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rodr1cks · 3 years

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Heather Hills | 2.5k

part two

neighbor trope where you’re in love with Rodrick but he can’t stop pining after Heather Hills, takes place during Dog Days

warnings: noncon touching (our ass gets grabbed), swearing, smut, heather is a huge bitch

Tonight was the night. You picked out a black silk dress that hugged your body perfectly. You looked... nice? Nicer than usual, at least.

Still, your mood was melancholy, you weren’t too excited to watch Rodrick drool over Heather all night. Despite this, you put on a smile and met Rodrick outside.

His band members, Rowley, and Greg were crowded together in the back. They always left the passenger seat to you, such gentlemen. As soon as you opened the door you were bombarded with wolf whistles and crude remarks from his cronies. “Rodrick if you don’t tap that I will!” The guitarist exclaimed while eyeing you up and down.

“Guys, guys stop, please,” Rodrick seemed a little unnerved by the banter. After that, the van was silent all the way to the party.

Upon arrival, you began to unpack the van, unloading equipment. “Hey, hey, hey, pretty girl like you doesn’t need to do the heavy lifting,” the guitarist said to you as he winked. He always went out of his way to make you uncomfortable. You laughed a bit to appease him, then walked away.

Gross.

The band was set up and Rodrick was clearly nervous.

“You don’t understand, y/n. This has to be perfect.”

You knew the importance of this going well but you couldn’t decide if you wanted it to. On one hand, he could get Heather Hills, the girl of his dreams. On the other hand, he’d be crushed. Poor Rodrick has already taken enough beatings from the girls at your school.

“I know, you’ll be great, though,” you were unsure of that statement.

“You always know what to say.”

He walked away, ready to start the set of a lifetime.

The guitarist approached you again. “Wish me luck sexy,” he whispered and smacked your ass playfully. You gasped, tears threatening to form in your eyes.

Just brush it off, you’re okay. You need to enjoy the show.

You tried not to think about his pathetic little mustache and the giant pimple that sat squarely between his eyebrows.

Why did Rodrick hang out with such scum?

The first notes of the song rang through the tent. Rodrick was… singing? Heather Hills did not look amused. Panicking, Rodrick signaled to Greg, “FULL DIAPER!”

Dear god.

Banners unfurled and cannons sounded. It was a complete disaster. Somehow the chocolate fountain went haywire and coated half the crowd with liquid chocolate, including Heather. Shit. Rodrick was done for.

Everybody pitched in with loading the van and you were out of there in no time. You feared Heather would’ve killed the lot of you if you lingered any longer. Greg and Rowley were the only passengers this time. You and Rodrick were in the front seat, not speaking.

“Rodrick, can I tell you something?”

You knew Greg and Rowley were caught up in their own conversation but you didn’t want to risk them overhearing, so you whispered. Rodrick nodded.

“Your guitarist, h-he uhm, he kind of touched me before your set.” Rodrick’s eyes widened. “Where?” he asked you sternly. “He kind of grabbed my ass.” You looked down, embarrassed. “Great, now Heather hates me and I’m short a guitarist.”

On the way back to Rodrick’s, you passed a gas station and you asked him to pull over.

“Rodrick let me out at this gas station, pretty please!”

He groaned and pulled into the lot. You ran in and made a beeline for the fridges in the back.

Where is it, where is it, ah!

Mint chip and cookie dough, both your favorites. You checked out and ran back to the van. Rodrick looked over, delighted when he saw your purchases. “He ruffled your hair and muttered a thank you. You smiled, “And that’s not all,” you pulled out two candy bars for the chocolate coated fugitives in the back.

Rodrick parked on the street in front of The Heffley household.

“Alright, everybody out!”

Greg and Rowley filed out as did you. Rodrick stayed put. “Aren’t you coming?” He nodded at you, “I have something to take care of first. Put the ice cream in the freezer and take a shower. Get that chocolate off of you.” He gestured at your hair and face which were coated in chocolate.

What could he need to do right now? Probably off to find Heather Hills and beg for her highness’ forgiveness.

You did as he said and borrowed his shower for a bit. You felt instant relief as the warm water trickled down your shoulders, chocolate melting away along with your stress. After your shower, you grabbed one of Rodrick’s t-shirts.

Lending you a shirt was the least he could do, considering the hell he’d put you through.

What a fucking night it’s been.

You sat around for a bit, awaiting Rodrick’s return. You heard the door swing open downstairs. He walked up the stairs to his room, ice cream pints in hand. You smiled at him before your gaze lingered down to his knuckles.

“Holy shit, Rodrick. What the fuck did you do?”

He looked down, “Well you told me what my guitarist did to you and I- I couldn’t help it. He needed to know what he did was out of line.”

Your jaw dropped, “So you what? Broke his nose?” He rolled his eyes at your theatrics, “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” Had Rodrick really beat somebody up for you?

“So are we gonna eat this ice cream or what?”

You both sat on Rodricks couch, limbs entangled, eating your ice cream. He looked over at you, “Switch?” You shrugged, passing him your mint chip and grabbing his cookie dough. For the next half hour, you both sat in silence, processing the night’s events.

“Hey, I’m sorry about Heather.”

“Y’know, y/n, I realized something while I was performing. Heather Hills wasn’t by the stage cheering me on, Heather Hills doesn’t go out of her way to be kind to my family, Heather Hills wouldn’t look that good that tiny black bikini of yours,” Rodrick smirked, “and most importantly, Heather Hills didn’t buy me my favorite ice cream to make me feel better. Heather Hills doesn’t care for me like you do.”

You weren’t really processing everything. Was he hitting on you? Or flirting or… He cut your thoughts short by grabbing your waist and pulling you on top of him. “Woah what are you-“ He shushed you and grabbed your ice cream from your hand, setting it on the table.

Rodrick grabbed your hands, halting your mindless fiddling. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize how good you are to me earlier, y/n. I know that probably made you feel like dog shit.”

You let out a choked laugh. “Yeah, it did. But, you know now?” He placed one of his large hands on your cheek, using his thumb to stroke your face gently, “Yeah, pretty girl, I do.”

Pretty girl. Your stomach churned and your face turned bright red. Rodrick leaned in slowly and gently kissed you. His lips felt heavenly, they were soft and warm and better than you could’ve imagined. “God I’ve wanted to sink my teeth into you ever since I saw you in that little bathing suit.”

His voice was low and guttural, nothing like you’d heard before. This was a new Rodrick and you had no idea how to react, all you could do was sit there and stutter helplessly.

You could melt. Was this really happening? You had to check.

“Is this really happening?”

You felt him smile. He licked a stripe from your collarbone to your jaw, “You tell me.” You moaned quietly as his grasp on your waist tightened.

“How long have you wanted this, y/n? Wanted me?”

Your stomach clenched at his words, might as well tell the truth. “Since sophomore year. I-I went to one of your gigs and you didn’t see me” His hand moved to your breast and you sucked in a breath. “You looked so good on stage, I knew I wanted your hands all over me,” you managed to gasp out.

“I knew you were there,” he said matter-of-factly. You froze. “I told my mom, part of why she likes you so much, thinks you’re supportive of me or something.”

Is he serious, this is humiliating.

“I remember what you were wearing, too. A little red dress, you stood out. Never knew the neighbor girl cleaned up so nice until that night.”

He must’ve sensed your embarrassment, “Hey, it’s okay, no need to be shy.” You eased up a little bit, your hands finding his hair and gently pulling. “Atta girl.”

As things got more heated, he got more eager. At one point he looked up at you, silently asking for permission to remove your shirt. You nodded, laughing at him, “A gentleman, I see.” He made stern eye contact with you,

“I don’t have to be.”

He tore your (his) shirt over your head and stopped when he found you were wearing nothing underneath.

“Naughty, naughty girl.”

You wanted his shirt off too, along with everything else. You wanted to see him, feel him. You made quick work of removing his t-shirt and discarding it on the floor behind you.

You could feel his hard on through your panties and it was driving you insane. “Rodrick,” you panted, “I need you, please.”

The hand he was using to roll your nipple between his fingers moved to your clit and rubbed gentle circles over it. “Since you asked so nicely,” he grinned.

Your hand flew on top of his and he winced. “Oh shit, right, your hand! I’m so so-,” he flipped you onto your back and stood up from the couch. Your stomach dropped before you understood what he was doing. He fought with his belt for a moment before pulling it off and sliding his jeans and boxers off.

Christ he’s big.

He resumed his position on the couch and began stroking his cock while hovering above you. He leaned down to kiss your collar bone sweetly.

You muttered one last plea before he positioned himself in front of you.

“Are you ready for me, pretty girl?”

God there he goes again.

You arched your back up in response, letting out a small sigh of desperation. This was all so new, you had no idea Rodrick could be so… well spoken?

Rodrick took a deep breath as he bottomed out. The air was knocked out of your lungs. Fucking Christ. He split you in half with ease, groaning as he rolled his hips against you.

“R-Rodrick?” He muttered something indistinct in response. “Is this your first time?” He looked kind of embarrassed. “Yeah, uh, it is, yes.” Part of you was happy it was his first time. The other part of you felt bad for him. You knew that if girls would’ve just given him a chance, they’d see how incredible he was-

You were torn from your thoughts by Rodrick pulling out and slamming back into your willing body. You nearly screamed. He continued at an absolutely brutal pace.

“Jesus christ, Rodrick, never knew you could do this,” you gasped out, eyes rolling back.

He smirked down at you before pulling out, grabbing your hips, and flipping you over onto your hands and knees. Your head was pressed sideways against the arm of the couch but you didn’t care. Rodrick quickly got back to work, fucking you to the beginnings of your orgasm.

“Rodrick, I’m gonna-“ He grabbed your hair and yanked hard so your back was against his chest,

“Cum on my cock.”

That was all it took, you were gone, shaking and pulsing around him.

After a few more strokes, Rodrick was gone, too. He was grabbing your ass and grinding his hips against you as he finished.

Gently, he pulled out. He rubbed a hand over your ass and admired your raw, red skin.

You rolled back over, panting. “My god, y/n, how did I live without this for so long?” You smiled lazily at the ceiling. He kissed you, clearly spent. You both sat on his couch, heavy panting filling the room.

Rodrick looked over at you, “Ice cream?” He stuck the cup filled with melted sludge in your direction. You put your hand up in protest, “No thank you.” He shrugged, “More for me.” Roderick slurped the melted treat from his spoon. You couldn’t help but laugh at him.

God, Heather would despise this man.

“You know Heather slapped Rowley, right?”

“What? no way?” Rodrick laughed.

“She sure did. Don’t worry though, Rowley got to eat chocolate off of Madison.”

You both spent a moment laughing to yourselves.

You were absolutely satisfied, you could’ve fallen asleep right then and there, on Rodrick’s ratty couch.

“Let’s get you to bed y/n.”

“But I don’t wanna go home, Rodrick!” You whined.

“Who said anything about you going home?”

“Y/n, Mom’s at a writing seminar with Manny and Dad’s at some civil war retreat thing.”

Was he inviting you to stay the night? “Call your mom, tell her you’re with your friend… uh… Heather.”

Giggling, you did just that. “Wait a minute, your parents left you alone with Greg?” He swatted at you playfully, giving you a goofy glare.

Rodrick stood up and offered out his hand. You decided to be cocky and deny his help. In your attempt to stand up, you stumbled, nearly eating shit.

“Woah, woah, easy there tiger,” Rodrick said snarkily, grabbing your waist before you hit the ground. You hadn’t expected to be so unstable.

“Alright, do you want my shirt back, gorgeous?” You nodded sleepily.

He grabbed the previously discarded shirt from the ground and slipped it over your head. He then pushed your hair out of your face and placed a gentle kiss onto your forehead.

Rodrick led you over to his bed. It was a twin but you guys would make it work.

He disappeared for a moment and came back with a rag. “C’mere sweetheart. You turned to face him slowly as he sat down on the bed. He began tenderly wiping between your thighs.

“Look at you, so beautiful,” he mused. Out of instinct, you looked away from him. “I mean it, y/n.”

He climbed into bed with you, his lanky limbs making comfort difficult.

“There we go,” he sighed after you both finally found a comfortable position. You closed your eyes and Rodrick began tracing lines over your lightly clothed back. You could hear the summer rain pattering against his window and you sighed out, completely satisfied.

Nearly asleep, you noticed something in the corner of Rodrick’s room. His black and white one star’s with tire marks plastered over them. You rolled your eyes and laughed to yourself.

Heather fucking Hills.

+ literally don’t even speak to me about the grammar or the poorly written smut. act like you do not see it ty. and please send me rq’s!!

#rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick smut #rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid #smut #rodrick fanfiction

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marvelous-imagines · 4 years

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His girl

Johnny Lawrence x kreese's daughter reader

Request:I love this! But like what about an imagine where the reader is kreese's daughter and a total badass (excuse my language please) and Johnny falls hard.... Maybe.... Please 🥺

Warnings: mild language. Fluff

@farewell-to-all

The sound of hard rock music blared from the speakers in the auto shop, well the garage, but you liked to call it your auto shop. It's a place you come and unwind, de-stressing by cleaning and tweaking a bit on your beat up 1967 chevrolet camaro, it's red paint chipping off a bit, black two lines racing down the hood of it. While you was distracted by washing the car you loved dearly, you didn't even notice your father walking inside the garage and turning your music off. You look up and can't help the little scowl that etched itself on your face.

"what the hell are you doing? Blasting that garbage loudly" he spoke with annoyance, eye's glued to you. You turn away from him and focus back on cleaning the camaro.

"well, I was cleaning my car while listening to music, but obviously you had to ruin that" you muttered with attitude, making your father angry.

"why don't you take a break from this stupid car and destroying your hearing with that damned music and train some with me in the dojo? God knows you need it" he looks you up and down, eye's flickering over your tiny muscles and weak looking self.

"are you implying I can't take care of myself now?" you ask him, throwing the cloth you held down and standing up, glaring at him.

"I'm implying that you need to learn more about you're own self defense, just looking at you makes me feel pathetic" he said, and even though he didn't intend it to sound insulting you scoff and shake your head.

"why don't you go back to you're dojo and prance around" you spat out, picking the rag back up and wiping the car down. Your father let's out a sigh and heads toward the exit, but stops to turn around towards you.

"you will always be my little girl y/n, I'm just trying to look out for you" you look over your shoulder at him.

"yeah? Well I'm capable of protecting myself, you've done taught me everything I need to know about self defense" you grumbled, he nods and walks out. You sigh and look at the red and black car with a little frown. Maybe you should show up at the cobra Kai dojo one day, surprise your father. You was growing a bit rusty with swift kicks and blocking....

The corner stores neon lights light up the darkness of the street. The moon out as the sun had descended the sky hours ago. Shutting your camaro off you step out of the car and head into the store, in search of snack foods and soda, tonight's planned dinner. Walking into the store you walk around, scanning the isles for whatever catches your eye's. But then you heard loud chatter among a group of people, when you take a peek like the curious person you are at the people you see a small group of guys, all wearing red jackets. You soon realize that it's cobra Kai jackets.

"hey beautiful, you look like you could really use a few drinks, wanna come along to a party with me and my friends?" you look away from the group of guys and see dark haired man standing beside you. Giving the stranger a unimpressed look you shake your head.

"I'm gonna pass, but thinks for the weird offer" you say and take a bag of chips off the shelf along with some bread.

"oh c'mon gorgeous, it'll be fun" he pushed, following you through the store. You take a six-pack of soda of another shelf and head for the checkout.

"listen pal. I said no, so leave me alone before I make you" you threatened, that caught the attention of the cobra Kai group. Placing the stuff in your arms down you watch the cashier scan them. But much to your dismay the stranger wouldn't leave....

"oh yeah? What's a small little girl like you gonna do?" he goes to grab your arm but you grab his hand and twist his rest, swiftly kicking his legs out from under him, causing him to fall on his knees where you then kick his chest.

"that" was all you said as you throw cash on the counter and grab your stuff and leave. But a certain someone followed you.

"hey! Wait up" you sling the bags into the passenger seat and lean on the car, watching the blonde man approaching, stopping in front of you with a impressed smile.

"that was awesome what you did back there, I was going to kick that guys ass for you but... It looks like you can handle you're own just fine" he said, blue eye's on you, but then look at the car behind you, "67 camaro, nice" he muttered with a grin.

"what did you want? Not to be rude or anything but I have dinner to make" you crossed your arms and look at the handsome man, although you didn't know him he had caused your heart to skip a beat, with those gorgeous blue eye's and soft face, you found it infuriating how gorgeous he really was.

"I originally wanted to say that you left your soda, but now I wanna look at this car" he points at the car with a smile, eye's alight with joy. You sigh and let a small smile etch its way on your face.

"take a look if you want, just don't try and steal it or anything" you joke while popping the hood open, letting him see inside. He chuckles while walking around to see the beauty of the motor.

"after what I saw in there, I don't think I have the balls to try and steal it" he joked right back, making you giggle.

"I'm y/n by the way" you outstretched your hand awaiting a handshake. He shakes your hand with a smile.

"johnny" he introduced as he then watches how you point out the cars original parts and the ones that you had put in yourself.

It was that night Johnny had started developing feelings for you. But the night he knew he was in love with you... That was a night he wouldn't forget.

Seated on the hood of your car, parked on a old barely used road, you and Johnny look over the city, eating candy as the radio played some rock song. After knowing Johnny for a few months you and him became close friends, he really dug your 'I don't give a shit' personality along with how tough you truly were. Needless to say, Johnny was smitten unbeknownst to you. That's how you found yourself here, head leaning on his shoulder as you was Laughing at Johnny's story he was telling you, about how he tried buying beer by flirting with the middle aged cashier lady.

"there is no way you actually thought that'd work!" you laugh, taking a sip of your drink as he chuckles. Arm wrapped around you.

"it's worked before I thought it would work again! No need to laugh at me" he says with a wide grin, sipping from his beer he managed to get.

"you're such a dork sometimes" you say, laughing lightly. Johnny hums a little in amusement.

"I'm not a dork" he defended himself with a teasing smile, looking down at you.

"says the man who thought a 50 year old woman would sell him beer just because he complemented her hair" you boop his nose making him scrunch it up and turn his head.

Just then a bunch of other teens pull up on the beautiful sight, loud music blaring from their car. You roll yours eyes and feel Johnny's hold on you tighten. The protective gesture warming your heart, even though you both knew you could handle your own well enough.

"looks like a couple of love-birds stole our spot guys" a man spoke up, his voice already pissing you off. Johnny could tell and throws the teens a glare.

"knock it off man, we were hear first" he tossed his beer bottle aside and keeps a eye on the jerks.

"oh yeah? We don't care, now beat it before you regret it losers!" a girl said from the girl, laughing along with the other man and girl in the car. Johnny jumps down from the hood of your camaro and looks them up and down.

"I Think you'll be the ones to regret it if you don't take you're pansy ass's down the road" johnny threatens. You stand beside him and watch how the man who spoke before gets out of the car along with the other one, the two girls staying put.

"shit, what are you doing do about it blondie? Braid our hair?" they laugh, but you felt anger boiling up within you at the goons.

"he's gonna break you're nose, or maybe I will" you growl at the men, making them burst out laughing. Johnny tenses his jaw, fists clenched. You could feel anger rolling off him. But you place a hand on his shoulder calming him down somewhat.

"like you could even throw a punch!" they laughed, really testing your patience. "you're nothing but a -

"a what?! Uh? " johnny seethes, blue eye's fixated a hard gaze on them.

"a little bitch" and that was all it took to have you pounce, shoving passed Johnny and using all the lessons and training your father taught you, kicking, punching and dodging like a professional. Your movements was fast, swift. You didn't even realize it but Johnny was stood frozen in his place, heart pounding, eye's glued to you absolutely kicking those men's ass. He knew he should have helped you, but he couldn't, he was hypnotized by you, how gorgeous you looked, how absolutely sexy it was with how you showed these jerks no mercy....

When the fight was over with the men left in a hurry, faces bruised and swollen, noses bleeding. You smirk and turn around to see Johnny in a trance, his eyes on you as his lips was parted in amazement.

