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hitoshisbabygirl · 3 years

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Author's Notes ♡: Hello hello! Welcome to my first JJK fic for our free for all Valentine’s Day collab! I had fun with this free idea , I always wanted to do an AU like this so it gave me a bases for future ideas! Enjoy~ bunny ❥

Warnings : None! Some heavy kissing and such but nothing too explicit , Yuuji and Sukuna are twins ♡

Word count : 3.8k

Paring(s) : Tattooist!Sukuna x F! Reader

Enjoy ♡

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Sukuna couldn't stand it, the girl his brother brought over to his shop plagued his mind. Wide eyed and just as happy as Yuuji it was infuriating how energetic the pair was in the tattoo shop. He was used to the sound of his brother asking for him but once he hear a second voice his hand twitches , eyes moving from the drawing in front of him as his appointment in front of him practically was begging fro his attention, occasionally trying spark up a conversation as he drew out a rose, planned for her collarbone “So, did all of you tattoos hurt?” The girl asked, pushing herself closer as he continued to stech, not paying her much mind. “No, I guess i've always had tough skin though.” He said as the girl hummed and giggled continuing her talking “I've been afraid of needles for as long as I could’ve remembered, but maybe this'll get me over my fear huh?” she questioned as all he did was hum, finishing the small design. “Maybe. Is this okay?” He asked her as she gasped, her giggling increasing to his dismay

“Omg i love it! You're a good worker with your hands” She said as he started to get ready, popping off his rings as he put on gloves, running up red and black inks for the rose to be. “Your right shoulder, right?” Sukuna asked as she confirmed, moving her shirt a bit too low to try to entice him. Pushing more of it back up, Sukuna placed and got the stencil ready, finally looking up to the girl “Tell me if there's anything wrong okay ?” He said as she gave him an almost hungry look “oh please i sure will” And with that he started the tattoo, the girl he was tattooing letting out small cries and gaps. Every one of the sounds made him stop, checking on her as the girl tried to act differently but he knew she was in pain. Once the girl stopped in a crying spell and was able to calm down from the help of the giant tattooist “s-sorry i didn't know my collar bone was so sensitive” she said as he said she was okay, starting to go back to her tattoo once everything was better with the girl. Once finished , she started to pay when she started to hit on him again “ I'm still sorry for that whole thing , how about I get you a drink for the troubles huh?” She threw at him as he gave her a small smile “I have more clients later, and i'd rather not drink, don't really like to unless its special'' Sukuna responded as the girl admired her new rose that covered a small portion of her chest and collarbone “ How about we go celebrate my new tattoo? And the fact you helped me through it huh?” She suggested. Before he could respond he heard the high pitched sounds of laughter. Looking up to his door he saw his annoying brother but with one of the most beautiful girls he ever saw. Once finishing the payment with his client and her sliding her number on a piece of paper his brother came up with his friend “Hey Su! I want you to meet my bestfriend [ ]!” his hyper twin brother Yuuji said as Sukuna looked at the girl in front of them. She looked to be their age , shorter than him with a few tattoos and dyed hair herself. “Nice to meet you young lady”

Sukuna said as he took her hand, giving it a kiss. [ ] giggled as Yuuji fake choked, his brother rolling his eyes at him “ What? Not my fault you've never brought her around me, she's a lady, gotta give her a proper introduction right?” Sukuna teased as Yuuji grumbled causing [ ] to laugh “Well nice to properly meet you Sukuna , ive heard so much about the woman lure bad boy whos the polar opposite of his sweet and innocent twin” She teased as he gave her his own smirk “ Yet i know nothing of the cute little girl standing in front of me” Sukuna lashed back as [ ] felt her face heat up, a laugh coming from her. His brother pouted he stood in front of his brother , giving him a knowing look. “I brought her here for a tattoo, idiot” He said as Sukuna gave him a raised eyebrow, looking at the girl beside him “Is that right doll? Came here for a tattoo?” He asked as she gave him a shy smile back “Well erm, i kinda wanted to start a sleeve with you if that's alright?” with widened eyes Sukuna and Yuuji were surprised together, the strawberry blondes both looking as the girl gave them a confused look back “What? Is that bad?” She asked as sukuna kicked in “Nah, i'm surprised that you'd choose me ,i'm not the usual girly tattoo sleeve maker” He said as she gave him a smile, “And i'm not your usual girly girl who just wants flowers and shit as my tattoo” She retorted back as he gave her an impressed smirk, ushering her to the back of his studio room “You can come too twerp” he said to his brother as yuuji ran to join them, headed to the back room.

This became a recurring theme as over the next few days and even weeks , Sukuna and [ ] met to talk about her new additions, adding and removing elements as they started to get a good picture of what they both thought looked the best together, some ideas being saved for other single tattoos. “So how do you like it so far sweetheart?” Sukuna asked as [ ] gave him an enthusiastic squeal, moving over the turned drawing desk as she fell forward to hug the tattooed covered man. Shocked by her random falling grasp he chuckled, catching her so she wouldn't hit her hip on the swerving table and half giving her a hug back as they laughed together. [ ] pulled back some as she started to notice more differences between the twins. Starting with Sukunas face ; it was more clear and sunkissed, small freckles adorned his cheeks from the sunshine. Unlike his twin, she noticed how more stocky and strong his body and face was compared to Yuuji. The twins were pretty much identical , except for how they acted, the fact that Sukuna had tattoos and the sometimes usual differences between twins, like style and other small discrepancies. Unlike the bright and colorful yet athletic look Yuuji had , Sukuna tended to be more of a dark artsy look, usually black clothes , ripped jeans , rings and chains. He tended to give off the usual bad boy vibes, someone who you wouldn't want your parents to meet.

But under his hard exterior he was very personable , just as sweet as his twin. As she was lost in her own thoughts , her hands pushing off his chest he snapped her back to reality, a finger going under her chin as he gave her a gentle smile , catching the girl in midthought of her tattooist “Aren't you something….what's on your mind [ ]” He rasped out as her eyes widened, realizing how close they were. From the standing mirror she could really see it ; one of her thighs was in between his spreaded ones, the other in his right arm. From her arms wrapped around his neck her face was close to his, the two of them slightly chest to chest. Her body felt hot as the male in front of her smirked, meeting her eyes in the mirror as he looked at the scene in front of him too. Eyeing her in the mirror he could imagine the work to be put atop her skin, and how pretty she'd be in his work, the thought gave him a sense of protectiveness and overall close bond with the girl he was around for more than he'd had before. Spending hours a day , almost everyday except his super packed days had gotten him a closer bond with her and even with his twin brother, the group of them and their other friends relaxing and enjoying time together. The little things that they all did together made him realize how much he enjoyed taking a break. And how much he'd fallen for his new client.

Coming from his own thoughts he pulled her right leg higher onto his lap, causing her to fall forward as she gasped, their faces impossibly closer. “Hm...youre pretty when youre flustered..” he said absentmindedly as he looked back to them in the mirror ,wrapping an arm around her waist as he gave her a sly smile, moving back into the chair he sat in “S-sukuna?” [ ] questioned as he hummed, sliding his eyes from the mirror to her questioning ones. Tracing the hand on his chest he rose a brow, a silent sign to continue. “I-I can get down. I'm sorry i was a little excited-” She continued as she started to move. With quick ease Sukuna kept her in place, rubbing the back of her thigh as he leaned in, pulling her closer by the backs of her thighs “I like you here. You don't have to move unless you're uncomfortable” He said as she ran a hand through his messy hair, sliding it to his cheek as he laid his head in it, kissing her palm. With the small caring action she squeaked , making the male chuckle “Am i...moving too fast” He said , his voice barely a whisper as he tightened his grasp on her waist, eyes searching hers.

“N-no i'm just...surprised?” She half questioned as he gave a knowing smile, shifting her weight to completely have her in his lap. With a high pitched squeal and giggles [ ] landed comfortably , her calves hanging off as her thighs tightened around his waist. “See, isn't this more comfortable?” He asked as she shyly hid in his neck, overwhelmed by his random acts of affection “Sukuna...are you trying to just make me embarrassed” She whined as he stroked her back, putting her face deeper in his neck “Mh..no not particularly..kinda just...thinking” He said as he pulled his phone out. Facing the mirror he took a silent picture, a smirk on his lips as he looked it over. her body was perfectly flushed with his , her arms around his neck as the tattoo down her side was more prominent in the picture. From the way it looked was just a couple taking a handsy photo but for Sukuna, it was a seal for how he felt. He wanted to take more pictures like this, but with them being together. Mirror selfies, clothes or even more explicit for his own gallery ; he loved the way they looked together. Noticing how quiet he was [ ] sat up looking at the male as he set his phone up facing the mirror before squishing her face “Everything okay?” She asked with a squished face as he laughed , releasing her cheeks “I love this..” He admitted as she gave him a wide eyed look , his warm ones looking away from hers

“I know..all of this could be seen as a very lewd way to admit my feelings but..honestly i'm used to just having women want me for free tattoos and well..yknow..my talents'' Sukuna said as he gave her a crooked smile, a laugh coming from [ ] as she understood what he meant, but the fact that he's admitting feelings for her made her heart flutter “S-so you like me?” She asked warily as he let out a light sigh, leaning up to put their faces close again “Hey [ ]...i know this is awkward and embarrassing...for me at least...but..may i kiss you?” He whispered over her lips as she silently shook her head, letting her eyes feel heavy as he got closer, rubbing their lips faintly together. As soon as she tighten her arms around his neck he pushed his record on his phone, sealing their lips together. As the two started to make out he tightened his hands around her waist, a low hum coming from his throat as he bit her bottom lip, sliding his tongue in. the more heated it got the more she whimpered, pulling her kiss plumped lips away from his. Groaning he chased her lips, crashing them against his as they started to kiss again. Letting her nimble fingers move up from his neck she tugged at his hair at the back of his nape, making the male growl as he rocked her closer to him, his larger arms wrapping over her waist.

Once again she whined and pulled away, putting her head against his “Sukuna...I..geez you-” trying to catch her breath he gave an airsh laugh. Ending his video. Catching him touch his phone [ ] reached for it “What did you do?” She asked as he held the phone above his head, watching them kiss again as he grinned “Oh nothing..just wanted my confession is all” He said as she gave him a look “[ ]..i really do like you...god i could say i'm almost in love…” “Almost?” She whispered as he kissed her lips again “More like i am but..i dunno how you feel about me” He said as she gave him a soft look, kissing his cheek “I love the time we've spent together, and well, if you'll have me i'll be yours” She responded. A wide smile on his face as he leaned back in to kiss her, the new couple giggling through the sessions as they finalized the rest, starting on the masterpiece they had crafted together.

Starting on her sleeve was one of the most enjoyable things she had done. Every few weeks to a month depending on the healing time she was adding her next piece. As she finished all of her linework it came to coloring her colorful bits. For the next few months again she finished it, all while spending time with her tattooist boyfriend and friends. As she was to the final stretch of heer coloring she knew valentines day was coming up more and more. Her and Sukuna had been dating for around a year now, just a few weeks shy of it. As she came to the shop she waved to the receptionist, giving him a smile “Hey Megs, how are you?” Megumi, the inky haired boy looked up from his journal and gave [ ] a rare smile, “Hey [ ]! I'm good ,how are you today? Sukunas is in the back if youre ready for him” He said as she gave him smile “That's good! I'm so excited my tattoo should be done just in time for valentines day! Speaking of, do you have an idea of your valentine this year?” She teased as he gave her a shy look “Ah...not particularly but maybe once it came i would” He said as she gave him a nod in understanding. Hearing his girlfriend talking Sukuna came out, a grin on his lips “Hey babe” He said as he gave her a kiss to her neck, causing Megumi to groan as she giggled “Cmon dont make him uncomfortable with your affection, lets go big boy” She joked as she took her strawberry blonde to his room “Ah okay babe let me see your arm” Sukuna started as she took of his jacket, revealing her sleeveless crop top and work of art on her left arm. Turning her arm some he looked over her lines and color deposits , making sure everything looked right. “Its coming along nicely [ ]..i just have this little pieces on your forearm and we'd be done with piece” He said happily as she gave him a soft smile “I love it...just as much as i love you” She said as he looked up from her arm , giving her a shy smile “I love you more [ ]”

Sukuna said as he leaned up, kissing her lips as he set up his inks and machine, snapping his gloves as he started to finish her last pieces. As the buzzing of the machine lulled her comfortingly she caught the determined and concentrated look on his face as he tattooed away “Where do you wanna go on valentine's day...hypothetically speaking” Sukuna asked randomly as she started to fill in lines. Blinking comically, she looked down at her boyfriend. “Anything youd come up with” She said as he hummed, finishing up the last color as he wiped it clean, starting to clean up the ink and smaller tears in her skin hidden by the fresh ink. “Princess...thank you for letting me be the one that did your art…” He said as he traced her hand , kissing her fingertips as he flashed her a smile. “I love you more Su..” [ ] whispered back as she leaned forward, kissing his forehead.

As the two sat there in his studio and talked [ ] drew up a heart with their names in it , giggling as she showed her boyfriend “Look babe!” She said as he stopped cleaning his desk, analyzing her work “I like it, a lot. You did a great job sizing wise, and i always loved your cursive” he said as he ran a finger over the art again “You said you wanted to get better at tattooing, right?” Sukuna asked as he still looked over the design “Yeah i did, what about it?” [ ] asked as he stretched , reaching over as he pulled out his darkest black ink and vibrant red. Soon he picked up two pairs of gloves and one of his various machines “Ill let you do this on me, and i can do it on you if youd like” He said as she gave him a happy screech, starting to make the transfers “Really Sukuna, youd let me do that?” She asked as he nodded, prepping an empty space on his arm “Ill help you, make sure its deep enough but i trust you, you did a good job with the smaller ones on yourself. Youre good sweetheart im here “ And thats what he says the whole time she tattoos him, her lines were straight but she felt like her red names were lacking. Tracing them again the darken, showing up beautifully as she focused, holding his skin apart as she smiled at her work, wiping the access ink and covering it in ointment like he did earlier “I did it!” She jumped happily as he gave a satisfied grin, looking at her energetic girlfriend. ‘I love her’ he thought to himself as he thought of what hed do for her in the coming weeks for the day filled of love

On valentines day [ ] was at home, talking to Nobara as she heard a knock on her door. Telling the girl she'd call back, [ ] started at the door and opened it, seeing a giant bouquet of flowers as she took them nicely from the delivery boy “Uhhh miss [ ] correct? The sender also wanted you to have this” The boy fumbled with a note, handing it to the girl as she thanked him , watching him leave as she let out a happy squeal, reading it.

‘Dollface, I hope you're ready for tonight, I have a lot in store for us tonight. How about you wear that cute little black dress you got last time we went to the mall hm? I'll be over at four-SKR”

Giggling at his note she looked at the time, noting it was 2:00, she went to the back, starting to get dressed as she was excited to see what her boyfriend had planned for them. She took the time to curl her hair, setting them as she worked on her makeup. After taking the time she saw it was around 3:45. She smiled as she got a text from him, saying he was on his way. As she happily ran around her apartment , trying to get rid of the jitters she had for the night planned with her boyfriend. Soon she heard a knock on the door. Skipping to the dor she opened it to her tall boyfriend leaning against the frame, looking down at his girlfriend “Hi darling” Sukuna said as she stood on her toes , giving him a peck against his lips as she giggled “Hi” She responded as he wrapped his arms around her waist , kissing the crook of her neck. “Missed you..” He whispered as she hummed, rocking with him as they stumbled into her living room, Sukuna shutting her door behind him as he picked her up. Laughing , [ ] held onto him, looking down to her well dressed partner. He was in a black vest, adorned with red decals and black pants. Despite him wearing nicer clothes it had the same grudge feel to it, ringed fingers and pierced ears filled with glistening metals very promedent in his attire. As she gave him a glance over from being held in his arms he rose a brow and placed her down, giving her an uncharacteristic shy look “Do i look alright?....tried something new since ill be taking you out” He asked as she kissed his cheek, giving him a content smile “I love it. You still have that edge I fell in love with laced through and through” [ ] said as Sukuna felt his heart jump, a warmth creeping up his neck and face as he kissed her face, taking her hand “Well then...i'm very thankful with a woman like you in my life...thank you [ ]..you ready to go?” Sukuna softly asked as he outstretched a hand to her, making [ ] playfully laugh. Taking her ringed at tattooed lovers hand the duo set off, starting their first Valentines Day together.

