything that’s happened, I’d say that you’ve had the worst time of it… Well… I guess Courtney having a demon literally fling himself down her throat is worse, but after that though… your… happenings.”
He shrugged his shoulders, “I’ll be okay.”
“I know, but what about right now?”
“Right now, I’m good.” he shrugged again, this time deeper. “You’re here. That’s always a plus. I thought maybe you were too busy with your new fan club for me.”
“My new…?” She realized that he was chuckling. “You mean my parents. Oh my God! I do love being able to say, “I’ve gotta do hero things,” but honestly… They are doing too much.”
“Too much? For you? No such thing.”
He said it jokingly, but his eyes seemed to convey something else.
That’s it. Whatever he’s thinking and whatever he means, she’s not going to let that deter her. She’s been coming out on top of everything, of everything that she’s had to face lately, and those were all terrifying and horrible things. This was a lovely thing. A sweet, lovely, warm thing and even if he told her not to hold her breath, that couldn’t be any more scary than facing Eclipso and wouldn’t be any more painful than seeing her parents think that she hated them. “I like you,” she said, with a big smile.
For a moment, he looked shocked, then confused. He didn’t know what she meant by that and was likely going to rationalize that it was simply one of Beth’s casually generous facts. “I like you in a ‘liking a boy’ way,” she clarified.
His lip dropped and he stared at her. She blew out a breath of air, set her hands on the table, flat, all business like. “I know that you have a lot going on and don’t have the time to really address something like this, but I’ve been really making my “Most Likely to Succeed” nomination matter this summer and so I wanted to tell you. I. Like. You.”
“I… I like you too.”
“In a ‘liking a girl’ way?” Beth asked, the excitement of already knowing the answer glowing through her smile.
“Maybe even more than that.”
She squealed. “This is quickly becoming the best summer.”
“You… want to go for a ride or something?” he wondered, suddenly much more shy than he’s ever felt before.
“I would love to!”
#hournites#Nesha Hournite Fics#hournite fics#Nesha Prompts#hournite prompts#I Like You#Beth Chapel#Rick Tyler#Beth x Rick#Stargirl Fanfiction#stargirl spoilers#fluff
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XIV. A New Destiny
The army that had come with Amelia were all captured and imprisoned for the time being. Lucy would have to assess them with the staff, to know what type of sentencing they deserved, and she was quite busy just trying to get the kingdom to understand that the crown had skipped over Grace, someone who they planned on being their next queen for at least 18 years. It was a HARD realization for folks that not only did the King and Queen die in battle, but even the Princess was not going to be on the throne. And what would they do for a King? Lucy had not been attached to a soul mate. The girl barely made friends!
“I don’t know,” Grace said, “but everyone will figure it out, I’m sure.”
She had been tasked to visit the Institution, to rescue any children there, bring in any adults and take the structure down.
On this mission, Simon discovered his worst fear had come true. “I don’t have my power,” he said, after everyone was safely removed. “I’ve toppled mass communities within minutes, but I can’t do anything about this…”
Grace frowned and said, “Walk me through it. Maybe, this structure is protected by magic that we didn’t sense.” With Simon’s instructions of how to perform the spell, Grace made the entire school and all of the annex buildings crumble to piles of dust. She looked at Simon, sadly. “You didn’t need magic like that, anyway. That felt gross.” She shivered, but he knew that didn’t feel gross. It felt amazing. It always had. It filled your core with the peak of your magic and then for several moments, it rushed through your blood, invigorating every part of you.
She assisted Lucy with things that the girl couldn’t do herself, despite the fact that there was a legion of others, waiting to be of help to the new queen. Simon perused Grace’s collection of magic books to figure out if he would be able to do her type of magic, or if this was his punishment - to never wield it again.
He was laying in her bed, on his belly when a boy, about his age, maybe slightly younger, with pink hair stepped in, but didn’t say anything.
Simon’s eyes lifted from the page and he sat up, and stared at the boy. The boy dipped his head, very politely, and still said nothing.
Simon and he stared at each other for a moment longer, before Simon asked, “What is it that I need to do in order to get you to do whatever it is that you need to do?” The boy smiled slightly and flicked his fingers, which turned to a page. “Summon your Familiar…” He furrowed his eyebrows, “My familiar is dead. Punished for my crimes.” But, he still read the instructions. Grace interrupted whenever she entered the chambers and the boy swiftly transformed into a white crane with pink accents, which flew to her and perched on her arm.
“Was… was that your familiar?” Simon asked.
“This is my familiar,” she corrected him. “Have you summoned yours yet?”
Simon frowned and shuffled on the bed to put the book in his lap. “I don’t understand. How can I summon her when she’s been destroyed?”
“Oh, Simon… Not her specifically. It’s not really like that. But, you are naturally magic. You should be able to call upon a familiar. I don’t think The One would take even THAT away from you…” But, she wasn’t sure. Her crane settled in her lap and she stroked his feathers. “Sorry that you didn’t get to meet him sooner. He had to feel like he could trust you first. A good witch never tries to force their familiar. They ask them for their help and if they’ve treated them well, their familiar is not likely to deny them.”
Simon read the spell and said, “I don’t know where I would find these items.”
“The Royal Apothecary literally has everything but the blood of my enemies.” He flinched when she mentioned that. He used to do QUITE a bit of work with that. He now had what appeared to be a birthmark of the symbol he used to wear drawn in it on his face. It was a stain that he had to remember any time he looked into a mirror. She handed him a scroll. "Here. Make a list and go get it. It'll be nice for you to get out."
He didn't think so, but he had nothing else to do. His entire life had been turned around. Grace was handling the sudden changes much better than him. Maybe a familiar could help… do… something.
The girl with the broom gasped whenever she saw him and it occurred to him that everyone only knew about the mark on his head from reports of conductor attacks.
"I'm Simon," he started and she sighed,.with relief. Introductions usually went one of two ways. Either the person wound up MORE terrified, having heard rumors of his past, or they relaxed, thinking that the Queen surely would have handled him if he were still "tainted." "I'm trying to find some items."
The girl reached for the list and whenever.she saw the symbol on his hand, she stared at it, worried. "It's the only one I've got," he promised.
She nodded. She went to a spot behind the counter and pulled out a basket full of items. She hadn't collected them or searched. She just had them in there. "Here it is," she said, and set the list on top. Whenever something was checked off on the list, it glowed green in the basket, until Simon saw that indeed, she already had a basket with all of his needs.
"Do you frequently get people coming for a summoning kit?"
She thought for a moment before saying, "I am a familiar. I know when someone seeks one." He looked at her small frame and miniature afro. She looked like a little girl, but the jewelry that she wore, alone, radiated more power than Simon could even stand to sniff out.
"Who's familiar are you?" He wondered.
"I belong to House Monroe. I've been with the family since this kingdom began."
"You're old!"
"Yes. Spirits have a longer existence. We are allowed to split our time between various forms. You know what that is like, in a way." Her eyes returned to his hand.
"Have you seen this before? On someone else?" He wondered.
"No. But I've heard about it. There was one, long before I existed, and there is nothing to state that it was like this one at all, but the message is the same. "Do not kill him. His debt is for The One."
"What did that guy do?" Simon wondered out of curiosity.
"Committed the first act of murder against his own brother."
"Wait. He only killed one dude and he had to go through…" he whispered the last word, "This?"
"That's how the story goes. I wasn't there. It may simply be one of a long list of fables. Or maybe someday, people will speak of the last of the Laurents in similar confusion."
"Last of… I mean… I'll be able to have children. I won't be the last… wait. You meant… because I still will be here when they're gone. I'll outlive the others."
She blinked sadly. "Do you need help, with your spell?"
"Yes!" He was desperate to change the subject and grateful that she knew that. After helping him with the magic, a mist came out of the cauldron and it formed into the shape of an old woman. Samantha. "Samantha!" He cheered. She stared at him, confused.
"That is not her name," the Monroe familiar said.
The spirit in the mist asked, "Who seeks my help?"
He cleared his throat and announced, "I am Simon Laurent. The last of the Laurents…" the mist evaporated and Simon blinked.
"She declined," the familiar said. "You're known as a murderer of magical beings and an enslaver of souls."
"But, I'm not dangerous anymore. I can't even do magic."
She giggled and it was the most childlike she had sounded. "Of course you can. You have some of the most powerful magic I've ever encountered."
"I'd love to know what it is or how to use it." She took his arm and led him to a mirror. The mirror was not doing what he was doing… "What is that?"
"That is your reflection."
"No. My reflection does what I do. It has to. It's reflecting the image in front of it. AND! It looks like old me."
"Is there much of a difference?" The mirror asked.
"If you were me, you'd KNOW that!"
The reflection smirked and he said, "Here is the thing. I have been with you up until now. I know you in a way that you could never look at yourself to see. We love and loathe the same things. You make mistakes and we feel the same brutal consequences."
Simon frowned. "Aside from the curse of living for however long, do I have magic?"
"Yes. Though. I suppose that you would want to call it something else. It's still magic, to be sure, but it's inverted. So, counter magic or anti magic could be applicable. What I can tell you for sure is that it is going to work very different from the magic you had before. Hence why you got this gift." The reflection pointed to his hand, which had the infinity symbol on it."
"Gift," Simon repeated.
"This will help you to come back in the event that the counter magic takes too much from you to fulfill the attempts." He smiled, "Also, I spoke to everyone and I'm basically the only line of communication you'll have with the spirit world. So… I'm the closest you get to a familiar. Lucky for you… I'm as powerful in inverted magic as you were in what you did."
Simon turned to the Monroe familiar and she offered him a smile. "I've got just the thing for this." When she vanished, Simon stared at his reflection. It was covered in runes, still. With his hair hanging down, checking his fingernails.
"What did you mean when you said that the counter magic takes from me?"
Mirror Simon frowned, "Which words are confusing to you?" They glared at each other a moment, then the reflection scoffed. "You spent years stealing the energy from others to fuel your magic, but you'll spend the rest of your existence drawing it from yourself. That's why you had to visit the other planes and know every version of yourself. You will have to draw from that. You will have to pay back what you stole, no matter how long it takes, no matter how many versions of yourself have to fall."