"that was... Wow...." he muttered, causing you to laugh at him, patting him on the shoulder.

"I'm obliged to have you staring at my ass the whole time Lawrence" you say, making him blush and began to stutter. "now I do believe we have a whole bag of chocolates to finish" you say hoping back up onto the hood of the car, eye's watching Johnny with amusement.

"I wasn't staring at you're ass!" he tried to explain but you laugh and shake your head at him. He hops up beside you and watched you open a chocolate bar and take a bite, offering him a bite from yours he indulges. His eyes unable to leave you.

"you have chocolate on your face" you giggle at him, when he goes to wipe it off he completely missed, so you take your thump and wipe it off the corner of his lips, pausing for a moment to take in how close your faces were, his blue eye's locked on your own y/e/c one's. You lean in closer, his breath fanning over your face as you feel his nose slightly bump yours.

He was the one that closed the distance between you, his soft lips moving against yours in a frantic passionate way, his hand instantly on the back of your neck pulling you closer to him, causing you to let out a little sound of surprise into the kiss. Smiling as you placed a hand on his chest, but your lungs longed for air, forcing him to pull away and smile down at you. You felt a flutter in your heart at the way he looked at you in that moment, with such love and affection, a sparkle you'd never forget...

Although Johnny knew that was when he fell in love with you, you knew he had feelings for you at the beginning.

Standing in your father's dojo you practiced moves on a dummy, practicing more so on your kicks, roundhousing and trying to practice getting your legs up higher with each brutal kick you landed. Watching from Afar was Johnny and his friends. Watching how your father teaches you different techniques. Johnny let's a little grin spread across his face, eye's glued to you.

"she's hot, look at how powerful those kicks are" Tommy said, making Johnny smack his arm.

"that's my girl, shut up" he said, eye's never leaving you.

"God her thighs are so freaking toned!" another said. But luckily Johnny didn't hear, to caught up in how you landed one final kick, earning criticism from your father. He stormed off and you looked over at Johnny and wink.

He was absolutely smitten with you. Even though you was kreese's daughter you and you was both dating in semi secret, he couldn't take his eyes off you. He fell hard for you...

A/n: here it is! I hope you like darling! Sorry if it took a bit long to write, and I apologize if it's not good👉👈🥺

#johnny lawrence #johnny lawrence x reader #Johnny Lawrence imagine #william zabka #cobra kai #the karate kid #daniel larusso

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the-record · 3 years

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The City of Romance (Part 2)

Summary: On Spencer’s mandatory leave, he plans a trip to Paris, France where he meets an unforgettable face.

Part 2 summary:

Italics: Translation French to English. Bold: Song lyrics

Songs: Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds by The Beatles - You Belong with Me by Taylor Swift

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Non-BAU!Fem!Reader

A/N: I love writing this, there will definitely be more parts <3

Part 1, Part 3

Check out my masterlist here!

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Spencer.” You smiled hearing his voice.

“Hey. You ok?”

“Yeah just wanted to make plans and I hate texting.” You giggle softly.

“Same. It takes way to long. And yeah. Where do you want to go?”

“It’s kind of a surprise. Just look nice and I will pick you up on Saturday at 5. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect. See you then.” You hung up and ran to your closet to pick out an outfit. You chose a dress that could be both casual or formal depending on what shoes and jewelry you wore. A tight green dress. With heels, gold necklace, fancy earrings, and rings made it fancy. With converse and a silver necklace with simple silver rings made it casual. Hair curled and up was casual and fancy. Perfect. Now all you had to do was wait.

Saturday could not have come fast enough. You threw on the dress and did some natural makeup. You curled your hair and put it into a ponytail, taking out some pieces to frame your face. The doorbell of your uncles house rang as you finished your hair. You ran downstairs as fast as you could and opened the door.

“Spencer! Come in!” He nodded and stood by the door.

“You look gorgeous.” You felt the blush on your cheeks.

“Thank you. I didn’t know whether this was casual or fancy...” You tried to play that off so he would give you a hint.

“Very casual.” You smiled and nodded.

“Sounds good. I’ll be right back.” He nodded and leaned against the wall as you ran upstairs. You put on the converse and jewelry quickly before doing a onceover and going back down, carefully this time. “Ready?” He nodded and lead you to his car, opening the passengers side door for you. What a gentleman. “Ok so where are we going?” You questioned.

“That’s a surprise.” You chuckled softly and rolled your eyes. You turned on the radio.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

“Do you know the song?” You look at Spencer and your jaw drops.

“You don’t know Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds?” He shakes his head and smiled. “Wow ok. Next date we are teaching you about music because I am utterly shocked right now.” He stopped at the red light and looked at you.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

“Next date?” You felt butterflies in your stomach as you realized what you said. You looked down at your hands even as his eyes were on you. “Wait, it’s okay. I would really like that actually.” You looked up at him.

“Really?” He nodded. “Great.” He drove a little longer while you sang to the music on the radio station. He pulled up to a mini golf course. “Mini golf?” You smiled and hopped out the car.

“Do you like it?” You smiled and took his arm.

“I love it.” It was warm outside. Spencer was in jeans, converse high tops, and a sweater. He looked absolutely adorable. You went to the front desk to pay for the night. You both got clubs and a fun colored golf ball before heading outside. Unsurprisingly you were both terrible and spent 15 minutes at each hole. “God we suck.” You giggle.

“I have to agree. Maybe mini golf wasn’t the best choice of date.” You nodded in agreement.

“Actually, I think it’s pretty great. I mean, we get to spend time together and get to know each other. I think it’s perfect.” You see the blush rise to his cheeks. “How about we go get ice cream or something?” He takes your hand in his and now it’s your turn to blush. The heat rises to your cheeks and the butterflies in your stomach are flipping and running into your skin.

“That’s sounds like a great idea.” You walk with down the streets hand in hand until you make it to an ice cream parlor. “What kind are you getting?” You look up at him.

“Chocolate chip cookie dough. It’s the best.” He smiles and nods making a mental note of that.

“One vanilla cone and a chocolate chip cookie dough cone please.” He pulls out his wallet and you try to stop him but he proceeds anyways. “I’m taking you out, this is my treat so I am paying.” You finally give in. The ice cream is smooth and creamy. It has the perfect about of ice cream to cookie dough. “How is it?”

“To die for. How’s yours?”

“Perfect.” You smiled and take another bite of your dessert. You eventually make it back to the car and neither of you have any food left in your hands. It’s been such a long day you fall asleep in the car on the way back. When you wake up he is bent down next to you trying to wake you up. “Hey, we’re here.” You put your arms around his shoulders to help you up and he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t twitch or shake you away, he embraces you and helps you up. You pull out your key and unlock the door to David’s mansion.

“I had a really nice time tonight.” You kissed his cheek a little closer to his lips than last time. “Bye Spence, I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Bye. Have a good night.” You smile as he walks away and when you close the door, your whole body leans against the door before sliding to the ground. Your body is to heavy for you feet to hold up. You felt weightless. Like you just might fly away if something didn’t hold you down. But you weren’t weightless so your feet hurt like a bitch.

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“No absolutely not! You cannot tell me Mozart is better than The Beatles! You are crazy Spence! I have been over 4 times to show you new music and still, you think classical music is the best!” You got up to put on a new record. It was Taylor Swift’s album Fearless.

“It’s better! Stop denying it.” You scoffed and placed the vinyl down before moving the needle over. It started playing ‘You Belong With Me’ one of your all time favorites. “Oh no, no more of your music. Please, I’m sorry for insulting The Beatles but this is torture.” You rolled your eyes and dropped your head.

“Nuh uh uh! This is Taylor Swift and we are listening to it, period.”

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset She's going off about something that you said 'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

You sing every single word, getting each lyric and note right. You serenade the man in front of you.

I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like And she'll never know your story like I do

Spencer laughs as you dance around his apartment singing the song like no one’s watching. He told you to bring your own music because all of his was classical which thoroughly annoyed you how uncultured he is.

But she wears short skirts I wear T-shirts She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

You stare him down in the eyes for the next part.

If you could see that I'm the one Who understands you Been here all along So, why can't you see? You belong with me You belong with me

His eyes flicker to your lips but you don’t say anything about it yet. To be fair, your eyes did the same. You got a little closer to him, still dancing and bouncing around.

Walk in the streets with you in your worn-out jeans I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself Hey, isn't this easy?

You put your finger out and tip up his chin so he looks you in the eyes. He smiles, perfect for the next lyrics.

And you've got a smile That can light up this whole town I haven't seen it in a while Since she brought you down You say you're fine, I know you better than that Hey, what you doing with a girl like that?

You back away once again, winking at him as you move. He thinks he’s imagined it but he definitely hasn’t. It’s all real. You, him, the music, the wink. Everything is real.

She wears high heels I wear sneakers She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one Who understands you Been here all along So, why can't you see? You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor All this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me You belong with me

Suddenly your almost stomping on the ground to the beat, getting ready for the next part.

Oh, I remember you driving to my house In the middle of the night I'm the one who makes you laugh When you know you're 'bout to cry And I know your favorite songs And you tell me 'bout your dreams Think I know where you belong Think I know it's with me

Your words become softer and softer as you sing. Your voice lowering slightly every word.

Can't you see that I'm the one Who understands you? Been here all along So, why can't you see? You belong with me

You come closer to Spencer and pull him up off his couch so you are standing right in front of each other. Your faces creep closer and closer as you finish the song.

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor All this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me You belong with me

He pulls you in for a soft and sweet kiss which your reciprocate, throwing your arms around his neck. He hugs you close by the waist.

You belong with me Have you ever thought just maybe You belong with me? You belong with me

“I like Taylor Swift.” You giggle against his lips.

“Well isn’t that amazing. Lucky for you I have all of her albums.” You place another kiss on his soft lips. “I like that.”

“I like that too.” You rest your head on his chest as ‘Breathe’ plays. “I think you might have to show me new music more often.” You bite your lip to try and hide your smile but fail.

“My email!” You gasp. “I was supposed to get an email about the job at that elementary school.” You pull out of his arms and race to your computer that you brought over. You see the email and run back over to him, pulling him towards it. “I can’t open it, you have to.” You instruct. He stands behind you and puts his arms on each side, moving the mouse and clicking on it. Your eyes screwed shut and when he realized and whispered into your ear.

“Congrats pretty girl.” You gasp and open your eyes, skimming over the email. Spencer goes to his kitchen and pulls a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Your face is bright and excited. You’re glowing and the ice cream makes it better. You both sit on the couch and eat ice cream as a celebration. He puts his arm around you and kisses your head. “I knew you would get the job.” You smile and lean into his chest.

“Thank you.” You look up and place go in for a kiss but wipe ice cream on his nose instead. “Oops!” He scoffs and puts some ice cream on your nose. “Spencer!” He chuckles and wipes your nose then his.

“I’m sorry love. I won’t ever wipe ice cream on your nose again.” You lean in for a kiss, and this time, you don’t stop.

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“Hello lovelies!” You enter the bullpen with boxes of pastries and cookies in your hands. “International gifts for my favorite people.” You place the boxes on Spencer’s desk before giving him a quick peck.

“You are a goddess woman!” You smile at Derek’s comment.

“Sorry, I’m taken.” You open a box and pull out an éclair for yourself, taking a big bite. Spencer moves his chair a little and pulls you into his lap causing you to jump and almost scream at the sudden movement. “Spencer Reid I swear I will have your head in a basket if you ever do that again!” You smack his shoulder with your free hand. He places a kiss on your cheek.

“Ok, I’m sorry I won’t do it again.” You smile as the team all comes to get something from the boxes.

“Ugh, Hotch they’re doing it again!” Emily yells, pretending to be disgusted by you and Spencer.

“Someone’s grouchy today.” You point out, leaning into Spencer’s chest.

“Hey, what’re you doing here today anyways? Don’t you have work?” JJ asks. You smile and shake your head.

“Kindergarten got out early today. I don’t know why, but the district gave us early release.”

“That is so not true. We all know this is an excuse to see Reid because you don’t know what else to do.” You roll your eyes at Derek’s comment.

“That is not true. I actually have a lot of shit to do today. I have to go get candy and costumes for Halloween, get my classroom reset up and decorated, clean, go to the post office, make lesson plans, really I just wanted to stop by and bring you all food. Seeing my boyfriend was just an added plus. And what happened to me being a goddess like 10 minutes ago?” You hummed. “Ok well I am going to go say hi to the rest of the team. I love you.” You kissed Spencer’s head and walked to Hotch’s office with a box of treats in hand. “You’ve got mail.” You opened his door and walked over to bring him something to eat. He grabbed out a croissant and placed it on his desk. “Get something for Jack too.”

“Really?” You nod. “Thanks. How’s teaching going?” The sound of happy children rang through your ears.

“I love it so much however apparently we get early release so the kids got the rest of the day off. How’s catching twisted minds going?” He sighs and rubs his head before leaning back into his chair.

“Never get’s an easier. Alright well I assume you have busy day so I will let you get on. Thanks for the food.” You nodded and closed the door on your way out. Next stop, David’s office.

“Come in.” You opened the door.

“Mom says hi.” He looks up and smiles at you.

“Good morning Bella.” You smile and bring the box towards him and place on his desk when your phone rings in your back pocket. You smiled and step out to take the call. You stand in the hallway to talk.

“Y/N, es-tu là?“ “Y/N, are you there?”

“Ouais maman, je suis là. Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?” “Yeah mom, I’m here. What’s wrong?”

“Je ne sais pas. Je ne peux pas respirer.” “I don’t know. I can’t breathe.”

“OK OK. Peux-tu faire quelque chose pour moi? Inspirez pendant 5 secondes, maintenez pendant 6 et expirez pendant 7.” “Ok Ok. Can you do something for me? Breathe in for 5 seconds, hold for 6, and out for 7.”

You listen and hear your mom, breathing as you count. You hear her breath steady out and it calms you.

“Bon travail. Pouvez-vous me chercher Nicolette? Donnez-lui le téléphone et prenez un verre d'eau.” “Good job. Can you get Nicolette for me? Hand her the phone and get a glass of water.”

“Qui.” “Yes.”

You hear the phone moving and the sounds of people conversing in French in the background.

“Salut?” “Hello?”

“Salut c'est moi. Maman vient d'avoir une crise de panique alors peux-tu l'aider? Je l'ai amenée à réguler sa respiration mais je ne peux pas m'empêcher de beaucoup parler au téléphone.” “Hey, it's me. Mom just had a panic attack so can you help her? I got her to regulate her breathing but I can't help much over the phone.”

“L'amour bien sûr. Je t'appellerai et un peu.” “Of course love. I will call you in a little.”

“Merci. Dis à maman que je t'aime pour moi. Au revoir.” “Thank you. Tell mom I love you for me. Bye.”

Your breathing relaxes and you realize the time. You’ve been here much longer than you thought you would be.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 5 years

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Euphoria

4/20 oneshot. #Erik × OC, Erik × reader, smut

Erik heard the distinct sound of flip flops clapping linoleum and turned to catch the fleeting view of Erin's ass jiggling in her Ralph Lauren grey briefs before she disappeared into the kitchen where his boy, Jabril was unbagging shit he'd bought from the Walmart ten minutes away. “Boy! Why you ask me what I wanted if you wasn't gonna bring it. Where my chips at,” he heard Erin challenge. He could imagine her face. Her even brown skin, round youthful cheeks that made her look like she was still stuck in her teens, dark black eyes squinted in eternal annoyance, a snub nose, and curved lips. The top was skinny but the bottom was fat like his.

In his head, she was staring Bril down, using her age to pull rank since she was the slightly older twin. She was probably wearing a satin bonnet, smacking her scalp with the heel of her palm or digging in something with them long ass nails.

Jabril made his way out of the kitchen and tossed Erik an Arizona Iced Tea, hopping over the back of the couch to fall into the cushion. He cracked open his Mountain Dew and Erik started the game, Street Fighter. “Get ready to get fucked up nigga,” Jabril smirked grabbing the second controller.

“Nah, run this fade,” Erik quipped choosing his fighter.

“Y'all dumb,” Erin muttered from behind.

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You stomped into the living room, slowing up and sliding your feet in your white slides when you recognized the guest with broad shoulders sitting on your couch across from the TV and next to your brother. His best friend from uni. You'd recognize that nappy headed egg dome anywhere.

“So you remember his drink but you can't remember chips,” you frowned, lip twisted. “You put a nigga over your own blood.. My mouth was set. Why you couldn't just get my chips, nigga?”

“These fuckin chips..,”Jabril groaned, pressing buttons on the PS4 controller. “What you tryna get liposuction for if you just gonna eat chips?”

Your eyes flashed to the back of Erik's head for the briefest of seconds but he didn't seem to care. You hated when your brother exposed your business in front of people.

“That's cool, you don't wanna get me my chips. I got you next time you want me to get yo ugly bum ass scrub ass in the club.”

“You bugging, shit..” Jabril blew through his mouth and chucked the controller so that it skidded a few feet away.

”I'll be back,” he grumbled heading back out.

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Erin dropped onto the couch immediately in Jabril's place, staring at the paused game before picking up the controller.

“Let's play,” she said and the game sparked back to life. Erik didn't question it. If she could play, great. If not, he'd just beat her ass and take the win.

“King's Court,” the game announced. Erik chose his fighter. “Sagat. How dare you challenge the king?” Erik assumed Erin would choose a woman just because she herself was a woman, but she chose Ryu. “Ryu. Go beyond the battle!” The battle started. “Your words are not needed,” Sagat said with folded arms. Ryu assumed his fight pose, “This is the path of my destiny!” Round one. Erik attacked out of the gate with a kick and two tiger uppercuts which connected. His attacks were relentless and Erin had to block or run the risk of dying quickly. Erik refused to go easy, she'd picked up the controller so she had to take that L.

“Fuck you,” she sighed, eyes glued forward. “Do underestimate me, I want you to.”

In all of her ducking and guarding, she found an in and hit him with a couple Hadoukens and a Tatsumaki Senpukyaku kick. “Tiger Uppercut. Break Him Apart… Hadouken. Hadouken.” They were neck and neck. Erik was completely focused on not losing, his eyes glued to the screen. If he wasn't careful, she'd kick his ass and he knew her. She'd rub it in his face then he'd have to act like he didn't care and like he let her win. He hit one more combo and it was enough to deplete her HP. “K.O!” Sagat stood over Ryu laughing. “Round 2. Fight!” The game went much the same way. It was close, but Erin took the win. Erik nodded in acceptance, determined to win it all as Erin sat cocky on her side of the couch. She won round three and Erik was annoyed by the way she pursed her lips in pride all smug like she did something. He nodded again as the game went to round four. The air was tense as they both pulled combos out of their asses. Erik's win.

“Kiss my ass,” he remarked and the final round began.

“I'm a kick ya ass real quick and then my brother can get it next,” she replied running her mouth.

“You talk a lot of shit for someone getting hit with three combos. How bout you block them bitches first,” he said as Sagat kicked the hell out of Ryu. She came back with a couple of combos of her own, but in the end he got the last hit and the victory, throwing the controller onto the couch and jumping up to celebrate. “Got that ass!”

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“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes and crossed your legs, your arms folded over your chest in irritation. You couldn't believe you lost, you'd been so close to the win. That could've easily been anyone's game. You looked back over to Erik who'd dropped back onto the couch and was still glowing with his win. His dimples were deep, his close-lipped smile proud. You could see him feeling himself. When he returned your stare, you wrinkled your nose and stuck your tongue out. It was childish, but it expressed exactly how you felt at the moment.

“You asked for the L, I just gave you what you asked for,” he shrugged pretending to dust off his long black jersey shorts. They had thin red and white stripes up the side.

“You ugly,” you muttered watching his smug grin widen showing off his straight, white, teeth. They looked like veneers. “Steve Harvey lookin ass motherfucka-”

“Says the little ass girl still playing in glitter. Look like you tripped holding the school supplies. Like today you said fuck it I wanna look like a disco ball," he smirked at his own joke. "Tell Jabril to bring some Chinese food when he come. I want shrimp fried rice and egg rolls.”