Once night rolled around most had been finished [ ] and Sukuna found themselves on a hilltop, overlooking a city as they ate a snack basket that Sukuna prepared. Not only was he a tattooist but he could cook, and cook very well. “If I didn't have the urge to tattoo every square inch of my body with art maybe i'd be a cook” He laughed as she constantly complimented his cooking, laying her head on his shoulders. “This is wonderful Sukuna..ive really enjoyed today” [ ] said as he gave her a look before peering back at the city “I know how much you hated today so...I wanted to do something for you to love it” Sukuna said as she moved up, looking in his warm eyes as he reached out of his pocket, his phone showing their first accidental mirror picture they took together evident as his lockscreen. As he pulled the next thing to it, a shiny ring filed with her birthstone “This is for you, a promise to you” Tilting her head she took the beautiful ring and placed it on her finger, watching it glisten in the moonlight “A promise for what?” she asked “Ill never leave you, and one day...maybe...we could make that promise permanent” He said as he took her hand in his , pulling her in his lap as he sealed that promise with a kiss.

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swan-of-sunrise · 3 years

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Specs and the Flyboy (Chapter Seventeen)

Summary: (Y/N) and Jack follow up on a new lead and make a startling new discovery.

Pairing: Jack Thompson X Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I hope that you enjoy!

Chapter Seventeen Kent, England (Previous Chapter)

“Now I remember why I enjoy living in Los Angeles.” (Y/N) grumbled, switching on the windshield wipers and squinting through the down-pouring of rain. “Don’t you just hate the rain sometimes?”

Jack shrugged beside her, his nose buried in a large map as he replied, “Yeah, I guess so. This rain’s pretty tame compared to the stuff we got in the Pacific, though; that was like takin’ a hot shower in the middle of a humid summer. Definitely not something I missed when I shipped back home.”

She wrinkled her nose in distaste. “You’re right, that sounds a whole lot worse. How much farther until the turnoff?”

“It should be coming up in less than a mile-urgh, sorry, kilometer, and it should be somewhere on your left.”

They continued driving through the rain, the comfortable silence between them only permeated by the sounds of the rental car’s radio signal cutting in and out. Their visit to the SFC had been more fruitful than either of them predicted it would; for one, they managed to steal an entire classified file detailing Michael Carter’s undercover mission within Hydra and for another, that file contained not one but two hidden messages. One was in the form of a code while the other had been written in invisible ink; as it turned out, the final code from ‘M. Carter’s’ file that had stumped (Y/N) for so long was actually a cypher for the code on their newly-acquired file. It had taken (Y/N) nearly a week of staring at various number and letter sequences to crack it, only to be left with straightforward coordinates that led directly to Gravesend, Kent.

Unfortunately, the invisible message hadn’t been quite as useful to them; (Y/N) and a slightly-disgusted Jack had used a candle to heat the urine-covered page and reveal a paragraph of code but no matter what she tried, she couldn’t decode it. She and Jack had poured over all her translation journals and brainstormed every possible style of code but it looked like nothing she’d ever seen before; the code didn’t even resemble any of the ones Michael had invented to conceal his intel. Maybe Peggy and I can work on it together once we return to the States, she thought with an inward sigh, frustrated that she couldn’t use the skills she’d spent years honing and perfecting to help further their case.

“You’re kinda quiet over there, Specs. Everything okay?”

Glancing over at the man beside her, (Y/N) nodded and gave him a fleeting smile before turning her attention back to the road, feeling her face beginning to warm at his concerned tone. “Just lost in thought, that’s all.”

Something had shifted between her and Jack after she’d confided in him about Freddie’s death; he’d been more considerate and thoughtful whenever they spoke, a far cry from the smug and self-assured man she’d first met all those months ago, and for nearly a week now they’d slept together in the same bed. They’d often joke that it was because their hotel suite was too drafty but (Y/N) knew that it was really because sharing a bed had resulted in the best sleep either of them had experienced in a long while. When their unspoken arrangement had first begun, she’d warned herself not to get used to it but she’d failed spectacularly in that regard; as much as she wanted to solve the case for Peggy’s sake, she was dreading the day when Jack would inevitably return to his old life as Chief of the New York SSR and she’d be left alone once again.

“You sure you’re okay? You’ve got that little line between your eyebrows that you only get whenever you’re worried ‘bout something.” (Y/N) looked over at him in surprise and he merely shrugged. “It’s another one of your tells, Specs, along with fidgeting your hands.”

“Geez, remind me never to play poker with you.” She chuckled to herself before looking back at the road. “I was just thinking about these coordinates. Why would Michael bother coding the coordinates of a small town like Gravesend?

Her partner shrugged beside her. “I’ve got no idea, but that’s why we’ve come prepared for anything.” He patted the shoulder holster that was hidden underneath his navy-colored raincoat; her own gun was tucked into her clutch, alongside her various lock-picking tools, her tube of 103-Forget Me Not lipstick and the camera-pen Howard had lent her before they’d left Los Angeles.

In no time, they reached the small town of Gravesend and the heavy rain had thankfully lightened to a faint drizzle as she parked the car. There weren’t many people outside but just to be on the safe side, (Y/N) and Jack walked arm-in-arm down the sidewalk, looking every part the happily married couple; their cover allowed them to easily observe and investigate the town without drawing suspicion, and to keep up appearances, they engaged in small talk as they walked but their focus was entirely on their reconnaissance…well, almost entirely.

“I’m serious, Flyboy, I think it’s very sweet that you call your grandmother ‘Gam-Gam!’” (Y/N) insisted, watching as her partner’s blush deepened. The nickname had slipped out when he’d made an offhand comment about one of the houses looking like his grandmother’s, much to his embarrassment and her amusement. “Listen, would it make you feel better if you knew that I have a special nickname for my grandmother? If I tell you what it is, though, you’d better not blabber to anyone else in the office about it…”

Jack raised a challenging brow at her. “Okay, then. What do you call your grandmother?”

“I call her ‘Ram’, because when I was little I couldn’t pronounce certain letters very well.” Her own face flushed as Jack’s azure eyes twinkled with amusement. “There, are you happy now?”

“Yeah, pretty much. I just…” He trailed off, his expression growing serious as he nodded his head towards something in the distance. “I think we just found out why these coordinates are important, Specs.”

Furrowing her brow in confusion, (Y/N) followed his line of sight and nearly gasped aloud at what she saw; at the end of the street stood a sign that read ‘Attwell Airfield’ and an arrow pointing towards the right. “Well, I’ll be damned…” She looked up at Jack and quirked her brow. “How do you feel about a little snooping around?”

“You took the words right outta my mouth.”

When they were sure that no one was looking their way, (Y/N) and Jack made their way down the end of the road and turned right; they walked down the road for several meters before they came across a small path that led off into a line of trees and bushes. Exchanging a look, they followed the path and slowly made their way through the vegetation towards the direction of the airfield.

“Strange that an airfield was never mentioned in any of the files we got on Thomas Attwell,” Jack commented, his eyes scanning their surroundings for any signs of trouble. “You think it’s new?”

“It’s possible. If I were heading the new Secret Empire, I’d certainly want a private means of traveling.” Shrugging, (Y/N) ducked underneath a low-hanging tree branch and glanced over at her partner walking beside her. “It’s also possible that it’s been around for a while now. Thomas Attwell’s brother was an R.A.F. pilot during the war, remember? It could be family-owned, like the orangery back in Los Angeles.”

They continued their trek through the forest of trees, soon reaching the edge of the vegetation; careful to conceal themselves behind the trunk of a wide tree, they examined the airfield; it was on the small side, similar to descriptions she’d heard of the one Howard owned in New Jersey. The airfield’s hangar was only a few dozen meters away from the tree line but from their spot, it was impossible to see if any planes were situated inside of it.

Just as (Y/N) opened her mouth to suggest they get a closer look, two men dressed in tactical gear and holding rifles rounded both corners of the hangar; they passed by each other right in front of the building’s back door and disappeared around each corner. When she looked over at Jack, he was alternating between looking down at his wristwatch and back up at the corners the two guards had appeared from; without glancing away from his task, her partner quietly asked, “How fast can you pick a lock?”

“Between two and five minutes, depending on the type of lock.”

He nodded. “That’ll have to do. When I give the signal, follow my lead.”

The two of them waited with bated breath until finally, the guards appeared around the corners again. They remained still as the two guards disappeared from view, only moving when Jack motioned with his hand to go; they quietly hurried to the hangar’s back door, and (Y/N) knelt down in front of it to determine which tools she’d need while Jack kept watch beside her with his gun at the ready. It was a sturdier lock than the one she’d picked at Fieldman Family Orangery – obviously she’d need to use something better than a hairpin – but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. Hurriedly rifling through her crowded purse, she selected the appropriate tools and quickly went about picking the lock, her brow furrowed in deep concentration. After a tense minute or two, the door unlocked with a faint click; since she knew that their time was running out, she jumped to her feet and followed Jack through the doorway, careful to close the door shut behind them.

“Storage room,” Jack lowly stated, his gun at the ready as they crept between rows of plane components and mechanic’s tools; careful not to make any noise, (Y/N) pulled her gun and camera pen out of her clutch before cramming it into her raincoat’s pocket. “This way.”

He led them through the storage room and through an open doorway into a larger, less cluttered space; the cavernous room was nearly empty save for a row of large wooden crates, the sides of which were stamped with the familiar horse-and-vine symbol of the new Secret Empire. Once they made their way over to the crates, Jack holstered his gun and carefully pried the lid off of one of them.

“Looks like we’ve finally found all that stolen gold.” (Y/N) glanced up from the stacked and marked gold bars, meeting her partner’s gaze with a raised brow; he nodded and watched as she used the camera pen to take several pictures, replacing the lid while she tucked the camera pen into her other pocket.

The sound of approaching footsteps forced the two of them to hastily drop behind the crate, and they both held their breaths as a man called out, “Okay, this is the last of it; you guys go grab the others while I let the boss know we’re about done loading the plane.”

“C’mon, let’s move.” Jack quietly spoke as the voices and footsteps faded away, and they both hurried across the large room to a set of metal stairs; since they couldn’t go the same way the voices were coming from, they immediately climbed the stairs and ducked into the room behind the windowed door. When it was clear that they were alone, they lowered their guns and took in their surroundings; the room was on the smaller side, with a desk pushed against one wall laden with various radio equipment and papers, and across from it was a massive window. “All clear; looks like a radio room.”

Already reaching into her pocket for her camera pen, (Y/N) tiptoed to the desk and examined the papers strewn across its surface; there were several telegrams and documents but what instantly drew her attention was a marked map, the edges of which were filled in with sequences of random numbers.

“They’re loading it into a cargo plane,” She looked over to where Jack stood by the windows and met his concerned gaze. “All that gold’s gonna be headed somewhere real soon and I’d bet anything it’s going to Leviathan. We need to find out exactly where that plane’s going, fast.”

Careful not to disturb any of the papers too much, (Y/N) began snapping photographs of them with the camera pen. She was in the middle of taking a photograph of the unusual map when all of a sudden, the sound of a gunshot echoed throughout the hangar and was soon punctuated by the shattering of the radio room’s window, causing her entire body to freeze up in shock.

“Get down!” Jack shouted out and before she could even think to move, he tackled her to the floor and covered her body with his own as more gunshots rang out and glass rained down on them. Raising his head a few inches, her partner’s eyes frantically searched hers and his free hand shot up to shield her face from more shattering glass. “Are you hit?”

“I’m fine, but we need to go!” They both crawled over to the window once he rolled off of her, mindful of the glass while they both clutched their guns in their hands. Their backs were pressed against the wall and gunshots continued to ring out as (Y/N) got an idea. “You go back around to the hangar while I draw their fire!”

Jack didn’t look too happy about it but since there was no time to argue he nodded, keeping low to the ground as he made his way to the radio room’s door. She moved so that she stood beside the broken window and waited until Jack left the room to peek around the window’s edge and opening fire, managing to hit two guards before she was forced to duck for cover.

“Dammit, these guys just don’t quit.” (Y/N) grumbled to herself, darting around to fire off a couple more shots and moving back just in time to avoid the fresh barrage of bullets. She didn’t dare look, but she heard the sounds of a scuffle breaking out in the hangar below and assumed that it was Jack taking care of the guards. He certainly took his time there, she thought as she finally released the breath she’d been holding.

“Well, you’re certainly not who I expected to see.” Whirling around, (Y/N) raised her gun at the smirking dark-haired woman standing in the open doorway; the woman’s brow rose, seemingly unperturbed by the gun pointed directly at her chest. “That’s too bad, I’d hoped that Peggy and I would get a chance to catch up.”

A chill went down (Y/N)’s spine at her words and her fingers tightened around the handle of her gun. “Dottie Underwood. So, it’s true, you’ve begun working for the Secret Empire.”

Dottie smirked. “Begun? Oh, honey, we’ve been friendly for quite a while now, ever since they commissioned me to steal from a New York bank’s safety deposit box.”

“The Arena Club pin? The Secret Empire was behind that?”

The Russian spy rolled her eyes in obvious exasperation. “Yes, that’s what I just said. You SSR types are pretty dense, aren’t you?”

“Not dense, just very thorough.” (Y/N) held her gun higher. “Dorothy Underwood, you’re under arrest.” With a quirk of her brow, Dottie took a step forward. “If you take another step, I won’t hesitate to shoot you.”

“Do you wanna hear a secret, Agent (Y/L/N)? You’re all out of bullets.”

Squeezing the trigger of her gun, (Y/N)’s eyes widened in surprise when it only made a faint click. Dottie took full advantage of her shock, kicking the gun out of her hand and striking her hard in the stomach with her heeled shoe; (Y/N) flew backwards and landed hard on her back, and she scrambled to her feet as the Russian assassin moved in for another attack. (Y/N) blocked her punch and yanked her down before kneeing her in the torso. Recovering quickly, Dottie backhanded her face and grabbed her arm, flipping her over her shoulder and onto her back once again.

The wind was instantly knocked out of (Y/N)’s lungs and while she laid their coughing, Dottie stood over her with a taunting smirk on her face. “You’re too easy; Peggy would’ve at least made it a challenge.”

“We’ve got Thompson, Underwood, time to go!”

(Y/N)’s eyes darted over to the radio from where the familiar voice of Thomas Attwell had emitted, fear clutching at her chest as Dottie sighed in disappointment. “It’s been swell, Agent (Y/L/N), but I have a plane to catch.”

With a swift kick to (Y/N)’s side, the Russian assassin snatched up the papers on the desk and quickly fled the room; (Y/N) struggled to get to her feet and once she finally managed it, she clutched her stomach and limped over to the radio room’s broken window. There was a large cargo plane at the opposite end of the hangar, and she watched as Dottie strode up its extended ramp beside Attwell, who was carrying an unconscious Jack Thompson over his shoulder.

“No!”

Ignoring the pain of her injuries, (Y/N) hurried out of the radio room and down the metal stairs, stopping for a brief moment to grab one of the dead guard’s rifles before staggering into the hangar. The plane’s ramp had closed and it was already taxing down the runway; she aimed the rifle at one of the plane’s wheels and fired, cursing when the shot missed. In desperation, (Y/N) ran through the hangar as fast as she could but she was too late, for the plane had already taken off by the time she reached the hangar’s opening.