"And you'll.. guide me through that?"
"What? No. You're dragging me along, like you always have. I'm just able to help now."
"Here it is!" The childlike voice announced. She handed Simon a gauntlet. When he simply looked confused at it and didn't take it, she put it on him and showed him a mechanism that made a mirrored surface blade come out… and the reflection stepped out of it, actually startling Simon.
He had on the same outfit as Simon, but he pulled up the top part of his hair into a half ponytail. "You can tell us apart, now," he joked. (He was chrome. You could always tell them apart). But, one thing that was bizarre to Simon was he was wearing a red coat. It was the only thing about him that wasn't reflective.
"The coat. How did you…" and the coat transformed into a large majestic bird, and it's wings spread, reflecting off of Mirror Simon like flames. "A phoenix!"
"Mm hmm."
"So… I can still use my magic. I just have to draw it from myself," Simon said as they headed out of the apothecary together.
"That's not what I said and I hate how bad at listening you can be. I said that your magic is inverted. Stuff like destroying, killing, and trapping… you can't do ANY of that shit anymore. But you can do the reverse. You can make things grow, live, free…"
"Can I… undo what I've done?"
"You can break curses that you've instilled, but… you can't have some sort of mass awakening for all of those deaths. To bring something back from the dead, it has to be extremely recent. Three days MAX."
"WAIT, WHAT?"
Mirror Simon frowned, "I told you already…"
"But, I thought that was impossible without tremendous sacrifice and the deaths of a surplus of magic beings!"
"Yeah. And you've DONE that part. Now, you're on the other side. The side where you can bring others back to life. That's the catch of it. To be able to bring others back to life, the ultimate sacrifice is you. It's meant to keep people from pursuing such power, but the rest of us never fully estimated the absolute nerve of mankind."
"So.. I… don't have to lose Grace," Simon said, almost relieved, because that had honestly been his biggest fear since this fate had descended on him.
But now, Mirror Simon was extremely serious. "No. You still have to say goodbye to her. But… I would not recommend using that more than thrice."
"What is it with you and the number 3?"
"It's powerful. And your inverted magic is powerful, but it has restrictions and they're going to be tight." You won't be able to just bring her back over and over and if we're being honest, if you love her like I have good reason to believe you do… I don't know that you should do that to her at all. She'll remember her life, but she'll also remember her death. You've seen how much it hurts her to heal others? When she dies, that will be her actual pain, and there's just not enough known to be sure of how that might affect someone."
"Then… why have it, at all?"
"Animals who help the ecosystem. Children who mysteriously passed without having a chance to even have their first cohesive thoughts. Someone who had a freak accident that would have traumatized them anyways. There's like… so many other reasons to have it! BUT, most importantly, because you killed so many without thinking about it. You learned magic and used it to harm and now you can't." They paused outside of Grace's bedchamber, "If you'd be able to live with yourself if it drives her mad or makes her have chronic pain or something terrible… then I still wouldn't suggest doing it. I know how you feel about her. I also… have the ability to consider the other sides of things." The Mirror Simon draped his coat over his shoulders and slid back into the dagger.
But, even when he wasn't communicating with Simon, Simon noted little differences in his reflection at times that he had never seen before that day.
.
Grace smiled brightly whenever Simon returned sans familiar. "The spirit world hates me," he said. "I have to like… use my reflection."
Her eyes widened and her smile went away. "You mean like, inverted magic?"
"Yeah."
She shook her head, "Simon, inverted magic is super dangerous. The magic comes from you and most people aren't strong enough to do more than a few years of successful magic."
"That's why I have this gift," he said and showed off his infinity symbol. She took off her glove and reached for his hand, but he resisted. That hurt her feelings. He saw it in her face. He just… didn't want to burden her with everything. Grace clenched her glove in both hands until he allowed her to touch his hand.
To feel his feelings and feel his memories and know his truth. She sniffled and he jerked his hand away, ashamed of himself for allowing her to see when he knew it would hurt her.
"It…" she struggled for words, "can't be that lonely, Simon. You have me. For however long you have me, you have me, fully." He cupped her face and rested his forehead on hers. She put her bare hand on his forearm and whispered, "This feeling. Remember it, okay? Pull it out whenever you feel that loneliness.."
He couldn't describe the magic that her healing hands were providing right now, but it felt like safety… it felt like support. She could even heal the heart, when it was him. He may have been in a lifeline loop, but however many lifetimes he would live, he knew that she would always be not just his first love, but his only love.
She looked slightly up to see his face and was thrown back by the intent look in his eyes. "Are you okay?"
"I want you to spend the rest of your life with me. Not in some “we were tethered as infants and we're drawn to each other” way. But in this way… I know you and I love you and I have no idea how much time we have left together, but I want us to be together, like you said, fully." He took off her remaining glove, took both of her hands into his and got down on one knee. "I want you to be Mrs. Laurent. I know that you're not going to be on the throne, but you'll forever be my princess, even when you're… no longer with me. I want you to… agree to that?"
She stared at his hands, holding hers, and her shaking hands, being soothed with his thumbs. She never touched people this way. Their feelings made it difficult. But, all she read from Simon was love and determination… maybe even desperation. He meant it. She nodded her head, “I agree to that.”
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Lucy placed the children from The Alrick Institute of Magic into the care of the caverns. They would each have separate journeys and tests, given to them by The One, until they were proven to have been recovered and ready to reenter society as reformed members of the community. They would have various problem solving puzzles and life skills tests to have the runes on their bodies removed and when they were cleared of it, they could be placed in the care of someone in the kingdom. Over the past few years, The Conductor had devastated a lot of the land and with that, many families and creatures that no longer had safe habitats (if they survived at all), had lost most of their loved ones. Simon had taken every orphan, runaway, and even the slightly disgruntled children he found and made them into her soldiers. The thought of taking the time to undo the work made Simon almost not want to get out of bed.
He was exhausted. Grace had been teaching him healing magic. She taught him how she challenged his curse at the lagoon and took him to the ruins of Lucy’s village, his first mission of that sort, for his training.
Simon had learned more about Grace than he knew before through the lessons. He learned that her ability to sense magic was a branch of her gift of empathy. She was able to get as close to the border of the curse as possible without touching it. If she touched it, she would feel it, and curses hurt more than memories, more than physical pain. Curses were felt in her body and her soul.
Grace clenched her fists hard enough to draw blood and she and Simon both winced about it. It amazed her that someone who was so used to and fond of violence couldn’t stand to see her have even the slightest bit of pain. She placed her hands on the ground, feeling around for magic. Somewhere in the grounds, she could sense it. Another little paw print. Samantha may have left one at every site, knowing that someday, a proper Witch of the One could restore it. “Okay,” Grace poured water from a canteen on her hand wounds and wrapped them as she explained, “There is but a handprint of magic still here. I think Samantha did it on purpose, after you took everything. She would leave a paw print in blood, and as a magical being, the magic can be detected. It’s not a bridge so much as it is a small space in which magic can communicate, to get inside.”
“It’s like if you lock yourself out, but you can cut open the screen to get in through the window,” he clarified.
“Yes. But, your home has been demolished and covered in blood and you have to go through reliving what happened to even get the curse to lift. It will try to latch on to you and instead of it overtaking you, you have to duel and you have to win. Your magic has to be a match for it’s magic, or it will reduce you to rubble.” He looked horrified. “You’re totally strong enough. I was.”
“No. I mean, yes. I just… You could have died trying to lift the curse?”
“I was pretty confident that you weren’t stronger than me, Fake Witch,” she said with a wink. Before he could refute, she put her hands on his shoulders and nudged him downward. Simon dropped to his knees and opened his hands. “They’ll need your blood.” He nodded and used his dagger to slash marks on his forearms. He didn’t want to lose the usage of his hands. But, he collected it in his hands and touched the cursed rubble. “Now, you will alert the curse to your magic and like a ghom, thirsty for the essence within you, it will move against you to challenge your presence…” He felt like he was hit by a windstorm and she nodded, “That was it. Now, remember when I faced the ghom and I told you that you have to show them your power? It’s probably similar to whatever it is that you used to do when you used to activate those runes? Whatever you did then, do it now.” A light shined from his hands and the rubble began to glow and Grace swooshed her cloak over both of them and grabbed him up to take cover. He watched from beneath the cloak as the entire village appeared to explode and debris flew everywhere as a geyser of blood fired into the sky and rained down on everything nearby. He saw glittering, green things floating and flying out of the chaos and he smiled as his green eyes glowed.
Grace looked at his face and at the destruction and then reminded herself out loud, “Oh, right, he sees magic.” He blinked and looked at her, eyes normal. “Look again, Dude.” He did so and it was honestly just… wreckage and blood. No curse, but no magic either.
He had a flashback to how it looked whenever he first barged in. The children ran rampart, raiding everything. Amelia sat on her armored horse, cloaked with only her glowing runes visible. Her voice was deep with the magic as she said, “The children get the treats, but you will get the treasure.” The people in the town looked terrified as imposing witches dressed in black with pale faces and blue light in their eyes descended upon them, murdering and stealing. It looked even worse now.
Grace’s team began to take the remains away, foul with the odor of death and decay, and stained with the evidence of terror and defeat. Grace shook her head, “That staff really would have come in handy,” she mused as she dug her toes into the dirt and the blood staining everything began to wash away.
“Hey,” Simon said, softly, and took her hand. “Use me.” With their hands and eyes locked, the blood washed away and while Grace normally would have been spent after magic like that, instead, she shone brighter and the rubble began to right itself. When she finally felt faint, Simon caught her and held her. Then they looked at the village. It was just as they had remembered it from before.
Lucy walked towards the border, with the warriors who were tasked to watch over it and she almost dropped the staff in her emotional reaction, before straightening her posture and clenching it tightly.
Her magic wasn’t powerful enough for her to be confident about her protective spell before, but with one hit of her staff onto the ground, they watched as a green glimmering protective fence surrounded the village, then went invisible.
She turned to look at Simon, but wore no expression.