“I ain't telling him nothing! You tell him,” you snapped, pulling your phone out. You texted Jabril, but not because of Erik. You wanted Chinese too. To the order, you added beef and broccoli and egg foo young. You knew when Jabril opened it he'd be annoyed, but you didn't really care. He wouldn't have had to go back out if he hadn't forgotten your chips in the first place. You'd told him twice and he'd forgotten.

A text came through from a nigga you mess with.. Mario telling you to come by. You wondered how long you could ignore him and leave him on read before he got irritated. Only then would you see him because the sex was always better when he was mad or annoyed. Without that it was just ok. "Who blowing up your phone," Erik asked knowing it wasn't Jabril. Jabril hardly texted back.

"Mind ya big headed business, peanut headed brick bodied ass." Erik's eyes went wide with clear humor as he stared with a stupid grin.

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Erik kicked off his white Jordan's and Erin nudged them with her foot so that they fell over. “Chill,” he smirked moving them to the other side of his legs. “You a sore loser." She smiled sarcastically and his eyes went to her five thick cornrows. They were all neat, but they also looked like they were gripping the hell out her edges. "Your braids so tight it's making my head hurt just looking." She stood casually and walked away heading past the bathroom to her room as he watched her round ass sticking out like a bubble. Her briefs were squeezing her cheeks so tight it cut the oxygen from her brain, that was her problem.

She left her door open and Erik wondered for a moment if he should walk in there. If anything just to see inside. He'd been to their place many times, going in Bril's room but never in her room. That was always off limits, he thought as he walked slowly toward her door. Standing in her doorway, everything was white and crisp for the most part. His eyes searched for what his nose smelled spotting a Glade plugin. It smelled tropical. She kept the good shit for her own room. He watched her rifle through her drawer as he walked in taking a seat in the chair in front of her vanity. It was a solid white leather cushioned chair and it spun. Neither of them said a word and she didn't look over or acknowledge his presence as she turned her music on and sat on the tall white shag puff located on the floor adjacent to him. It was as big as a beanbag chair would've been. Her neck, chest, and thick chocolate thighs glowed as if blessed jointly by moonlight and stardust. He talked a lot of shit, but she did look otherworldly sitting there. His eyes shot straight down to the bulge that was her coochie as her legs fell open as if he really weren't there. He eyed her, gauging her intentions from her vanity chair. She wasn't paying him any attention. He turned back and forth, touching the keys on his phone to read over missed messages, passing up the ones he'd already seen and determined to ignore. He had a roster of his own and was extremely choicy in who he dealt with. Some he texted back, some he left on read.

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“And you ask me who I'm texting. Who's got your attention," you asked causing him to look up. You slipped off your slides and rubbed your feet on the soft white plush rug you bought from Bed, Bath, and Beyond. "Yeah I'm in your business."

"Networking," he smiled, turning an inch back and forth on that swivel chair. You both knew that was a lie. "What you smoking?"

"You can't smell it? Strong as this shit is.. Blue Dream." Lining the honey berry backwoods with the sativa you wrapped it into a neat blunt and sealed it with a small amount of saliva and a lighter, taking a puff and letting it coat your mouth smoothly with blueberry sugar as you exhaled.

"Let me get it," Erik said reaching and you passed the blunt watching him take a smooth puff and look you in the eye handing it back, smoke draining from his lips. You knew he was a heavy smoker. You could tell from the light darkness of his lips. Taking your puff and allowing it to mellow out your head, you passed it back to Erik to hit. Back and forth for the next few minutes, you passed the blunt in calm, comfortable silence as your playlist continued.

She said, "What if I tell you all the things I've done? Would you run away from me?" I told her, "Baby, we all got bags full of shit that we don't want. But I can't unpack it for you, baby."

"Why you ain't got a boyfriend?.. I get why Jabril ain't got a girl, he get really awkward around women and do stupid shit." He shook his head as if reminiscing. He didn't have to tell you your brother was awkward. He'd always been that way. You suspected he was gay and still confused about it. Part of you felt that he had a thing for Erik, but unlike him you were respectful and wouldn't expose him. "What's up with you though," Erik asked staring with his head slightly to the side as if you were an enigma. The smoke leaked from his mouth and you took the blunt putting it to your lips. The sweet taste of mixed berries.

"Why something gotta be up," you said before taking a pull. He looked fascinated, curiosity lighting his deep eyes as you gently blew out. "Where do I start," you sighed smiling at the bed, memories of your past casual sex encounters flooding your mind alongside the sativa. "Sex should be like.. this," you say taking another puff and letting it flow through you, correcting your energy. The taste lingers. "I want euphoria like when I smoke and feel it take me high. I wanna be smacked like when the indica have me layed out. Ain't nobody made me feel that good without me having to train them like a puppy and even then.. it's not natural. It's too constructed and I need something smooth organic."

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As Erin spoke, lost in her thoughts, Erik crept closer to her, crawling next to her on the floor, his eyes scrolling the smooth skin of her jaw and cheek. He slowly rested his fingers flat against the warm skin of her neck. She didn't flinch. He pressed his fingertips into her soft skin ever so lightly as she kept talking. "Most men.. they don't get it. It's something they're not built to understand and I'm convinced it's because they don't have a vagina.. but they simply can't fuck correctly. It's like they're either unfocused and completely selfish in sex.. or they're scared of me and my body so sex can be bori-"

"I can fuck you," he blurted, his filter broken through. She looked at him then, confusion on her face as she searched his eyes looking for an alternative meaning in his words.

"Wha-"

"You heard me." It had been a thought on a few occasions but he'd never spoken on it or expressed interest in her out of respect for Jabril. She was his sister and he knew it would cross an unspoken boundary. Right now though, he was relaxed and feeling good.. energized to an extent. He'd deal with Jabril later.

"You sound confident," she said questioning with unspoken paragraphs in her eyes. He didn't need her to recite them when he could read the lines and between them.

"Whenever I get high.. I like to eat pussy.. from the back," he shrugged. She offered him the blunt with no comment and he chuckled. "What's your safe word?" He gently took the blunt and puffed it, letting it fill his lungs.

"Don't stop," she mused. He smiled, his dimples peaking through.

"And if you truly need me to stop?"

"You'll stop." Her eye contact was even.

"I like you." He blew another cloud of smoke.

"Every man does."

Passing her the blunt, he leaned in to blow the last mouthful of smoke into her mouth. She pulled it in and he leaned back a bit to stare at her curved lips, the bottom one heavy before their lips connected. He held her chin, kissing her more deeply as she returned the energy with equal fervor, her eyes closed and head tilted to get closer. Her lips tasted like the honey berry backwoods and her tongue was like water moving in his mouth. He trailed to kiss the side of her neck, testing her sensitivity and reaction. His tongue swirled on the thin skin followed by his lips pressing firmly into it. Her hand floated up to rub at his jawline, her painted nails dragging through his beard, drawing him closer. He had the greenlight.

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You bit your lip as his tongue slid over your neck. You could feel how slick and wide it was. He had control over it too. You were close to pulling him to your bed and undressing him so you could ride him. You felt like twerking on the dick and the teasing was making your nipples hard. You wondered what he was packing. Taking another puff, you hold it and exhale pulling him to the bed and ashing the blunt. You straddle his thighs, laying him back and he watches you pull your fitted white beater over your head slinging it across the floor before removing your bra and doing the same with it. Flipping you over onto your back, he gets on top and sits up tugging off your grey Ralph Lauren briefs. "Hands and knees," he says stripping off his shirt to expose his Herculean build. He's pure eye candy, peanut head and all but he won't drop his pants just yet. You get in position, shaking your ass in excitement and anticipation. His hands massage your ass cheeks in circular motions and up and down before jiggling them. It's got you wondering how long he's been wanting to do it. He'd never given you a clue. When you felt his warm, wet tongue on your center, his hands still massaging your ass cheeks it was like finally this is happening. His tongue stroked and flicked up and down from hole to clit and back as you twerked, reaching back to lift one cheek to make room for his face which was buried in you. His tongue entered your pussy and your back arched as you could feel its length.

"Oh shit," you chuckled with a gasp. He was really about it. "Erikk..," you smiled in pleasant shock turning to get a glimpse of his bicep sticking out behind you. Then he slid his tongue to your clit and enveloped it with his lips, and you almost cried in joy feeling the heat and the pressure. He alternated dragging that blessed tongue from your clit on up and back down and when you nutted he licked you clean like a plate. He didn't know what he'd just started. Lion Babe played over your speaker.

Can I be sexy please? It's the best remedy. Bring it close, next to me. Go ahead, set it free. Can I be sexy please? Take it off, lemme see. We should touch, candidly. Tell me what, tell me what. Tell me.

"Stop.. let me taste myself off them soupcoolers," you said pushing his head and rolling over. He would've kept going if you'd let him, but you wanted dick too and he wasn't getting off the hook. He dove onto you and you wrapped your arms around his thick neck.

"Where y'all at," Jabril's voice shouted from the living room. You could hear him walking toward your open door. You'd forgotten about the Chinese food.

"Don't come back here, I'm.. menstrating.. hard, very hard so much blood," you yelled scrambling from under Erik's heavy body. You rushed to close and lock your door. He knocked on it and you rolled your eyes looking to the amused Erik. He just held his lips in and smirked.

"That's nasty as fuck," Jabril fussed, "You need some water or something?" Oh now he wanted to be helpful. Helpful twin brother.

"I have water. It's- I'm sorry but can you go back out and bring me some chicken soup, chocolate ice cream, midol, and jumbo pads? Thank you! Love you!"

"Where Erik go," he asked still not leaving. You looked dead in Erik's laughing eyes. "He got a phone call and walked out." It was believable since he'd done it before.

"He left his car?"

"NIGGA DON'T ASK ME! I'M BLEEDING! CAN I HAVE SOME DAMN PADS... PLEASE!"

"Aight, calm the hell down you ugly as shit."

You waited until you heard his footsteps walk away to open the door. He was gone. "Shut up Erik," you sneered, your frown cracking into an irritated smile as you watched him laugh now free to make sound. The room still smelled heavily of the Blue Dream. Your head was like a feather.

"Come here," he said leaning back to pull on the band of his his shorts yanking them down with his own briefs. His meat popped up and stood to attention. His finger curled beckoning you closer and that was the only invitation you needed to mount him.

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Erin bounced on Erik's shaft with his hands under her ass for an assist. She was on fire, her eyes burning into his with clouded lust. He grabbed her by the neck pulling her close so that he could suck on her neck while she rode. She was finna make herself nut again and he was finna let her. She cried out with her release, her motions slowing. "Keep fucking me," he commanded in her ear, thrusting up and holding her tightly in place, forcing her hips to meet his. Her second wind came and she continued riding him like a cowgirl. She ain't know how to act at that point, moaning loudly in his ear. "Mm, fuck," he muttered as she jumped, putting her whole weight and then some on him and his dick, jumping with no breaks. "Either you on the pill or you wanna get pregnant," he gasped grabbing her ass so hard her cheeks spread. She was in another world it seemed. The friction was cosmic and he listened to her yell as she climbed to her orgasm yet again.

Lifting her off of him, he grabbed her chin to kiss her and she shoved her tongue in his mouth for him to suck. He guided her head to his still tall dick, holding her mouth to it. "Suck," he commanded and she pulled it into her mouth with all her juices covering it. "You nasty BITCH," he smirked. She was so nasty and he loved it. The dudes in her past had played themselves opting out of such sloppy treatment. He watched, entranced as she glyucked and slobbed on him like an addict, saliva all on his thighs and on his nuts. She was like him, not wanting to stop, her eyes on his. "I want that pussy," he whispered pulling her head up to kiss her again. He could still taste her mixed with berry. She straddled him again thinking she was finna ride. Nah. "Stomach.. get on your stomach.. arch your back," he ordered. Once she assumed the position, he reached to grab the blunt, relighting it and taking another puff with a french exhale. It was bringing him clarity. He leaned on the bed to hold it to Erin's lips and she took a hit before he slid into her from behind and started his pump. She moaned as soon as he slid in, smoke pushing out and she cussed. His forearm rested on the top of her ass as he hit the blunt while fucking her at the same time. He could hear the front door open before she heard anything and he kept stroking until she tapped the bed signaling for him to stop. He thought about it. The door was locked.

"Nah," he whispered speeding up. He grabbed the tails of her fat cornrows in his fist and began to pound into her as she slapped the bed in vain. She whimpered grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed to bury her face. Her muffled cries soon mingled with the knocks on the room door and Erik kept quiet.

"Butterface," Jabril called tapping on the door. "Erin.. Sis.. You okay?.. You sleep?"

Erin was busy getting fucked into the mattress. She was trying her hardest to contain herself, reaching back to touch Erik's thighs as if that would stop him but Erik was making it hard. He pushed down on her lower back whispering in her ear. "I dare you to fight back.. Take this dick. Take this dick." Jabrill finally walked away from the door and Erik tried to snatch Erin's pillow of protection, leaving it to her when he held tightly to it. "Tell me when you bout to come," he whispered in her ear and she reached back to grip at him. "Tell me," he said firmly listening for her uneven voice. It was good enough. He felt her clench tightly around him as she came. He closed his eyes until she relaxed enough for him to pull out and nut across her asscheeks. He exhaled, feeling depleted and refreshed all at once. Grabbing Erin's pillow from under her, he threw it and stood to grab her briefs, wiping the nut off her cheeks. They were technically supposed to be ruined by her fake period anyway, lying ass. He fell across the bed and took another pull of the blunt, blowing smoke into the air. When Erin finally sat up, she retrieved her blunt taking a puff and blowing it in Erik's face. She wanted another kiss and she was being aggravating because of it. He ignored her and let her lean down to peck him on the lips.

"How am I supposed to get you past my brother," she mused looking to the door. He was still looking at her titties.

"Think of something," he said flippantly.

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"Duh.. dumbass," you squinted standing to throw on your pink and orange floral cloth robe. He sat up on his elbow watching as you closed it, kissing his teeth now that the view was gone. You rolled your eyes and put on your best sleepy face walking out to grab the pads and midol for appearance's sake. The bathroom light was on, you could tell from the bottom of the door. Quickly, you scooted back in the room and yanked Erik from the bed, picking up his clothes and marching him as quietly as possible out of the front door, throwing his stuff at him and closing the door in his face. He had this expression like he was so amused when the door closed. What was so funny? You spun and Jabril wasn't behind you. You sighed in relief. He rounded the corner twenty seconds later while you were grabbing your Chinese food.

"I texted Erik and he ain't hit me back YET," Jabril groaned grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. "So about you and this nigga," he said suddenly causing your blood pressure to spike. "I go out three fuckin times.. three.. and then I get back and you sleep.. that nigga left. Y'all fuckin weird. Next time y'all going out yallselves."

Rolling your eyes, seconds passed and you relaxed but then there was another knock on the door causing your eyes to widen. You tensed hoping it wasn't noticeable and when your eyes met Jabril's you shrugged. He went to look through the peephole and open the door. Erik walked back in coming into the kitchen.

"My bad, I had a long call. A really long call. Someone needed me," he said reaching over you to grab his food. His hidden free hand grabbed your ass through the robe and you stared at his face that gave nothing away.

"You ain't wanna be alone with my annoying ass sister," Jabril said and you didn't care about the insult you were just glad his dumb ass bought the story.

"Let's play the game," Erik said heading back into the living room. He sat on the couch next to Jabril and the game fired back up. You hung back and watched as they went head to head. It was a close game.

Then Jabril did a double take looking to the side of the couch and to Erik's socked feet. "You left your shoes bruh? Matter fact, where was you at?"

"Walking around..," Erik shrugged. "Talking and walking. You know when you just tryna to help somebody.." He pulled a combo distracting Jabril back to the game and that was it. The two of you had gotten away with it.

You released a slow breath and headed back to your room, but before you could get there Jabril spoke again.

"Y'all know I'm not that damn blind right? Y'all can lie about a lot, but y'all both smell like that fuckin weed. It's a distinct smell.. If y'all wanted to smoke without me y'all ain't have to lie about it. He left because of yo bleeding ass. He too nice to say it though."

"Wooow, Bril really," you groan pretending to be mad and offended. Erik laughed from his spot and you went in your room, closing the door to laugh from your bed.

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slothgiirl · 5 years

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Y/N and Harry are best friends

“Hey you,” you call out, arms outstretched towards your best friend, Harry, “long time no see!” It was ironic, you'd graduated uni and moved to london just as Harry went on his world tour.

He smiles widely, enveloping you in his arms, smelling of musk and dark florals and something warm that you couldn't name but always associated it with Harry. “Miss me much babe,” his eyes sparkling as he teased you easily, all these months meant nothing now that you were together again.

“You have no clue,” You answered honestly, “I had no one to bother late at night or eat my terrible bread creations.”

“It's a recipe,” he says with a shake of his head, swinging you both slightly, “I don't know how you can mess it up!”

“Whatever mr I can't park,” you snap back.

“At least I can drive.”

You both burst out laughing and he lets you go briefly before taking your arm in his, and leading you into the restaurant, both of you pretending not to notice the far off paps in the corner of the street. It came with the territory and the mad obsession the media has with your friend.

It was monday afternoon and you'd been looking to this for days when he told you he was flying back from japan, which sounded like a dream. You'd never been further than Scotland.

“Cebu is always so freaking good,” you tell him, taking a sip from your vodka cranberry, “but tell me more about japan! It looks so cool! I'd love to visit the Aniu or sleep in one of those cube hotels.”

Harry laughs, drinking from his own beer, “It was cool. I mean I sent you all those pics didn't I! It was good to get some downtime after the past year.”

“At least you make friends easily,” you say, scrunching your nose, “my first term at uni was so lonely, I don't know what I'd have done if I'd never met Julia.”

“You just have to talk to people I mean you wouldn't love you! I spilled coffee on you and you didn't completely hate me. That's best friend material.”

“Think that says more about you than it says about me,” you laugh. “Still Japan is much cooler that spending the workweek in a lab.” It had been cool at first, but the novelty of being out of school and getting paid and not having exams had worn off by now.

“You get to do crazy wacky science,” he teases, “how long until you’re an x man!”

“I'd rather be spider-man,” you tell him without missing a beat, “when the rami movies came out I spent a good few months looking for spiders in the garden to bite me.” It had been so dumb in retrospect but you'd always hoped one day you'd wake up with superpowers.

Harry roars with laughter, “how'd you get into Oxford again?”

“Don't be an ass,” you reply, “we can't all being amazingly talented singers.”

“You forgot the wildly attractive part,” he says with a smirk, leaning close to you.

Unable to help yourself, you snort, “there goes your giant head again!”

“Hey,” he protests, looking the very picture of offended. If you didn't know him any better, you'd think you'd gone too far. But there's a hint of smile pulling at the corner of his lips and you just laugh.

“My most sincerest apologies,” you respond a girl to match his on your own face. Harry has a way of just making you so freaking happy no matter what else is going on. There's never been a time in your friendship when talking to him hadn't made you feel better. “maybe bangs?”

He brings a hand up to his chest, mock offense written into his expressive features before his face lights up with glee. You know you're in for it now. “Oh where oh where has my baby gone,” he sings just loud enough to for you alone to hear.

“Stop,” you protest, flushing red and laughing, tears welling up in your eyes. You teared up easily when laughing. “Please the puppies are begging you to stop!”

Harry laughs, his gaze completely focused on you, “did you finish the art project you were working on then?”

Despite him being the only person you trusted with your super secret art projects, you still felt yourself blush, hand coming up to brush stray hairs back behind your ear, “the initial photography, but I’m still working through the editing. The ones I've finished are coming out almost the way I pictured them.”

“Almost?”

“Well things are never exactly how you imagine them are they,” you note, “or maybe I'm just overthinking things and have been working on them for too long.”

“You probably just need a pair of fresh eyes,” Harry says as they bring out your food. Their eggs in tomatoes looked deceptively simple and yet yours were never as good.

“Smooth,” you utter, grinning at him. “Do you hit up everyone's DMs like that?”

Harry shakes his head, “no but really baby, can I see what you have so far?” His lips are drawn earnestly.