“Jack…Jack…” (Y/N) gasped out, her vision blurring with tears as she watched the plane disappear into the clouds; she felt something brush her foot and when she looked down, she recognized it as Jack’s fedora. Reaching down, she gently picked it up and after staring at it for several moments, she finally allowed herself to cry.

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A/N: That ending though...wow. I’m sorry for the cliffhanger but I had to! Thank you guys so much for reading! If you haven’t checked it out yet, I created a Spotify playlist for this series and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/21pWY7OiMFj8LaYpxhtVtW

Chapter Eighteen

“Specs and the Flyboy” Masterlist

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feverinfeveroutfic · 3 years

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chapter eighteen: narcissus staring at his reflection

Another few weeks and another few weeks worth of having her ears blown out by the sheer amount of shows that took place before her, and Sam truly felt herself to be part of the music world as well as the art world. Every night, all the way until the final date in San Antonio, about a week before they had to prepare for the flight up to Oulu, in Finland, Charlie asked her to make a little sketch for him before he went up to the stage as sort of a good luck charm. He lent her a little blank notepad which he had found from the glove box in Anthrax's van, and he always made it specific, as well: they had to be in a sketchy style with strictly a black ink pen.

“Why exactly that?” she asked him one evening while the Cherry Suicides were setting up for their opening gig, and he gestured for her to move in closer to him.

“A little bird told me that Louie got one before I did,” he replied in a low voice.

“Zelda!” she hissed.

“Nah, not Zelda,” he assured her. “I did see it in the front window of Testament's van, though.”

“Oh, I see. Propped it up within their sight so everyone could see it.”

“Exactly! I'll get you more paper, too.”

“Yeah, I'm kind of starting to run low on this notebook paper, if I'm honest.”

But nevertheless, she sprung right to it: a little scratchy drawing of Charlie upon the lined paper, complete with the black curls all around his head. Sometimes, she drew a little drum kit before him to make it look as though it was in fact Charlie there: this was one of those times. Within a few minutes flat, she finished it and signed her initials at the bottom of the page, and then she handed it to him for good luck.

“You ought to compile all of those together in a collection of sorts,” she suggested.

“Like a little book!” He then snapped his fingers; from underneath his bangs, Sam made out the twinkle in his dark eyes. “There's an idea for you.”

“An art book?”

“Yeah! Something to do some day when you're out of school and you've made it big at some point.” He flicked his bangs back and he flashed her a little wink.

“Not soon? While you guys are over in Scandinavia with the girls and with Metal Church?”

“Nah, it'll take too much of your time, if I'm honest. Even I can tell you that. By the way—you heard this from me—” He glanced around him before he returned to her. “—we're gonna be with Ozzy, too.”

“No way!” Her face lit up at the sound of that.

“Yes way! But—” He leaned in closer to her again and he lowered his voice a bit. “—please don't tell Zelda, though. Scott and I want it to be a surprise for her. We got her and Minerva both into Ozzy and Randy Rhoads shortly after the announcement was made that we would be going to Finland. As far as the two of them know, it's just gonna be us with them and Metal Church.”

“Okay—” Sam was cut off by Frank and Dan skirting past her with their guitars in hand. She then glanced down at the notepad in her hands: two pages left, and of course not nearly enough to tithe her over until they left for England at the end of August.

“Also, Zelda wants to talk to you,” Charlie picked up again, that time with a slight clearing of his throat.

“About what?” she asked him.

He shook his head. “Dunno,” he confessed. “She just told me earlier over breakfast that she wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Well, where is she?” Sam wondered about that especially since she had bunked with the Cherry Suicides every night on this stint of the tour. She could have easily spoken to her about it at some point during one of those nights.

“She and Morgan are both signing autographs right now, believe it or not. I guess those girls are getting quite the fan base now. You know it's only a matter of time before they go Testament's route and start their own fan club. Morgan and I were talking about that just this morning over breakfast and I was like 'yes! You totally should at some point. Eric'll probably help you out with that, too, because he's the driving force behind that.'”

“What they get for thrashing all around,” Sam chuckled.

“Right! In fact, I've been seeing a lot more women in our crowds now because of them. Definitely more of the punky type of women given their music—lots of dyed mohawks and black leather and studs, but women nonetheless. From a mile away, I can tell they're all women. Not only do I have to owe it to the four of them, but I want to hand it to you and—” He cleared his throat. “—Marla and Belinda especially. Our first real big female fans.” Without a moment's hesitation, he put his arms around her and Sam returned the favor.

She then tucked the notepad into her pocket and before she could step away, Charlie spoke again.

“Did—Marla move into her new place by chance? I know it's been a while. I'm just—you know, just kinda curious.”

“I think she did?” Sam recalled: every night seemed to melt into itself, despite the new surroundings each and every time. “I'll have to ask her when I see her tonight, because I'm not too sure if I'm honest. I called her from the room last night and she told me that she's waiting for a direct deposit from me. And I promised her I'll get it once you guys run off to Finland, 'cause that's when I get the money from Jon.”

“I see. You know, I, um—” He cleared his throat again. “I still think about her from time to time.”

Sam squinted her eyes at him, and she flashed back on the night in which Marla came with her and Joey to her parents' house.

“She told me—you guys broke up because you have feelings about someone else.”

“And I do,” he answered, frank.

“Do you mind me asking?” She lowered her voice enough to where only he could hear her over the commotion around them. He nibbled on his bottom lip and he gazed off to the side.

“I won't tell anyone,” she vowed. “I promise. I'm not like Belinda—I'll keep a secret.”

He chuckled at that, but then his expression turned serious once again.

“Rosita,” he replied through gritted teeth.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He nodded at her. “She's just—she's a babe. She rocks, too. Just the way she plays bass, man, it just—it kind of reminds me of the way Frankie plays bass and the way Cliff used to play bass, too.”

Her heart skpped a few beats at the sound of Cliff's name.

“Real friendly and just—” He shook his head again. “I've tried to ask her out but I just never got the courage to do so yet.”

“You ought to,” Sam told him. “Cliff did and we just clicked from that point on. For all you know, she might be the one for you.”

Charlie sighed through his nose and he nibbled on his bottom lip again.

“It's a long flight up to Helsinki from here,” he said. “That's a long time to think of the right words. I just don't really like being put on the spot like that. When I asked Marla out, she and I were all alone. It's just—finding that solitary moment, you know?”

“Yeah. 'Cause we're surrounded by people constantly.”

“Right. Exactly, yeah! I can always pull her aside—like when people are getting off of the plane. I'll ask her right there.”

“You should.”

“I don't wanna make any promises, though, 'cause something always come up. Things always come up, especially while on tour.”

“Right...”

“But I'll give it a shot, though,” he told her. “That's the only promise I can genuinely make is that.” He sighed through his nose and he glanced down to his hands. “And thank you for this, by the way.” He flashed the little sketch to her.

“Just—an artist to another artist.”

“Exactly!” Charlie peered over his shoulder to the other side of the room to the front doors and he knitted his eyebrows together. “Time is it?”

“I think it's almost noon?”

“I think Zelda might be on break. Why don't you go talk to her?”

Sam then nodded her head and once she tucked the notepad into her purse, she ambled over to the stairs at the edge of the stage; she padded across the narrow strip of carpet before the stage and then she made her way up one of the two aisles that split the rows of seats into neat thirds. She reached the double doors at the top there and she pushed open the one on the right: indeed, right in the front lobby of the theater was Zelda and Morgan seated at a low white table with felt tip pens in hand. The former had combed her back into a slick pompadour upon her head while the latter had on a bright red cowgirl hat and red lace gloves on her hands, complete with a red and black lace brassiere under a red lace bolero.

Zelda then turned her head and her face lit up at the sight of Sam.

“Hey, there she is!” she declared. “We were just discussing special outfits for tonight's show, given we're in Texas and whatnot.”

“Kinda makes me wish I had my black hat with me,” Sam confessed with a pat of her own head.

“We could be dead cowgirls,” Morgan said with a smirk on her face. “With nooses around our necks and splatters all over our hats.”

“Dead punk cowgirls,” Zelda corrected her with a nod. She then returned to Sam. “So what's up?”

“You wanted to talk to me about something?”

She hesitated and then she gasped and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, that!” Her expression then turned serious. “Been meaning to tell you this for a couple of days now, and it just keeps slipping from memory. Just because I have other, important things to worry about and remember.”

Sam lingered next to her, and the edge of the table.

“Another reason to be nicer to Alex the next time you see him,” Zelda started again as she held the pen in between two fingers.

“What's that?” Sam asked her, and she hesitated once more.

“Do you ever notice how bullies tend to travel in packs,” she pointed out, and Sam stopped right in her tracks.

“What do you mean?”

“They travel in packs and the ones getting picked on are usually solitary.” She turned to Morgan. “Wouldn't you agree, Mo? That bullies travel in packs and their prey often stands alone?”

“Oh, yeah. And it's always a sign of vulnerability, too. They won't admit it, though. But why do you think—cowgirls—punks—metalheads—all travel in packs? Same mindset. Bullies have a similar mindset, but they refuse to admit it.”

Sam frowned at that as Zelda returned her attention to her.

“They travel in packs because they know they're weak on their own. So—my suggestion, Sam.” Zelda twirled the pen in between her fingers. “The next time you see him, like when we're out in California when we get home from Finland—talk to him. And really talk to him, too. That boy deserves it. He just looks—lonely to me. I don't really know his full story, other than what Louie, Zetro, and Greg have all told me about him, but I feel like he's an easy target. So—the little blow up you guys had makes me wonder if he sees you in a shitty light, and I know you're not like that at all. But he needs to know that. He needs to know that you're of good stature. I know it's gonna be hard, given he's so hard himself but—he's still just a young buck, though. We've met a few teenagers signing autographs in here—and it's just so cool to see. These young girls—a lot of boys, too—”

“The girls come for the music, the boys come for something else,” Morgan joked.

“Right!” Zelda burst out laughing, and then she straightened herself out. “But—we've been seeing these kids coming through here in Texas—and there were those kids in Portland, too. And I think it was that bunch—in Tacoma and also in Portland, that got me thinking about Alex again, because he's still just a kid and we haven't seen him in a few weeks 'cause they're with Overkill right now. And I just think—he's legally an adult, but he's still just a boy, though. So—try to talk to him if you can. Let him know that he belongs with the whole gang and everything.”

“It's a little bit hard for us,” Morgan filled in, “because we're punks. We're a punk band. A punk band opening for a metal band, so it just feels a little weird with us and whatnot.”

“But we think that,” Zelda continued, “—since you and him actually have a little bit of history with Cliff especially—you could do it better with him than any of us can.”

“Why us, though? Don't you think one of the guys from Testament could try and talk with him?”

“Because they're dudes,” Zelda replied with a flutter of her eyelashes, “they're not good with feelings like us. I actually tried doing that with Louie once and he was struggling with it, I could tell. One of the things that drove me nuts about him was how it almost felt like I couldn't talk to him about anything on an emotional level.”

Sam thought about that night in Boston, where Louie confessed that Zelda was his affair, and she tightened her lips at the very thought of that. Yet another secret to keep under wraps.

“Anyways—if you could do that, he could probably be a little more—present, I'd say? I was actually talking to Louie just last night and I guess they've been struggling lately.”

“Why's that?” Sam asked her.

“I guess they've been kicking serious ass with the music lately but—they're sorta lacking with the presence. Alex moves around a little bit but he's like stilted, though.”

“They're getting accused of being too much like Metallica, too,” Morgan added.

“Yeah, that's another thing! Chuck apparently sounds way too much like James which is horse shit to me. There's a little parallel there given they're all from the San Francisco Bay Area, but I don't really see it to be honest.”

A knock on the glass door to up the lobby from them caught their attention. Sam recognized that head of fiery red hair in the midday sun outside as she peered in through the smoked glass pane. Fiery dyed red hair coupled with large brown sunglasses, a white camisole over a matching long skirt, and a big shabby hand bag.

“Hey, it's Marla!” Sam called out; she padded over to the doors but before she reached Marla there, she returned to Zelda and wagged a finger at her.

“I'll remember that,” she vowed, and Zelda nodded her head at her. Sam then opened the door and she was greeted by a blast of hot humid air in stark contrast to the air conditioner around her.

“Hey, you!” Marla greeted her and she stepped inside the lobby and shut the door behind her.

“I was wondering when you'd get here,” Sam replied and they embraced one another.

“So Bel and Aurora helped me move my things into the new place in Hell's Kitchen,” Marla started again as she took off her sunglasses, “I just need the other side of the first month's rent and the deposit, too.”

“Well, this is the last date of the tour before they—” Sam gestured back to Zelda and Morgan at the table. “—head up to Helsinki next week. That's when I get paid.”

“Okay, good!” Marla then reached into her hand bag for something and she took out her big Polaroid camera.

“Hey, I remember that.”

“Oh, yeah, we got together at L'Amour—many moons ago, and you made that drawing of me and Charlie. And you used that Polaroid, too. I decided, eh, why not have it again?”

She turned back to Sam again.

“You wanna get something to drink? I'm like dying of thirst right now.”

“I'd love to.”

“You ladies wanna join us?” Marla called to Zelda and Morgan.

“We're shooting the rock star bullshit and signing autographs,” Zelda replied. “We should be seeing more people coming through here in about ten minutes.”

“Yeah, I saw a bunch of people standing out in the shade around the corner here. I thought maybe they showed up early for will call.”

“Nah, it's for them,” Sam told her. “They're actually starting to make serious headway in the music world now.”

“Right on! Anyways, there's a juice bar right up the street here. We can sit in the shade, too, and I just heard that we're not too far from the River Walk and the Alamo, either.”

“So you can literally call me Sam Houston now!”

Zelda and Morgan laughed out loud at that.

“Right!” Marla chuckled. “But anyways, it's actually not bad out—it's just the sun is hotter than holy fuck is all.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Sam returned to Zelda and Morgan. “I'll see you girls later—”

The two of them stepped outside to the sun as it hung high in the clear blue sky over their heads. Indeed, it wasn't that hot out, but the contrast of the air conditioner and the sunlight on their heads and the sidewalk around them made Sam wish for one of those large oak trees to cover their heads all the way up the block to the corner.

“So we've got a nice view of the water,” Marla told her.

“And it's close to school, too, I remember you telling me that.”

“Yeah, it is! No more taking the stinkin' subways so much. And by the way, Bel told me to tell you that, yes—we will help you. We kinda have to help you.”

“I moved cross country,” Sam recalled, “with the help of my parents, and almost by sheer luck, I met Frankie and Joey, but yeah—I could definitely use a little help.”

They reached the juice bar in question and Sam took to the table right before the front door, right underneath an oak tree and a pair of short stubby palmetto trees, and she set her purse down before her. Marla offered to buy up for her given she hadn't a lot of money on her at the moment.

“I'm just gonna use the bathroom real quick, though,” she told her as she set her purse down on the table before her. Sam nodded her head as she watched Marla head inside of there: that cherry red hair as bright as the very sun itself. Sam gave her hair a toss back and a light breeze came up from behind her. Still not enough to beat the intense summer sun, and she reached into her purse for a ponytail holder.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something by the corner to her left. As she tied up her hair, she looked over and spotted Joey at the corner of the building. He was looking at something, but she couldn't tell as to what he looked at there.

She set her hands down on her lap and she watched him. He stood before the glass and he leaned back a bit. He was looking at his own reflection.

She had an idea.

That in and of itself could act as her newest painting, and she would put more thought into it this time around. She knew he would move at some point. He turned his back to her right then. She had nothing with her but the little notepad and the ink pen in her purse.

But then again, Marla's camera stood right there on the table next to her. Without a second thought, she picked up the camera and she pointed it in Joey's direction. All the times she thought of making a stained glass window about his likeness.