It didn’t feel right to her to thank him or forgive him for what he had done to this place, even if he fixed a huge portion of it. Some parts never could be. The lives that were lost. The years the spirits wandered or worse, were enslaved. The time that it was cursed and she could only look upon her first home as a place of desolation and destruction. No, she wasn’t thankful to him for this work and she hadn’t forgiven him of his previous work. But, she was going to be fair. Technically, he had been punished for his crimes and now, he would make restitution. “It was the least you could do,” she finally said to him, before turning and transmitting herself back to the Mothership.
Grace bit her lip and looked at Simon. “That’s the best you’ll get from her on a good day.”
“She’s nicer when you aren’t looking,” he said.
“She’s more careful when I’m not there to protect her,” Grace corrected.
He looked at the village again. Nearby magical creatures approached with caution to see if they were allowed to go near it and were happy to find that they could enter the barrier. Simon reached his hand out, to test and was met by an instant barrier. He nodded. That was fair. Lucy cared about him, after having spent time around him, but if it would take longer for her to trust him, especially with safe spaces in the kingdom, he couldn’t fault her. Maybe eventually, that would change.
“This is my life now,” he announced. “Spending my time, energy and power fixing whatever I can of the mess that I’ve made.” She nodded her head and touched his wrist to give him a little jolt of healing support. “Hey!” He took her hand into his. “You’ve worked way too hard today to be wasting your energy like that.”
“I am so close to passing out,” she acknowledged with a little laugh.
He collected her to himself and pressed his lips against her forehead. “Let’s go home.”
#Intertwined by Nesha#AU Infinity Train#Infinity Train#Nesha Fanfiction#Infinity Train Fanfiction#fics
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SPIN: “The Talk”
A/N: I have non-fan fic things to write...but wanted to wrap this up. So soon.
Soon.
And I know it’s been a minute...What up, Tumblr?!
Summary: Back to the past, four years prior. Negan and Sasha discuss terms at the cabin.
Negan sat in an oversized, plush leather chair across from Sasha, who was sitting in the middle of a love seat. His eyes on her and with a bit of a grin, he slowly rotated his jaw. "Not only can you shoot, you pack a mean punch, Sasha. You weren't holding back, either."
"I wasn't." Sasha folded her arms, then looked out the window. The shades were drawn, but they were lace, allowing the light to peak through. "I take it you didn't decorate this place."
"Hell no. None of this is me. We just keep the place clean. More for the quiet than the accommodations. But, if you want to change that..." Negan left the rest of the sentence hang in the air. Sasha stared at him, confused.
"Why'd you choose me?"
Negan chuckled. "Hell, honey, I didn't. You came running after me, remember? So anxious for my attention. I respect that. You, and Rick's kid, charging the compound-"
"Carl?" Sasha asked, stunned.
"Yep. Kid's got a huge pair of brass ones. No clue where the hell he got 'em from, though. What about you and those...beach sized lady nuts, huh? Were you always that much of a badass?"
"I don't know what you mean. In hindsight, now I think it was stupid."
Negan tsked at her. "Oh, don't be so modest. By all means, revel in your awesomeness. I know I am."
"I went on a mission I had no intention on surviving. Is that really all that awesome?" she asked with air quotes.
"Hell, you did it in style. And the fact is, you didn't die."
"Because you wouldn't let them shoot me," Sasha countered.
"And waste something so nice? Oh no. Couldn't do that."
"Before....before I made my offer. What were you planning to do with me?"
Negan kept his eyes on her as he leaned forward slightly in his seat. "Exactly as I said. Someone like you would be an asset to me. You are drenched in potential. Only a fool would miss it."
"I walked into your house to kill you. You really believed there was potential to--"
"You're a woman of honor. If you say you're gonna do something, you will. Like that deal you made about being my queen to spare Alexandria. I know you'll come through."
Sasha rubbed the back of her neck in unease. "About that...what are your terms?"
"My terms. Well, I want a ceremony. Above all the Saviors so they can see. I'm a man who loves a show, and I wanna see you walk down an aisle in a white dress, hair down...tell me. Would you want Rick to give you away?" he asked with a grin.
Sasha bristled at the idea of any of that. "What else?" she grit out.
"We will live as husband and wife, and we will build a home for our future children. Yes, children as in plural."
"Why now? Why in this world?"
"Because, we need that now more than ever. Especially in this world. We have to rebuild. Maintain order. You know that."
Sasha peered at him. "Who were you? Before."
Negan paused, looking her over carefully. "School teacher. You?"
"Firefighter."
Negan smiled. "Damn woman, you get more impressive by the second. If there was ever a right choice, it's you."
* * * * *
PRESENT DAY
"It's you," Negan murmured into her neck. "It's always been you."
He was spooning her in their bed, hand gently resting on her belly. Try as she might, Sasha couldn't help but snuggle back against him. It was chilly, after all. Noticing her slight shiver, Negan reached down, pulling up the sheet and blanket that had been scattered haphazardly during their love making.
"Dunno about that," Sasha said.
Negan squeezed her tighter. "Don't start. We found out some wonderful news. Can't we just have that?"
Sasha turned slowly in his arms, looking up at him. He looked so incredibly sad.
When she had first met him, all he would do was smile and grin, as if that were the natural resting position of his face. But now, whenever he was with her, his desperation for her affection had beaten the twinkle in his eyes into submission. While a small part of her reveled in that fact, the rest...the rest felt as sad as he did. Gently, she cupped his cheek, exhaling. "What am I gonna do with you?"
Negan took her hand, kissing the back of it. "Oh, I can think of a few things..."
Ignoring the half-hearted innuendo, she leaned forward, touching her forehead to his, lightly nuzzling his nose with hers and whispered, "What am I gonna do?"
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Okay, so, I’m hoping that the queue system works for this, because I’m hoping that this gets posted at around midnight your time. So, fingers crossed. Here’s hoping this works. 😂
Happy birthday, @neshatriumphs!!
You are a fantastic person. Just... honestly. You’re incredible. When I first met you... It was a little over eight months ago, and I had no idea just how important of a person you’d become to me. You are without a doubt one of the best people that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.
You are so, so unbelievably talented. I mean, there’s your art, which I always absolutely love to see and I am in a constant state of admiration of all the detail you put into every piece, and then there’s your outfit boards, which are PHENOMENAL and not only look stunning but always fit the characters they’re made for so well, and then. there’s. your. writing. I am not exaggerating when I say that I don’t think I have connected with any other author’s writing the way I do with yours. Of course, there’s People Watching, which is a masterpiece that’s still one of my favorite stories I’ve ever read, ever (I think about it every single day. Jacks and I were literally having a PW ship war yesterday and it was so fun), and then there's No Saviors, which is an incredible original project that I absolutely love, and then there’s Was There Ever a Time, which is the rare piece of fluff that I like... I love it. It’s adorable. AND EVEN YOUR SHORTER PROMPT WRITINGS ARE AMAZING. I will forever be in awe of your talent, and I admire you as a creator so, so much.
...But, of course, even more than that, I love you as a friend. 💕 You are a great person, Nesha. You... like, every time I talk with you, every time we do something together, I have a blast. It just feels like comfort, if that makes sense. Like, whether it’s watching shows and movies, listening to podcasts, talking about fics and writing, or even just sharing funny Tumblr posts or TikToks. I can’t even begin to describe how much I enjoy doing things with you. You’re such a fun person, and such a smart person, and just... you’re amazing and deserve amazing things.
I have another thing for you that I’m not quite finished with, but that I’m hoping to get done by the end of your birthday. ...We both know how bad I am with time estimates, though, so... I’ll just say ‘I’m working on it’ for now. 🤣 Anyway. You’re an incredible person, Nesha, and I hope you have a fantastic birthday. Thank you so much for being an amazing person and friend. 💕
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so...the last year has been rough. for everyone. but i’ve been lucky in a lot of ways, especially with the people in my life, and i wanted to take a second to thank some people on here. because genuinely, you guys mean so freaking much to me. i’ve had a lot of online friends in my life but none that feel so much like family. these are the people who have carried me through the last year, who’ve made me feel seen and heard and supported me in all my endeavors and just been wonderful to me all around. i love you guys, and happy new year <3
i’m about to get into it now. and i’ll try not to cry too much along the way.
@neshatriumphs nesha, when i say that you’re our fandom mom i mean that you’re my family, i mean that you’re my biggest supporter, my inspiration, my rock, the person who makes me want to be my best self, all the time. i can’t explain to you what your support has meant to me over the years. whether it’s leaving me incredibly kind notes on my fics that make me want to write more just for you, or sending me asks when you know i’m feeling down, or just making me laugh with your hilarious takes, you have always, always been there for me. you’re the toughest person i know and you make me want to keep pushing every day. you’re so incredibly talented; your ideas are just always stunning and inspired and despite being humble about it you’re amazing at everything you do. your art, your writing, your aesthetics, all of it. loeg and share-a-lair were just spectacular and such a show of how complex and original and smart your writing is. barring just your talent you’re also an inspiration in how passionate and kind and dedicated you are. you care for others everywhere you go. you come on here and constantly make me want to be a better person. it’s not just me, either—you’ve taken on the role of helping all of us in any way you can, and you just make us feel loved and supported and give us someone to always look up to. i love you. plain and simple, you’re my family, and i’m so, so grateful to have you in my life.
@juliesdahlias you know when you meet someone younger than you and you’re like how do they have this much talent in their body? and you can’t even be mad about it because you just want to root for them and you want good things for them and you think of them like a little sibling? that’s me around you all. the freaking. time. pearl, i’m constantly blown away by how smart and driven and passionate you are. you have so much talent to offer the world and i love seeing you thrive more than anything. you inspire me every freaking day; i mean, your tiara thief drabbles literally made me pull my fic out of my drafts for the first time in months. every time you post it’s something iconic and beautiful, whether its your fics or your edits or your headcanons. and not just that, but you’re so incredibly supportive of everything i put out there. like with ths, the way you latched on to it and are one of our biggest fans and made content for it literally as soon as we started!! that was amazing!! you’re just such an incredible person in every sense of the word; you’re talented and hilarious and kind and passionate and i love you so so much. i cannot wait to watch you do amazing things because i know you’re gonna be one of the greats. ily.