You nod, “sure, we can make a movie night out of it too. I've been dying to try out this no bake chocolate cream pie.”

“Only if I get to pick the movie?”

“Deal.”

You slump on the cheap ikea couch you and your roommates had pooled cash together to buy once you get home, bag full of snacks.

“Tired,” Julia asks from the kitchen, shamelessly eating straight out of the pan.

“Yeah,” you tell her, “Arjun called in sick and since I'm the newest hires I got the short end of the stick and pulled a double shift.”

“Isn't work amazing,” Julia replies, bring the pan and an extra fork for you, settling down next to you. “My boss called me this morning at 6am and had me call a bunch of places in India to find some extra fabric for a client. I wasn't due til 9!”

“What an outrage,” I deadpan.

“Maybe we can still be witches in the midlands,” she offers, “or raise cows in the highlands.”

“God that's such a mood,” you sigh, taking the fork and eating her cheesy pasta dish. “I thought working in a lab would be nice and easy compared to school and it is but dealing with my boss and the hectic hours has left me with no social life.”

“Right! I've missed so many parties and good djs because I'm on call talking to far off places sourcing textiles! I just hope I get promoted so I can go on trip to source and not just spend all hours of the day being an errand girl.”

You nod, mouthful of pasta, “I heard hospital labs are pretty good but I've been told I need more experience.”

She laughs bitterly before gazing at your loot of snacks, “Harry coming over?”

“Yeah,” you reply, “we’re watching a movie and pigging out after a long ass week.” You has been looking forward to it all day despite how drained you were; to the bone, to the point coffee wasn't much help.

Opening snapchat you see harry's sent you a couple photos.

Him in a ruffled white shirt, loosely buttoned, caption reading in the mood for a period romance? ;))

The next was of him in a tastefully ripped shirt that probably cost more than your rent, and a worn flannel, or a rom com?

The there was Harry wearing an old dark knight shirt you'd gotten him for his birthday at a charity shop, or will we go full superhero landing!?!

Rolling your eyes and smiling your reply with a blurry selfy, the most dramatic frog to ever prince.

“God I can't wait til we're all sixty and you've both been married and divorced and finally get together,” she says teasingly, “or worse it's like you're both gotten together and your s.o’s are the third and fourth wheel!”

“Shut up,” you tell her, “we're literally the same. You spent most of fresher in my dorm once we met. You made me help shave your back.”

“That's friendship bitch,” Julia says with a laugh, “just keep in mind Imma be like dead to the world.”

“Wow,” you state, “you've come such a long way from being a complete party animal.”

“Right,” she mutters, “I miss drinking and showing up hungover to class.”

“It's all downhill from here,” you tease.

She swats your fork away from the pot, “what a depressing thought.”

Harry texts you to let you know he's here and you buzz him up, hugging him before saying, “i might have to steal this sweater from you.” It ridiculously soft the way only old sweaters are.

He laughs, “I brought a bottle of rose.”

“ooh let me try this knife trick i've been practicing,” you tell him as he kicks off his boots and settles in.

“Don't want to die today but thanks.”

“Harold,” you respond mock affronted. “So what movie have you chosen for us today art hoe?”

“You're the one who can quote the cool girl monologue by heart,” he retorts, grabbing the wine opener and starting on the cork. Unlike you, he managed it without cursing for half an hour and deciding boxed wine wasn't a bad idea.

“The movie harry,” you say, grabbing a couple of blankets and pillows for the couch along with your art journal.

“Searching,” he answers, “Sarah said it was really good and slept on.”

“And even if it's not there's always chips and hummus.”

“Very true,” Harry responds, pouring wine into mugs like a maniac and settling down next to you on the couch, his own worn journal in hand. “But it's Sarah and Mitch they have great taste in pretty much everything.”

“High praise coming from you,” you note palming through your journal, over the drawing and words you'd written down over the last few months.

He grins, looking perfectly at home in your modest flat. Harry has never been weird about being famous and rich and- it made it that much easier to be friends with him. To forget about all that and just be friends with Harry, not Harry styles. “It is ain't it,” he utters lips curled into a sinners smile, the kind he gave girls and boys when you went out to clubs.

“There goes your big head again,” you retort, putting your journal down and curling up with a handful of popcorn.

“Oi!” Harry furrows his brow staring you down for a second before launching himself at you, pinning you down and tickling your sides, “take it back!”

“Never,” you yelp, giggling madly, Your arms against his chest as you push him off easily. It's so easy to be comfortable with him, he's just such a hugger and you can't say you don't like it, the warmth and security you feel.

He laughs, “so long as you let me see your journal baby,” is his only response, chest still shaking from laughter.

“I'll show you mine if you show me yours,” you respond jokingly. The sense of humor middle schoolers had still there in your head.

“Deal,” he replies, shifting so his head is resting in your lap, passing you his own journal before grabbing yours off the coffee table. You'd never felt as grown up as you did when buying a coffee table, even more so than buying pans and dishes instead of eating everything out of a mug.

Mindlessly, your fingers run through his hair, soft and silky and starting to curl up behind his ears. You wonder if he'll let it grow out again. You prefer him like this but it was fun to braid his strands of hair.

His journal is more full of words than drawings, in his sloppy scrawl, like in old letters. Leather bound parchment, it's tons nicer than your own moleskine you'd gotten on sale, with the true victorian era feel you'd been obsessed with in your younger years.

There's a dreamy quality to the writing, fragmented thoughts that he trusts you with.

The tv plays quietly in the background, you’re too immersed to say anything, to break the comfortable silence with any words, occasionally reaching for a chip, smothering it in hummus.

In the beginning, when Harry had first crashed at your small cramped flat at uni, he'd drunkenly looked through your journal, well one of your journals, covered in all your loose thoughts and many many drawings and sketches, ideas for pieces that you'd spend what little free time you had doing.

You'd gotten annoyed and a little mad, because your journal was private and personal and who did you think you were? Frida Kahlo? It wasn't like he'd meant to, drunk and a little high. It wasn't one of your best moments but he'd bought you a cuppa tea the next morning before you'd woken up and let you flip through his own journal, just to make it up to you.

That's how he'd become the person you trusted to show your art to.

“Don't laugh at my sad attempts at poetry,” he mutters, his gaze meeting yours somewhat self consciously. His cheeks are flushed red but you can't tell if it's from laughing or because he's actually embarrassed.

“Trying to be just like Bukowski,” you tease. You'd never actually read anything by him, you just read about him being kind of an asshole in real life.

He rolls his eyes at you, “ever since you sent me that song I can't think about him the same!”

“I just thought you'd want to know. That song is such a depression mood though.”

Harry grows serious, looking up at you. Your hand stills in his hair. “Are you alright?”

You nod, “yeah I'm fine I was just joking.” It's true. You haven't felt depressed in months, haven't been bad in longer. Progress.

“You'd tell me if-”

“Oh course,” you cut him off with a smile, closing his journal. “Want to see how my latest and greatest projects progressing?”

He smiles softly, “why else do you think I'm here for?”

You smack him lightly with his own journal, getting up and getting your laptop. This latest idea of yours has come at the cost of having to learn to use digital editing. Thank god for youtube.

Harry sits up and watches as your scroll through some of the more finished pictures of both women and men you'd reached out to, dragging Julia with you to feel braver about approaching strangers. Something you wouldn't have done a year ago.

Their pictures have been edited to exaggerate their insecurity, ranging from overly larger noses to small eyes and thin lips. It had been an idea since you'd read about Jacqueline de Ribes who someone had said how sad it was if you didn't have a great big nose like she had.

“Especially in this era of face tuning and filters and contouring where everyone is trying to hide what they feel insecure about,” you tell him, watching the shift of his lips, his pensive gaze, trying to gage his reaction. No one but you has seen these. Although when you’re done they'll also be sent to your models, who'd been nice enough to open up about their insecurities to you. Maybe it was easier to talk to strangers you'd never see again about these things. Wasn't that the whole idea behind therapy?

“At first I only edited it slightly but I didn't think the idea came across as strongly and in your face. I mean maybe by airing out and owning our insecurities we can overcome them? Or maybe just stop idealizing one specific type of feature?” These were the questions that you thought would be answered by doing this, but there didn't seem to be any easy answers.

“I like them,” he tells you, “It's like things you wouldn't have noticed I mean most people are alright looking and then you actually get to know them and it all warps how you see people. Like gee doesn't Tom look like such an bloody asshole.”

You snort, shaking your head, “you had me in the first half I'm not going to lie.”

After that you both mess about, putting on parks and recs for the hundredth time, skipping to the second season when Ben and Chris come in. It's still as funny as the first time you had watched it.

It's late and your both half asleep on the couch and smiling at the tv, legs bumping against Harry's much longer legs.

“I should probably go,” he mutters.

“No stay,” you tell him, “it's late and you can just crash with me.” You’d both slept in the same bed lots of times by now, the initial awkwardness long gone as you stopped to you underwear and an old t shirt that was long enough to pass for a dress.

“Should I be worried about your alarm?”

“I can actually wake up even if my alarms just on vibrate,” you let him know, because god you wish you didn't have work tomorrow so you could wake up late and go get overly expensive breakfast at the dinner down the street who made the fluffiest american style pancakes. It was a treat you loved to get yourself.

Harry helps you drag some of the blankets into your room, tossing them onto the bed. You curl up next to the wall, nestling into the covers. From the corner of your eye you watch Harry pull his shirt off before kicking off his jeans, ripped at the knees.

He's fit and you can't help but mentally trace over the butterfly he has tattooed that you thought stupid at first but had grown on you. Gracelessly he flops onto the bed, sliding under the covers.

“Your feet are always freezing,” he complains which just makes you kick him lightly. “Ow! Woman!”

“Shut up and sleep,” you tell him turning over on your side, curling into near fetal position.

“But what about going on my phone for an hour in bed?”

“Good night harold,” you say in lieu of an actual reply.

“I won't let the bed bugs bite you.”

“Your so dumb,” you whisper fondly, closing your eyes and easily falling asleep after a long day.

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milesfromjapan · 6 years

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Date Night

A knock at the door signaled his arrival. You loved how he insisted on coming all the way up to your seventh floor apartment, despite the lack of elevator in your building, to pick you up. It was the littlest things that made your heart beat a little faster for him. You grabbed your phone, quickly shoving it in your bag, but not quick enough that he hadn’t already started knocking again when you reached the door.

“Wow, you look stunning,” he said with a lazy smile on his face and his fist still on your door like he had forgotten it was even there because you were there to look at now.

“Thanks,” you laughed, “but it’s just jeans and a shirt.”

“Yeah, but it’s you,” he asserted.

You rolled your eyes before grabbing his free hand and leading him back down the stairs he just walked up to get to you. His long legs made him become the leader before you’d even finishes half a flight of stairs. You huffed in annoyance as he pulled on your arm a little due to how far in front of you he was.

“You can take the stairs two at a time. Cut me some slack,” you told him.

“You know,” he jumped to the sixth floor landing, “I hadn’t really thought about that before. My bad.”

You couldn’t pretend to be annoyed for more than a few seconds as a smile spread across your face. Just looking at his excited face made you smile wide. His hair was curlier today than usual, probably because of the rain that had just stopped. Little crinkles formed at the corner of his eyes from the smile he got from looking at you. His denim jacket hung loosely off his shoulders and his sunglasses were clipped to the collar of his white t-shirt. You shook your head a little to yourself as you started continuing down the stairwell with him.

“What?” he asked you upon noticing your head shake.

“You’re pretty cute, Mendes,” you replied.

“Just cute? Wow. Harsh.”

His free hand went to his chest over his heart to try and show you just how much your statement had bothered him. He couldn’t keep up the act for more than a few seconds because, well, it’s you and he’s too crazy about you to be able to find the words. You chatted about his day as you walk to the lobby.

“You know, you should really move. These stairs are a bitch,” he told you as he held open the exit door for you.

“I thought it would make me exercise more. Pretty sure I exercise less now,” you laughed in reply.

He took your hand in his again and pulled you to the right, the opposite direction of the parking lot. You turned to him with furrowed brows and tilted your head to the side to express your confusion.

“It’s really nice out now and the place it’s pretty close by, so I figured you wouldn’t mind a little walk,” he suggested, his face hopeful.

“I am down for a walk,” you told him, making him smile.

He dropped your hand in order to sling his arm over your shoulders instead. With the height difference putting him at a strong advantage, this was his favorite way to hold you. He liked keeping you close, like he could protect you from anyone and anything if you were right by his side. You put your arm around his waist to secure yourself to him and he gave you a quick hug, pulling you into him more and resting his head briefly on your head before pulling back to ask you about your day. With your arm around his waist, his arm over your shoulders keeping close to his side, you felt like there was nothing you couldn’t do.

You could talk to him for hours and never be bored for a second. You never forced a conversation and you didn’t think you were going to have to anytime soon. You clicked from the moment you met and had been finding out just how well you fit together every day since. His large tattooed hand playing absentmindedly with the collar on your shirt as you walked and talked.

“Oh my god, puppy!” you practically screamed when you saw a cute puppy across the street. “I want a puppy.”

Shawn laughed a little and gave you a tight squeeze and a quick kiss on the head.

“You’re allergic though,” you sighed as you looked up at him. “It’s your biggest flaw as my boyfriend, you know.”

“Well, I’m sorry I’m flawed. I’ll just go,” he mumbled in fake sadness as he turned his body a little away from you like he was going to leave.

You wrapped your other arm around his waist and pulled him back to you. You both were laughing and had stupid smiles on your face. You looked at him and his beautiful smile, eyes that draw you closer and close to him, and a jawline you’d kissed so many mornings already, and you thought that just maybe you’d be able to give up your dreams of being a dog parent for him. Just maybe.

“Oh my god, ice cream!” you screamed when you saw the destination of your walk with Shawn down the street.

Shawn let out a big belly laugh as you started to walk faster in an effort to get to the ice cream faster. Shawn obliged and you practically ran down the street holding his head, both of you laughing the whole way down. You stopped your run just short of the building, not wanting to let the poor high school student on summer break who was about to scoop your ice cream see you running over.

Shawn opened the door for you, as he always did, claiming his chivalry was one of the main reasons you started dating him. It wasn’t; it was just one of a million reasons you stayed. You scanned over the ice cream, trying to decide what you wanted. Shawn’s large hand found the small of your back as your eyes scanned over all of the flavors. His hand moved in smooth, calming circles, making you lean into his side. After a long survey of each flavor and careful consideration, you select cookie dough and chocolate brownie. Shawn ended up with mint chocolate chip and vanilla.

“Want to sit?” Shawn gestured to a free high top table in the corner.

“Sure,” you replied. You took a seat opposite him and immediately shoved a slightly too large bite of ice cream in your mouth. He shook his head little at you with a bright, unwavering smile on his face. The smile never went away for you. You were his soft spot and everyone knew it. You looked over toward him and he smiled around a spoonful of ice cream that he was. You giggled and tapped your spoon on the end of his nose with it, making his recoil quickly with a small brown dot of melted chocolate ice cream on the end of his nose. He tried to cross his eyes to look at it with no luck.

“You’re real cute,” you told him as he reached up to wipe the chocolate sauce off his nose with his sleeve.

“Nah, that’s you.”

He got back at you by tapping the end of your nose with his spoon, leaving what was definitely a mint green splotch on the end of your nose. You huffed and wiped it off with your hand, making him smile and drop a quick kiss to your forward.

“The cutest person in the fucking world,” Shawn muttered to you.

You couldn’t stop a big smile from forming on your face. You leaned over the table toward him. He met you the rest of the way and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You were both smiling into the kiss, which made you feel warm despite the slightly chilly air in the shop. When you started to pull back, he came with you and placed several quick kisses on your lips, making you laugh yet again. He made you laugh and smile constantly, something that hadn’t gone unnoticed by your family when you brought him around for the first time a few weeks ago.

“You’re Shawn Mendes, right?”

You both turned your head to see a girl a few years younger than both of you. Her eyes were wide in amazement that she happened to run across him just out and about in the city. She was clutching her phone, clearly in the hopes of getting a picture with him.

“Yeah, I am. Do you want a picture?” Shawn asked as he dropped his spoon into his ice cream

“Oh my god, yes!” she squealed.

“Do you want me to take it?” you offered.

“You would do that? Yes, please, that would be go great!”

She opened the camera and handed you her phone as Shawn stood up next to her. He towered over her, like he did to you and most other people. You told them to say cheese before talking several photos to try and make sure she got a good photo. He gave her a hug and then you passed her back her phone.

“Thank you so much for taking it,” she said to you before she left to rejoin her parents at their table across the shop

Shawn’s tattooed hand reached across the table in search for yours, which you gave him. He gave your hand a quick squeeze. It was his way of apologizing for the interruption. He knew you said you didn’t mind, but he felt bad each time your dates were interrupted since you didn’t get to have too many of them. You didn’t care. His fans made his dreams possible and that was enough for you.

“Are you ready to go?” Shawn asked you just as you were taking your last bite of ice cream.

“Yep,” you replied.

Shawn grabbed your trash for you and took your hand in his with his free one again. He tossed them away and still beat you to the door to open it for you. As you started to turn to head back to your place after exiting, Shawn’s strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you back against his chest. He leaned down to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“I adore you,” he told you before leaving a soft kiss on your cheek. “You’re incredible.”

Your hands rested on top of his and you let out a content sigh.

“You’re amazing,” you said back. “Wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

He kissed your cheek again and you could feel the smile on his lips. His one kiss turned into dozens all over the side of your face and forehead, anything he could reach. You both were laughing by the time he stopped. You spun in his arms to face him so you could give him a proper kiss, pulling him down to you with a hand on the back of his neck. One of his hands left your waist to cup the side of your face, pulling you into a deeper kiss. “Hi there,” he laughed when you pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

“Hi,” you laughed back.

He kissed your forehead and pulled back. A breeze suddenly passed by, making you shiver. Shawn released you and pulled off his jacket and handed it to you. You tried to push it back to him, but he just pushed it back to. You sighed and took it, sliding your arms through the far too long sleeves since you knew there was no way you were going to win this battle

“You’re so little,” he said as he pushed the sleeve up to grab your hand.

“You’re just a giant,” you replied. “Giant boyfriend.”

“Your giant boyfriend though,” he retorted. “I only want to be your giant boyfriend.”

You smiled to yourself as you started the walk home. His jacket hung off your shoulders and the sleeves puddled around your wrists. You listened to him tell you some story from on tour and you were happy. You loved him. You didn’t know if he loved you too yet, but you hoped he would someday and that hope was good enough for now.

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The Accident Chapter 1

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC

Warnings: Angst, Car Accident, Memory Loss

Summary: After yet another fight with your boyfriend Chris, you go for a drive and get into a terrible accident. Upon waking up in the hospital, you find both Sebastian and Chris sitting there. The only problem? You have no recent memories and you think you are still dating Sebastian.

A/N: In this fic, Chris is not performing in Lobby Hero!

“For the hundredth time, I am NOT cheating on you Erica!” Chris roared, throwing his hands up in the air as his frustration and anger glowed on his face.

This is the same fight the two of you have been having all month and it was starting to take its toll on you. Each day, he spent less and less time with you and instead headed out with friends; and you had no idea where he was half the time. He was being secretive it felt like, distant and it worried you to no end.

There was a tightness in your chest as you looked at him. His teeth were clenched as it was apparent from the way his jaw bone jutted out. Not being able to face him anymore, you turned your back to face the kitchen. The stainless steel appliances gleamed in the sunlight from all the time you spent cleaning the damn place. It was a method you liked to do to help you relax, to calm yourself down when Chris went out with his friends. There was still a faint smell of the chocolate chip cookies you baked earlier, still untouched and in a container next to the stove.

Spotting your black leather handbag on kitchen island, you snatched it up along with your phone and marched towards the front door. You slipped on your purple ballet flats, Chris’ voice making you pause as you touched the door handle.

“Where are you going?” Chris stammered with worry.

“Out,” you snapped back, not even bothering to glance in his direction. Slamming the door shut, you got into your black Range Rover, your own personal gift to yourself last year for your birthday, and pulled out of the garage and onto the neighborhood road.