Slim and delicate, almost elegant in fact. The black curls sprawled down his back towards his thin waist. The white shirt he wore only accentuated the thinness of his body and the richness of his curls.

She took out the camera and she took the cover off of the lens. She peered in through the aperture and there he was, right within her line of sight.

“C'mon, Joey, turn to the side again,” she muttered to herself; she rested her finger on the bottom on top. For a second, she felt like a genuine photographer. “The other side. C'mon, Marla's gonna be back soon.”

Like magic, he turned to the right side. She pressed the button and the flash dissipated with the midday sun so he couldn't see it. The camera spat out the Polaroid and she took it before anyone could see it for themselves. She waved it about so the ink would settle in on the paper.

His slim body was as flat as a washboard, and his curls sprawled down towards his waist like tentacles. He had slightly bent his legs at the knees all the while, but she knew she had the perfect subject to work with no one was looking. The decision now was between acrylic paints on canvas once again, or to go forth with the stained glass idea. If she carried out the latter, she would have to take a better shot of him, or he would have to sit still for her again, and she had no idea as to when he would do that again for her.

But she chuckled to herself as she looked on at the photograph in hand. She glanced up and she recognized Marla's head of cherry red hair on the other side of the glass, thus she quickly slipped the camera back into Marla's hand bag and she stashed the Polaroid into her own. Joey then strode away from the glass reflection and towards the front door of the juice bar for himself.

Some day, she would carry out that stained glass idea with him. It was a matter of when and how. Add to this, as she peered into her purse once again, she spotted that little plastic bag at the bottom there. A little more inspiration was all she needed, courtesy of Joey himself. But she had no lighter to do that just yet.

She took another glimpse up to the front door of the bar, and Joey had made his way inside; Marla then doubled back outside, right past him and towards the table once again. She squinted her eyes against the hot summer sun.

“So they've got all manner of smoothies and good stuff for us.”

“I'll take blueberry if they have it,” Sam told her.

“The special for today is blueberry pomegranate.”

“I'll have that then!”

Marla opened her bag for her wallet and frowned at what she saw before her.

“What happened here?” she wondered aloud.

“What do you mean?”

She picked up her camera and she delved about the bottom of the hand bag for something.

“The cover came off of the lens.” And Sam shook her head at that given she merely tossed the lid in there. Marla stuck the cover back on and then she returned for her wallet.

“It is getting kind of long in tooth, though. I've had it a long time... anyways, I'll be right back. And Joey's in there, by the way!”

“Oh, boy!” Sam felt her face grow warm at the sound of that, and Marla returned to the front door once again. The sight of Marla putting the cover back onto the lens made her think of Zelda's words to her. She could keep a secret, and yet she needed to heed by that promise as well. She reached into her purse again, and that time for the notepad and the pen.

The last night of the North American stint for the time being and she could fill in the next two pages there with some other things. She lifted the penultimate page and then she set the pad down on the table before her.

“'Talk to Alex,'” she muttered to herself as she wrote the words down on that final page of the notepad. Now she had something else to live to, especially since Marla knew nothing about what had happened that morning in her own city.

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renohasbigtits · 3 years

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I love your Ignis mpreg headcanons, especially the ones involving his uncle. I see headcanons of Iggy having two moms, but they have lines of work that are frowned upon, so despite them caring very much about him, they have very little contact, to not ruin his chances. Can you do some headcanons of Ignis going to see them and shows up already showing and surprises them?

Sure! But I’m gonna experiment with this one. If you guys like this or want me to stick to my normal writing style, let me know!

Suprise!

Growing up, Ignis has had to raise himself. Especially when your “taking care” of a prince. though honestly, he’s basically his Mother. Not that Ignis minds. That’s what he’s taught to do.

Take care of Noctis.

Ignis genuinely loves Noct. He feels like a Mom to Him. Not that he’s been able to forget that.

He’s still called Mama Ignis, even after leaving the Academy.

Truthfully, Ignis and Noct have a lot in common. Noct’s mom was killed, Ignis, well that ones tricky.

Ignis has Two Mom’s. No there not dead, it’s just that....

He has a very rocky relationship with them. He doesn’t see them much. they work at a job that’s frowned upon (I literally couldn’t come up with anything, so I’ll leave it your imagination on what they do.)

Plus they want to give him a chance. A chance to do better than they can. It’s worked but with consequences.

Ignis almost never sees them. They try not to see him too much, in his youth, He spends time alone. He, kinda understands why but it hurts.

He sees so many kids have great relationships with their parents, meanwhile he’s lucky he gets a hi from one of them.

But fortunately, He has a wonderful relationship with Noct. Their like Mom and Son.

Truthfully, Noct is his main priority. He couldn’t imagine anything being first than Noct. Or was, until he find out he’s pregnant.

Suprise!

He was surprised to say the least. He was barely an adult and he was already expecting a baby. Excited but scared to say the least.

He tries to get the support from his parents but to no avail. He has to turn to His Uncle and Noct. There’ll supportive. He’s had to raise himself, now he has raise a baby.

As he’s continued to get bigger, he’s still haven’t been able to tell his Mom’s that there expecting a grandchild.

Already 6 Months, He’s tried to call his first Mum, since she’s more likely to answer. Finally! It worked!

“Hello?” She asked.

“Mum!” Ignis replied. “Can we meet? I have to tell you guys something.”

“Oh! Hi sweetie! Well... I don’t know. We’re very busy. How about tell us over the phone?”

“No. It’s important.” He said as he rubbed his belly. “Please.”

They sighed. They don’t wanna let him down... again. But they very busy.

His Second Mom sighed. “We have to see him honey, We can’t let him down again. He sounds like he’s needs us.”

She agreed. “Cafe?”

“5.pm?”

“Sharp.”

Cafe 18. 4:57 p.m.

They got there early. There not going to fuck up this time. They don’t know what he needs to tell them but call it motherly instinct, they know it’s serious.

Hopefully he’s ok.

4:59 p.m.

Ignis walks down the street to Cafe 18 with a weak stomach. He’s so nervous. “How well they react to the news?”

Will they be happy? Excited? Disappointed? Mad?

Normally Iggy is good at figuring people out but his parents are a whole can of worms. He really doesn’t know what they’ll th ink. That scares him. When his Uncle asked if he was nervous, He tried to put up a front but He saw right through him.

His Uncle said that they’ll be shocked but that’s normal. All in all, They’ll be Shocked but they’ll be supportive. They love there only Son. There not gonna turn him away. He knows his sister.

5:00 p.m.

Ignis walks in Cafe 18 and looks around. He feels sick to his stomach. He feels like he’s gonna throw up on the spot.

Poor baby.

Then he sees his parents. Here he goes.

He walks very slowly towards them. Almost like a movie. His whole body is telling him to leave but it’s already too late to back out now.

His first Mum saw him and got excited. She hadn’t realized til now that it’s been a long time since she saw him.

She was so excited to see him again that she hadn’t noticed the clear baby bump. Her wife got up and smiled. Ignis had changed so much.

“It’s been so long!” She exclaimed happily. Iggy couldn’t help but smile. It’s the affection he hadn’t had in so long.

His mum stepped back and looked at him. She looked up and down til she saw the bump in his stomach.

She was confused til she realized.

“Are you pregnant?!” She exclaimed. His mom looked to and saw the bump.

Ignis got nervous. Than His Mum hugged him. Than his other Mom got in on the hug.

She whispered. “I’m gonna be a grandma!”

“I’ll have to buy a onesie!” Her wife exclaimed.

Ignis chuckled while tears ran down his face near there seats. “Suprise!”

Bonus!

After leaving Cafe 18, They entered the park and sat down at the bench.

His Mum couldn’t help but put her hands on his belly. She had to feel her grandchild. Ignis was shocked but didn’t stop her.

Kick!

The baby moved under her left hand. It was the best thing she felt in a long time.

She and her wife knew right then and there that they have to try be there for him more. It’ll be hard but they feel so guilty that it took six months to figurer out that they were having a grandchild!

They don’t know if it’ll work but they have to!

For there Son and there unborn grandchild 💙

A/n: I changed the writing style because I wanted to shake things up. I hope it’s ok!

If y’all want me to change it or go back to the old one, please please let me know!

I really enjoyed making this!

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thebrotherssalvatore321 · 4 years

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Keeping Secrets Ch. 1

Keeping Secrets Masterlist

Pairing: DamonxOc. TylerxOc in future chapters, ElijahxOc, KlausxOc is endgame. She’s never sleeping with more than one guy at a time. This is just a long story with 25 chapters so far that I’m also posting on FanFiction.net. Warnings: She does however cheat on someone in future chapters if that counts as a warning.

Keeping Secrets

Katie Finnegan’s house sat on a beautiful street lined with beautiful houses. It was actually right down the street from her best friend Elena’s. Elena had recently lost her parents and was now under the guardianship of her aunt Jenna. It was a bleak situation, but one that Elena and her brother Jeremy could with time bounce back from with the loving support of their aunt. Katie on the other hand had long been plagued by the loss of her parents who died from a cause unknown to her when she was just ten years old.

Unlike Elena and Jeremy, Katie didn’t have any loving aunts or uncles to take her in. All she had was the abusive grandfather who she had never even met despite the fact that he lived in the same town that she did. She didn’t even know what he looked like until he showed up on the doorsteps of her parents house with a suitcase and two moving trucks. One was for her parents stuff to be packed up and auctioned off and the other was full of his.

Only after he showed up did she realize that she had seen him around town, but her parents never acknowledged him. At first she couldn’t understand it. For the first few months he was okay. He didn’t talk to her or play with her much but that was fine with her since she was always good at playing by herself, but once the social workers stopped coming by to make sure she was settling in okay, things started taking a turn for the worse. If she accidentally spilled her drink or dropped even a crumb he would lash out at her. Then she started understanding why her mother ran away with her father at the age of seventeen.

As she got older she got to know how to stay out of his way when he was sober, but when he was drunk there was no avoiding him. By the time she was seventeen she was sneaking out of the house on weekly biases just to get away from him. She thought over the years that her friends, Elena, Caroline and Bonnie would have figured out what was happening to her at home, but they never did. She became too good at hiding it and brushing off the bruises and cuts as her being clumsy. So they never asked more and she never told. She put on a good face and acted like every other sporty teen age girl looking forward to getting into college on a scholarship. She dreamed of the day she could leave Mystic Falls in her rear view and never look back.

Chapter 1

Katie Finnegan sat at the dimly lit roll top desk, in her bedroom writing in a spiral notebook that had the word journal written on the front cover in black ink. Her auburn waves, tamed with just the right amount of styling product, hung around her face and she tucked one tendril behind her ear then pushed her glasses up her nose and continued writing. "Today was the second day of school. Summer is officially over, no more avoiding my friends as much as possible. I saw Caroline and Bonnie at cheer camp, but Elena didn’t make it this year. So it's back to the real world. And the real world has given us high school girls some new eye candy. His name is Stefan and he already has eyes only for Elena. Although, it seems like Caroline is going to give her a run for her money. She's already practically stalking the guy. I'm supposed to be getting ready to go to the stupid back to school bonfire tonight, but I don't really want to go. Why would I? It's just going to be a bunch of people getting drunk and hooking up and that will just remind me that no one wants to be with me. I'm invisible. Sometimes I think I'm just a ghost that only my friends can see and sometimes even they don't see me. I'm not looking forward to sneaking out tonight. Last time I got caught Grandpa nearly beat me to death. But I have to go tonight otherwise I will never hear the end of it from Caroline in the morning. So I’ll talk to you later, Journal."

Katie tucked the pen inside, closed the book and pushed it away from her. With a sigh she pulled on a pair of dark wash distressed jeans, a black ac dc tank top and her favorite black leather jacket that she'd found for a good price at the local resale shop. She finished the look off with red converse and touch of tastefully smudged eyeliner.

With tentative steps she pushed open her bedroom window and eased herself out onto the roof. After glancing over the edge to make sure her grandpa wasn't waiting for her at the bottom like the last time, she started climbing down the surprisingly strong rose trellis. Now that she was safely out of the house she put her car into neutral and pushed it a few blocks away then started it and headed to the party.

The party was what she expected it to be and after drinking a few cups of beer and having a few laughs with Bonnie, she decided to stop, otherwise she wouldn't be able to climb back up to her room. She was tossing her empty cup into the trash when she spotted Stefan, who had taken up most of Elena's time, near the treeline watching her talk to her ex boyfriend Matt. Excusing herself from Bonnie who was telling her how she saw a crow when she touched Elena's hand she headed over to Stefan. "Hey." She greeted him with a small smile that he returned with his own greeting as if he didn't want to talk to her. "Don't worry unlike every other girl at this party I'm not going to throw myself at you." She laughed as she moved to stand a few feet beside him, making Stefan surprisingly give her a laugh and a genuine smile. "I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Katie, Elena's friend." She informed him. "I saw you over here looking all jealous and I figured I'd let you know that you don't need to be."

"Yeah, why's that?" He asked turning toward her without moving his feet as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"I know it's not my place to say and I'm sticking my nose where it doesn't belong, but...she's over Matt. Has been for a long time now. She just couldn't make herself hurt him." She answered. "She's sweet like that."

"Well, you're..."

"Weird." She finished since it seemed like he was looking for the right word to describe her.

"I was going to say forward, but weird works." He laughed. "You know, you're the first girl that hasn't tried to hit on me since I got to this school. It's kinda refreshing, but I don't get it." He looked at her with pursed lips and puzzled eyes. "Why are you trying to help me get the girl?" Stefan asked.

"Because I’m weird.” Katie answered as if she were trying to sound mysterious then laughed. “Na, it’s really because I knew I didn't stand a chance." She answered as she dropped her eyes to the ground then got quiet for a second. "And also because she's one of my best friends and she's had a hard year. She could use a little happiness."

"How do you know I'll make her happy?" He asked with a tight lipped smile.

Katie glanced up at where Matt and Elena had been to see that Matt was gone and Elena was looking at the two of them. "Because," she started then turned to look at Stefan across her shoulder, "now she's the one looking jealous."

She was pretty sure that once Stefan looked at Elena he forgot all about her. So she went back to the party, meeting Bonnie at the top of the small hill. "Hey, where you goin'?" Bonnie asked when Katie walked past her.

"The grill. I need coffee if I'm going to sober up enough to get home before Grandpa leaves for work and realizes my car isn't there." She replied and kept walking.

"Okay, we’ll meet you there later." Bonnie called after her and Katie waved over her shoulder letting her friend know she heard her.

After getting a hot coffee Katie chose a table outside and pulled the book they had been assigned for English out of her bag. She was half way through the assigned chapters when sirens started blaring and cop cars sped past the grill toward the party. After they passed out of sight her phone vibrated and she looked at the screen to see a text from Bonnie that said, "Vicki was attacked by an animal."

She didn't have enough minutes left on her phone to text Bonnie back, so she called her since it was free. "Hey, what do you mean she was attacked by an animal? Is everyone okay?"

"I don't know, Elena and Jeremy found her in the woods with some kind of bite on her neck. No one else seems to be hurt, but they’re putting Vicki in an ambulance right now." Bonnie answered, sounding worried and tense.

"Oh my god, do I need to come back?" Katie pressed her fingertips to her lips not knowing what else she could say.

"No, me and Caroline are about to head your way. We’re gonna sober up while we wait for news." Bonnie told her.

"Okay, just...stay safe okay?" She got a positive answer from Bonnie then hung up the phone. Not being able to read anymore she tucked the book into her bag and focused on sipping the still hot coffee. Ten minutes later Bonnie pulled up and parked in front of the grill. They got a table inside and the other two girls ordered coffee.

"Why didn't he go for me?" Caroline asked sounding whinier than usual, clearly talking about Stefan. "How come the guys that I want never want me?"

"I'm not gonna touch that one." Bonnie answered.