@ciara-knightly i can’t even put this into words. i’m sitting here trying to say it right and every time i start i just turn into “!!!!!!!!” cause i love you so much. i know i’ve said this before, but shona, you’re honestly like my older sister. this whole year of just, really getting to talk to you beyond tumblr has shown me how honestly kind, passionate, smart, and supportive you are. talking to you is one of my favorite things in the world, whether it’s rambling about tiara thief, or discussing feminism in media, or just getting life advice. you always know what to say to lead me in the right direction and reassure me that things are gonna be okay. i look up to you more than i can tell you; i’m constantly inspired by your talent and your drive. you’re endlessly supportive and you make me laugh all the time, and i hold literally every convo we have close to my chest because it means so much to me to just be able to have them with you. i’ll never be over the fact that you basically discovered jatp, or us talking and making predictions for weeks before it aired, or us plotting out the whole dystopia novel together—which, even though it didn’t really pan out, was such an amazing experience because i got to do it with you. and i absolutely scroll back through our convos on a regular basis to scream over our tiara thief headcanons. everything i’ve done with you has been incredibly fun and meaningful, so what i’m trying to say in this very long winded way is that i’m so, so glad i know you, and i can never thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me.
@bitchmilsky lizzie, i literally think of you like you’re my little sibling. my weird, crazy, hilarious, incredibly kind and supportive and creative and amazing little sibling. ever since i met you you’ve been nothing but fun and friendly and wonderful to me. your posts never fail to make me laugh and i love seeing whatever you’re up to, even if it’s video games that i understand nothing about. you have so many fun ideas and you’re so freely yourself, it’s honestly inspiring. the things you make are always adorable and every time we go live together and chat i always have so much fun, and talking and i just want to meet you in person so badly because i know we’d be an amazing, unstoppable duo and that you’d make me laugh until my sides hurt. i’m still waiting on that cross-country road trip. we could roll the windows down and belt our way through the entire hd musical soundtrack, and it would be epic. for real, though, you’re one of my favorite people ever, and i hope this year brings you nothing but fun and good things because that’s what you deserve. i’m sending you a million virtual hugs and also booty shorts that say poggers on the ass. i love you <3
@zackmartn i know i’m gonna start crying right now because i love you so much and i’m trying not to because i just did my makeup but dammit, nikki, i just love you so much. i remember when i first came on here and was afraid to talk to you because i was like “ohmygod she’s so cool she’s the king of this fandom she’s amazing” but i thank god that you reached out to me every day. i honestly can’t imagine my life without you; you’ve been such a presence in it for so long that you’re inseparable from it. even the times i’ve gone on hiatus i’ve been stalking your blog from a distance like “i just wanna know what she’s up to...”. you’re honestly like an older sister to me and you’re one of the people i admire the most; you’ve been through and continue to go through so much and yet every day you come on here and decide to be a freaking light to all of us, to make me smile, to support me literally endlessly. like, the amount of times you’ve driven me to near tears from your reviews of my writing is ridiculous. the freaking umana fan club?? the way ths is one of your top tags??? it’s just...insane and such a show of how boundless your support is. and that’s not even getting into how freaking talented you are!!! i stare at your gifsets all the time!! and your fics like....holy shit you literally created this whole universe that i’m so freaking invested in and is better than literally anything that canon could ever do, and i know i’m honestly terrible at responding to messages but i hope you know you never have to start holding back with me. most of the time when i get stuff you send i have to sit there and get my thoughts together and that takes forever, but i love love love reading it anyway. the way you get excited about the things you love is everything, it’s something that i really really love about you, and i hope you continue to keep that passion and love for everything. and i hope that this year brings you nothing but good things, because you deserve that more than anyone. i love you.
@willexs eliza, babe, i know we joke all the time that we were put on opposite sides of the ocean because we’d be too powerful if we were together but i really think it’s true. imagine us meeting. the universe just wouldn’t be able to handle it; it would implode. listen, you’re literally like my twin, my other half. we have so much in common that it’s honestly ridiculous. we operate on the same brainwave, and every time we talk i’m blown away by how easy it is and i honestly love it so much because i could not have picked a more talented and creative and fun person to work with. writing ths with you has literally been like...one of my favorite writing experiences ever. i can’t believe that it started on such a whim because it’s such an important part of my life now and getting to have you next to me while we figure this whole thing out is honestly the best part. it’s not just all the characters and dynamics we’ve created, it’s the fact that i can send you incoherent ramblings at ungodly hours and you’ll pick them apart, it’s the 3-hour phone calls to make playlists, it’s you always making me feel heard and inspiring me. it’s this like...excitement of building towards something amazing with someone i love. you understand me on this crazy and fundamental level, and sometimes it blows my mind how similar we are and how well you know me without us having even met. i feel like we’re the embodiment of “nobody gets me like you”. and i know i’ve said this before, but i really do think you make me a better writer. i love how you make me laugh, i love that you always have the best takes and i love how talented you are with your incredible adorable art and your fics and your gorgeous edits and i love that we egg each other on and hype each other up. i love that, despite being on opposite sides of the ocean, we’re still best friends. and i love you <3
@cactus-con lou!!!!!! i literally just...ahh i love you so much!! i know i’ve said this before but you were the first person i talked to in this fandom, and you made me feel so freaking welcome. and that has never changed. talking to you is so easy and natural, and you make me feel loved and heard all the time. i love getting to share stuff with you because you always always always hype me up. not just that but like...your talent?? literally unmatched!!! you’re amazing at everything you do it’s ridiculous. i love love love all your artwork, i could stare at it literally all day. you have so much talent and i literally cannot wait to watch you do such great things with it. i just...you’re such a wonderful person to everyone around you. you spread all this love and support and kindness and i think you’re one of the most genuine people i know and i’m so so glad i know you. i hope this year treats you so well because you deserve nothing but good things. i love you. <3
@owenjoyners where do i even start?? brooke, you’re like my other twin. i know i’ve said this before but it’s literally insane to me that we’ve known each other for less than a year because it feels like i’ve known you my whole life. you are such an incredible freaking person. you’re funny and you’re kind and you’re talented and you make me smile every damn day. i love getting post notifs from you because i swear to god i light up every time. your gifsets are always gorgeous, and i’ve watched you learn and improve and you’ve gotten so good, it makes me so happy every time. your art??? you say you’re just starting out but i can’t even tell you how much i love it. your fics!!! you’re good at everything and it’s honestly ridiculous. and it’s not even about your consistently amazing posts, i also just...i love talking to you more than anything, even if we’re just simping over owen together. you make me laugh all the time and you always hype me up; you’ve let me ramble about my fics and helped me get my ideas together, you’ve talked stupid life stuff like school and college with me, and you’ve given me someone to go to whenever i need it. i think of you as one of my best friends and i can’t get over how fast we clicked or how easy it is to talk to you. i need you to come visit me so i can give you so many hugs and we can have a sleepover and talk for literally hours on end. in the meantime, we need to call again sometime because that was honestly so much fun. i love you with all my heart.
and some people i want to say thank you to, because even though we don’t talk as often as i’d like you’re still amazing, and you make me smile all the time, and i love seeing you on my dash or in my notes: @taylorswiftrulestheworld @onplanetmars @dr-rigatoni @swellviews-finest @symphonic-concert @molinasmercer
#nikki tag! 💛#lizzie tag! 💜#nobody gets me like you tag ❣️#nesha tag! 💟#brooke tag! 💙#lou tag! 💚#shona tag! 🌟#heather tag!#otter tag!#jamie tag!#k tag!#faith tag!#monisha tag!#pearl tag! 💖
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Good Cooties
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Nesha: Takes a very traumatic horror story and instead makes it fluff.
They generally checked in right before bed and then again, first thing in the morning. Chris had never been so communicative with somebody before, but after everything that knowing Dalton had put her through, she didn't mind going a little above and beyond with check-ins.
Whenever one wasn't feeling 100% at bedtime, they had a sleepover, just in case something would go down. Time passed, and nothing did. Well... nothing too unusual, at any rate. He had nightmares sometimes and they'd wake up and sort through it. Sometimes he simply couldn't sleep, so he'd just watch her a while, glad that she wasn't losing any rest on his behalf, but annoyed that the bed was so small that they both couldn't really fit on it without being cuddled up.
Upon mentioning it, she reminded him that when he was trapped in The Further, "Your little booty body was nestled right here, between these yummy thighs." He couldn't argue with it, and the description of her thighs made him want to drop the conversation completely, so he'd said, "Well, you said you have good cooties," laughing awkwardly, and snuggling up behind her, hoping his body wouldn't betray him for the closeness of a soft, warm body and the unavoidable friction of natural sleep movements. Fortunately, that never went down. Even more fortunately, neither did any wild trips to The Further.
Things that did go down: her roommate absolutely thought that he was an obsessive boyfriend and his new roommate was confused that she slept over but they never had the need to tie something on the doorway for him to give them some time. "So... she just sleeps here sometimes?" He'd asked, "Or are you just always finished by the time I get in?"
"We're just friends!" Dalton had said, uneasy and blushing.
Foster, when they got alone, asked, "But, seriously. You're definitely smashing that, right?" It irked him. Him speaking about her like that. "I mean.. I know that you aren't that much of a lover, but I figure it's different with you two, because of, you know... the stuff.."
It was... true, officially. But, he knew how this looked. Even his mom would ask about her in the same way that she'd asked about people he'd dated previously. Was Chris coming home with him during the holidays? "She has her own family," he'd casually mentioned, then had to pretend not to notice as his family gave each other knowing looks because he spent most of the holiday texting, calling, or video chatting with "Chris" They said her name in a certain way too. A singing way, obviously taunting him. Well... his siblings did. (Foster had roped Kali into this mess, too). His mother instructed them to leave him alone, though he could tell it amused her, from her face, and he knew she liked Chris. She always asked about her.
That was why they probably would never happen. He had nightmares sometimes, panicking about being possessed again, about hurting her. Sure, he would wake up to find her there, safe and sound and if awakened by his nightmares, quick to comfort him, but.. that entire thing was now forever a part of their story. And what type of love story could come out of something like that?