It was a rather normal day for springtime in Los Angeles and you rolled your window down. Your dark brunette hair whipped around your face as you drove down the street, not even knowing where you were headed to. You just needed to get out of the house, away from Chris and to collect your memories.

Things had been going so good for you both. A little over two years of dating and your naïve self still thought you would be in your ‘honeymoon’ phase. But you were wrong, and it made you feel uneasy. Naturally your first choice of thought was to think he was cheating on you as he never really wanted to spend much time with you over the last month. He had just got done filming two Avengers movies back to back and you missed him terribly while he was gone.

You pulled into the parking lot of a park, one that you had never been to before. Tears began to well in your eyes at the thought of possibly loosing Chris. Between him being distant from you and all the fighting, you couldn’t hold back anymore and began to weep. Your vision blurred and your throat felt scratchy

Once your sobbing had finally ebbed, you used your light gray sweatshirt to wipe your face. Catching a glimpse of yourself in the rearview mirror, you groaned. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying and your mascara was splotched all over your cheeks. Pulling your phone from your purse that sat on the passenger seat, you knew just who to call.

It was only two rings before the familiar voice broke through the speaker. “Hey Erica,” Sebastian spoke from the other end; an evident smile could be heard in his voice.

You and Sebastian dated for a little over four years before breaking up. It was your decision, something you liked to not dwell on, but you two were not only amicable, you remained very close friends. Sebastian even helped you get to where you are today with your career. Knowing at a young age that you wanted to work on movie sets, your mom encouraged you to follow your dream. After working your ass off in college, you met Sebastian on a movie he was in while you were interning and from there, he helped you get in contact with Marvel as he just signed his own movie deal with them.

From there, you had worked on the first and second Avengers movies as a set designer, along with Captain America: The Winter Soldier and Civil War. After working on Spiderman: Homecoming, you had decided to take a little break and forgo working on the set of Avengers 3 and 4.

“H-hi Sebby,” you sniffled out, hoping to be strong but your voice was anything but.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” Sebastian instantly felt on edge, never liking when you were distraught; especially when he couldn’t be there to comfort you. No matter how long the two of you had been broken up for, you knew Sebastian would always be there for you; always have your back.

Your breathing was coming in short spurts as you tried to calm yourself enough to talk. “We-we had another fight. I ju-just don’t kno-know what to do anymore Sebby.” It was always a relief to talk to Sebastian because you knew you could trust him, and trust was something very difficult to come by nowadays.

Sebastian sighed on the other end and you could just picture him with his brows crinkled; his hand on his forehead thinking of what to say to you. “Do you love him?”

“Of course I love him Sebby,” you accused rather harshly, wincing at yourself for sounding like a bitch. “I’m sorry Seb, I-I didn’t mean to yell at you. I’ve just been really stressed lately with all the fighting, and I’m just at my breaking point.”

His deep chuckle echoed throughout your ear, calming you quickly. There was a sudden emptiness of silence, but that was one great thing about Seb; it wasn’t awkward silence. As you sat in your car, Sebastian began to hum to one of your favorite songs, instantly making you smile; a soft chuckle escaping your hoarse throat.

Instantly your mind began to drift to thoughts of Chris, and how you just might have overreacted by storming out of the house. With a sigh, you pinched the bridge of your nose, knowing that you should call him.

“Better now?” Sebastian’s cool voice broke through your thoughts.

“Much,” you chuckled, giving off a soft smile. “Thanks Sebby. I can always count on you to calm my nerves.”

“I’m always happy to help you sweetie. I’ll talk to you later alright?”

“Okay Sebby. Bye.”

“Bye Erica.”

You sat in your car for another five minutes, trying to figure out what to say to Chris when you called him; eventually giving up. Finding his contact in your phone, you pressed the call button and waited on bated breath.

“Hi,” was all Chris said when he answered the phone; your heart panging in your chest from the hurt tone of his voice.

“Hey,” you responded, your voice brittle. Neither one of you continued with words; instead sitting there in silence. The once sunny day turned dour as dark rain clouds moved in, a strong gust of wind blowing your hair around. Rolling up the window, you finally broke the silence. “I’m sorry Chris…..for walking out. I was being a bitch and overreacting. We should have just sat down and talked and I shouldn’t have accused you of cheating.”

You heard him let out a sigh on the other end, hoping it was a relieved sigh and not one in frustration. “No babe, I’m sorry for yelling at you. I shouldn’t have raised my voice like that. I’m just….stressed with everything going on.” Your heart felt at ease listening to him talk. “Come home baby. Please.”

You smiled as you put your car into gear, pulling out of your parked spot as you began to make your way back home. “I’m coming home right now Chris.”

His smile was evident as you waited to take a left hand turn at a stoplight; neither one of you wanting to get off the phone. It seemed like it was ‘your thing’ you each did together; whenever the two of you fought, even if there were no words said, you each stayed on the phone until one of you made it home. Rain began to pelt on your window and you turned on the wipers.

The green left hand arrow shown on the stoplight and you stepped on the gas, wanting to get home to the love of your life. “I love you Erica,” Chris said on the other end and you smiled.

“I love….,” your words were cut off with a shriek as you watched in slow motion the car speeding straight for you, running a red light.

“Erica!!! ERICA!!! Baby are you alright??” you faintly heard Chris’ frantic voice coming from your phone before everything faded to black.

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It was quiet, dark. Your head was pounding and there was a stabbing pain on your left side. You tried to open your eyes, but it was damn near impossible as they felt like pure concrete. Confusion began to sink into your body as you tried to lift your arm. What the hell your mind whispered out as your heart began to beat faster. Wait, what is that noise? you thought as you began to hear a steady beeping noise; the beeping becoming faster, almost as if it was matching your heart rate.

Ever so slowly you began to feel a tingled sensation in your fingers. With what felt like the strength of the world, you began to move them around. Faint voices began to speak but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. Although your eyes felt glued shut you managed to gradually open them before slamming them closed from the bright light, sending more pain to your throbbing head.

“Too bright,” you croaked out, your hand covering your sensitive eyes. You didn’t get a good glimpse of where you were, but you knew you weren’t at home. It smelt far too clean, like antiseptic and there was the floral scent of flowers everywhere.

“The lights are turned down,” the voice said. The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but you couldn’t pinpoint just who it was.

Soon another voice spoke, this one more familiar. “Erica, open your eyes.”

Lowering your hand, you took a deep breath, wincing at the pain in your side; you opened your eyes. The room was much darker now as the beeping sound began calm. You were on a bed, and to be honest, it was nowhere near comfortable. Sure enough, you spotted a vast array of flowers lining the room. With your head pounding, as if someone was jackhammering right on your skull, you moved your head to see who the voices came from.

Chris was sitting to your left, Sebastian to your right. You furrowed your brows at Chris, immediately regretting it as the pain in your head started to throb tenfold. Looking around, realization hit when you saw that you were in a hospital room; the beeping noise was coming from your heart monitor.

The monitor began to beep quickly, matching your racing heart. You looked to Sebastian, holding out your hand to him as tears started to fall onto your face. Sebastian rose from his chair, taking in your tears and held you in his arms. “Oh Seb,” you cried into his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you delicately.

With your back turned to Chris, you couldn’t see the heartbreak that flashed in his eyes, or the guilt he was feeling because you were here, stuck in a hospital bed from getting hit by the truck; all because you two had a fight, again.

Your sobs did nothing but worsen the pain in your head and you pulled away from Sebastian. Wiping the tears from your face, you ponderously looked at Chris from the corner of your eye. “Seb, why is Chris here?”

In that moment, you could feel the tension throughout the room as Chris gasped from behind you.

A/N: Let me know what you guys think!!!!!

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If ... Kash walked in later?

Ian grinned down at the back of Mickey’s head, his eyes trailing from the short, dark mess of his hair to the grimy ring of dirt on his neck where his shirt collar had gone awry. Gently, Ian pulled back from Mickey and heard a noise suspiciously close to a whimper escape the older boy’s lips.

“You okay?”

Mickey didn’t answer, just pushed himself off of the white chest freezer and began tugging his pants up.

“You in some sort of hurry?”

“What? You want me to hang around and braid your hair?”

Mickey still hadn’t looked at him and seemed to be doing his best to pretend Ian wasn’t there as he buckled his pants and smoothed down his worn old sweater.

“Sure. Have to be tiny braids though.”

Ian joked, tugging at his fringe, and then smiling to show he was only playing as intent blue eyes flicked upwards; looking for what Ian wasn’t sure but clearly searching for something.

“C’mon, you can steal some lunch. Linda’s out.”

Ian pressed and was rewarded with a small smile in return.

“I don’t need your permission to steal shit, Gallagher.”

“Yeah I’ve noticed that.”

Mickey’s smile widened slightly as he thumbed at his lower lip. His gaze met Ian’s and then dropped, returned and dropped again. Ian laughed at Mickey’s sudden shyness. He really liked Mickey. He liked how he could be so loud and rough one minute and then so quiet and uncertain the next. Ian couldn’t actually tell which persona was the real Mickey, he sort of thought they probably both were. Mickey seemed to be one of those people who could adjust pretty much fluidly to the situations around him, kind of like Lip. Ian could never do that, he’s too rigid but he liked watching other people manage it.

“Come on!”

Ian tugged Mickey out of the storeroom by his coat sleeve. The contact was fleeting, as soon as they crossed the threshold back into the store itself; Mickey yanked his cuff out of Ian’s grasp and stuffed his hands firmly into his pockets, scowling.

“What do you want to eat?”

“Chips and dip, I guess.”

Ian noticed the anxious way Mickey was gnawing on the inside of his lower lip, eyes darting to the shop door every couple of seconds and hummed sympathetically.

“No one is coming in Mickey. We’re safe.”

Blue eyes met green with a challenge that Ian had no intention of meeting. He held up his hands

“I’m just saying ...”

“What? You’re just saying what?”

Another chameleon shift and Mickey cricked his neck left and then right, his eyes never leaving Ian. Unease prickled up Ian’s back and he tried to smile but felt it drift off his lips.

“I’m just … are you about to hit me?”

Mickey blinked, taken by surprise and folded his arms defensively

“I was thinking about it, yeah.”

“Why?”

“What?”

“Why? Seems a little shitty.”

Ian shrugged and turned away from Mickey, wandering down the aisle until he found the BBQ pringles. Mickey had followed him, and Ian could feel him hovering near his elbow.

“Sour cream or ...”

“Sour cream.”

Mickey’s voice had lost that challenging edge and Ian let out a small relieved sigh. He really hadn’t wanted to fight Mickey. The tire-iron incident had taught him a few interesting things and amongst them had been the fact that Mickey was a dirty, scrappy fighter who could kick Ian’s ass without really trying. Also, Ian thought, glancing at Mickey over his shoulder, if they got into a fight, they’d probably end up having sex again and Ian wasn’t really sure that was a great habit to instil in either of them. Split lips leading to orgasm? No. Definitely not.

Ian picked up a couple of apples and then looped down a the aisles again, just for the fun of Mickey following him around. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his songs – there wasn’t much on there that he thought Mickey would like so he decided to just go with what he liked and stuck on a Rihanna track.

“The fuck is this shit?”

“Rihanna. Kash bought me the album. This song is Distrubia. You heard it before?”

“No.”

Ian grinned at amount of disdain Mickey managed to pack into that one tiny word.

“I think she’s singing about losing control and kind of learning to go with it you know? Like … uh … accepting herself and stuff.”

“Uh-huh.”

Mickey gave Ian a stern side eyed glance and slammed the tube of pringles down on the counter with more force than necessary, ripping into it and cramming several into his mouth at once. Ian bit his lip and tried again. He knew that it was unlikely that Rihanna was going to be the thing to get Mickey to maybe relax a little about who he was but it was worth a try ...

“And maybe she’s like … scared of it but she wants to figure herself out and be who she is...”

“Jesus. She’s a fuckin’ chick! It’s probably just her time of the month and she ran out of chocolate or some shit.”

Mickey waved his BBQ stained fingers dismissively and Ian took a long-suffering breath before deciding that maybe it was worth leaving this alone.

“Well that’s nice and sexist of you.”

Mickey didn’t respond but a small half-smile lifted the curve of his cheek and Ian found himself smiling back despite his frustration.

The song changed to something a little more sultry and as Rihanna questioned her endurance levels, Ian noticed Mickey looking at him a little differently. He straightened his back and let Mickey watch him, it didn’t bother Ian at all, he actually enjoyed it. Gradually, he turned so that he was facing Mickey and returning the appraisal.

Mickey didn’t notice at first, he was too busy watching Ian to recognise that he was also under scrutiny. It was only when Ian mirrored Mickey licking his lower lip that the older boy realised what was happening. He blinked and pushed himself fully upright off the counter, legs locking straight beneath the baggy denim of his jeans.

“I gotta go.”

He said but made no move to actually leave and Ian took the moment to step in a little closer.

“The fuck you doing?”

Mickey put his hand out and his palm bumped against the soft fabric of Ian’s shirt, his fingers curling against the firm chest beneath involuntarily.

“I’d like to kiss you.”

Ian said softly and watched the instant ripples of fear, regret, and longing play across Mickey’s features.

“No fuckin’ way.”

“Mickey ...”

“No Gallagher. I let you get away with that shit before but you try it again I’m gonna ...”

“Do something violent and thuggish. Yeah, I know.”

Ian smirked and stepped in against Mickey’s outstretched arm, folding it back as if it was paper.

“I like having you here, Mickey.”

“Then just eat a fuckin’ pringle and leave this shit alone.”

Mickey turned and grabbed the tube, thrusting it pleadingly at Ian. How the fuck did a kid who looked like an overgrown ginger puppy make Mickey feel like his heart was about to explode in his fucking chest? And worse, it seemed like Gallagher could read every feeling Mickey had and just accepted them as his due. He didn’t seem freaked out in the slightest.

Ian sighed and took a pringle. Mickey looked like he was about to faint with relief and Ian snorted in amusement.

He took four more pringles. He crammed them in sideways and scooped up sour cream on his fingers and stuffed it right in alongside them and winked at Mickey.

“You’re gross.”

Mickey laughed but accepted the challenge Ian’s raised eyebrow offered. The tube went down in a shower of crumbs, puffed out cheeks and grabbing hands. Ian nearly choked tipping the crumbs down his throat and Mickey actually did choke laughing at him. Ian smeared sour cream down Mickey’s cheek and ran.

“Fuck sake.”

Mickey took off down the aisle after Ian, catching him around the waist and half lifting him, half-dragging him back toward the counter and the waiting tub of sour cream.

“No! No, Mickey!”

Ian laughed, exaggerating his outrage.

“This is what you get, Gallagher.”

Mickey grinned, scooping out a dollop with his index finger and wiping it down the bridge of Ian’s nose.

“Ian?”

Neither of them had heard Kash come in. Ian jerked as if slapped whilst Kash glanced between them in confusion, clearly not sure what he was seeing and whether it was dangerous or something else … Mickey read the thought on Kash’s before it had even fully formed and shoved Ian hard in the back.

“I said, gimmee the fuckin’ smokes and get the fuck out of my way.”

It was a shitty cover but it was the best he could do and Ian nodded as if they had actually just been fighting over Mickey’s theft.

Kash held up his hands and switched his look to Mickey

“Just take what you want, Mickey.”

“Like I need your fuckin’ permission.”

Mickey scoffed and reached over the counter, grabbing cigarettes in trembling fingers. Mickey wanted to look at Ian. He wanted to make sure he was doing the right thing but he didn’t dare try and look into those eyes. Kash was a coward but he wasn’t a fool. Mickey settled for a side-glance at the younger boy and by some miracle Ian was ready for it because he nodded and gave Mickey a minuscule smile letting Mickey know he was alright, everything was alright.

“See ya, pricks.”

Outside the store Mickey lit one of the stolen cigarettes and coughed into his coat sleeve. He crossed the street, kept his head down and walked at his usual pace but his heart was beating too fast and his fingers wouldn’t quit shaking. It wasn’t fear over being caught fooling around with Gallagher, they’d both been fully clothed and all that, Kash couldn’t prove shit. No, what freaked Mickey out was that he had been willing, totally willing, to put himself between Ian and the fuckin’ geriatric queerbo if it had come to it.

Milkovich’s do not protect. They fuckin’ attack. Gallagher was getting Mickey all twisted around and the fuck if Mickey was going to end up like that bitch Rihanna, not knowing whether he was coming or going over some dude with a magic dick or whatever. Jesus. Mickey knew he should have bolted not stuck around pretending to be mid theft and maybe if Kash had walked in when they were fucking Mickey would have done just that but instead he had walked in on them getting weird with a dip and Mickey had wanted to ram it down the asshole’s throat until he choked on it for interrupting them and for making Ian jump.

Mickey wiped the last traces of cream off his face and shook his head. He’d fucked people up for small things before but never just for making some freckly kid jump. He was definitely getting mixed up but the trouble was, Mickey kind of loved it and the more time he spent around Ian, the more he realised how much he loved it.

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the war is over ?? the day is Finally here ?? ( vine kid vc ) sup fuCKERS ! . im sahar, 20, est n’ i suck major ass tbh and i have nothin’ interesting to say abt myself except that i’ve eaten chocolate chip cookies three times in one week and i hope i choke one day , and i love everything about sad movies . !!! god now since this rp is open ill die for ur mfing characters, fuck me up with them plots . plz like this and come and plot w me , u won’t regrat plotting wit me cuz i’ll show u a good time boo boos . ps . i wrote this at 4 am so y’all better tell me smth nice about kennedy or im fucking done . ily all ..

shes a vegan. wont tell anyone bc she vv reserved . like if u asked how are u she will say smth like ‘ fuck ouuta here fucking fuckboi ‘ and like whenever u get her very pissed off she will say fuck in every single sentence . like ‘ yo dude what the fuck ?? what in the actual fuck are u fucking kidding fucking piece of shit oh my fucking gof fuck bitch” she’s not a bitch or anything she just … toO MUCH ! she also thinks of herself as superior . at times, she can even come across as sickly sweet or just kind in general . SHES incredibly wise and have good judgement when it comes to the people in their lives or the situation at hand. they may not necessarily be too book smart but it’s definitely balanced out by the extent of their street smart/wise. if she’s got an opinion, you can guarantee she’s going to voice it to the highest of volumes. it doesn’t matter whether you’ve known her for 10 years or are complete strangers on the street, she won’t hesitate to share her opinion on the matter. especially if she disagrees with yours. she’s assertive, awfully blunt and arrogant.