Caroline looked to Katie for answers. "Yeah, I'm not answering that either."

"I'm inappropriate. I always say the wrong thing..." She started listing off the things wrong with herself. Katie pulled a I'm gonna keep my mouth shut look and took a sip of lukewarm coffee. "And Elena always says the right thing. God, she doesn't even try and he just picks her. She's the one that everyone picks for everything. I try... SO hard and I'm never the one."

"It's not a competition." Bonnie said, looking at Katie for back up.

"Sorry, Bon, but sometimes it kinda feels like one." Katie said with a shrug.

"See." Caroline said with a motion to Katie. "Thank you."

After things calmed down and Caroline sobered up a little, Bonnie left the table to go pay the bill. Katie looked up from her empty cup and noticed Caroline smiling at someone and followed her gaze to a dark haired, ice blue eyed, gorgeous guy who was smiling back at her. "Looks like you found someone to like you back." Katie told Caroline with a grunt as she slid out of the chair and grabbed her bag. "Tell Bonnie I said good night."

"I will." Caroline replied not breaking eye contact with the guy. Katie just rolled her eyes and walked away.

She managed to sneak successfully back into her room and sat down at her desk, pulling her journal out and flipping to a fresh page. "Well the party was as I predicted it would be, except Vicki Donovan got attacked by some kind of animal. I wasn't there to see it, but it was apparently pretty bad. After the party Caroline, Bonnie and I met up at the grill to sober up. I got to listen to Caroline complain about how she never gets the guy and Elena gets everything. Of course right after this conversation she catches some super hot, blue eyed guy’s attention. Like, I can't stress enough how hot this guy was. The contrast of his dark hair and ice blue eyes was enough to make a girl's heart melt, not to mention the cute smirk he was giving Caroline. I hate to sound like Caroline, but why don't guys ever look at me? I mean I may not be crazy beautiful like Elena, Bonnie and Caroline, but I don't think I'm ugly either. Maybe that's why, because no one notices the average girl. And that's exactly how I would categorize myself. Whatever, who needs a guy anyway? All they bring is trouble. I need sleep. Ttyl Journal."

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[Dorky-self-shipper] Free Pass to talk about any s/i you want? 👀

Thank you so much for this @dorky-self-shipper!!! Made me smile a LOT!!!

The FF7 world has been living in my head rent free ever since I played Remake for the first time. So I’m gonna talk about my FF7 s/i. She’s... really something. She’s not completely fleshed out yet, but I still think she’s pretty cool.

Let’s gooooooooo!

My self insert for the ff7 world is a Turk working under Shinra Inc. Shinra are the villains for the most part, and the Turks do some pretty morally-gray stuff for them. She looks pretty much identical to me/my fe3h s/i. Tan skin, red glasses, black hair, and the signature Turks suit. She doesn’t have anything too special going on with her suit. Just a white shirt along with a black tie, a black coat, and black pants paired with some black boots. She occasionally leaves the buttons on her blazer open. She’s also pretty short (I’m around 5’2 😭). Tseng and Rude both stand at around 6 feet, so she always looks pretty small next to them.

Since she’s a Turk, she sometimes has to fight her way out of sticky situations. Her main weapon of choice is the same as my fe3h s/i! She’s a spellcaster!

She’s a Materia specialist and fights using different kinds of orbs of Materia, and is always sure to keep many on her so she’s always prepared. She mainly keeps elemental types of Materia with her, but she’s sure to keep some healing ones along with a Time Materia. She’s not against a few summons either. She has a little belt of them that she wears because carrying around that many fragile glass-like orbs without it + her clumsiness? ...Yikes. (Also she can, will, and does do the fe3h Trickster thing where she shoots magic out of fingerguns. One of my favorite classes in the game for sure. Felix in a suit with fingerguns is one of the best things I’ve ever seen.)

She doesn’t use a physical weapon very often whatsoever, but when she does, it’s usually a handgun. Swords are cool and she likes them. She’s not too skilled with then and isn’t keen on the sight of injury, but she has an admiration. They’re usually too bulky for her to keep on her suit, though, so she usually just has her Materia along with a gun. Please don’t be surprised if she whips out a sword every now and then though. She sometimes pairs her Materia with her gun as well because ✨elemental bullets✨

One of my headcanons (but wait.. if it’s my s/i... wouldn’t that be canon...? anyways-) is that Materia can be embedded in tattoo ink which is then applied to the body to infuse the person with the power of that Materia very slightly. Now, it can’t be anything major because in the Turks side game, one of the characters has shards of Materia in her arm, and it slowly eats away at her life force. So let’s, uh, avoid that. I like to think that maybe (I’m still thinking about this one) Ash has some very small hand-tattoos embedded with either Cure or Fire Materia. The Cure one helps her both cure very small wounds on herself and/or on others when she doesn’t have her full Cure orb on her. As for the Fire one, there’s a lot of handy situations in which just a little bit of fire can be useful, so that’s that. Again, this is just a thought, but I think it’s pretty goddamn cool! Also would explain why I’m so tired all the time lmao!

Also Materia is pretty and I love it. The colors are interesting too.

Adding onto that, she also really likes jewelry. Materia infused jewelry was something I thought of, but I’m not quite sure about that? She already has a wide assortment on her, so I think she would just settle for normal jewelry. Just like many of the other Turks, she’s always wearing small earrings. However, on missions where she can’t have all her gear on her, she will have Materia infused jewelry. Also, sometimes it’s just cute so. It depends on the day. Also! Since part of the uniform is gloves (she prefers fingerless), she doesn’t really get a chance to wear rings, unfortunately. When she’s not wearing gloves, though, she usually has some rings on.

Is part of the Turks initiation process a trip to Claire’s?

I like to think that she’s pretty friendly and that she gets along well with her team. She’s either very serious or a total goofball depending on the situation. Expect many bad puns and snarky comments. She tries her best to fulfil her duties as a Turk, but they can sometimes be difficult for her since her emotions can sometimes cloud her judgement. She’s a very emotional person. The Sector 7 Job screws her up quite a bit. I’m not sure if she’s a Turk then or not, but just knowing that her team was responsible for that many deaths puts a bitter taste in her mouth.

When combat can be avoided, she will take that route. She’s no pacifist, she would just prefer to do things with her words than with her flames. However, there are exceptions to this (*coughs in Don Corneo* She will gladly rip that man apart.) When she’s not on the active field during missions, she’ll stay back with Tseng and go through information, helping him guide the team. Her and Tseng are pretty close, despite being so different.

Being completely honest, one of her favorite parts of her position is having access to so much information. She enjoys reading a lot, along with gaming.

As for relationships with her team, they’re all pretty strong.

Her and Tseng have some differing values, but they get along fairly well. She’s very cautious about her wording around him at first. He’s a scary guy, and him being leader doesn’t help. He can be very cold sometimes, but he’s a good listener. She relaxes around him eventually, and he becomes someone who she goes to very often for support. I like to think that she goes to him after the Sector 7 situation to talk about her feelings about it. I also think that he may have been the one who recruited her into the team in the first place? She owes a lot to him, and looks up to him a lot. Learning about how caring he was when he was younger only increases her admiration. She sometimes doesn’t agree with some of his more twisted logic, but she also understands that he has duties to fulfil and a team to manage. He’s trying his best to comfort them.

Her and Reno are bros. Reno brings out her more wild side, and those two together are the very definition of chaotic. They’re always cracking jokes with each other and for them, being together is a blast. He was one of the first who reached out to her back when she was still new on the team, and when Rude isn’t available, he talks to her a lot. He appreciates how easy she is to talk to. They share the same braincell, and their jokes are very stupid. Their team missions are pretty fun. I also like to think that they play video games together in their free time! I love their friendship SO much!!! Ash definitely has her smarter moments, and is very knowledgeable on a lot of things, but together, they share a singular braincell. An important thing to add about them is that sometimes she can be a bit of a mom-friend towards him when they’re not fooling around? She knows when enough is enough and when to rein him in. They both have their more serious moments, and their understanding of each other definitely helps on more serious missions. In a nutshell, they’re just two bros and I love them a lot. They understand each other. Also, their fighting styles compliment each other quite a bit, so that’s fun.

Ash and Rude is a friendship I really appreciate. Rude is not a man of many words, and Ash is very talkative. However, you quickly learn that Rude is very caring and prefers to show his affection in smaller gestures and actions. It takes a while for Rude to become more open with her, but it happens. He always listens to her rambles and although he might not say much, he remembers every single detail. She reminds him a bit of Reno, and he’s been dealing with a Reno for the past 7-some years. Their relationship is very wholesome, and Ash always encourages him to voice his thoughts. Also, he gives very good hugs when she needs them. She’s very sensitive and can be very affected by some of the stuff she sees while on duty, and he’s very protective of her. Her attitude and rambles confuse Rude sometimes, but he tries to be a good friend. Also they can kick ass together big time. In conclusion, Rude and Ash = big soft hours.

Okay, let’s talk about Ash and Elena. Elena is a character that I personally adore so much because it took me a while to like her. My initial reaction to playing the original ff7 and seeing her was simply, “Oh, great. Yes, make the only female Turk super clumsy and shit at her job- And give her no personality outside of that and crushing on Tseng. I mean, mood, and same, but really?” But then I researched the Turks game. (I have yet to read the novels btw)

And I realized that me and Elena are similar in so many ways other than being very clumsy and simping for Tseng (he’s hot, okay- then again, I simp for all the Turks. they are VERY fine.) We have very similar personalities, constantly want to punch things, and also have similar relationships with being the youngest sibling. I really understand Elena and I love her. You look into her character and realize that she’s super strong and dependable, smart and gorgeous. She’s amazing.

Ash and Elena, like I said, are pretty similar in terms of personality. So they really understand each other and get along very well!! They’re very close friends, and kinda live on the same mental wi-fi. They click very well on first meeting, and that click stays for very long time and only gets stronger as time passes. Ash feels as though she can discuss anything with her because Elena gets it. Also, missions in which they’re paired up together are always fun. They’re both pretty smart, but have a tendency to let their emotions cloud (heh, cloud-) their judgment. But when they’re together, they can keep each other check and in turn, kick ass together. They also have a mutual hatred for Don Corneo. I hate that man. Fighting together is pretty fun since Ash can stay back and spam her spells while Elena punches the crap out of their target. In conclusion, these two are very close and they’re besties. They have a mutual understanding of each other in a lot of different fields.

Thank you SO much for the opportunity to spill my thoughts about this, my friend!! Was a very very fun time! The Turks are always living in my head, so I’m glad to speak about them anytime. This definitely helped me organize my thoughts a bit and helped sorta motivate me to write about Ash and her Turk friends?? I can feel my half-written Felix fics in my drafts glaring at me, but regardless, I’m very excited. They have a super fun dynamic. Thanks for listening!

#ahhhh thank you for sending this in!!#it was a blast :)#answered #dorky-self-shipper #me x the boys

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stars and stardrops

A/N: I’m honestly amazed i’m still sticking with this, thanks for being patient with my slow updates 🙏🏾

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chapter 6: post mines

first chapter <<last chapter | next chapter>>

Summary: you deal with the aftermath of running around in the minds, and you think about getting a new weapon

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Standing outside Giorno’s clinic, you go over what you would tell him. He didn’t seem like the snitching type but you haven't known him long enough to be sure.

You even tried to clean up some of the caked up slime off you beforehand, but you still looked a hot mess.

Caesar had pretty much demanded that you go to Giorno right away. So you had to put your much needed and wanted shower on hold and sneak here, praying you didn’t run into anyone along the way.

The hastily wrapped bandages Caesar did for you were sat loosely on your hand.

Just keep your face straight. Don’t pause when speaking. Easy-peasy.

When you enter the building you see a man with his hair styled in a particular way, sitting at the front desk.

“Hello--Woah, are you okay?”

You internally sigh in relief. Who were you kidding? You had no plan and were expecting Giorno to immediately connect the dots when he saw you. Maybe your luck was finally turning today.

“Uh well...no? I got kind of scratched up.” You raise your bandaged hand up.

The man looks skeptical but you couldn’t blame him. “Well if you come to the back, I can help fix you up?”

“Yea, thanks...”

You move toward the door and the man leads you into one of the patient rooms. You sit on the examination table hoping you wouldn’t dirty it too much. The nurse--at least that’s what you were assuming from the scrubs--pulls out a first aid kit.

“I’m Josuke Higashikata by the way.”

“Nice to meet you. Well this is a weird way to meet to be honest...I’m ____--sorry rambling…”

“It’s okay. I’m going to take the bandages off your hand now.” He begins unwrapping before he continues. “What did you cut your hand on?”

“Well…” Your voice trails off as you look off to the side.

“I just want to know if I should be worried about infection. We don’t want your hand to fall off or anything.”

Your eyes widen. “O-On a sword. I accidentally grabbed it too hard. It was kinda rusty too…”

As he cleans the wounds, Josuke asks you some more questions before reassuring that you should be okay.

After he wraps the huge cut on your hand, he moves on to the smaller ones on your body. It’s silent for a while before he speaks. "I don't really want to get in your business but why were you playing with a sword?"

"I wasn't playing with it! ….I was in the mines." You sigh. There was no reason to lie at this point.

Josuke arches a brow at you.

"Please dont tell Giorno," you laugh nervously.

"I won't,” He shrugs, shaking his head. “But he's probably going to figure it out eventually."

Especially since I ran into Fugo, Narancia, and Mista there--doesn’t mean I won’t try though.

You sigh, "Probably, but thanks anyways."

Your gaze moves upwards, away from his face. Josuke was a very handsome man, but your eyes couldn't help going elsewhere.

"How did you do that?" You point at his immaculate styled hair.

His fingertips carefully brush against his hair, “Do what?”

“Style your hair like that. It looks really interesting.”

Josuke raises a brow. “You don't mean that in a bad way, right?”

“No, no, it's just interesting! I didn’t mean to be rude.”

He shakes his head slightly. “You’re good. I just jumped to conclusions.”

He finishes with the rest of your wounds and smiles at you. "Okay, you’re all set ____."

You jump off the examination table. “Thanks!”

When you're led back to the front, Josuke lets you off when you realize you don’t have any way to pay him.

“When you start producing crops, you can pay me back then,” he says with a joking lilt.

You think he’s only half joking though. But you don't really mind since he just patched you up.

When he offers you a piece of candy--which you excitedly accept--that solidifies Josuke’s place on your free first-crop list.

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Are you ready to start your initiation?

If you had known you would be expected to go back into the mine so soon, you would have stayed out of it like you were supposed to!

You had to politely take that offer for another day though as you'd had met enough slime monsters to last a month. Of course you didn't say that last part out loud. Maybe next week you’d venture into the mines again with Caesar in tow to proctor your test.

Or maybe in two weeks. Or three.

You get out of the shower, dry yourself off quickly, and change into a pair of jammies. It was a bit early for that, but you didn't plan on going out for the rest of the day--you didn’t want to get anymore dirt on you after just getting clean.

You flop on your bed, getting under your thick covers, but your thoughts prevent you from relaxing properly. If you were going to go back into the mines you would need a better sword at some point. The one you have right now seems a few hits away from crumbling.

Wait, why were you planning on going back into the mines?

Damn your curiosity.

Knowing yourself, you’d forget and end up floors deep in the mines with a broken rusty sword, so you decide right then that you need to get a new one ASAP.

You force yourself off the bed to look for your map. You’re pretty sure you saw ‘blacksmith’ labeled somewhere on it.

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Early in the morning, with your map in hand and a stomach full of cereal, you walk all the way to the blacksmith, which took much longer than you thought it would.

Not only was your destination almost all the way on the opposite side of town, the map gave you a false idea of how big the town actually was.

You pause at the entrance of the small, darkly colored building and wipe at your forehead. The back of your hand sheened and you silently hoped whoever ran the place didn’t mind sweat.