His parents had loved each other for years, and this entire ordeal had separated the two of them. Foster broke into his thoughts with, "I think that I'd want somebody who already understands what you've gone through. I imagine by the time I wanna meet people, it's gonna be a whole damn thing trying to make it normal, when the topic inevitably comes up. You've got a cute girl who still bothers with you after literally seeing you at your worst. Possessed by an entity. How could it get better for you?"
"We're just friends!"
"She let you blow on her hooter the first night!" Foster teased. Dalton wasn't a big fan of Chris and his brother exchanging words, but they had each other's information, so now he always had at least this one story for ammunition to make Dalton a little bit uncomfortable, and Chris was the type to overshare casually. Chris and Foster got along well. Dalton could only imagine their powers combined if she did come around the whole family...
Which, eventually, she did. By then, they were dormed together, again. She had gone to see housing about it. Her best friend, suffering from a sleep issue, their roommates, often inconvienced when he woke up, the fact that this very office had already roomed her with him before, so what was the big deal? Chris either could talk you into hating her guts and wanting her gone, or doing whatever it is she was saying, and that day, with that member of staff, she got herself back into the room with him.
Now, they could go to sleep in their own beds, and if something happened, there the other was, just on the other side of a small room. They didn't even have to cramp themselves into his little bed as much, and whenever they did, she didn't have to get up earlier to get ready from a different room, or to go back to her own. It was cozy, and comfortable, and they had a routine.
They had gotten numerous sleeping masks, so that Chris could find something to assist her through the nightlights. Whenever she was in Dalton's bed, she didn't really notice, because her face was usually burrowed in the bed or his body, for lack of room. By the time it was time for her to go home with him, she knew which mask she needed for which type of night, whether or not she should have earphones, and how many pillows she could bring before the bed couldn't fit the pillows and two people their sizes.
She had been in his corner since the moment he confided in her, and even when she didn't want to engage, she found herself unable to just leave him alone, and now she feared that she was far more comfortable with this man than she ever planned on being with anyone. But. She was never one to reject a good thing, and it seemed like maybe Dalton Lambert was a good thing. It certainly always felt good to fall asleep in his arms and wake up next to him. Chris was a fan of feeling good.
His family was nice. She was excited to finally shoot the shit with Foster, in the flesh, and that did not disappoint. Dalton had been hoping that she would help dispel the rumors the Lamberts ran wild with, but despite pursuing math, Chris had a deep passion for chaos, as far as Dalton was concerned. "So, he never told you that we made out at a frat party?" She had asked a VERY intrigued and impressed Foster.
"He never told me that he WENT to a frat party!" He complained.
"Yeah, I sorta made him. That's a gift I have, getting Dalton to do stuff that he is not fond of doing.." Dalton pressed his lips together and continued working on a drawing.
Whenever Foster heard about the frat boy who called her ugly, he looked livid but was soon appeased by the thought of him being promptly kicked in the dick afterward. "I used to say that I wouldn't wish that on anybody, but it sounds like this is the guy that makes me change my beliefs.." They chatted for a little while longer before Foster was going to leave to go hang out with friends. "I'm super glad that Dalton has you," he said on his way out. She simply offered a salute, then looked at Dalton's jaw tense as he pretended not to hear that.
"You okay?" She asked. He shrugged. "You know... whenever I was with Grandma Perkee over the last holiday, she told me that you are very pretty and that she'd love to meet you. I said, "Yeah. He is very pretty, huh? He's kind too. A little introverted, but such a likable person. I don't think he likes me like that, though, Grandma. You might want to be less excited about meeting him." He paused and looked at her. "Well, next she told me, "If somebody is in you life, and they're nice to you and you like them and you're both having a good time together, that's gonna excite me, no matter what you call each other..." They stared at each other a moment, before she concluded, "So, we don't really need to discourage or encourage your family from thinking I'm your girlfriend or into thinking it. They see how we are together, and they know you're in good hands. Whether we're friends or more, they're gonna feel the way that they feel about me because they love you and you like me."
He gave her a little smile. That was a good way to put it, and made it less stressful for him whenever he overheard Kali ask, "Is Dalton your boyfriend?"
Without missing a beat, Chris answered, "Well, Dalton identifies as a boy, and he's definitely my friend, so what would you do if I said, "Yes?"
Kali gasped and with a wide smile asked, teasingly, "Do you loooooooove himmm?"
Chris smiled right back and asked in a whisper, "What would you do if I said "yes" again?"
Kali giggled and covered her mouth, either in excitement or surprise. Dalton never said stuff like that. He didn't smile about it. He always got irritated and denied it all. Kali smiled, and offered, "I'd say, I think that Dalton loves you too."
Chris's smile changed, ever so slightly. Dalton noted it as he finally stepped into view. She leaned towards Kali and told her, "One thing about me? Everybody loves Chris." Kali nodded in agreement, then finally noticed Dalton.
"Oh! It's your boyyyyyfriiiiiend," she sang. He just smiled, shaking his head.
At bedtime, Chris offered, "Pretty cool that your mom doesn't mind our sleeping situation. I'd say it's because she knows we aren't doing it, but she kinda seems like she'd be cool with it, even if we were."
"She is a part of the 'everybody' that loves Chris," he said, casually, preparing the nightlight. Chris paused, with a grin, then silently resumed putting on her bonnet.
By the time that they climbed into his bed, she pushed close and started wrapping her arms around him. He froze and gave her a confused look. "What? This is how we sleep."
"Yeah, in the dorm on the tiny bed. This one has room for us to stretch out more."
"Yeah, near the edge of the bed, where the monsters are. Your sister tormented me with Barbie play today. I wanna be up on you tonight." His body relaxed a little bit. "Besides, I sleep better when we're cuddled up." It tensed again. "My God, Dalton... are we not allowed to say stuff like that to each other?"
"No. Yeah... I just. Yes..." His Adam's apple was leaping in his throat and she watched it bob as he nervously searched for his next words, "I, uh... sleep better with you right here, too." She nodded once, settled her body around his and stared a little bit longer. Dalton's face came in closer, but then he stopped and just looked into her eyes. Her normal playfulness was never present when she was sleepy, but whatever else was there in her eyes, he wasn't exactly used to.
Chris offered a smile and teased, "What? Were you about to kiss me?"
Quickly, he said, "I would never do that without asking first." She closed her eyes, smiling, and nodding. "Cou.." Her eyes opened and he was staring at her lips, "Could I? Kiss you?" Chris smiled and moved closer for him to do so. It wasn't caught off guard like the first time, and it wasn't long or steamy or deep. It was tender, and quick, but lingering.. "Good cooties," he mumbled against her lips, with a smile.
"Very," she said, smiling against his, as well.
#Insidious Fanfiction#Nesha Fanfiction#fanfiction#insidious the red door#insidious: the red door#movie fanfiction#Chris Winslow#Chris x Dalton#Chris x Dalton Fic#fluff#Dalton Lambert#Insidious
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Chapters: 24/?
Fandom: Infinity Train (Cartoon)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
Relationships: Grace Monroe/Simon Laurent, Grace Monroe & Simon Laurent, Simon Laurent & Grace Monroe, Simon Laurent/Grace Monroe
Characters: Grace Monroe (Infinity Train), Simon Laurent, The Apex (Infinity Train), Samantha the Cat
Additional Tags: Infinity train - Freeform, Infinity Train AU, Au infinity train, Alternate Universe - Bookstore, Bookstore AU, Revenge, Stalking, Human Trafficking
Summary:
Instead of doing TW at the beginning of each chapter, I'm going to say right now that the story is dark and has violence against a multitude of persons, including the main characters (though that's mostly in childhood or flashbacks). It's an AU, centered around a few places, mainly a bookstore and can be considered a stalker AU. Grace is a bookstore employee and child advocate with a dark past and mysterious lifestyle and Simon is an author and bookstore regular who is intrigued by her, and maybe downright infatuated.
#People Watching#AU Infinity Train#Nesha Fanfiction#fics#Infinity Train#Infinity Train Fanfiction#Stalker AU#People Watching Sideblog#Fics#AO3#Links#Prologue#A Shot in the Dark
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Here is my contribution to the Stan Umana Movement: @sunsetcurves
Nesha told me to post it so if you don’t like it, blame @mychenrymadness
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“Umana is flawless.”
“I hear her writing hand is insured for 5 million dollars.”
“I hear she does drawing workshops...in Japan”
“Umana wrote a fic about Henry Danger, so I wrote a fic by Henry Danger.”
“I hear, that she made the best seller’s list writing under a pseudonym.”
“One time Madison Reyes saw her in the chat, and told her she was funny.”
“Umana stans TiaraThief, so I stan TiaraThief”
“One time, she told me my story needed work. It was awesome.”
#Mean Girls#Umana is Regina George but like...way better#The talent always jumps out with her#She can’t help herself#Stan Umana for clear skin#P.S. I know you gave up on that apocalypse AU#But I still think about it
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Danger on Deck - Chapter 2
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Rating: T
Warnings: There’s a mention of Henry’s injury from chapter 1, but that’s all I really know of. If there’s anything any of you need me to warn for in the future, please don’t hesitate to let me know!
I believe most of the warnings will be for language, minor violence (like I might include a fight scene, but it’d be a classic Henry Danger fight scene, meaning nothing too graphic or anything) and there is underage drinking and a mention of underage drug use in future chapters (I mean weed, nothing hardcore laskdjf also I don’t include the actual usage, it’s just mentioned) but there will be warnings on those particular chapters. I’m changing the story somewhat as I go, but whatever happens, the rating will remain at T/PG-13.
Word Count: 4992
A/N: I feel like this chapter is really boring, I’m sorry lskdf. There’s a lot a have to establish before I get into the heart of it, so I appreciate everyone bearing with me! It gets better. When I originally started this, I wanted the POV to change between Henry and Zack every chapter, but there’s a lot of stuff I need to establish in the beginning from Henry’s POV so whenever I switch between the two I just used some ****. Hopefully I can balance it out later, but for now it’s going to be from Henry’s POV more than Zack’s.
Tag List: I’m not going to retag everyone, but if anyone new wants to be added to the tag list, please let me know!
After Zack left Henry in the infirmary, he practically sprinted to his cabin to change into his uniform before making his way back to the Sky Deck to start his shift at Easy Squeezy. Once there, he found his very angry coworker manning the counter in his absence.