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OK NOW OFF TO HER BIO !

her dad was a very quiet man who was soft and kind and just a goof and she was… the opposite. they got along great when she was a kid but as soon as her teenage years came she just turned into a rebellious ball of shit tbh. her dad could not handle her, even tho he tried his best. he wasn’t the yelling type at all and he’d try to make her realize she was a handful thru calm words but KENNEDY was just yolo. she wasn’t good in school. absolutely sucked at math and any science. didn’t kno the difference between geometry and algebra until 8th grade, thought she was doing the same shit. basically every science is the same. but !! she was v good in english class. like, that was her only good subject besides PE bc she was sporty as fuck and got way too intense about it also she was lowkey a bully but only bullied boys because she felt a strong need to make them suffer and she has a lot of good memories about it jhdjsdns

JHGDFGHSYCTG like deadass would beat guys up and be like cOME ON MY GRANDMA COULD FUCKNG TAKE U !!! she would make them m i s e r a b l e things were always kind of tense between kennedy and her mom they never really got along ??? her mom rlly resent kennedy for who she is even though kennedy really mfing tries to be a good person for her mom to accept who she is as a person.

things got a little better when kennedy was 6 and her little brother mikkel was born. except………things only got worse a few years later?? there was an accident where mikkel got hit by a car when kennedy was walking him home from school.obviously the entire family was grief-stricken. they just lost their 6 year old son. it was awful. kennedy’s mom blamed herself, kennedy blamed herself and her dad blamed kennedy too. they moved around a lot after their son, kennedy’s brother died,, to different states but never out of the us and it was like none of them could rly talk about it with each other either. her parents started to fight a lot and they each had different ways of dealing with their grief. her mom went out on some crisis and had a string of affairs , while her dad turned to alcohol and abuse to deal with his grief.

her dad left her mom, after the incident. her mom got rlly fucked up like she will go to parties and act like she was 18. kennedy lived with her mother who appeared to be involved in a few crimes . kennedy appeared to be more responsible than her mother at this point lmao . they got into a car accident under the influence of them celebrating her mother’s birthday. kennedy wasn’t the one driving, but she switched seats with her mother so she wouldn’t get in any more trouble which led to kennedy going to jail for a but bc she was underage .

the cops were like well shes has no one speical so lets leave her with her dad . her dad rlly couldn’t take care of kennedy because well .. he was a mess. he was always pass out on the couch with beer stains on his shirt and a pizza box on the floor. mia was basically an accident/surprise to her father. he had no desire whatsoever to have kids after her brother’s incident.

sometimes kennedy would come to school with bruises on her face. she remembers the snatches of convos between girls warning each other to steer clear of the leach, and wonder what they would say if she told them that everytime her father gets drunk she’s not sure being her father’s daughter will grant her immunity. She knew people could tell with one glance, one look, one simple instant. It was her eyes. Despite the thick makeup, they were still dark-rimmed., haunted, and sad. Most of all though, they were familiar. The fact that we were in front of hundreds of strangers changed nothing at all. She spent a summer with those same eyes-scared, lost, confused-staring back at herself. Anyone she was close with would have known them anywhere. she couldn’t sleep at night knowing that her parents will abuse her for anything that she will do. she spent countless of nights staying up, making sure that she wouldn’t have any slip ups in the morning when she woke up

she spent the rest of her senior year shut off from the world as she grieved not only her brother, but the girl she used to be. she’d always been expected to go on to university & do something that would make a hell of a lot of money, but as her classmates got busy filling out their college applications, she holed up in the school’s auto-shop, learning how to work on cars.a few months after graduation, her grandfather passed ( of natural causes, thank god ) & she received a hefty inheritance. her classmates and teachers, lmao, watched in horror as their precious gem of a daughter shelled out thousands of dollars to purchase her own garage, with plans to become a mechanic. she's not rich, but she does have her own money . gives her a opportunity to say ‘at least i got here all by myself and not with mommy’s or daddy’s money’ heh….

kennedy is somewhat emotionally stunted. her remaining friends from high school have all gone their separate ways & she hardly speaks to any of them. she’s dabbled in a romantic relationship here or there, but most of them have ended badly. basically? she’s a disaster.

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blood chapter 22

I stayed hunched over the toilet in the bathroom. This had become my home for the past couple of hours, and it actually wasn't because of the pregnancy. My stomach was more unsettled because of nerves. Well, I'm sure it was a mixture of both, but my worries were outweighing my hormones.

Justin had been gone since yesterday and was supposed to be back this morning, but he had to stay wherever because of a freak snowstorm. I didn't know where he was and he wouldn't tell me what he was doing. I figured it was something horrible, so I didn't even want to ask.

The more pressing issue was that my seven days were up. Today was the week mark from when I found out that I was pregnant. I gave myself a time limit and I knew what I had to do. Justin was coming home, and he deserved to know. I had tried calling him because I really wanted to say something about the baby. I thought it might be easier over the phone, but that didn't work out like I had planned.

I tried to throw up one more time, but at this point, I had nothing left to expel.

I got up off of the floor and brushed my teeth to get the awful taste out of my mouth. I splashed some water over my face and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like shit, but I hadn't been sleeping well lately; the mix of finals and fear was a good sleep inhibitor. I was scared out of my mind for several reasons.

For one, the father of my child—the man I loved—hated what I was carrying. It wasn't just that Justin didn't like kids; he passionately despised them. He acted like a big kid himself, but I couldn't imagine a person hating a child. If anyone could, though, it was Justin. It didn't matter who they were, either. I had seen him push his little cousins away because they were annoying him or glare at kids on the street because they looked at him funny. How was I supposed to tell him that I was carrying a baby?

Secondly, the school year was over, and I told Charlie that I was staying here for summer classes. When he asked how I was paying for them, I said that I had gotten a small scholarship. That was a complete lie, and I was going to have to go home at some point during the summer—preferably before I started showing. I didn't know what to tell Charlie. I had been so secretive with him over this past year because I was involved in a lot of things I shouldn't. According to him, I was the sweet, innocent girl who was studying her ass off in her dorm. He would soon realize that I not only had a twenty-five year old boyfriend, but that I was knocked up as well? That was going to be a shocker for sure.

He would start digging into Justin and who he was, even though they had already met. Charlie was going to find out what Justin's real last name was, and it would all go downhill from there. Maybe I didn't even need to tell Justin that I we were having a baby, because once Charlie found everything out, it wasn't like I would ever see him again anyway. What about Renee? Oh God, just kill me now.

I was making a mental list of what needed to be done. I had to tell Justin, get to a doctor soon, and go from there.

How was this supposed to work?

"Just tell him." I tried to pump myself up in the mirror. It wasn't working.

I went downstairs and decided to stress cook. I had to do something to subdue my nerves.

I spent hours in the kitchen, making a couple pies, and then a pan of macaroni and cheese since I suddenly wanted some. By the time all of that was done, the kitchen smelled like a cooking show, and I was running out of room to put things on the counter.

The doorbell rang and my heart stopped. I calmed down when I realized that Justin wasn't home yet. He would have used his key. I peeked through the peephole and saw Rose's face on the other side.

"What took you so long?" she asked when I opened the door.

"I was just checking."

"I'm bored. Let's go do something." She plopped down on the sofa, and I sat in the chair next to her. "Do you want to go to Plasma before the guys get back?"

"I don't think so." I shook my head.

"Why? You can't still be sick."

"I think I am and I don't want to go without Alice."

She still had one final test and was studying her ass off, so I hadn't seen her in the past couple of days.

"You don't like me?" Rose feigned hurt.

"You're not exactly the warmest person to hang out with."

"I still know how to have fun and we like each other."

"Yeah, with people around for buffers." I got up from my seat and went back into the kitchen.

"Well, at least I'm not a full on bitch anymore. We just have butting personalities. That doesn't mean we can't go out."

"I guess, but I'm still not feeling well." I munched on a small chocolate chip cookie.

Rose looked around the kitchen. "This sure is a lot of food."

"I was hungry."

She picked up her own cookie and hopped onto the counter. "Well, what do you want to do?"

"Just sit here and wait for Justin to come home."

"Last time I called, they were still stuck in Maine."

"Maine? Is that where they were last night?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Did Emmett tell you that?"

"Emmett tells me everything. Justin didn't tell you why they were going?"

"No."

She bit her lip. "Well, they'll be back soon."

"What do you know?"

"It's best if you don't know right now. Let Justin explain it."

I exhaled deeply. "I try not to ask what he's up to. It scares me too much."

"I understand."

"Rose, can I ask you a question?" I was about to take a big leap of faith here.

"Sure."

"Why do you think Justin hates children?"

She snorted. "Because he can't control them. Or at least, he doesn't know how to. They make him feel awkward, and he wants to treat them like adults, but he doesn't understand that you can't."

"But why is he that way? Emmett and Jasper are fine around kids. I've seen them."

She shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe his brain just doesn't work that way. I can't explain it. But he probably just doesn't like them. Think about all that poop and throw up and piss; he would go insane."

"Do you think he'll ever change?" My voice was scared and soft.

"Probably not any time soon. Why do you ask?"

I turned around to face the wall, because I couldn't look at her anymore. All I wanted to do was cry or shout or… something. "I was just wondering if he was ever going to change."

"Nope," Rose bounced down from the counter, "that bastard is set in stone."

"Great."

"Are you sure you don't want to go out tonight?"

"I'm just going to stay in and wait."

"Alright, loser. I'm taking these cookies." She picked up a pan and walked out of the kitchen. The front door shut a couple seconds later.

For the rest of the day, I sat on the couch and ate fattening foods. I'm sure it wasn't very healthy, but I needed something to do. When the sun went down, I started to get very nervous, because I figured that Justin would be home soon. I got up from the couch around dinnertime and made a full pot of chicken and broccoli alfredo.

I kept my phone in my hand, and it vibrated an hour later. I took a breath and saw Justin's number on the screen.

"Hello." I tried to make my voice sound as normal as possible.

"Hi, I tried to call earlier, but we were stuck on the runway and it took us forever to take off."

"That's okay. Are you hurt?" That was always the question I asked when he had just finished with a job.

"No, we're all fine and business has been taken care of."

"That sounds ominously terrifying."

"I'll explain it all when I get home. Do you want me to pick something up for dinner?"

"No, I made lots of food so you can come straight home." I chewed on my nail. "When are you going to get here?"

"We just landed, so about an hour? Are you alright? You called an awful lot when I was away."

"I'm fine, I just…needed to hear your voice."

Justin didn't say anything for a long second and I could almost hear the unbelieving thoughts he was thinking. He knew something was up.

"Alright, well, I'll be waiting. I missed you."

"I missed you too, Selena. I'll see you soon."

I couldn't fall apart now. I needed to stay strong so that I could get this out. I paced the area in front of the window for about an hour, doing my best to dig a hole in the rug.

When I heard the key in the lock of the door, I raced to the kitchen so that I could throw up again. All of this stress was doing me in, and I was about a second away from falling over in exhaustion. I quickly washed out my mouth and fixed my hair.

"Hi." I turned around and smiled just as Justin came into the kitchen. He was in the same clothes from yesterday and looked tired.

"Hi." He grinned. "Did you miss me?"

"I told you I did." I pulled him by his shirt until his lips locked with mine. We stayed connected for a couple of seconds. "Are you hungry?"

"Starving." He looked around the kitchen. "What happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"There's all this food here. Either my mother had another party while I was gone, or you've been stress cooking. Which one is it?"

"You know; finals." I shrugged.

He sighed through his nose. "You can't keep using that excuse, Selena."

"It's not an excuse." I turned away from him and started fixing a plate. "I'm stressed about my grades. Isn't that a viable reason?"

"Not when you're a genius. You've never worried about grades."

"I'm not a genius, Justin. I have to study and work hard."

"Well, regardless, I know you're hiding something from me."

"And how do you know that?" I handed him his plate.

"Because," He leaned in close to my face, "you're a horrible actress." He placed a kiss on my lips.

"I'm not horrible."

"No, actually you're very good at hiding things, but you can't beat me at my own game."

"Damn," I said under my breath when he walked away.

We sat at opposite ends of the table, and I watched him eat for a couple of minutes. I didn't know how I was going to do this, so I settled for silence. Should I just blurt it out? Should I lead him in with a question or say something funny? Why was this so fucking complicated?

Justin, I'm pregnant.

That's all I needed to say, but those words just wouldn't come up out of my throat. I was only making this worse because the longer I waited the more he was going to claim that I kept this from him. He was going to make this all about him. I knew his game plan. He had the right to freak out, but he was going to go dramatic on this one. Justin was going to start WWIII over this baby.

"I got you a gift," he said from down the table.

"Really? From Maine?"

Justin stopped eating for a second and twisted his neck. "Who told you we were in Maine?"

"Rosalie. She wouldn't tell me why, though."

"Do you really want to know, or are you just being nosy? Because I'll tell you, but I know you won't take it well."

"Did you kill someone?" I asked, chewing on my bottom lip.

"A lot of people," he answered, twirling pasta around on his fork. "Seven people."

"Seven? Wow, that's… a lot."

"Not nearly enough and the rest of them killed more."

"Who were they? Did I know them?"

"Two of them, yes."

"Just tell me what you were doing," I sighed.

"We went up to Maine because that's where Felix and Demetri were. I told you I was going to handle them and I did. Don't say that I should have talked because the time for talking is over; and don't tell me that I needed to just leave them alone. They threatened you on multiple occasions so I handled it."

"I wasn't going to say any of that. I know how you feel about that situation. Was it worth it?"

"I can finally breathe now that I know those douches aren't on your ass anymore."

"I just don't like to think that people died over me."

"I will protect you at any cost. If I have to blow through a whole country, then that's what I'll do."

"You're scaring the shit out of me." I pulled my knees up so that I could rest my chin on them. "I don't like thinking about this."

"You know what I do and who I am."

I nodded. "So you got me a gift?" I asked, changing the subject from our morbid one.

"Yeah, well we were stuck in that fucking place for the whole day and had some time to hang out. I saw this in the window of an antiques shop." Justin pulled out a small white box and slid it across the table.

"Antique, huh?"

"I know you don't like the shiny, new toys so this should be more acceptable."

I pulled out a beautiful silver ring with a small diamond set proudly on top. It had a pink hue and was almost blinding, but still small and not overbearing.

"Wow, it's beautiful." I slipped the ring over the fourth finger on my right hand.

"I just thought I'd get you something nice." Justin's voice was suddenly closer. He had taken a seat next to me. "Carlisle always says that the sight of blood can always be washed away by the sight of diamonds."

"That's a cute saying. Is that how Esme's survived all these years?"

"Probably." He sighed, "Look, I know you don't fully understand what I do and why I have to do horrible things sometimes, but I need you to know that I won't let anything happen to you. I have to do what I have to do. Simple as that."

"I know."

"My family is important to me and when we're threatened, it doesn't end well."

"You're very hot when you're protective."

He chuckled my favorite sound, "I try."

He was mesmerizing me with his eyes, and his face was coming dangerously close to mine. I closed the gap and meshed my lips with his. They were soft and incredibly tender; everything I needed right now. When he pulled back slightly, I knew it was either now or never, because I was slowly starting to go insane from keeping my massive secret.

"Justin, I have something to tell you."

"What?" His lips moved to my neck, and his hand dipped into my sweatpants, running over my slit. Now it was really hard to concentrate.

"I…" I gripped his hair tightly, "I'm pregnant."

His hand stilled and his kisses stopped completely.

"What did you just say?" Justin pulled away from me. His face had turned completely to stone.

"I'm pregnant," I whispered.

He let out a shuddering breath. "How do you know?"

"Besides the changes in my body, I took three tests."

"Changes in your body?" He looked me up and down.

"My boobs hurt; I'm nauseated, always tired, and I can smell absolutely everything."

"Oh my God." He sat back in his chair. "This can't be happening."

I let him ruminate the information in his head for a couple minutes. I didn't say one word, but I really wanted to. I needed to know what he was feeling. His face and body didn't give anything away. He just sat there like a statue and breathed through his nose.

"I thought you were on the pill?" Justin asked me.

"I am, but… I skipped a few days, and then I wasn't paying attention to the time so…"

"You missed a couple of days? You weren't watching?" He pushed himself up from the table and grabbed his plate. He went into the kitchen, and I heard a crash as the plate broke into tiny pieces.

He was furious.

There was another crash, and then his feet stomped back into the dining room. "Selena, you better not be joking. Did Emmett put you up to this?"

"This isn't a joke, Justin."

He nodded. "Okay, then. Deal with it."

"Deal with what?"

"Get rid of it." Justin started climbing the stairs.

It took me a couple of seconds to realize what the hell he was saying, and I almost went into full volcanic mode when I did. I ran up the stairs after him and barged into the bedroom.

"What did you just say?"

"I said, I want you to get rid of it; the baby has to go," Justin muttered with finality.

"Are you serious? You don't even want to think about this? You're first reaction is to get rid of it?"

"Yes, I'm being a realist. Get rid of the baby."

"What happened to all your old Italian, Catholic teachings?"

"Don't get all religious on me, Selena." He undid his tie roughly. "Do you realize how bad this is?"

"Do you realize how good this might be? We're going to have a child."

"No, we're not. I'm going to give you my credit card, turn my head, and you're going to handle this."

"Can you hear yourself right now?" I shouted. "You haven't even thought about this."

Justin sat on the bed and took a deep breath. "Selena, you're eighteen fucking years old. You are in no way financially or emotionally stable to have a child."

"That's what I have you for."

"I sure as hell am not having a child. There is no way that I'm ready to have a kid. I'm never having children." He went into the bathroom.

I followed him. "Justin, I know that I'm young and I'm fucking scared out of my mind, but I can't just get rid of my baby."

"Alright, adoption?" He leaned against the counter. "Can you carry a baby for nine months, and then give it away?"

"Why would I even want to do that?"

"Because I'm not having children. I can't say it any more ways."

"You're such a coward. I knew this was going to happen, but I thought you'd at least think about this. Maybe you need time…"

"I don't need to think, Selena. I'm about to take over the largest crime family in the world, and you want me to not only protect you, but also a child? If you want to give it up for adoption, that's fine with me, but I highly doubt that you would want to go that route."

"You're being a complete jackass. This is more than just you and me, Justin."

"I can't believe you would do this to me," he suddenly said and gripped the side of the counter. "You've ruined everything. How could you not prevent this? You're completely irresponsible."

"I didn't do anything on purpose, and I'm sorry, but my sense of time kind of got knocked into a hurricane when I had to deal with you and your fucking heart attack. It wasn't like I planned to bring your perfect life down to its knees. I'm sorry that you think I ruined your life."

"You're so reckless. This affects more than just you, Selena. I can't have a child. I hate them; I don't have the means to take care of one, and I certainly don't feel like dealing with a baby when I have so much shit on my plate I can barely breathe."

"So you're just going to kick me out?"

"No, I love you. I don't love that baby."

I stood there stunned for a second. "How could you say that? This is just as much a part of me as it is you."

"Well, I don't want it." Justin walked out of the bathroom. "Get rid of the baby, Selena. If you think you can handle adoption then that's what we'll do, but if not…" He left his sentence trail off.

"I can't believe I'm hearing this right now."

"What did you expect? You know I despise children and you drop a bomb on me like that?"

"Do you want to think about it? I can tell you right now; I'm not killing our baby."

"You don't have a choice. What are you going to do if I kick you out? You have no money, no place to live, and you're still in school. Selena, I'm trying to help you right now. You can't have this baby."

I just shook my head and walked out of the room without looking at him. I could feel tears in my eyes, but didn't care.

"Where are you going?"

I put on my shoes. "To stay with Alice for the night."

"Are you going to tell her?"

"No, I'm not going to tell anyone." I wiped my face. "Just so you know, you're making me feel incredibly horrible for something that could be good. I know you're scared, because I am too, but… just think about it, Justin. I'm not giving this up. I'll do this whether you want me to or not."

He didn't say anything as I backed out of the door and heard it shut behind me. All the way down to Alice and Jasper's floor, I cried so hard that my eyes hurt. I was exhausted, and all I wanted to do was crash. I barely made it down the hall and to their door. I knocked and waited.

"Oh, hey, Selena," Jasper answered in sweatpants and nothing else, running a towel through his hair. He noticed my tears. "What happened?"

I calmed my sobs so I could speak. "Can I stay with you tonight?"

"Sure." He moved away from the door. "Are you okay? Is Justin hurt? What happened?"

"Nothing, we just had a fight." I shook my head. "It's nothing."

"I'll get Alice." He guided me into his family room, and I sat on the comfortable couch. I didn't get a chance to talk to Alice, because I fell asleep a couple seconds later.

My dreams that night were filled with things that were starting to become impossible.

I saw brief moments of a life that I would never have: Justin and me at an altar; Justin and me walking in the park with a bronze haired boy and green eyes; Justin and me with a little girl, who was too beautiful for words. None of them would be in my near future. The way I saw it, I could either have one or the other—Justin or my baby.

How was I supposed to choose? What was I supposed to do? How could I make this decision? I shouldn't have to make this decision. I was dealing with way too much right now and nothing was making any sense. How could Justin not want his own child? I knew he was scared, but so was I. Maybe I was being a little hypocritical since I had thought about my options for a split second, but it was only that long. Justin was pushing this abortion thing pretty hard. He did suggest adoption, but he was right. If I carried this baby for nine months, I would be far too attached to give it all up. I was too attached now. I would never be able to give up my child— now or nine months down the road.

When I woke up, I was even more exhausted than I was before.

I rolled over and felt a strange bed with covers up to my chin. I looked around the room and saw that I was in one of Jasper's guestrooms. It was minimally done in gray and black; soothing colors. The bed was incredibly fluffy and I never wanted to get out.