You push open the heavy door and walk into the building. The furnace across the room covers the area in a comfortable, warm glow. However there's no one here.

"Hello?" you half yell.

There's no reply, but then you hear noise from the back room before a giant man with white hair walks through the door.

You immediately get caught up in his eyes--ink black scleras with blood red irises.

"Do you need something?"

You jump a bit from the man's low voice and break eye contact. "S-Sorry. Um, do you like...do swords? Oh, I'm ____ by the way, the farmer," your voice wavers a bit at the end.

"If you mean make them, then yes."

"Okay, great! That means I didn't walk here for no reason...Is it going to be expensive? I mean it’s obviously not cheap but how expensive will it be?" You made some money fishing but you weren't rolling in it just yet.

“Well, I need to know what you need it for first.”

“I need it to fight...in the mines.” Bringing up the mines was starting to make you feel silly. “It doesn’t need to be anything fancy either, just sharp.”

The man considers you for a few seconds. “Okay.”

You stare, surprised he didn’t kick you out. Maybe he didn’t care.

“I’m assuming you don’t have the materials needed for it but I can make you something easy to wield that’s still on the cheaper side…”

When you hear the price you can’t help internally cringe but you were set on getting this weapon. Risotto must have noticed your hesitation though.

“You won’t have to pay it all at once.” He smirks a bit. “Payment plans are a thing you know.”

“I know that!” You cross your arms but are secretly relieved that you wouldn’t be spending a huge chunk of your savings all at once.

“Thank you--Wait I forgot to get your name?”

A moment passes before he answers, nothing in particular showing on his face. “Risotto.”

You grin. “Well thanks, Risotto.”

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“What happened to your hand?” Abbacchio asks you. He had been eyeing it for the past 10 minutes.

You could just fess up but you knew a reprimanding would come with it and you weren’t in the mood. Future you could deal with it. "Just cut my hand on the farm. It’s nothing serious."

Bruno's face seems neutral but you have a feeling he wasn't buying it. You smile crookedly however and try to change the subject.

“Did you guys know some of my plants finally sprouted! I hope you guys like beans…”

Abbacchio gives you an annoyed look but doesn’t push any further.

#my boy josuke's no snitch v.v #jjba #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #josuke higashitaka #risotto nero #jojo risotto #stardew valley #stardew x jjba #My writing #reader insert

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centipedall · 3 years

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Crown of the White Death, or The Asbestos Prom

Senior year was my year. Student council president? Check. Choice college? Check. Prom queen? Check. Stayed with my boyfriend? No. Found out he was a cheating douche? Check. Not have a date to prom? Check. Prom king be a total loser who leaves early? Check.

Meh. Whatever. I don’t need losers in my life, anyways. Which was part of the reason I organized things the way I did. As student council president, I’m the one in charge of planning parties and organizing them. Well, the way I did it this time was just fan-freaking-tastic. Complex, yeah, but name one good thing that’s simple.

Now, my school is kinda set up in a circle. There are seven class areas that connect to two others, one for each subject. And, coincidentally, for each club I’m president of. And each color of the rainbow. Math, science, social studies, language arts, world languages, technology, and art. Chess, Science Honor Society, Philosophy, Creative Writing, Spanish Honor Society, Cyber Security, and Pottery. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet, black. I would have used the massive central courtyard and gymnasium for the final one, made it into a whiteout zone to contrast with the final black area, but there was a horrible asbestos outbreak there a week ago so it was shut down. Oh well. No plan survives first contact with the enemy, right?

So, if you weren’t in one of those clubs, I tried to make sure you didn’t come. Giving discounts to club members, targeted harassment, not telling people that the gym was full of asbestos, all that stuff. You know, to save space. No sense in wasting that on losers. Especially not losers who now have asbestosis. You don’t need all that nastiness here.

So, club members were in their respective areas, there were very few non-club members here, and everything was set up. There wasn’t really a theme, but everyone had kinda taken to wearing their own things. My student council team wore small, masquerade-style masks.

I stalked through the halls of the school, basking in the glory that I had made this happen. My entourage of student council members followed me. We didn’t really talk- for some reason, they didn’t like to talk to me. No one did, actually. But hey, that’s fine. I don’t need anyone.

I started my second round down the halls, starting at the red chess area. The chess club members wore simple, black-and-white formal clothing, contrasting against the various red tones of the math department. A few of them had chess pieces emblazoned on their dresses or suit jackets. They visibly paled as I walked in, making way for me and my group.

Then, I walked into the orange room, with a single massive paper-mache microscope in the center. The club members here wore stylized lab aprons, gloves, and goggles, designed more for fanciness than protection. There was a refreshment table full of smoking drinks in plastic flasks, which were evidently highly enjoyable. The vice-president of the club dropped her drink as I walked in, and it stained the carpet.

“Uh, h-hey, Prez.” She stammered out.

“What’s your problem?” Harsh, sure, but I had things to do. Well, not right now, I guess, but normally I do.

“Richard, uh, he saw, he saw, uh-”

“Christ, just spit it out already!”

“Norman! He’s here! In the next room!”

“Oh what the fuck.” I seethed.

That bastard. I told him that I never wanted to see him again. And now he showed up? Here? Oh, I’m going to tear him a new one. Quite literally.

I walked speedily into the next room. My face was a placid mask, and I walked with grace, but my hands were clenched. I felt skin split along my knuckles.

In the yellow room, there was only the paled philosophy club, goofily dressed up like different figures from history. I know they had fought tooth and nail- literally- over who got to be Aristotle. She averted her eyes- sorry, eye, now- to the ground. Plato glowered at her. That one didn’t need a bald cap anymore.

“Next room. Sorry.”

“Goddamnit.”

Creative writing. They had transcribed their favorite books into tattoos on their skin. Weird stuff. Kids were like a cult almost, which was why they were my least favorite. They still looked away from me as I stalked into the Spanish Honor Society’s room.

Huh. There was no one in here. Just an over-saturated blue. It hurt my eyes. Makes sense why no one was here.

It was similar in the purple room. The cybersecurity kids were in here, though. They scampered around on the floor, completely nude but for the blindfolds they wore. I was about to walk into the final room, but I hesitated. My ex was a big guy. Maybe I should have my entourage join in?

I turned, and they weren’t there. They must have stuck behind in one of the other rooms, too scared of him to go in. No matter. I’ll deal with this myself. Like a real queen should.

The black room was, of course, pitch black. But for a glow that emanated from a figure in the center. My ex. He was, of course, in the most infuriating costume I’ve ever seen.

He was thin, scrawny. Which should have seemed impossible, given how he was two-hundred pounds of muscle last week, but whatever. He wore a long coat and a pair of pants, both pure white. His face was alabaster white, just like my mask. Actually, I think it was a mask. As I walked closer to him, I heard wheezing, like his breath was short. His mouth and chest were scarred with bumps. Every breath he took almost inverted his chest, actually. His skin and eyes were irritated, but not red. Just white.

He coughed, a wet, hacking noise, and something came out. A small, wet piece of flesh flew from his mouth. It hit the ground just in front of me. It was just like his chest. Scarred, bumpy, and pure white.

Oh God. He was flaking. Clouds of little white flakes left his mouth with every exhale. Little bits left other parts of his body with every movement. Mostly his fingers and shoulders. The greatest amount of dust, however, came from the chunk that had left his mouth.

The worst part of all this, the real kicker, was the crown. It covered the top half of his eyes, like a blindfold almost. It was white and gold at the same time. I- I’m not sure how, it just was. It was bigger than my own crown, too. Like he was the prom king. A prom king afflicted with asbestosis.

Oh, that asshole. I pulled my hand black, and slapped him across the face.

But I didn’t. There was nothing there. Just a mask and clothes, crumpled on the floor.

I wheezed. Coughed. Something came out of my throat. Something wet, bumped, and scarred. And then I blacked out.

‘

Senior year was my year. Student council president? Check. Choice college? Check. Prom queen? Check. Just an awesome year.

As student council president, I’m the one in charge of planning parties and organizing them. Well, the way I did it this time was just fan-freaking-tastic. Complex, yeah, but name one good thing that’s simple.

Now, my school is kinda set up in a circle. There are seven class areas that connect to two others, one for each subject. And, coincidentally, for each club I’m president of. And each color of the rainbow. Math, science, social studies, language arts, world languages, technology, and art. Chess, Science Honor Society, Philosophy, Creative Writing, Spanish Honor Society, Cyber Security, and Pottery. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet, black. I used the massive central courtyard and gymnasium for the final one, made it into a whiteout zone to contrast with the final black area.

It was all pretty sick. Just the greatest party ever. There was only one problem: I had shown up late. And my prom king and boyfriend had probably taken his throne without me. But that’s okay. My entrance is going to be fantastic.

First stop, red. The chess room. My royal entourage behind me, we quickly strode through the room. It was a pretty fun design. The checkerboard people flickered in and out of existence. Black to white to black again. Good people. Fun to be around. Very, very smart, and very good at games. I was a big fan of the way they dressed up for the occasion. Old-fashioned in a new way, I guess?

Orange, now. The scientific. Loose strands of DNA littered the area. They looked like flasks, this time around. Filled with steaming liquids. They drank from plastic skulls full of juice. Nonalcoholic, of course.

Anyways, next room. yellow. Weird guys. I heard that this year, like always, they had fought over who got to be who. The leader was always Aristotle, but the others got to war over Descartes and Plato. Me, I prefer being the same person all the time, but different strokes for different folks, right?

Into green. The written. The folks in here had yellow skin, like an old book. The actual brains were written on them, though, like inked tattoos. It really must suck, being mental when all your friends are physical. Then you have to buy bodies, and actually get yourself in them. They’d bought cheap, but they made it look nice. Careful not to touch any bodies and smudge someone off, I went into the next room.

Blue, now. Just one member, in here. Spain looked at me with their thousand burning eyes. An army of skulls chanting in the darkness as their fingers danced. The mountains and rivers become nails and blood vessels. Twirling shapes in the darkness. A single piercing shriek echoing through the void.

Classy fellow. I’m glad they showed up. And in their best dress, too.

Okay. Purple. I walked through the blind, deaf, mute things. Cylinders of flesh that faintly throbbed as they sat in their chairs. Blindfolds covered alternating parts of them, like stripes. They rocked a little, swaying from side to side. It wasn’t due to any outside influence. Just their minds. I tried it once. The whole sensory deprivation thing. I got too antsy in there. Too many irons in the fire, you know.

Final room. Black. I was the only one in here. It was pitch-black, of course. Wet too. It thumped, and I could feel it beat around me. Thump. Thump. Thump.

I emerged from the pot, and entered into the white room. The throne room. My court. They were all there. Everyone from before. My kingdom bowed as I entered. And he was there. On the throne, with mine next to him. Two equal chairs, to represent two equal forces. The king and his queen. The light and the dark.

Pieces drifted from him, up into the sky. He breathed and his chest inverted. His crown was large, white. Beautiful. I couldn’t see my own, but I knew it was just as beautiful. I took my place next to him, sitting. And the kingdom was whole again. White and black united to become perfection. One that would reign for the rest of forever.

This is such a kickass prom.

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Sunshower 9

Dusk time, the time every resident has been waiting for has returned once again. Decorations start to light up like yesterday and one by one people started to roam the streets yet again; including Neptune. He leaned against a small metal railing that went down to the beach via several steps. His pants were replaced with red shorts and a black, half buttoned up shirt. Perfect casual attire for having fun on the beach. It also was the only place his goggles didn’t stick out.

Even though the festivities had just begun, Neptune had already been patiently waiting for Ilia. Sun had informed them of conversation that took place by the lake and eagerly waiting to hear her interpretation of it. He’d had practiced pretending to be ignorant about it for an hour. Secretly being the friend they both turn towards for this predicament was rather challenging, yet flattering. Not to mention he was kinda living for this type teen drama. It was sure more investing than dealing with grimm.

Neptune:Hmmm, where the hell is she? I hope she didn’t change her mind.

“Freeze Human! You’re under arrest!!!” A voice cried out behind Neptune that made him jump instantly and turn around with his hands up.

Neptune:Officer I swear it was Su- Judy?

Judy:Hahaha! Man I got you good!

The fox officer laughed hysterically while holding their scroll sideways like a gun. Neptune would’ve been furious if he wasn’t busy looking at Judy’s outfit. The uniform from earlier was replaced with some blue daisy dukes that showed off her legs and a red crop top that proved that Judy definitely was the type who took police academy seriously. It was a good thing Judy had warned him earlier about using compliments like foxy because he definitely would’ve said it here.

Neptune:Woah.......

Judy:I could say the same thing. I guess earlier I saw you in standard clothes and not party attire. Not to shabby.

Neptune:Th...thanks. You look....wow.

Judy:Hmmm first woah, now wow. Here I thought you had flirting down packed.

Neptune:I’m...sorry?

Judy:Don’t be. Bumbling is was more adorable. *winks*

Neptune:*red* S..so, you’re definitely not dressed for work hehe. I guess you’re off the clock?

Judy:Yep! But technically an officer never really is. If something pops off and I’m around then you bet your ass I got to do something about it. With parties like these even the best of people can do something crazy with enough liquor in their liver.

Neptune:Hehe, ain’t that the truth?

Judy:Hmm, aren’t you too young to drink?

Neptune:.......

Neptune:Am I about to get a ticket?

Judy:Pfft, that’s not worth the ink; and you won’t just here me say that. When Menagerie parties like this then it’s pretty common for the young adults to end up drinking as well. If we tried to enforce a law like the drinking limit during these then we’d run out of trees to make paper in a day. So we let it slide. It’s a double edged sword though. Anybody who gets arrested for something better not hope they’re illegally intoxicated. We’ll add that to the charge.

Neptune:So I’m guessing you’re what, 21?

Judy:Actually I just turned 22. I don’t drink though. Not really my style.

Neptune:I don’t know many people like you. A badass older woman fox cop. That’s a mouthful.

Judy:.......

Neptune:What?

Judy:*hands on hips smirking* Give it a second.

Neptune:......!!! Shit! I’m sorry! Badass older...person. Was that rude? I didn’t mean to-

Judy:*grabs his shoulder* Neptune, was it?

Neptune:Y..yes.

Judy:I’m just messing with ya. Lighten up; just wondering if you’d catch on.

Neptune:I sort of put two and two together with a bit of Ilia’s help. Sorry, I have a couple of gay friends but non-binary is a new one. I’ll try not to slip up too much.

Judy:*grinning* I appreciate the thought. I’m not sensitive about that sort of thing though. Cops need thick skin and I’ve lived this life long enough to be comfortable with how I’m addressed. Feminine pronouns are no skin off my back. Brownie points though if you do get the hang of it though. It would definitely make you more....appealing.

That last word was said strangely to him. Either he was reading the room wrong or there was a definite vibe sh-they were trying to give him. The boy was definitely out of his league with this one. Judy watched his face get a little redder as he was finally let go of.

Neptune:Good to know.

Judy:That’s enough about. Wanna tell me why you’re standing here all alone? I saw your friend up at the Belladonna estate just a bit ago. Waiting on a date?

Neptune:No, but I wouldn’t mind one honestly.

Judy:*raises eyebrow* How bold.

Neptune:That’s not what I- I mean if you wanna. Wait, I’m doing something important! I’m waiting for Ilia; I’m supposed to meet her here.

Judy:She was looking pretty rough earlier. I didn’t think she’d party two days in a row.

Neptune:She sort of got persuaded. I’m wondering what’s keeping her?

Judy:Why wonder when you can ask? You have her number right? Face time her.

Neptune:Why not just call?

Judy:Trust me, she doesn’t answer regular calls nearly as often. She’s probably just laying around.

xxxx

“I’m going to be the number one hero!”

“Fuck yeah you are!” Ilia shouted at her tv proudly as she put a spoon full of cereal in her mouth. “I wish someone could give me a super power.”