“Zack, your shift started forty-five minutes ago! I have to stay at the counter until you get here, and do you really think I want to spend my off time filling out drink orders?!” he seethed. Zack resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
“Tom...there’s no one even here,” he refuted as he gestured to the completely empty smoothie bar. While the Sky Deck was packed with new and returning students along with their parents, most of them were busy waiting in line to get their room assignments, or catching up with classmates they hadn’t seen over the summer, so the juice bar was entirely deserted. Tom pursed his lips as he started to remove his apron, moving out from behind the counter as he did so.
“Still,” he stated, a little more calmly now, “You’re just lucky I didn’t tell Mr. Moseby.”
Zack turned his back to him and scoffed as he started clearing empty smoothie cups off the counter.
“As if I’m afraid of Mr. Moseby,” he sneered with a smirk. He turned around and jumped when he saw a very serious Moseby standing not one inch from his face. Tom stood behind Moseby and just gave Zack an arrogant smile before walking away.
“You should be,” Mr. Moseby asserted as he glared at Zack. “Lucky for you, I have more pressing matters to attend to at the moment besides reprimanding you for being late again. Have you seen your brother?”
“Not since this morning,” Zack answered as he put the smoothie cups into a bin for dirty dishes under the counter and picked up a dishtowel, “What do you need him for?”
“I wanted to see if maybe he could get this thing to work,” Moseby replied as he held up a black tablet with a glitchy screen.
“Here, let me see it,” Zack said, tossing the dishtowel to the side as he grabbed the tablet from Moseby’s hands. Moseby tried to protest, but Zack was already slamming the tablet down on the counter, much to Moseby’s dismay. After a second, the tablet’s screen stopped glitching and faded to black.
“Well, that’s all I know to do,” Zack said with a shrug as he carelessly tossed the tablet back to a now very frazzled Mr. Moseby. Moseby scowled at him, but Zack was unfazed as he picked up the dish towel again and started wiping down the counter.
“What’s that for, anyways?” he inquired, jutting his chin towards the tablet.
“It’s what you’re supposed to use to take orders and payments now, but neither Tom nor I have been able to get it to work all morning.”
Zack paused, shooting a clueless look to Moseby, prompting him to explain further.
Arwin automated the whole ship…” he continued, but Zack held up a hand to stop him, cutting him off.
“You don’t have to say anymore.”
“Exactly. So, if you see Cody will you tell I’m looking for him?”
“You got it, chief,” Zack declared as he returned to his task of wiping down the counter. Moseby nodded in response before beginning to walk away, just as London rushed up to the counter. Before Zack could even open his mouth to say hello, she was talking excitedly at him.
“Zack! Did you seriously break someone’s nose this morning?” she questioned as she sat down. Moseby quickly wheeled back around.
“Hello to you too, London,” Zack responded sarcastically.
“You did WHAT?!” Moseby exclaimed, his eyes practically bugging out of his head. Zack winced a little.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds! I didn’t break it, it’s just...bruised,” he answered softly. London looked visibly disappointed while Moseby just glowered at Zack once more.
“You injured another student?!”
Zack grimaced.
“’Injured’ is a little dramatic. He’s okay!” he replied hastily. Moseby stared at him, now clearly exasperated.
“Zack, it’s the first week of school. Classes haven’t even started yet. Can you please try to stay out of trouble? Just for a little while?” he begged, his voice low.
“Fat chance of that one,” Zack thought to himself.
“Yeah, yeah,” he answered, dismissively waving the cloth in the older man’s direction before resuming his work. Moseby continued to watch him with a pleading expression, and Zack exhaled sharply, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, I promise,” he said in a defeated tone. Both of them knew deep down that he was lying, but they also knew that arguing any further would be futile. Moseby scowled at Zack for a beat longer before he finally started away from them again. Zack watched him disappear off the Sky Deck before he tossed the dishtowel aside and turned his attention to London.
“So, do I get a hug or a ‘nice to see you again, Zack’ or anything?” he asked, moving out from behind the counter and putting his arms out in case she decided to accept his offer. London playfully rolled her eyes and grinned as she stood up.
“I suppose,” she teased, putting her arms around him. “It is nice to see you again,” she said sincerely, “but I did see you just two weeks ago. We do live in the same hotel. Remember?”
“I know. But, that was two weeks ago, before you decided to jet off to Paris again,” he said, his arms still wrapped around her. As the pair let go, a familiar head of curly black hair approached the counter.
“London! Welcome back!” Woody announced as he pulled her into a tight hug.
Woody had come aboard a few days before and was therefore already reacquainted with Zack and Cody.
“Hey, Woody,” London responded, returning his hug. Once they let go, Woody turned his attention to Zack.
“So, are the rumors true? Did you really break that poor kid’s nose this morning?” he questioned. Zack rolled his eyes.
“No! It’s just bruised. And what do you mean ‘rumors’?”
“Dude, it’s like, all over the school already,” Woody responded and Zack exhaled sharply.
“Seriously?! Man, why is everyone placing all the blame on me? You’re the one that threw the football! Thanks for bailing on me after that, by the way,” Zack grumbled, gesturing to his friend. Woody threw his hands up in defense.
“Hey, just because you were going down doesn’t mean I had to go down with you. Besides, you didn’t have to elbow the guy in the face in order to catch it.”
Zack shot him a look but didn’t respond. Just then, their other friend, Bailey, made her way over to the group, and like Woody, she had come on board a few days before and had said hello to London when they had met in their shared room earlier that morning.
“Zack, did you really-” she started, but Zack cut her off.
“It’s just bruised!” he cried before she could finish, throwing his arms up in exasperation. As if on cue, Henry started strolling across the deck next to them, an ice pack pressed to his nose as he made his way over to his friends. “Look, see! He’s fine! It’s barely even a bruise,” Zack announced, gesturing to Henry, although thanks to the ice pack, they couldn’t really see much. “Hey, Swellview! How do you feel?” he called after him.
“Like someone elbowed me in the face,” he called back without looking, his tone biting. Woody, Bailey, and London exchanged amused glances before watching Henry make his way across the deck again.
“What did you just call him?” Bailey inquired, breaking her concentration from Henry to look at Zack.
“Swellview. That’s where he’s from,” Zack answered. Bailey snickered.
“That doesn’t sound like a real place,” she scoffed. Zack furrowed his eyebrows.
“You’re from Kettlecorn,” he pointed out. Bailey opened her mouth to respond but paused for a moment, clearly trying to come up with a rebuttal.
“Fair enough,” she said finally, turning her attention to the new kid again.
As all this occurred, Mr. Moseby and Cody approached the counter, and Zack caught the end of Moseby’s sentence.
“So, maybe you could take a look at it? See if you can get anything to work?” Moseby asked hopefully. Cody smiled at him as he took the now dead tablet from him.
“Not a problem,” he responded, turning it over in his hands as he examined it for a beat. Moseby grinned at him, seemingly satisfied with that answer.
“Thank you,” he replied before he started tending to the guests on the Sky Deck. Cody turned his attention to his friends now, giving them a quick hello.
“What are we looking at?” he questioned, scanning the Sky Deck.
“I was just showing everyone that Henry is fine,” Zack answered, gesturing to Henry, who was now standing on the other side of the deck near the railing with the girl Zack and Cody had met earlier that morning, Charlotte? (Zack made a quick mental note to try to talk to later because boy, was she pretty) along with the two older men Zack never got the names of. The group kept their attention on Henry for a moment, and after a second he turned to look at them, his face twisted in confusion when he noticed they were all gawking at him.
“Alright, you already gave him a nosebleed, let’s not freak him out by continuing to stare at him,” Cody mentioned, clearly also taking note of the puzzled and slightly agitated look on Henry’s face. The majority of them swiftly looked away then, while Cody mouthed out a “Sorry,” followed by a sheepish grin, and Henry immediately smiled. As Zack watched the interaction unfold, a strange sensation started forming in the pit of his stomach but he couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.
It almost looked as if Henry was...blushing? But, Zack decided it was just his eyes playing tricks on him.
Still, he couldn’t help but notice Henry periodically stealing glances in their direction, and Zack was almost positive that he was looking right at Cody.
“But why would he be doing that?” he wondered to himself. He speculated for a second that maybe Henry was actually checking out London or Bailey, and maybe from the angle they were both standing it only seemed like he was looking at Cody.
But, somehow that thought didn’t make the strange sensation in the pit of his stomach feel any better.
Henry only eventually stopped looking over at them once his other friend from earlier that morning rejoined their group.
“Zack!” he heard someone exclaim behind him, and he turned to see Moseby standing at the counter, gesturing wildly to a few guests that had sat down and were impatiently waiting for someone to come fill their orders. Zack exhaled sharply.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” he responded with a dismissive wave of his hand, and he was sure he saw Moseby start actually fuming out of the corner of his eye. He said his goodbyes to his friends before making his way over to the guests to begin taking orders.
******
After Henry watched Zack take off in order to start his shift, he started out of the infirmary in order to find his way back to the Sky Deck to meet up with coworkers once more. The nurse had provided him with some over-the-counter pain medication to take as well as a disposable ice pack to put on his nose on the way out, and he thanked her as he gently placed it on his face, hissing at the slight pain that shot through him on contact.
It took him a little longer to find his way back; he hadn’t been paying much attention to where they were going when Zack had escorted him down there. Lucky for him, there were signs plastered up everywhere, and those, along with the map Jasper had sent him via text, was able to lead him back.
Once he got there, he saw Zack standing near the Easy Squeezy juice counter in his work uniform, a green polo shirt, khaki shorts, and a navy blue apron tied around his waist. He was with a few other kids Henry didn’t recognize.
“Hey, Swellview! How do you feel?” he heard Zack call after him as he walked past their group.
“Like someone elbowed me in the face,” he shot back without looking at him. He felt a twinge of guilt over his sharp tone, but considering his head was throbbing and he still felt uncomfortably sticky from the smoothies that had spilled all over him earlier, that guilty feeling was fleeting. He spotted Ray, Charlotte, and Schwoz on the other side of the deck and he made his way over to them.