"Jasper, don't wake her up." I heard Alice's voice in a whisper from the other side of the door.

"Why? She's been sleeping for basically the whole day."

"You saw her when she came in last night. She looked terrible. She must still be sick; that's what Rose said. Did you talk to Justin?"

"Yeah, all he said was that they had a huge fight, but he wouldn't tell me what it was about."

"Maybe they broke up?"

"No, he told me he didn't want to break up with her; I asked."

"Well then, what the hell happened?"

"Can we go in now?"

"Quietly." I heard the door creak open and feet coming into the room.

"Selena, are you up?" Jasper asked.

"Yeah." My voice was thick and grainy. I rolled over and smiled at him.

"We were so worried about you." Alice got on the bed lightly. "Are you sick?"

"I think I have the flu," I lied. I still wasn't ready to tell anyone yet.

"Oh, no. I can't get sick." Jasper backed up quickly. "Why did you come here?"

"I'm not trying to poison you," I laughed, straining to sit up in bed.

"You look like shit," Alice observed.

"Well, thank you."

"I didn't mean it badly: I'm just concerned. Did Justin kick you out?"

"Of course he didn't," Jasper defended his brother. "He didn't, did he?"

"No, I left. We needed to cool off after… our fight."

"What happened?" Alice's face was so tortured for me.

"Nothing. I don't want to talk about it right now. Did you see him today?" I asked Jasper.

"Yeah, he looks like shit, too. He said he wanted to talk to you."

"Really?"

"You two must be dealing with something serious."

"You could say that." I pulled the covers off of me, suddenly very hot, and climbed out of bed. "Thank you for letting me stay here last night."

"Of course. Are you sure you want to go back so quickly? Maybe we should talk," Alice suggested and followed me down the hall.

"No, I just want to see Justin. It's going to be alright," I assured her. "Sorry for crashing."

"It's okay, get better." Jasper leaned in like he was going to kiss my cheek, but then backed up. "Uh, never mind. I can't get sick right now."

"It's alright. I'll see you guys later." I left their apartment and waited for the elevator.

On my way up, I had a slight sense of hopefulness. I knew I shouldn't have just expected Justin to rejoice at the prospect of having a child, but I didn't think he would be so rash. To jump straight to abortion without even really talking about things was frightening. I wouldn't give that option the time of day, and he couldn't tell me what to do. I was just praying that I could talk some sense into him.

My heart beat thunderously as I stood in front of his door and knocked. It took a couple of seconds, but he opened it and let me in. Justin looked like Jasper had said—shit. There were deep bags under his eyes, and his face had a deep strain to it that told me he had been up the whole night.

"Hi," I said awkwardly and looked down at my feet.

"Hi," he replied. "I guess we need to talk."

"Yeah."

He led me to the kitchen, and I sat on a barstool.

"I would offer you coffee, but the books say that you're not allowed to have any." He held up a "What to Expect When You're Expecting" book.

"You brought that?"

Justin nodded. "Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to understand what the fuck was going on."

"I know you're scared, and I'm sorry…"

"No, Selena, I'm terrified and not just for me. What kind of father would I make? I shouldn't be raising a child, and I don't think you're seeing that correctly. You seem to think that this will be a good thing, but if you bring a child into this world, we'll both screw it up."

"We'll have help. We don't really know what to do now, but we have your parents and everyone else. We'll learn."

"We'll learn," he repeated. "That's not how it works. I just can't see this being positive. I know I was harsh last night… but that's the only option I see."

"You would want to kill your own flesh and blood?"

"I don't want this baby. I just want you." His eyes were so sad. It was heartbreaking, but I told myself to stay strong.

"We're a package deal now, Justin. I'm having your baby." I jumped off the stool and took his hands in mine. "We're having a baby."

"I don't know what to do."

"Isn't this what's supposed to happen? Aren't you supposed to have a big family and lots of kids to help your legacy last or something?"

"Selena, you're eighteen. Even if I wanted that stuff, I would wait until I was ready, and you were older. I can't… I just can't do this right now."

I deflated completely. "There's no changing your mind?"

"There's no changing yours?"

I shook my head. "I'm keeping this baby."

He nodded and closed his eyes. "What am I going to do?"

"You could… accept that. I don't want to push you into a corner, but I love you and I know you love me. This is just a speed bump."

Justin let my hands go and ran his through his hair. "I'm sorry, but right now, my mind just can't wrap around the thought of having a child."

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him; he didn't pull away. "I'm going to go for a walk and give you some more time to think. I know I just dropped this on you, but this is happening. I really need your help, Justin."

He didn't say anything, and I kissed him again.

I went upstairs to change and brush my teeth. Surprisingly, I wasn't hungry this morning. All I wanted to do was get out into some fresh air. I felt like that was the only way I could think.

When I was in the bathroom, I took a look at my stomach. Nothing had changed, and I was still flat as a board, but I could almost feel the baby growing inside of me; it was a part of me. How could Justin not want this? Was it a guy thing? I figured he just needed more time, and I would give him all he needed.

I went back to the kitchen and found Justin reading the book, his head bent and furrowed in thought.

"Don't go too far," he said without looking at me.

"Just think about everything I said." I began to walk out of the kitchen. "And could you ask Benny to stay here? I need to be alone."

"I can't…"

"Please, Justin. I don't want him breathing down my neck."

He didn't reply, but I saw that he gave his approval.

I left the apartment and tapped my foot on the elevator floor as it went down. The more I was in this building, the more I felt like I was suffocating. I needed to get out and walk around, or I was going to go crazy. This was a lot to handle in such a short amount of time, and my head was about to explode. Finally, the doors dinged open, and I shuffled into the lobby before taking my first breath of fresh air in what felt like years.

I walked slowly, just thinking, for what must have been an hour. I went to the park and made sure to take a break on a couple benches so that I could see the kids running around with their parents. I wanted to know how they dealt with children. Was I going to be a good mother? So far, things weren't going so well, but I had to believe that they would get better.

While I was sitting and watching, I felt the bench dip down as someone occupied the space next to me.

"Hello, Selena," a deep voice said.

I was surprised as hell when I turned my head and saw Jacob Black sitting there. He was playing with his tie nonchalantly and had his sunglasses on so that I couldn't see his eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I scooted away from him. If there was a reason he was here, it wasn't good.

"I'm here to bring bad news, unfortunately, but we'll get to that later. How are you?"

I started to get up from the bench, but Jacob's hand pushed me back down roughly. He didn't let me go when I was sitting again.

"What do you want?" I spat. "I need to get back home."

"I'm sorry, but that won't be happening today. Why don't we just sit and talk. I'm trying to be nice for a change."

"I don't want to talk to you. Let me go." I tried to get out of his grasp, but he wouldn't release.

"Where were you last night?" he demanded.

"At home."

"Where was Justin?"

"With me. Let me go."

"Was he there the whole day and night?"

"I don't know what he does during the day, but he was with me last night. Why the hell do you care?"

"It's not nice to lie to a police officer, Selena. I'm sure your father taught you that."

"What the hell do you want?" I struggled and he was really starting to hurt me with his grip.

"I'm sorry I have to do this, Selena. I really thought you'd be more cooperative. You're under arrest." He swung my wrist behind my back painfully, and I felt cold metal against my skin.

"I'm what?" I felt like throwing up. This was happening so fast that I couldn't even understand it.

"Selena Swan, you're under arrest for obstruction of justice and racketeering. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?"

"I don't even understand what you're talking about; racketeering?

"Among other things." Jacob started walking and pulled me behind him towards the street where a car was waiting. "We have a whole laundry list of wonderful charges."

"You're just doing this to get to Justin."

"Bring down the girl, bring down the man." Jacob ducked my head into the back of the car and another officer was in the front seat, "This is the end of Selena Swan and I'm sorry."

"I'm Embry Quill. We'll be seeing a lot of each other."

I didn't know what to say or what was going on. I was scared out of my mind and terrified. I wanted to talk to anyone who knew what the hell was happening. How did my life become so drama filled? It was one thing after another, and this was just the icing on the cake.

How more fucked up could my life get?

Jacob Black got into the driver's seat with a devilish grin. "Selena, I would get very comfortable, because this is the last of the outside you're going to see for a long time."

It would be surprising if you weren't tired. In some ways, your pregnant body is working harder even when you're resting than a nonpregnant body is when mountain-climbing; you just can't see its efforts. For one thing, it's manufacturing your baby's life-support system, the placenta, which won't be completed until the end of the first trimester. For another, it's adjusting to the many other physical and emotional demands of pregnancy, which are considerable. Once your body has adjusted and the placenta…

I had to stop reading after that.

I smashed my palms into my eyes and scrubbed them across my face. My heart was still pumping a little quicker than usual, and my head was pounding. For the first time in years, I wanted to take a nap.

Could this really be happening? How could this be happening?

I took a large gulp of water and tried to sooth my fiery nerves. I was pissed; I was confused. I was uncertain, but I was also terrified, and I had never in my life felt that emotion.

Selena had just left for her walk, and I was thankful for that, because I couldn't breathe while she was around right now. It was hard for me to even think about being in the same room with her. Did she really not see how much of a bad idea this was? She was pregnant! Holy shit, she was pregnant! She was pregnant!

I had to say it at least ten times before I could even fathom the possibility of that statement. A child with my eyes or my hair or my nose… It made me sick just thinking about it. Like she requested, I had called Benny and asked him to stay behind. She needed her time alone just as much as I did.

There were so many things that could go wrong with this, and I wasn't just thinking about myself.

Selena was fucking eighteen years old. She had her whole life ahead of her for this kind of shit. In ten years, when she had grown up and was with some man who wanted kids, then she could rethink things. But that brought about a new set of problems. I didn't want her with another man now, and I didn't want her with another one in ten years. Selena was mine, and I planned on keeping it that way. Never mind about the marriage thing or the fact that I would make a horrible husband; some people just dated forever, right?

Last night, I was so excited to get home because I had taken care of the threat. With Felix and Demetri gone, a weight was lifted off of my shoulders, and I felt like I could finally breathe. Selena was somewhat safer now. I didn't have to look over my shoulder every five seconds for one of the Volturi boys to pop up and kill her. Of course, the threat would never be truly gone, but I didn't have those stupid mosquitoes buzzing in my ear anymore.

My seemingly good mood came crashing down when Selena revealed her little secret.

My first reaction was to disbelieve her. I had encountered this before, and on those occasions, girls lied because they wanted to trap me. There was never any truth to those situations, and I really hoped that Selena was following the same path. But then the logical side of my brain stepped in. Selena and I were already together. She had me under her finger. What need would she have to fabricate a lie like that? She didn't need to lie to me.

So, Selena was pregnant. That was the only conclusion I could come up with. Whatever happened to modern science? I knew birth control wasn't full proof, but this was ridiculous. Why now? This was the worst possible time for this to fall into my lap. I was on the verge of taking over a major crime syndicate and still in remission from a fucking heart attack. My life wasn't really conducive for a child, even if I did want one.

I could never see someone like me raising a kid. I would be horrible; things weren't going to get any easier as I got older. I knew that it was my lot in life to produce children, but I was hoping that I could skirt around that topic. I'm sure Emmett, Alec, and Jasper could provide more than enough kids to keep the Bieber name going. Why did I need to be a part of that?

When Selena told me, I blew up. I didn't know how else I was supposed to act. My brain was going crazy with questions that I just wanted to spit at her and demand answers. I felt like I needed to hit something, so that's why I got up from the table. I should have taken a couple of breaths and just talked it out, but i didn't have words. When Selena did push me to say something, I exploded with all of my thoughts.

I was ashamed of my first reaction to the news, but I had always known that "getting rid" of the baby was the path I would choose. Abortion or adoption, I didn't care which just as long as I didn't have to be burdened with a fucking baby. Call me a coward or whatever, but that was my stance, and I was sticking to it. I wasn't only doing this for Selena and myself, but for that kid too. How well could it turn out? There were no positives to this situation, and I just needed to convince Selena of that.

I didn't know how far along she was—we never got that far—but I figured abortion was still an option. She could be through with this in minutes. That would be fine with me. We didn't even have to tell anyone. If Selena didn't go for that, then there was also adoption. That would be a far more strenuous route, but it would still leave us free of a child. That was the main goal. People would obviously know that Selena was pregnant if we went that way, although, it might be a better option if she didn't want to go to a clinic. Everyone would hate me, but it was the only viable possibility. Whichever was fine with me.

Unfortunately, Selena wasn't seeing things my way. I didn't know what about this made anything appear positive, but it seemed like I was the only one in this relationship with a clear head. This baby was going to ruin Selena's life. She was going to have to drop out of school, take time off and probably wouldn't ever go back. I didn't want that for her. I had already taken so much from Selena without giving anything back and now this? I was destroying her life. We couldn't have this baby.

I groaned and banged my head against the counter, "Stupid, stupid, stupid…"

There was a knock at the door, and I didn't even move from my spot. I didn't care to open it. Selena had a key so anyone else could suck it. I wasn't in the mood to deal with stupidity today.

"Yo, Justin," Emmett's voice yelled, "we're here and we're hungry. You better not be hogging pizza or I'm breaking your arm."

"I have to remember to take that key away," I said to myself and put the pregnancy book in a drawer so he wouldn't suspect anything. I was going to leave it up to Selena about telling people. I didn't mind as long as in nine months' time, I wasn't rocking a baby to sleep.

"What's going on?" Emmett started going through my fridge for food. Alec was with him, and he sat on a barstool, eating a massive chocolate bar.

"Don't you have your own house? I'm tired of you being over here," I growled.

"You will never be rid of me." He laughed. "Besides, Rose hasn't gone grocery shopping this week. I'm hungry and I know Selena always keeps this place stocked."

"Yeah," I sighed.

"Why is there so much damned ginger ale?" He moved stuff around. "I can't even find the food. This is ridiculous. There must be ten bottles in here."

"It helps Selena's stomach. She's still sick," I lied.

"Maybe she should go see a doctor," Alec suggested. "It's not healthy for her to be sick this long. Is she all right?"

"She's fine." I shut the refrigerator door. "Can I help either of you?"

"We're bored," Emmett pouted. "Let's go shoot something. We could go play arrow roulette."

"As much as I would love that, I'm busy and you need to occupy your time in a healthier way. I'm sure you have some work to do."

"Don't care. I'm on vacation."

"We just got back from vacation and like I said, I'm busy."

"With what?" Alec asked.

"Things that don't concern you. Leave," I commanded and crossed my arms.

"No, I don't think we will." Emmett sat next to Alec. "What the hell happened with you and Selena last night?"

"What do you mean?" I exhaled, getting very annoyed with my brothers.

"Jasper said you guys had a massive fight and she had to stay with him and Alice. What did you do?"

"Can nothing stay private in this family?" I ran a hand through my hair. He didn't mention the baby, so I assumed Selena hadn't said anything to either Jasper or Alice. I would have heard about it by now.

"What's going on?" Alec was concerned. I could tell by the tone of his voice. His childlike curiosity and knack for sensing problems was becoming highly dangerous for me in this situation.

"Nothing, just drop it."

"You did something to Selena, didn't you?" Emmett squinted his eyes at me. "You made her cry?"

"Yes," I admitted, "we just had a fight."

"About what?"

"I can't remember." I shrugged.

"You're lying," Emmett accused.

"So what if I am? No one asked you to butt into my business."

"This is Selena's business too," Alec challenged. "We have a right to know."

"Stupid Italian, gossiping, brothers…" I grumbled under my breath and filled a glass with water. It was time to take my medication and today, I needed it more than ever.

"Are you still taking that shit?" Emmett asked.

"Yes, and I don't need your mouth right now. Just leave." I ingested a couple pills and swallowed the water.

"You're extra bitchy today," Alec said.

"It must be his man-period."

"Both of you need to leave." I roughly picked Alec up by the collar of his shirt and started shoving him into the hallway.

"You know, we can give you brotherly advice if you'd just ask." Emmett followed us.

"I already got the big brother talk from Jasper last night."

"He's stupid. You need to come to me for girlfriend problems."

"That makes me feel so much better." I rolled my eyes.

"Are you going to break up with her? You know Ma would kill you if you did." Alec pushed me off of him.

"No, I'm not breaking up with her. We're just… having issues."

"Jasper said that she was crying like crazy last night. Did you hurt her?"

"Of course I didn't and I would appreciate it if you would stop getting your information from Jasper. You three are like old ladies. Keep your noses in your own business."

"Fine, we'll go downstairs and have some fun without you." Emmett walked out of my apartment. "Come on, kid."

"Bye, Justin." Alec waved and trotted after him.

I slammed the door and stomped back to the kitchen. I didn't want to go back to reading that stupid book again, because I could barely understand what the hell it was saying. There were so many words that were foreign to me, and I only got more stressed with each turn of the page. How the hell were we supposed to raise a baby? There was no way in hell it was going to work. I just had to convince Selena that our only option was to handle it by other means.

I wasn't a total monster. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized that I had created something. A part of me was growing inside of Selena, and I'm sure some people would die to be in my position; just not me. Should I want a child? Like with most normal things, my mind wasn't wired that way. I only saw this as a negative.

Besides the theoretical horrors of me raising a child, there was also the very real possibility that I might actually die if I had to care for something that vomited and pooped and peed excessively for the first year of its life.

I shuddered just thinking about being anywhere near a baby. How the hell did people take care of those things?

I sighed heavily, going back into the kitchen to resume my reading. I was trying to understand what about this child thing was so appealing to everyone. My plans still weren't changing, but I might be able to sympathize with Selena more if I knew why she was willing to sacrifice everything for this baby.

I never wanted to be away from her again, because that only caused me to do stupid things. I didn't want to lose Selena, but would she make me choose? I figured yes, and I didn't want to even think about that right now. My main goal was to just get her to see reason.

Before I could even open the damned pregnancy book up, there was another knock on the door.

"Justin, open up. I need to talk to you." I heard my father's voice frantically commanding me.

"What do you want?" I shouted, not moving from the counter.

"This is no time for games. Open this fucking door!"

I rolled my eyes and trekked into the hallway. He pushed past me when I opened the door, and I could tell that he was worried about something. Carlisle rarely showed signs of agitation or stress, so this was a little perplexing.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Sit down." He went to my liquor cabinet that had just been restocked, and pulled out a large bottle of scotch.

"Should I be worried?" I sat on the couch.

"I'm about to tell you something, but I want you to just take deep breaths and think before you act."

"What's going on?" I said skeptically, "I don't like the way you're talking."

He downed his drink and began pouring another one. "Selena got arrested."

It took me a second to digest his words. "I'm confused. What did you say?"

"Selena was just arrested."

"No… what? That's impossible. I just saw her like an hour ago. She went out… for a walk. I think you misunderstood."

"Justin, listen to me, this is serious. I just got a call from the Commissioner; they're holding her downtown."

I blinked a couple of times, trying to understand what the hell he was talking about. "She was arrested?"

"I don't like repeating myself and I've done it twice already." Carlisle sighed. "I'm working on it."

"What the hell are the charges?" I jumped up from the couch, my legs wanting to run out of the room.

"A whole bunch of shit that's trumped up. They're trying to get her to talk about your recent trip to Maine."

"What does that have to do with her?" I realized that I was shouting at this point, but I didn't care.

"Racketeering, harboring a suspect, money laundering, drug trafficking; it's a mess, Justin and they're just getting started. They're even trying to charge her with accessory to murder since they think she knows something about Maine."

"She has nothing to do with any of that." I was seething.

"Of course she doesn't and most of the charges aren't going to be worth anything, but she is in a very bad position right now."

"Why? Just get her out."

"I can't do that. The Commissioner is blowing smoke up my ass and he's starting to ask questions."

"Get her out!"

"It doesn't work like that, Justin. You can't just bypass the entire legal system; not this time. Selena has been arrested and there are actually a few things that suggest she broke the law, but they're trying to get to you. You need to calm down and let me handle this."

"I won't let her go down for my mistakes. She didn't do anything wrong," I argued, my heart starting to thunder in my chest.

"She will be held and I have Jenks working on things, but… this is a tricky situation."

"Why? It seems simple to me. Selena is innocent so she'll get off. How are you not seeing this?"