Bzzz!!! Bzzz!!! Incoming call

She looked down at her scroll to see the little goggle icon she gave Neptune shaking side to side Ilia wasn’t stupid. She knew what time it was; she also knew that she still wasn’t feeling in a party mood. ‘Maybe if I ignore it, he won’t call it again? Then again, it’s face time. Why not just call? .....screw it.’ Ilia answers it.

Ilia:H-

Neptune:Where are you!? Party time officially began at least half an hour ago!

Ilia:Uuhhhhh, fashionably late?

Neptune:Is that why you have dried up milk in the corners of your mouth?

Ilia:.....*wipes mouth* Yes? Hehehe.

Neptune:Are you even dressed?

Ilia:...Does a sports bra and basketball shorts count?

Neptune:You wear a bra in the comfort and privacy of your own house?

Ilia:Yeah?

Neptune:Hmmm, you would.

Ilia:W..what does that me-

Neptune:Never mind that! Ilia, put on something party casual and hurry up. Don’t think I won’t drag you out of your house.

Ilia:You don’t know where I live Neptune.

Judy:*offscreen* I do!

Ilia:Judy!? Are you with my parole officer!!? Am I on speaker phone!?

Neptune:...That sounds pretty bad out loud but yes. Say hi Judy. *hands her scroll*

Judy:Hey Spots. You look comfy.

Ilia:I was. Now I’m suspicious.

Judy:Relax, I bumped into your friend and simply asked what he was doing. Apparently he’s waiting for you, so get off your butt and put on your dancing shoes!

Ilia:Shouldn’t my parole officer encourage me to stay in one place?

Judy:All I have to do is recommend you make good choices, which is something I never had to do with you personally because news flash, you’re a good citizen; reformed anyways.

Ilia:Woah, almost a complete compliment.

Judy:You know I find you endearing. Now are you real going to bum out on your couch watching anime.

Ilia:How did you know it was-

Judy:Or are you going to enjoy the night with your friend who keeps jumping every time he hears a wave crash on the shore?

Neptune:Hey!

Ilia:Sigh........uuuugggggghhhhh

Judy:FYI, if I see you out and about tonight then you don’t have to wake up early and report to me tomorrow. You can sleep in.

Ilia:.......

Ilia:Give me fifteen minutes.

Judy:I’ll give you twenty five. I can smell you from here. *hangs up*

Ilia:I don’t-oooohhhh Judy you.....why can’t I have a normal parole officer!?

xxxx

Judy:She’s on her way.

Neptune:You’re good.

Judy:Nah, Ilia is just a big softie. Even if she won’t admit it. I do hope she cuts back on the drinking.

Neptune:Pfft, after yesterday she already said she’s not drinking a single drop of alcohol.

Judy:Whay happened yesterday?

Neptune:(Crap....) Oh you know..... too drunk to actually enjoy herself. I mean you saw her when I had to basically carry her.

Judy:Hmm, you’re definitely holding out on me. I can hear it your voice.

Neptune:What are you a detective? Wait, are you? *eyes widen*

Judy:No, you’re just really bad under pressure. That’s enough of you talking about what you do with females at parties. We have time to kill. *grabs his hand*

Neptune:*red* Where are we going?

Judy:Standing in one spot is boring! We’re going on a little walk on beach. Maybe get our feet a little wet?

Neptune:That’s...you see....bodies of w..water and I don’t exactly go together!

Judy:Yeah right. Your name is Neptune and I can see the goggles on your head.

Neptune:(I’ve made a terrible choice in fashion. Sun, I don’t know how but you owe me for this one.)

xxxx

Yang:Oh, you’re back....

Sun:Yeah, I have a room here....

The two of them stood in the doorway of Blake’s house. Not many people have come to enjoy the festivities inside yet but those who did were treated to uneasy tension the two radiated. Neither of them had changed. In situations like these, you come prepared for the worst.

Yang:I don’t want to argue with you.

Sun:Me either.

Yang:So why does it feel like we’re one bad move away screaming our heads off.

Sun:Because you’re obviously defensive over this. As for me, I’m.....sad.

Yang:*frown* You’re not sad Sun. I know what sad is. What you are is hurt. Badly. Not that I blame you.

Sun:But you still insist on rubbing it in my face knowing how I feel? I thought you were better than that.

Yang:That’s not what- listen, I get it. I started ya off on bad terms and might’ve...deserved some choice words. My bad. Can we at least try to look past that?

Sun:*folds arms*....For Blake.

Yang:For Blake.

Kali:*walks up* Well that was a sorry excuse for an apology. Shouldn’t huntsman be somewhat good with deterring hostile situations. Both of you are scaring guest. Now I may not know the complete ins and outs of your problems but I know Blake cherishes you both; I cherish you both. Ghira might not show it but Sun, he is fond of you.

Something about hearing that made him smile a little. It would’ve been nice for Ghira to say it himself but still, it was nice.

Kali:If one of you is upset then Blake is upset. If both of you are upset with each other then you better believe that Blake will be concerned and I’ll be mad at both of you. So please, actually try and forgive one another; faking it won’t solve the problem. You’ll only end up more hurt.

Yang and Sun:.......Yes ma’am.

Kali:Sun?

Sun:Yes?

Kali:I hope you know that you don’t have to force yourself to okay so soon? As much as I would be thrilled if you were, we all know that’s not how these things work. Take your time. After all, this isn’t some physical injury you got. You’re heart broken.

He was. Sun didn’t really want to give it that label. Him and Blake definitely shared a lot of deep moments together since they met but they weren’t exactly plentiful. Yet somehow Blake....really captivated him. She was special to him. That feeling itself hasn’t changed. there was now simply miserable end layer that followed it; like bitter sweet chocolate. Coming here in the first place was struggle on its own. His chest felt heavy and face slightly warm. It felt wrong to not be completely happy for Blake. It felt selfish....

Yang:You know, Blake is still getting ready. Kali and I can tell her you stopped by to let her know you just weren’t feeling well? If that’s what you wanna do that is.

Sun:..Yeah. That might be for the best right now. *rubs head* Tell her I’m sorry too.

Yang watched him turn around and begin walking down the stairs. Guilt didn’t stop with him. Even she had to admit this isn’t what she wanted. Seeing Sun low spirited was unnatural. Things couldn’t end like that; not completely poor. “Sun!” She called out to him without thinking and ran to him. Sun turned just in time to receive an unexpected hug from the blonde bruiser. It took a moment before he returned it in kind.

Sun:.....

Kali:*smiling*

Yang:Please feel better. I mean that. You’re just not you without a smile. I’m...I’m sorry I took that from you. I didn’t mean to.

Sun:Something was going to be collateral. No way around that. Thanks though; I needed a hug.

Sun spent no time putting distance between himself and that house. The sunset had was finally fading int night and with it brought more active people out and about. Many heading to where he just left, but some preferred to make the streets their dance floor. He wasn’t quite in a mood for it however. Instead he sat alone on a bench near the beach entrance and closed his eyes.

‘I wonder where the other are? They should be around here somewhere. Heh, Ilia is totally gonna be pissed that I didn’t follow through. Well, not exactly. At least Yang and I seem a bit more friendly. Still, so much for a part do over’

“Someone looks pretty gloomy for them to claim that making friends is their so called secret semblance.” The sarcastic tone was all he needed to hear in order to know Ilia was right in front of him.

“Hi Ilia.” No effort was put into making that sound cheery. “Sun, please tell me I didn’t get dressed for nothing?” His eyebrows scrunched at her words in confusion before actually deciding to take a look at the her. Ilia wore a simple white tank top and jean shorts that looked ripped by her own doing. They were faded and stopped halfway down her thighs. The most surprising part about the outfit, other than it being like colors, was her shoes. Sun didn’t expect Ilia to own a pair of high top sneakers. They were so blue with yellow stitching.

Sun:Where are the others?

Ilia:Don’t know; I just got here.

Sun:What? Shouldn’t you have been here like an hour ago?

Ilia:*red* I-I almost bailed. I’m sorry...

Sun:Don’t be. I kinda wished you did. It would make me feel a lot better about not holding up my end of the bargain.

Ilia:Someone looks like they have a story to tell. Or a reason to scream?

Sun:Try both.

Ilia:I just might. After you tell me about it first. Scoot over.

xxxx

Ilia:....

Sun:Well? No comments?

Ilia:Oh I have comments. They’re just mostly I told you so. Seriously, I’m the one who suggested getting space away from this situation in the first place!

Sun:I’m pretty sure you did not phrase it as kind. “Screw Blake Belladonna mentality” was what you said.

Ilia:Same difference. You got the message.

Sun:Yeah. Sorry, you were right. If you wanna go home then I won’t stop you. I’m not in much of a party mood anyways.

Ilia:.....

Ilia:Too bad

Sun:What?

Ilia:I said too bad. I’m already dressed and out here. You’re stuck with me. We decided on three hours right? Plenty of time to turn this night around.

Sun:But-

Ilia:Too bad....*grins* Listen, would you really rather sit here alone and bummed out. At least around me you’ll look cheery by comparison.

Sun:That’s pretty when you think about Ilia.

Ilia:Trust me, I know. So let’s at least try to fix that!

Her words and attitude were picking up steam so to speak. Only a little awhile ago did Sun hear the girl want to do nothing but lay around but now she was at least trying to give him positive vibes to feed off on. He hasn’t seen this much enthusiasm since their race. “You’re a real haggler aren’t ya?”

“You’re one to talk, banana breath.” She folded her arms and smirked with pride. The petty insult managed to put more of a smile on his face. “Look at that, you’re looking better already.” He playfully rolled his eyes; she might’ve been right though. He’d let her have this little victory if it meant her spirits was lifted too. A smile on her face was beginning to be a rare thing.

The two kept trying to read each other’s facial expression in an attempt to get some sort of edge over the other to tease them about. That all stopped however when the same thought came to both of them. ‘How long have I been staring?’ Unknowingly this had been going on for a couple minutes. Not only that, they hadn’t realized how physically close they had gotten in the process. Someway, somehow, Ilia had inched closer to him until there was almost no space between them except for hands that were finger nails apart. Sun was no better. He was so focused on reading her that he actually had leaned in a bit. Their faces only a few inches away. Ilia’s skin flashed pink briefly before her immediate jolt backwards away from him. Sun wondered if she had noticed? He wouldn’t bring it up if she didn’t. Even he could tell his face was probably a bit flushed from the unexpected breach of personal space.

Sun:S..Sorry about-

Ilia:No, it’s fine. My bad. We’re cool......

Sun:Cool. Cool...*rubs head* so uhh, let’s find Neptune I guess?

Ilia:Sounds like a plan!

They hop up from the bench and begin looking too see if they could spot him. “Judy was with him whe he called me. I’m sure they’re on the beach.”

“Let’s go then.” His mind instinctively went to grab her hand. He had caught what he was about to do but before he could backpedal, Ilia’s hand met his halfway and grabbed it. Her own subconscious action startled her. She had seen his hand swing back to her and simply...reached for it. Ilia looked at their hands then at Sun who was more than a little embarrassed by the incident.

Sun:I-

Ilia:Yeah, this crowd is getting pretty big. Wouldn’t want to get split and then have to find each other too.

She couldn’t tell if she was giving him an out, being logical, or rationalizing what happened to herself; and she wasn’t about to linger on it. Now was the time for fun. Anything else can be dealt with another day. Ilia took the lead and lead him to the beach.

Part8

#rwby #sun wukong #ilia amitola #neptune vasilias #sun x ilia #rwby sunspots #rwby sunshower #yang xiao long #kali belladonna #bmblb #bumbleby #you ever accidentally go on a double date #taking night walks on the beach?#rwby au #rwby ships

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black-kitten-imagines · 4 years

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The Fifth Musketeer ~ Five Hargreeves x reader

Gif not mine

Word count: 2,356

Warnings: Spoiler alert!; It’s supposed to be a happy ending so in this story the Handler dies, the briefcases can’t be fixed and the apocalypse is prevented without any explosions.

Summary: When Five returns to the Commission after his deal with the Handler he meets the reader who hates working there as much as he does.

The constant clicking and the occasional dinging of typewriters filled the small office room. Except for one all the desks were occupied by dedicated employees. All of them busy tapping away at the typewriters keys. Unlike them, I didn’t try to get as much work done as possible. Unlike them, I didn’t enjoy working at ‘The Commission’. I despised working here, telling the agents what their next mission was. More often than not I was ordering someone’s ‘correction’, as they liked to call it. Then again, I understood that the job was important.

I looked at the simple silver watch around my wrist – another hour until the break when I could finally escape this horrid place with the help of my new book ‘The Three Musketeers’. I just loved how the four main characters fought for what they believed in, willing to sacrifice everything if it secured the life of those important to them. The black ink on the slightly yellow pages was the only thing keeping me from going insane because of this work.

Outside on the hallway I could hear the frantic footsteps of employees, but one pair of footsteps stood out. They were confident. A woman wearing heels. And they were headed straight towards our door. I knew these footsteps oh so well. Most of the employees were scared of her especially after hearing of her ruthless work as an agent. The Handler. And just as I predicted the blonde woman appeared in the door frame, beside her a young man.

His dark brown hair was styled perfectly only a few strands hung into his forehead. He wasn’t smiling like newcomers usually did. A navy blue school uniform hung from his slender frame. Both of his hands were leisurely in his trouser pockets. He slowly and carefully looked around the room. When his gaze landed on me I inhaled sharply. His bright grey eyes were filled with such an intensity as well as mystery. The approximately 20 year old man oozed effortless beauty. I took in his appearance. He seemed so much more mature than any of the men or rather boys that I ever dated.

“Everybody, this is Number Five. I am sure you have all heard of him”, the cold voice of the Handler introduced him as she lead him to the only vacant desk. Number Five?! He was one of the most famous agents that the Commission had ever employed. Everyone knew his name. He was the best of the best. He was like the Kanye West of the time-travelling world. I had always envisioned him to be a lot older, but I wasn’t disappointed by this pleasant surprise as he was very easy on the eyes.

As soon as the Handler left I turned back to focus on the file in front of me. During the hour until break everyone tried to suck up to Five especially Dot who was sitting behind him. I almost had to laugh out loud at how hard she tried and how easily she was ignored.

When it was finally time for the break I quickly gathered my things and headed for the cafeteria. I grabbed some food and sat down at my usual table opening up my book. That break I continuously glanced up from the story to see if Five had arrived – I wondered where he would sit – but to no avail, he didn’t show up. Neither did he the days afterwards.

The first time I saw him during break time was almost a week after he had been introduced to us by the Handler. He walked in and picked up a tray of food. His stride was filled with confidence. He ignored the calls of our coworkers offering him to sit with them and headed straight towards the table only I was sitting at. I greeted him with a smile before continuing with my book.

“What’s the book about?” It took a while for me to realize that Five had been talking to me as I had expected him to ignore me as he did with the others. “What?... oh... um. It’s about these four soldiers in France in the 17th century. They are part of the king’s guard and they would do anything for their king and queen. The book is mostly about how they save the royal family especially the queen from the Cardinal’s plans.” After I had given him a brief summary both of us fell back to silence while eating.

Then a question popped into my mind. A rumour I had heard. After gathering all my courage I shyly spoke up again. “How come you’re back here? I thought you had left the Commission.” Five looked up at me with a calculated look before he replied: “Certain circumstances demanded my presence here.” I had no idea what he was talking about which was most likely his intention.

“Oh... if I ever had the chance to leave I would leave for good no matter what.” “Why?”, Five asked me curiously. “I just hate working here, especially with the Handler as my boss.” “Why? What’s the deal with the Handler? I know she’s a horrible woman but the others don’t seem to have a problem with her either.” His question made me sigh. “A few years ago there was a confrontation between me and her. I wanted to leave. She wanted me to stay. Let’s just say it didn’t end well for me.”