“Hey! How’s your nose?” Charlotte questioned as he approached, concern dripping from her voice as she instinctively reached out to him, stopping just short of his face.
“It’s okay. It’s not broken, luckily. Just bruised. Where’s Jasper?” he asked as he glanced around the Sky Deck, trying to spot their other friend.
“He just went to put your stuff in your room. You guys are roommates,” Charlotte responded, shoving her hands into the front pockets of her jeans.
“Yeah, he texted me about that. He didn't tell you what our room number is, did he? I really want to go change and get this smoothie off of me,” Henry said, running his free hand through his hair and grimacing at the sticky sensation he felt on contact. Charlotte just shook her head in response.
Henry got an uneasy feeling then that someone was watching him, and he quickly glanced around to see that Zack, Cody, and their three friends were still watching him. His face twisted in confusion and he felt his irritation grow as he tried to figure out why they were all staring at him. He saw Cody say something, although he couldn’t work out what, before they all hastily looked away again, save for Cody, who gave Henry a sheepish smile as he mouthed the word “sorry.” Henry felt his annoyance slip away, his heart-rate speeding up and the corners of his lips tugging upwards into a grin, as the two of them shared a look. After that, he kept sneaking a few glances over to Cody, and he was sure that Zack had noticed but he didn’t care. He finally stopped when Jasper rejoined the group. Before Jasper could even say hello, they heard an announcement ring out over the loudspeaker, “All ashore that’s going ashore.”
“Well, I guess that’s it for us,” Ray declared, gesturing between him and Schwoz, “You guys figure out who the hacker is and you call us. Don’t do anything without me. We don’t know how dangerous this guy is,” he warned.
“Why are you assuming it’s a guy?” Charlotte shot back. Ray just rolled his eyes but didn’t respond. The group fell silent as they watched each other in a slightly uncomfortable silence for a beat. Finally, Henry and Ray said goodbye and gave each other an awkward quick half-hug. Jasper threw his arms around Ray, much to Ray’s dismay, but he returned the hug after a second before they both said their goodbyes. Once Ray got to Charlotte, they both watched each other awkwardly before deciding on a goodbye high-five.
Schwoz was a lot less shy than Ray was, and he gave each of the kids a big bear hug as he choked back a few stray tears.
“Remember, as soon as you find anything out you call me,” Ray reiterated to Henry one last time. Henry nodded in agreement, and with a final wave goodbye, Ray and Schwoz were making their way back to shore.
Henry turned to Jasper then, but before he could ask for their room number, Jasper’s eyes were wide and he was hitting Henry’s arm excitedly, practically bouncing on his heels.
“Henry! Henry! Do you know who that is?!” he nearly shouted.
Henry was taken aback by Jasper’s sudden outburst, and after a second he removed the ice pack from his nose so he could use both hands to grab onto his friend in an effort to get him to stop hitting him.
“Who?” Henry interrogated, his tone mildly agitated as he followed Jasper’s gaze to the group Zack and Cody had been standing with just moments ago, although now both of them were at the juice counter, with Zack filling out orders and Cody fiddling with some type of electronic, so it was just a curly-haired boy and two girls.
“The girl!” Jasper exclaimed, gesturing wildly to the remaining trio.
“Which girl? There’s two of them,” Henry replied, puzzled. Jasper exhaled sharply with a roll of his eyes as he looked to Charlotte.
“Charlotte?” he said, his tone indicating that he was hopeful maybe she knew who he was talking about, but she just shrugged. “That’s London Tipton!” he declared as he looked between his two best friends, obviously waiting for them to have some type of reaction, but they just stared at him, perplexed. “Hello? What boat are we on?!” he continued, gesturing excitedly. Realization dawned on Charlotte and Henry’s faces then.
“So, she owns the boat...” Charlotte commented, her statement sounding more like a question as she furrowed her eyebrows.
“Well, her dad does. But, it’s not even that. Haven’t you guys ever seen her web show? ‘Yay, me! Starring London Tipton’?”
Charlotte and Henry shared a confused glance and a shrug and Jasper rolled his eyes again.
“Yay, me! London Tipton!” he echoed as if repeating her name would suddenly give them knowledge of who she is. Jasper’s last proclamation got the attention of the brunette girl in a sparkly outfit that had been standing with the twins before. She looked at Jasper curiously as she made her way over to them. Jasper’s eyes went wide and he moved behind Henry slightly as she approached.
“Do I know you?” she inquired once she reached them, cocking her head to the side as she studied them. Jasper just stared at her, obviously unable to form coherent sentences as she waited for a response.
“No, you don’t. This is my friend, Jasper. He’s apparently seen your web show,” Henry responded for him, pulling a reluctant Jasper out from behind him as he pushed him closer to London. London smiled then as she looked at Jasper.
“You have?” she asked excitedly. Jasper grinned sheepishly as he met her gaze.
“Yeah! I’ve seen every episode!” he answered eagerly. Charlotte and Henry shared an amused look over their overenthusiastic friend, while London watched him for a second.
“I like you,” she stated finally, “I was just about to go to the boutique to get some new clothes. Come with me and tell me how pretty I look!” she declared, grabbing Jasper by the collar and not really giving him the option to say no as she started dragging him away, although given by the look on his face, he didn’t mind much. The remaining two chuckled as they watched their friend being yanked across the Sky Deck. Henry’s amused smile faded suddenly as he realized he still didn’t know what room number he was in, and he really didn’t want to wait any longer to get the smoothie off of him.
“Wait, Jasper! I need our room number!” he called after them, but they were already out of earshot. Henry started across the deck after them, turning to Charlotte as he went. “I’ll catch up with you in a little while!” he said to her before he started off after the pair once more.
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A few hours later, Henry had showered and changed and was now standing in his cabin with his suitcase open on his bed, although he wasn’t really unpacking it as much as he was just thinking about unpacking it.
Unpacking it meant staying, and staying was the last thing he wanted to do.
He heard a knock at the door, and he quickly zipped his still full suitcase back up and haphazardly threw it in the closet, shutting it before going to answer the door. He found Cody on the other side of it, holding another disposable ice pack.
“Hey! I brought this for you. Just in case,” he said, awkwardly reaching out to hand Henry the ice pack. Henry smiled as he took it. The pain medication had taken away his headache, and his nose was down to a dull ache now, so he wasn’t really sure he needed the ice anymore, but Cody had been nice enough to bring it to him.
“Thanks,” he said, pressing the ice to his face.
“How’s it feeling, by the way?” Cody inquired, gesturing towards Henry’s injury.
“It’s not so bad now. The headache is gone, at least,” Henry responded, and Cody smiled a little at that. They fell into an awkward silence for a beat . “How’d you know where to find me? I don’t remember passing you in the hall yet…” Henry started, “Did I tell you my room number and I just forgot? Maybe Zack hit me harder than I thought,” he finished, that last part more to himself than Cody. Cody grinned sheepishly as he glanced down at the floor for a moment.
“Zack kinda...hacked into Moseby’s computer and found your room number for me.”
Henry furrowed his eyebrows, and Cody shoved his hands into his front jeans pockets.
“And, now that I’m saying that out loud, it sounds kinda stalkerish,” he added, meeting Henry’s gaze, causing Henry’s heart to skip a beat as he grinned, but his smile faded after he truly registered what Cody had said.
Did he say “hack”?
“Say that again?” Henry said. He was certain he had heard Cody say “hack” but he wanted to be entirely sure before he jumped to any conclusions. Cody’s eyes went wide as he put his hands out in front of him.
“I didn’t ask him to hack into Moseby’s computer in order to find your room number! It wasn’t like that. He was already doing it; he does it every year. He reassigns anyone that’s assigned to his room so that he's able to keep the room to himself. Surprisingly, no one has figured it out yet,” Cody explained hastily.
“Right,” Henry mumbled, still stuck on the part where Zack had hacked into a computer. He thought about going to tell Charlotte this, but he was enjoying talking to Cody, even if he was only half-listening to what he was saying at the present moment.
“So, usually after my friends and I get back on the boat we have dinner together; we were going to do it tonight, but Moseby’s got me working on the ship’s new computer system and I can pretty much guarantee that I won’t be done in time...” Cody began again, snapping Henry out of his train of thought as he met Cody’s gaze.
“Why do you say that?” he interjected.
“Well...our friend Arwin, from the hotel- Zack mentioned he told you about the hotel?”
Henry nodded in response.
“He was the maintenance guy there, he automated the whole ship, and if you knew him, you would know what a huge mistake that was,” Cody explained. Henry chuckled.
“I think I know what you mean,” he replied with a grin. Cody smiled.
“Anyway, I was wondering if you and your friends wanted to join us? For the dinner tomorrow, I mean.”
“I don’t want to crash your dinner with your friends…” Henry responded, although deep down he didn’t really mean it. He was excited at the thought of getting to have dinner with his new crush.
“You wouldn’t be crashing! It’ll be fun,” Cody insisted with a grin, and Henry was finding it hard to resist those baby blues.
“Okay. Sure,” he replied, and Cody’s smile grew.
“Great!” he said as he pulled his phone out of pocket, “why don’t you put your number in and I’ll text you the place to meet us once I find out exactly where that is. Well, if I get cell reception that is. You’d be surprised how quickly we lose contact once we leave port.”
Henry nodded, taking Cody’s phone and keying in his name and number before handing it back. Cody looked down at his phone for a second and smiled, seemingly satisfied before he slipped it back into his jeans.
“I guess if I don’t have reception, I know where to find you.”
Henry secretly hoped then that they did lose reception just so Cody would have an excuse to visit him again.
“I’ll let you know the time and place and everything when we work out the details,” he said as he started to back up into the hallway. Henry nodded in response. “I’ll see you and your friends tomorrow night. You know, if I don’t see you before then,” he finished, giving a quick wave goodbye before he started down the hall once more.
“Wait, hold up!” Henry called after him. Cody stopped, turning on his heel to look at him once more.
“Yeah?”
“This is probably a dumb question, but is Zack going to be there?” Henry asked, unable to hide the hint of contempt in his voice. Cody let out an airy laugh.