"Justin, they won't let her go without getting to you first. Selena's just a liability and they're trying to scare us."

"So you're not going to do anything?"

"I'm doing all I can. You have to let this work itself out."

"Are you fucking serious? Is that what you have to say to me?"

"Justin, this is going to get very dirty because Jacob isn't letting Selena go. He's going to use her against us."

"They don't have anything on her." I was pulling at my hair so tightly that it hurt. "Why not Alice or Rose?"

"I don't know," Carlisle sighed. "I'm being proactive about it all, though. I can't stall much longer and once things get out about this, they won't stop. People are going to ask questions and start searching for answers."

"This shouldn't be as bad as it's sounding. I still don't understand the charges. Don't we have a plan in place for this?"

"They can hold her for a traffic violation and beef it up to ten years if they want to. It doesn't matter. They're trying to humiliate you and it's working. Our plan is always to be proactive. We're going to nip this thing in the bud before it even gets started."

Before I could even think about it, I jumped over the back of the sofa and went into the kitchen, grabbing my keys off of the counter. I threw the pregnancy book in the trash. I would worry about that later.

"Justin, where are you going?"

"To get Selena back." I slammed the door shut and was in the elevator in a second.

I heard Carlisle yelling at me as the doors closed, but I could have cared less.

This was my biggest fear come true. I didn't even really know what the whole situation was, but after the words "Selena got arrested" were uttered, I didn't really need to know. Because of me, she was being taken, and I would figure the rest out after I got her freed. This was turning into a massive shit storm that neither of us needed to be dealing with right now, and I was going to make sure that the right people paid for crossing me.

Why was it always Selena? Alice and Rosalie were sitting ducks and perfect candidates for the taking. Not that I ever wished anything bad on them, but Selena needed a fucking break. I knew why Black was doing this. He wanted me to do something rash and dig myself into a hole. Carlisle was right; they could hold her on trumped up charges and plant all the evidence they wanted just to make me enraged. It wasn't a secret that I acted before I thought, and this was just one instance when I wished I could control the beast inside of me. It wasn't going to happen.

I would handle everyone else after Selena was let go.

Thankfully, the Saleen was waiting in the garage, and I was more than ready to stretch her legs. I sped out of the parking lot and blasted through the streets, not bothering to look at lights or stop signs. I didn't know what I planned on doing when I got there, but I would figure it out later.

By the time I reached the downtown office, my blood was raging in my body, and I was trying to convince myself that I didn't need to blow up. For good reason though, I brought my Eagle. I wasn't playing games anymore. I jumped out of the car and just kept running.

"Justin, where are you going?" Emmett's Mercedes screeched to a halt in front of me, effectively blocking my path.

"What does it look like?" I tried to move in front of the car, but he accelerated and blocked me again.

"You can't go in there. Dad told me what happened."

"Get out of my way." I closed my eyes to calm down. The last thing I needed to do was shoot my brother in the parking lot of the police department.

"Justin, let them handle this."

"She did nothing wrong!" I shouted at him.

"I know that, but you can't just barge in there and expect things to be resolved."

"You can say that because Rosalie isn't sitting in a fucking jail cell."

"I know you're mad, but we're going to get her out. They won't be able to hurt her." Emmett got out of the car, leaving it running. "Just calm down before you give yourself a stroke."

I breathed deeply, clutching my gun in my hand. "They arrested her. It was my fault…"

"It's not your fault, Justin. Just get in the car and I'll drive you home."

"I can't just leave her in there."

I pushed him off of me and jumped over the hood of his car, sliding to the ground and darting up the sidewalk. I took the stairs three at a time and right before I reached the door, I felt arms wrap around my torso from behind.

I struggled to break free. "Get the fuck off of me."

"I can't let you get in anymore trouble." Emmett was too strong, so I was flailing around aimlessly but still trying to break free.

"Let me go!" I threw my head back and heard a crack as I broke his nose, but Emmett still didn't release his hold. He carried me to the car and by the way my hands were bound, I couldn't move or use my Eagle.

"I've been ordered to take you home." It took him a long time to get me in the car, but he finally shoved me through the door and grabbed the gun from me.

He was speeding away from the police department and as much as I protested, he wouldn't hear my reasoning.

"Just let me handle my own business." I was debating on whether or not I should just kill him now and take control of the car.

"Let Dad deal with this. He knows what he's doing but you need to lay low. Did you know that Aro took out a hit on you this morning? He's fucking out for our blood, dude."

"Let him try. I'm ready for him."

"You need to just shut up and take a break for a couple of days. You can't run over everyone and expect to get off without consequences. You know I'm with you but calm down."

"She's in fucking jail. Does no one understand that?" I pulled at my hair.

"Selena isn't going to get in trouble and you know it. Black wants you to come out of hiding."

"Why didn't he just come after me?"

"Because he needs you enraged. We have to keep you safe, first and foremost."

"I can't believe we're just going to let her sit in jail!"

"Dad's dealing with it," Emmett yelled. "Just shut up. I can't have you getting yourself locked up too. Then we'd get nowhere."

I sulked in my seat, trying to control my heart because it was about to explode out of my chest.

It didn't matter what "condition" Selena was in, I had to push through my opinions on our baby and just get her the fuck out of jail. I almost choked on air as I thought about what I had just said: our baby.

This was not good at all. I had to keep reminding myself that my father promised to handle this. If I didn't have that vow, I would have turned this car around and headed right back to the police offices. Selena was my main priority right now. Not the baby, not me, and not Jacob fucking Black—just Selena.

By the time we reached my parents' house, I was still furious, but trying to calm down so that I could logically get some answers.

I jumped out of the car and raced inside.

"Justin, calm down or you're going to give yourself another heart attack." Esme hugged me. "Carlisle's going to get her out."

"Where is he?" I pushed her off.

"In his office." Her voice was small, and I could tell that we were in a worse situation than people were telling me.

I bounded up the stairs and busted through Carlisle's office door. He was on the phone and shouting with a red face. Nicola was in his wheelchair and watching his grandson work.

"How the hell did you get up here?" I asked him.

"Never mind that; how is Selena?"

"I don't know. No one's telling me anything and Emmett wouldn't let me get in to see her."

"Good. Who knows what you would have done." Nicola rolled towards the desk and pressed the receiver button on the phone, cutting it off.

"What the hell was that for?" Carlisle slammed the phone down.

"You're not going to get anything done with normal bureaucracy. What's the Commissioner saying?"

"He wants to know who the hell Selena is and why she has racketeering charges against her. Jacob locked her up for illegal gambling." He sat in his large chair.

"Are you fucking serious?"

"He has tape of her at the tracks a couple days ago and says she frequents your casino a lot."

"She's been there once and she never paid for anything at the tracks," I argued, "Isn't the legal gambling age eighteen?"

"Horse betting is different; twenty-one."

"This is bullshit." I yelled, "She did nothing wrong."

"It doesn't matter; until they do an investigation, we can't get her out. At least, until her arraignment tomorrow. They'll set bail and we'll post it, but until then, she's staying downtown. Plus, you went home last night after that massacre and they're trying to say she harbored a fugitive."

"I went back to my own house. They can't charge her for that."

"They can do anything they want if they spin it the right way. Don't underestimate this, Justin. The Commissioner has never been on our bad side, but this could turn out horribly."

"And what about that gambling shit? Alec is way younger than she is and he was betting too."

"I know, I know. No one cares about that, though, and now I have people looking into you for RICCO charges. They want to know where each and every cent of your money is coming from."

"What about you?" My breathing was harsh and deliberate.

"They would never touch your father. He pays all their salaries and he would just fight back, causing a hell of a scandal," Nicola thought out loud. "Selena can't fight with any gusto. She has nothing."

"So what are you going to do?" I asked my father. "She didn't do anything. I won't let her go down for me."

"First of all, we need to get you out of the country, and then I'll post her bail tomorrow. After that, I'll get Jenks to handle her case because this sure as hell will end up in court. Black won't ever let this go now that he has you in the palm of his hand." Carlisle was typing on his computer quickly, his fingers flying across the keys.

"I'm not going anywhere until I see Selena."

"Justin, I don't have time to debate this with you. You're leaving and getting under the radar. Once they start with this investigation, I won't be able to hide you anymore. The RICCO charges are just the start. You better believe that they have things on that stunt you pulled in Maine, especially if Aro's involved."

"And then that Shinobu shit's going to get on board." Nicola rolled his eyes. "I suggest posting Selena's bail tomorrow, and then shipping her off to wherever you send Justin to."

"You want to make them both fugitives?" Carlisle sighed. "I can't do that. If Justin leaves now, he can come back without any consequence. If Selena violates her bail, she could be in deep water."

"Oh, please," Nicola scoffed. "I've been a fugitive since 1972. They don't have enough resources to hunt her down. Get Justin out now, and then Selena can follow tomorrow."

"I said I'm not leaving until I make sure she's safe," I repeated.

"You don't really have a say anymore, son." Carlisle looked at me. "If you want Selena safe, then you'll do as I say. Let me handle this."

"You keep saying that, but nothing's getting done. I need Selena out of jail and her name cleared." I slammed my fist down on his desk, rattling the things on top of it.

"First of all, never raise your voice to me again. Don't forget who runs this family. You might think you have clout, but I can run your ass over in a second if I need to. No one is above me and I'll do what I think is necessary."

"What if your way is wrong?" I gritted.

Nicola slapped the back of my head so hard that I thought my spinal column had snapped, "Bite your tongue. We know what we're doing. You young kids think you can do anything and everything, but there's a system."

"The system doesn't work." I challenged.

"Justin, you're two seconds away from having my gun in your mouth. Don't test me right now." Carlisle glared at me with such authority that I had to prevent myself from cowering backwards.

"Selena is a civilian. I can't just snap my fingers and have her out of jail. That's not how it works in this case." He calmed down.

As much as I wanted to argue, I couldn't. I was in no position to say a word, because things were moving too quickly. It was times like these when I realized just how inexperienced I was. I had no idea what I would do in this situation. I needed to be more like my father and think things through. Unfortunately, all of my reasoning kind of went out the window when Selena was endangered.

"I'm sending Justin off in an hour. As for Selena, I think we'll take our chances. I don't want her being an international deserter. She doesn't need that," Carlisle said.

"And where exactly am I going?" I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Switzerland." Nicola rolled away from us towards the liquor cabinet. "You'll stay there until things have calmed down."

"How long does that take?"

"Maybe a year, could be longer." Carlisle answered. "And connections will be limited. I don't want to risk it. They'll be trying to find you."

"How will I know if Selena's safe?"

"She will be. You have to trust me Justin."

I heard the door open behind me, and then small arms wrapped around my body. "I don't want him to go, Carlisle," Esme said.

"We've been through this before, sweetheart. He has to go. We've been through this with Emmett before and we'll make it work."

"Why does he have to leave?"

"If they bring an investigation against him, they'll find something; maybe not soon, but they will. Once he's out of the county, everything he has will be wiped clean. No bank records, account information, identity. I can help him from afar, but not while he's still here."

"Why now?"

"Because they're ready to take you down. They have enough. First Selena, then you, and then they'll try to come for me. That's how it works. If we break the chain, they'll lose everything."

"We'll get Selena out of there and make it okay for you to come home quickly." She kissed the top of my head. "Stay safe."

"What about everyone else?" I asked.

"No one else is about to be knee deep in the middle of a federal shakedown."

"I can't do this. I don't feel right leaving Selena."

"You don't have a choice. There's a car waiting for you downstairs and you'll get to the airport within the hour."

Carlisle stood up and pulled the massive Eagle out of his front desk. It was the same one he had pointed at me on our trip to Russia, and the one that would have probably been stuck in my mouth if I hadn't shut up a couple minutes ago. I was still fucking scared of that thing. He popped the magazine in place, and then handed it to me.

I took it from him and put it in my belt, not knowing why he was giving it to me, but I didn't question him. Instead of a tearful goodbye, this was his way of telling me to be safe. Things like this were always tricky because communication was completely non-existent. I wouldn't be able to speak with anyone from my family for at least a year. I wouldn't be back to the states for a very long time—even if my name was cleared. I wouldn't need to pack anything because by the time I got to Switzerland, my accommodations would be set.

"You need to leave now." Nicola started pushing me out of the door. "You will only have one shot at this and if they wise up, you won't be able to get out of the country."

I didn't know what to say or what to do.

I just stood at the door, opening my mouth a couple of times to speak, but no words came out.

"We'll make sure Selena gets to you soon. Jenks is going to get her off, and then after I'm sure she's clear, I'll send her on," my father said and tightly smiled. "I promise."

"Just go, Justin." Esme was crying into his shoulder, and I wanted to give her a massive hug. I didn't, though.

I shut the door behind me and briskly walked down the stairs.

"Where are you off to?" Jasper poked his head around a corner up when I was about to leave the house.

"Switzerland," I answered, my hand on the doorknob.

"Oh." He came into the foyer, followed by Emmett and Alec.

"Have fun." Emmett nodded. He had been through this before about five years ago, so he knew how hard it was to leave everything at the drop of a hat. His separation was quick though. "Switzerland's nice."

"I…" I wanted to say something profound, but nothing was coming to mind. All this emotional bullshit was making my head hurt.

"Just take care of yourself." Jasper manfully hugged me. I kept my arms at my side.

"We'll keep Selena safe," Alec assured me. "Don't worry about anything."

"Should I write her a letter?" I asked them when he let me go.

"Why are you not gone, Justin?" Carlisle shouted from the stairs. "The plane is running and waiting."

"We'll take care of everything." Emmett started pushing me out of the door. "I'll call if we can."

"Alright." I gave them one final wave, and then started walking down the driveway, where a car was waiting at the gates.

"There you are. Finally." My father's most trusted associate stepped from behind the driver's side.

"Seth Clearwater. I didn't know you were still alive. I haven't heard from you in forever."

"You know, just keeping a low profile over there at the police office. I have to keep you informed all the fucking time. They almost caught me there for a second."

"How bad is it?" I asked.

"Truthfully, you're in a pile of shit. Black is going crazy and he's pulling out everything he's been gathering for the past couple of years. They actually have a good case against Selena but they'll let her go if you turn yourself in."

"Well then, let's do that. Take me to the police department."

"I can't do that, Justin." Seth crossed his arms. "I'm to get you to the airport and you're not arguing with me. Get in the car."

"Not unless we're going downtown. Fuck the airport."

Seth pulled out his gun, pointing straight at my knee. "I'll blow it out."

"Don't threaten me unless you actually plan on using that thing." I said menacingly. I knew he wouldn't hesitate to fuck me up because Carlisle had taught him well. Seth wasn't family but could have been since my father had trained him since he was young.

"You know I'll do it," Seth replied, just as darkly as I had. "Get in the car, Justin."

I ground my teeth together and ripped the backseat door open, plopping down in my seat. Benny was up in the passenger's side and looked incredibly deadly with his massive form hidden behind his sunglasses.

Once Seth was in the car, he sped off through the streets, not even bothering with the speed limit.

Seth Clearwater was my father's mentee. Besides his sons, Carlisle thought it prudent to have informants on the inside our enemies' camps. He had people burrowed everywhere in this city, especially in the police department. Come to think of it, someone should have told us that this was coming. Seth was simply the best at what he did, and he was the one who had been giving me all the inner workings throughout this past year.

The ride to the airport was silent. I wanted to pull out my phone and call Selena, but I couldn't. There was no way for me to get in contact with her. How was she doing? How was the baby doing?

Fuck, she was still pregnant. I kept forgetting that. As much as I hated what she was carrying, Selena's health was important to me and right now, that included the baby. Should I tell someone that she was pregnant? Then I realized that someone already knew.

"When were you going to tell me?" I asked Benny. I figured he knew what I was talking about.

"She begged me not to say anything," he replied. "I trusted her to say something."

"You didn't think to warn me?"

"I didn't think it would be appropriate to get involved in personal business, sir."

"What's going on?" Seth interjected.

"Selena's pregnant," I sighed.

"Holy shit," The car swerved wildly, and then corrected itself, "are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"How the hell did that conversation go?"

"We never really talked it out. There was too much yelling." I combed through my hair with my hand and tried not to think about how much of a dick I was last night to Selena. The final true conversation we had with each other was one of shouting.

"I think I can guess which side you were on."

"I never got a chance to really think about it."

Now that I was being shipped off, how was this going to affect us? I wouldn't see Selena for a couple months, at least. By that time, the baby would certainly be here to stay. Selena would never go with adoption. I didn't really have a choice anymore. It didn't matter what I thought now. I was having a child.

That thought struck me deep, but I didn't have a chance to dwell on it, because the car came to a halt a second later.

We were on the tarmac already and a private plane was geared up to go. It was smaller than the one I normally took, because I knew that Carlisle's planes were being tracked. This one probably belonged to one of his friends.

"Get out." Seth opened his door.

As soon as my feet hit the ground, shots rang out and echoed around us.

I ducked behind the car door and pulled out my father's gun, trying to survey the area. I stayed low and to the ground as bullets pelted the car, but they were bouncing off.

"What the fuck!" Seth was next to me, sporting his own gun. "This is so not cool."

"Who are they?" I asked and peeked over the hood at the three men on the roof of the hangar.

"Aro's guys. I would bet my life on it." Seth started firing above us, and I did the same.

We were no match being this far away and not having the proper weapons. I could see the stairs of the plane from where I was hunched over and judged the distance at about a couple of yards. I could easily make it if I ran, but I didn't want to. I had never backed down from a fight. Today was seemingly not my day. First, I had to pussy out and leave Selena behind—which I positively didn't want to do, and now bullets were raining down on me. I wasn't going to let them win.

I started shooting and missed a few times before I saw one the guys retreat. I think I got him, but couldn't be sure.

"Where's Benny?" Seth asked me as he reloaded.

A low whine came from the other side of the car, and I looked under it to see Benny lying in a pool of his own blood. His eyes were open, but unresponsive, and his breathing was too low to hold out much longer.

"Holy shit," I said in astonishment. I never thought I would see him in a weak position like that.

He was trying to push his gun towards me under the car, and I reached out to grab it from his bloodied hand. He sputtered up some more blood before he gave out completely. His chest stopped moving as his breaths were exhausted.

"You have to run for it," Seth shouted at me and pointed to the plane, which was still revving and ready. I could see the pilot beckoning me over.

"I'm not going to leave you here." I fired some more and realized that I was out of bullets. I tried to use Benny's, but he was also out.

"Just go. I can make it back. Once I know you're safe, I'll just take off."

"Are you sure?" I was running out of options. "I hate losing at this shit."

"You're not losing. Selena needs you alive and safe. Hurry up and go."

"I can't leave you here alone. You won't make it out."

"Yes, I will. I've got-" His words were cut off by the bullet that popped through the side of his head. He slumped forward and fell onto me, but I propped him up. The whole right side of his head was blown off, and blood was running over my hands, while seeping into my clothes.

It seemed like I was running out of words today, because once again, I couldn't think of anything to utter.

I guess now I didn't have a choice.

I let Seth's dead body slump to the floor and judged the distance to the plane again. I could make it. I took off my jacket so that I wasn't bothered with extra fabric and took a look over the car to see if the men were still there. It was quiet.

I darted over the tarmac, keeping my body low, and made it about halfway there before my leg erupted in pain. The bullet went straight through my left thigh and straight out the other side.

I didn't gurgle a word, taking my punishment in silence and held the wound as I made it that final distance onto the plane with a pronounced limp. The stairs shut quickly behind me.

"We're going to get you out of here." A man started tending to me. "I'm one of the pilots. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. It's just a flesh wound."

"How do I know you're not one of them?"

"Because I'm your fucking cousin, Justin."

"Oh." I vaguely recognized him. I thought I knew his face from Sunday dinners, but my head was hurting too much to know for sure.

"Just sit back and shut up. We'll make it to Switzerland in ten hours."

I was losing too much blood to reply. The darkness was coming quickly, and I couldn't fight it off.

"Who's Selena, sir? Why do you keep saying her name?" the pilot asked.

My head hit the floor with a thump as my thoughts became clouded over and the blackness consumed me.

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