“Actually, no. He’s got other plans. He’s going to dinner with our other friend, London. They do that once a month. Nobody else is invited. We don’t know what they do or talk about but,” Cody responded with a shrug as he turned to leave. Henry contemplated Cody’s words for a beat.
“Do you think maybe he’s secretly dating London and they just don’t want the rest of you to know about it?” he inquired. Cody stopped dead in his tracks, his back still to Henry. He remained frozen in place for a second before he slowly turned to face Henry, a curious expression on his face.
“I didn’t until now,” he said slowly. Henry could tell by the look on his face that he was actively trying to figure out if what Henry suggested could be at all true. His expression softened for a moment as he smiled.
“No, they wouldn’t. London’s older than us, so it'd be kinda weird if...well, I guess it wouldn’t be that weird now that we’re older... But, it’s not possible. We’ve known London forever. Unless…” he rambled, his face turning serious once more. Henry then watched as Cody flip-flopped between believing the notion was completely bogus to seriously contemplating it again as he mumbled to himself.
“It was just a thought,” Henry interjected after a while, and Cody seemed to snap out of his thoughts as he met Henry’s gaze.
“Right. I’ll just... talk to Zack about it later. I’ll see you,” he said, and with a quick wave goodbye, he started off down the hall.
After Henry watched Cody disappear around the corner, he made his way down to the deck where the girls’ rooms were located. After a second of searching, he found Piper’s room, and he knocked on the doorframe of the open door of her cabin. Piper looked up from her open suitcase that was sitting half-empty on the bed closest to the door. Sitting at the desk on the opposite side of the room was a dark-haired girl around Piper’s age that Henry assumed was her new roommate. From the looks of it, she was already completely unpacked and moved into their new cabin.
“Hey, what’s up?” Piper asked as she went back to unpacking.
“I’m kinda hungry, so I was going to see if I can find Charlotte and Jasp and maybe get some food. You wanna come? Your new roommate can come too…” Henry suggested, gesturing to the girl sitting on the opposite side of the room.
“No, thanks. I really want to finish unpacking and getting all moved in,” Piper responded without looking up from her suitcase, excitement dripping from her voice. Henry felt a twinge of guilt then. He was hopeful that they wouldn’t have to stay on the boat long, but he didn’t think about how this would impact his little sister, who wouldn’t really have a clue as to why they would be leaving so soon. “Besides, Mara and I have plans later. By the way, Mara, this is my older brother, Henry. Hen, this is my roommate, Mara,” Piper said, gesturing to the both of them respectively. Henry nodded to the other girl and she gave Henry a sweet smile.
“Thanks for the invite, but no thanks. I have...other plans in mind,” Mara replied an air of mystery to her voice. Henry furrowed his eyebrows for a second as he looked up at her, her thick, dark-rimmed glasses reflecting some of the light from the open porthole. The way she said that made him feel a bit uneasy, but he decided not to press the issue.
“Uhhh...okay. No problem, then,” he responded. Piper smiled at him as the three of them remained silent for a beat.
“Was there anything else?” Piper questioned after a moment, a hint of irritation in her voice.
“No, that was it,” Henry said as he stood up straight again, “Just...be safe. Stay out of trouble. You know the rules.”
Piper rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. Henry looked at her with a serious expression and she grinned.
“I got it. I’ll see you later,” she responded as she made her way to the door. Before he could even say goodbye, she was shutting the door in his face.
“Later,” he said to no in particular, before he went to go search for his two friends.
#danger on deck#the suite life on deck fanfic#suite life fanfic#henry danger fanfic#zenry#zelda writes#zwrites#*#I really put a slightly more specific description for Mara knowing damn well no one is going to see it#ah well#Nesha probably will so#this fic is like mostly for her anyway at this point lskdfj#but the rest of you can read it I guess
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18 “you have no idea what you do to me, do you?” + 42 “is this okay? do you want this?”
Let me see if I can combine these two. I had some ideas whenever I initially read the prompts, then I went to sleep. But, YES - I am still accepting these.
If nobody else was going to wear their sunscreen, Beth certainly was. Only, the outfit that she had on would require her back to have it too, and well, she usually made do with the arms that genetics gave her, but she's got friends now and one of them would help her her out.
"Can one of you help me put lotion on my back?" She wondered.
To her surprise, Mike and Jakeem practically came running back to the lake house, only to be intercepted by Rick. He wore a slightly amused, slightly annoyed expression as he let them know, "I've got it, but I'm sure Beth is pleased by your heroic leaps to action."
Beth forced a smile and nodded, "Heroic, indeed. That was some.. some swift action, boys." When they returned to whatever they were going to get into before that, she finally laughed freely and commented, "teenage boys really don't care, do they?"
Rick made a confused face and squeezed some of the Black Girl Sunscreen into his hand, "What do you mean?" He wondered. He rubbed his hands together briefly, then set his palms at the back of her shoulders and worked his way down as her breath caught a few times.
"I MEAN that we both know they only wanted a chance to touch a girl and they weren't even mindful of what girl they were gonna touch. They just wanted to go for it."
Rick massaged areas that had a little more lotion than he meant to have and applied more for the lower back. "I don't think it was like that at all. They saw a chance to rub lotion on a pretty girl and they both tried to be chosen to have that luxury." Beth giggled, either by his assessment or his touch on her lower back, but either way, it sent tingles through his body. "And who can blame them?"
"Well, good thing their good friend Rick was around to take one for the team and avoid them having to fight over this so called luxury." She laughed, but Rick paused. "Are you all done?"
"I got stuck on the image of some other dude rubbing his hands all over you."
She joked, "And I'm sure that image ruined your day."
"Almost did, then I remembered it wasn't real."
He handed her the bottle and she wondered, "Do you need any? You're shirtless today." Her eyes lingered a little longer than she'd planned on his body.
"Do I need some of your Black Girl Sunscreen?" He asked with a chuckle.
"Made with melanin in mind, but you can borrow some if you need it."
His eyes glazed over and now it was his turn to linger on her shape. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you?" She opened her mouth, but she was speechless. He shook his head, forcing himself to tear his eyes away from her moisturized skin. "No, thanks. There's no way that I'd survive your hands rubbing on my body."
He walked off before she had the chance to say anything. Just as well. He'd rendered her frozen in place with that statement.
.
Looks were sneaked through the entire day. He kept his distance, unsure if he'd crossed a line earlier, but not wanting to press his luck in case he did...
But, she looked his way a lot, and though they talked less than they usually did, her eyes were saying more than ever before.
There were dinner and movies later. The team taking turns with their showers while horror movies played and dinner was around the TV. Beth didn't like horror movies very much. Unless they had a great storyline and minimal gore. So, even though the movie was on, she wasn't paying attention, and whenever she finished in the bathroom, she called out to the next person and retired to her room.
After a while, she didn't care to be alone. She hadn't been paying attention, but she'd heard enough ominous music and jumpscares in the background to unnerve her just a little.
She grabbed her bottle of lotion and knocked on Rick's door. He opened it, wet from the shower, shirtless with shorts on and a towel on his neck that he was drying his hair with. "Hey?" He said and looked her over.
Beth had on a pajama short set with spaghetti straps and her hair bonnet. She looked ready for bed, but the last thing Rick thought about when he saw her was sleep. "Hey! Part 2 of being my lotion buddy?" She smiled and waved the bottle of lotion around.
Rick turned a shade of red,but he nodded and backed up to let her in. She closed the door, he noticed. Because he'd just thought to himself that the door should probably stay open just in case. But, he wasn't going to open it back.
Beth sat on his bed and began lotioning her arms and legs. He'd paused drying his hair to stare. No wonder her skin was glorious. She took really good care of it, apparently. When she handled her thighs and collarbone, he was especially attentive. She smiled at him and asked, "And whenever you're ready, my back.."
Rick nodded and tossed his towel aside to come over. Beth's eyes traced his form and landed on his shorts and their fit before averting her eyes back to his, to find them alight and smiling. Her face warmed and she turned her back to him, both for his access and to hide her uncontrollable smile.
Rick's hands were working differently than earlier. She could sense that something shifted between them. Or rather, that what was always between them was finally out on display. She moved closer to him and heard a hitch in his breath when she brushed up against his... Shorts. She whispered, "Sorry." (She wasn't. And he knew).
"Not a problem..." He whispered back, so close to her ear that his lips brushed them, causing her to make a little noise of her own too. "Thing is.. I can't finish your back with you this close."
"Hmm... Wanna do anything else?" She wondered.
He handed her the bottle. "If you don't mind? Maybe I need to start taking better care of my skin too. So I can be as..." He traced his hand down her arm and she shivered, "Supple."
Beth turned around, readjusting so that her legs weren't in their way, which meant that they were crossed in a way that would have her legs open towards him or tucked beneath her. She went with that, although she landed on the first briefly and noticed Rick notice. She waited for him to move, as right now, she was sitting on her knees in between his legs and her eyes went to his shorts again.
She wouldn't be so bold as to say something about the presence inside of them or let her eyes tarry too long, but she thought about his question earlier in the day as she opened the lid to the lotion. Earlier he said that he wouldn't be able to handle her hands on him and now, not only was he open to that, but face to face? And... Alone in his room?
She rubbed a portion between her hands and leaned to start with his face. She'd just go down. "Okay if I just start here and work my way down?"
He smiled, "This is... Nice. Continue." Beth made it from his face, to his neck, shoulders and chest before Rick looked like no matter what happened next, he was willing to risk it all. She squirted another portion into her palm, then readjusted herself to lay back on his pillows and beckoned him over.
Breathing heavily, and thinking along the same lines, he followed and hovered over her. The event inside of his shorts has gathered her attention to the point where ignoring, she rationalized, was cruel to both of them. She reached for the brim of his shorts, lotion at the ready and she whispered, "Is this okay? Do you want this?" All Rick could do manage to do was nod.
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Chapters: 9/?
Fandom: Stargirl (TV 2020)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Beth Chapel/Rick Tyler
Characters: Beth Chapel, Rick Tyler, Courtney Whitmore, Yolanda Montez
Summary:
I’m trying to compile my prompts and oneshots from Tumblr into one place.
#Stargirl CW#stargirl fanfiction#hournite#beth chapel#rick tyler#nesha hournite fics#hournite fics#fics
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