Silence befell us again until the young man sitting across from me raised his voice again. “And what would you do if you didn’t work here anymore?” That was a good question. My plan always was to leave this place and settle down somewhere else but what exactly I would do I had no concrete ideas. I was lost in thought, going through all the possibilities. The thought of the things I could do put a smile on my face. In turn this made the corners of Five’s mouth slightly tilt upward which seemed like something he didn’t do too often.

“Ah, well... maybe I would open up a secondhand bookstore... Oh! I could have an integrated coffee and lounge area!”, my eyes lit up in joy at this idea, “maybe I would finally meet someone and start a family.” Thinking of my future with a man I couldn’t stop myself from picturing Five as that man.

Five sitting across from me at a small Italian restaurant laughing at me for getting tomato sauce onto my nose – our first date. Five standing in the kitchen cooking something while I tiredly sat on the chesterfield in the living room watching him – our first night of living together. Five comfortingly looking at me as I nervously ran my hands over my dress before walking down the aisle – our wedding day. Five running after a little girl with dark brown pigtails, gently throwing her up into the air as soon as he caught up with her and catching her again – our first child.

Suddenly I awoke from my daydream and blushed furiously as I noticed that Five was looking at me. “What would you do?”, I asked him. “Dunno”, he answered before turning back to his food. We finished eating in silence.

It was a few days after my talk with Five. I was on the way to our office room from a meeting. I was lost in thoughts until I walked past the tube room and heard a familiar voice. It was Five. He was talking to someone. Then there was a thumping noise like something had fallen to the floor. I carried on on my way. He was probably just talking to Gloria.

Suddenly Five came running out of the room. As soon as he saw me he grabbed my arm pulling me with him. “Quick! Come with me!” What was going on? What was so urgent he had to pull me with him?

Suddenly there was a loud explosion behind us. It shook the floor and walls causing clouds of dust to fill the hallway and me to stumble. As I threatened to fall Five quickly grabbed my waist with his free arm keeping me upright.

“What was that?! Where are we going?”, I asked my companion, my voice filled with shock and fear. “I can’t tell you now. Later. We just have to get going. Get out of here”, he rushed. “Why? What did you do?” This made him stop in his tracks and turn around to me. His face was completely serious as he asked me: “Do you trust me?” I thought about it. If I was honest with myself, I actually didn’t know him. I knew nothing about him about him but still I found myself trusting him with all that I had – with my life if it had to be – and so I nodded. He seemed relieved at my answer like he had held his breath while I contemplated. “Then just do as I say, OK? ”, Five asked of me and I nodded again.

After taking a lot of unknown hallways and occasionally hiding behind a closed door we arrived in the briefcase maintenance room with a clear view of the storage area for functioning briefcases. Five turned towards me whispering: “Wait here. Be ready to run as soon as I’m back. Do you understand me?” Then he disappeared with a spacial jump before I could even answer properly.

Now I saw him in the storage area. He grabbed one of the black briefcases before dropping something I couldn’t quite see. With a blue flash Five stood in front of me again. The two of us immediately ran. Behind us I heard another explosion. We ran and ran until we reached a secluded hallway. Here Five took my hand in his, gave me a comforting look and opened the briefcase.

The next thing I saw was an old living room with antiquities covering every free space. Standing right in front of us were a handful of people, all around 30 years old, staring at us full of surprise. Five let go of my hand and grabbed the coffee-to-go cup from the curly haired woman’s hand. Then he emptied it in one go throwing the cup over his shoulder.

“Where did you come from? And who is the girl?”, inquired a tall and muscular, blonde man. “I was at work. And this is my coworker (Y/n). (Y/n) these are my siblings”, Five replied nonchalantly, “So, where are we at with the apocalypse? Any new ideas?” The four young people looked at each other embarrassed. “Well... um... we were kinda giving up.” “Of course you were. Well, at least someone did their work”, Five replied sarcastically, “I figured out who causes the apocalypse.” “Who?”, his four siblings cried out in unison. “Harold Jenkins.”

I had tried to help the Hargreeves siblings as much as I could but without any powers I wasn’t the most useful. In the mean time we had figured out that actually Vanya would cause the apocalypse. We were at the theatre trying to stop her. To our luck Allison was able to stop her sister from hurting anyone. When Allison fired the gun Vanya fell to the floor unconscious.

Immediately the weight of the world fell from our shoulders and all of us were flooded with relief. I was so happy that everything had went so well that I couldn’t stop myself from hugging Five, my arms around his neck, a huge smile on my face. To my surprise Five hugged back tightly instead of pushing me away.

Suddenly we were torn out of our embrace when Luther cleared his throat. Everyone was staring at us which made us jump away from each other blushing furiously. “What should we do with Vanya?”, Luther asked his seemingly younger brother. We settled on taking her with us to the Academy where Grace could take care of her.

The six of us celebrated our success with a few drinks in the living room. I enjoyed spending time with the Hargreeves siblings, especially now with all the stress of the last few days gone. It almost felt like I was a part of their family. I was sitting on the couch next to Klaus laughing about one of his comments. I hadn’t been this happy and carefree for a long time and I enjoyed it.

Just as I finished my drink I looked up and saw Five looking at me, silently gesturing me to follow him out to the hallway. “I’ll be right back”, I told Klaus while setting my glass down on a side table. Klaus wiggled his eyebrows knowingly. “Stop that!”, I had to laugh as I left the room.

Five was leaning against one of the pillars waiting for me. As I walked over to him he straightened up. He seemed a little unsure of him self, which was surprising to me. I stopped in front of him wondering why he wanted me to come with him. He loosened his tie and gulped nervously.

“What happened back at the theatre, I... I would never have done that with anyone but you. And... um... I... I’ve been having these... these feelings for you for.... a while now. And... um... I...”, Five stammered out.

I had never seen Five as nervous as this. He never stuttered. For the past few days that I had known him he always was confident and sure of himself. I knew where this conversation was going and so I decided to make it a little easier for him by interrupting his stammering with a kiss.

At first Five was surprised and a little shocked but then he started to kiss back shyly. “I like you too and I would love to be your girlfriend”, I answered his silent question when we broke apart in need of air. Right then we heard wolf whistling and as we looked up we saw Klaus standing in the door frame.

“Shut up, Klaus!”, Five replied, back to his normal confident and sarcastic self before he turned back and kissed me passionately.

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theladylovingcrow · 4 years

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Black Panties and An Angel's Face Pt 1 (Sanny Christmas Fic)

** A Continuation of Silk and Satin, Leather and Lace, but there's no actual sex in this part (sorry horny friends, sorry) **

Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan Sanny shipping Tumblr

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny

Length: about 3k

Warnings/tags: lingerie, cross dressing, no smut yet, established relationship, gift giving, Christmas

Summary: Sam had said that he would wear whatever Danny bought him.... would he, really? Fuck, if not them this was about to he a sucky Christmas for the both of them.

Author's notes: I've been busting my ass all morning and last night trying it finish this, because honestly a Christmas fic after Christmas is just kinda... meh. But, alas, I only got the first half, the sort of build up, done. Well, something is better than nothing, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

From @therealswanqueen 's request for me (:

"Oh if you're going to write a continuation of the lingerie fic it would be nice if Danny buys it for Sam ♡♡♡ like if he's out shopping and sees something pretty and thinks 'Sammy would look gorgeous in this' ♡"

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Danny mentally went over the list in his head, arms too full of stuff to actually pull it out of his pocket at the moment. He had gotten the regular shopping out of the way, and was now working his way though the upper level of the mall, searching for Christmas gifts the one day he could get away from those sneaky brothers.

He had already gotten a variety of gag gifts and weird oddities the twins were sure to enjoy at Spencer's, and a new Christmas sweater for Sam; after some deliberation, a matching one for himself, as well. Their mothers were sure to enjoy it.

It was hard to know what exactly to give when they already had most things they could want, but Danny still tried to be thoughtful and give nice things to the people that meant the most to him.

New boots, a watch, and an engraved harmonica for Jake? Check.

A vintage fur coat for Josh? Yep, and surprisingly cheap.

Books for all three Kiszka's? Yes, as well as some parchment, ink, and quills for Joshie - it was one of those random finds that hadn't been on his radar of gift ideas, but as soon as he saw them he knew Josh would love them.

All that was left was Sammy. His best friend (now lover, too) always seemed to be both the easiest and worst to shop for. He was picky, so picky that, even after all these years, Danny could rarely be 100% sure that he'd like his gift.

He went in and out of every store, desperately searching for *something* that Sam didn't already have, and that he would appreciate receiving.

Nothing.

Not a single item that would be a good fit to give his new-ish boyfriend, not even a cool pair of sunglasses to just fill put some space in his gift bag.

Danny sighed, deciding to fuck the mall and go Amazon it in the comfort of their bed. But, just as he was heading towards the exit, something caught his eye.

A blue something - pale, like a robin's egg, but speckled with small, shimmering beads instead of brown splattered spots. It was a lacy bra, hanging several racks in inside of a Victoria's Secret.

Danny stopped and stared at it, considering. Sam had said.... Sam had said that he would wear whatever Danny bought him. It had been nearly two months, and, while they had definitely had sex many, many times since then, none of the lingerie items had made another appearance. Sam hadn't even mentioned it again after that day, instead only shooting Danny the occasional meaningful look that he interpreted as "Well? I'm waiting, it's on you to continue this."

He took two steps forward, but stopped just before entering onto the lighter tiles of the store's entrance. Would Sam actually like this as his Christmas present, instead of other stuff - namely, things he could actually tell their family he got?

Danny turned and was about to walk away, but then spun around for just one last look at the bra. It was so, so pretty, and would look so, so good against Sam's tanned skin; he could envision his lover perfectly in that little blue piece, coyly teasing Danny as he ran his hands over his lacy chest.

He took in a sharp breath and marched into the store, bags of presents banging against his thighs as he rushed over to the rack to closer inspect the bra. Danny set his purchases down on the ground so he could touch it, tentatively reaching out a finger to run over the scalloped trim along one of the cups.

Danny realized that the one he was looking at would never fit Sam, but, luckily, there was a whole row of blue items in different sizes behind it. He flicked through the hangers, eyebrows knitting together at all of the different numbers, letters, prices, and, he realized, slightly different styles and designs.

Which one should he choose - what would look best on Sam, and what would fit him? Danny was at a loss. The first bra he had seen and fallen in love with appeared to be the only one of its kind, which was highly disappointing but he knew that often happened when shopping - if you fall in love with something, chances are it's not going to work out. Such was life.

The other bras, though: all were the same pale blue, but some had no beading, some possessed a ridiculous amount of straps, and one was also covered in purple, trailing vines embroidered over the lace, curling over the soft fabric.

"Sir, do you need any help?"

Danny startled, looking over his shoulder at a friendly, understanding looking employee. He nodded sheepishly, nudging aside some of his bags with his foot so he wasn't barricaded in a circle of paper bags.

"Yeah, I'm... I don't know what size to get- yeah," he cut himself off, nearly saying "to get my boyfriend" but realizing that maybe he shouldn't.

It wasn't like Danny was ashamed of being bisexual, but he figured that revealing he was dating a guy and buying him lingerie was not a good idea - not only because she could react weird, but because who knew who could recognize him. He decided it was safest to just pretend to be buying a present for his girlfriend, it was close enough and completely plausible, if only requiring more thought before he spoke.

"Of course! Do you know what size she is?"

He shook his head, looking back at all of the tags. Like every guy, he knew, roughly, that A was small and D was big - stereotypically perfect, though Danny disagreed - but there were also double letters and numbers that were confusing him. He had no frame of reference to know what size the numbers indicated, nor the scope of the sizes. 28 was the smallest he saw, but it still seemed like an awfully big number for Sam's tiny ribcage, and many of the other girls he'd met, too.

"That's all right, this is probably a surprise, huh?" The employee, he saw her name was Stephi, gave him a knowing look and a grin, and Danny nodded again, smiling back.

"Yeah, she... she's been kind of hinting, but this is totally going to be a surprise and I didn't really think to check sizes before I came. She's really small though, very skinny and uh, an A cup, I think. What are the numbers?"

"Oh, the numbers are for band size, it's like the circumference of the of the ribcage. She'd probably be a 28A, that's the smallest we have," Stephi said, sorting through the rack methodically and picking out several of the blue bras as well as a few others from a lower rung. "Do these look like they would fit?"

Danny squinted at them, trying to imagine if they would hang slack on Sam's body or sit snug like they were supposed to.

"I guess, yeah, those look like they'd fit. Though, I've never really seen her wear the shaped ones, she likes softer things. They're called, uh, it has 'bra' in it..."

Really, Danny didn't want to get the shaped ones because he thought they would pop off of Sam's body weird with nothing to fill them, and that looked both unsexy and uncomfortable. He'd heard one of his past girlfriends talk about some bra thing before; it had sounded like a lighter fabric or something, but he just couldn't remember what it was called.

"A brallette? Yes, we have those, here's a few."

She took the shaped bras and set them aside, holding out a few that looked like lacy, cut off tank tops or teddys, soft and thin fabric that would most likely lay flat if nothing was underneath.

Ah, a brallette! Danny swore he was going to pay more attention to what his partner was talking about when it came to stuff like this, be it Sam or another girlfriend - though, he hoped it would only ever be Sam from now on.

Danny looked at the bras she was holding, trying to decide. There was the soft blue one with purple vines crawling up from the band at the bottom, little flowers budding up high over the mesh and lace top and then continuing over the straps. He really liked that one, so he gently took it from her and kind of tucked it under his arm, then continued surveying.

Another was completely pale pink lace, "Millenial Pink" he was pretty sure. His eyes passed over it, going instead for one of similar design but of a rich, deep green color. He grabbed that one too, and decided not to get any of the others Stephi was holding.

He thanked her for her help, figuring he had a good grasp of what bras to get, now.

"No problem! I'm sure she'll love these, let me know if you need anything else, I'll be at the counter."

Stephi turned and started walking away, then came back to him. "Hey, you have a lot of bags, do you want to put them next to the counter while you shop, if you think it'll be awhile? It might make it easier."

Danny grinned at her. "Oh, yes, please, and thank you."

He appreciated how nice she was being to him, even though that was technically her job and she'd probably seen many hapless boyfriends in the store before. Still, it was the busy week before Christmas, and she had taken the time to patiently help him while people were rushing and yelling and making a mess of things all around them. Danny carried his bags over to where she directed and took the metal basket she gave him, turning back to survey the store for anything else that caught his eye.

Over in the left corner, he spotted a table full of colorful pieces of cloth - panties, he realized, looking at the mannequins modeling a few pairs. Danny wandered over to them, stopping briefly to run his hands over another bra but moving on when he realized it wasn't something Sam was likely to wear.

There were so many options! Danny knew that there were many, many styles of women's underwear; he was proud to say that he had seen quite a few of them first hand. Still, the colorful piles were almost making his head hurt, though his heart was beating faster with something that felt like excitement.

He picked up pair after pair, settling on the 10 for $100 deal he saw advertised. It seemed ridiculously expensive for tiny, flimsy pieces of fabric, but it would be so, so worth it when he got to see Sam's sinful hips in these cheeky little triangles.

Danny grabbed one more pair of panties and another bra - a matching, strappy set - and brought everything over to the front of the store, waiting in line with all the other ladies and boyfriends to purchase his secret gifts. He grinned at Stephi as she rung him up, thanking her profusely for the help and adding the pink striped bag to his cache of others.

He made his way past the giggling groups of teenage girls out of the store, pausing to give a few of them a smile when they blushed and pointed at him. He would stop and take pictures if they asked, but otherwise, he was a man on a mission.

Danny couldn't get the image of Sam all dressed up for him those two months ago out of his head; his stockings and garter, the corset, his sweet smile. He wasn't likely to find a corset like that at a commercial mall, but the other stuff - he wanted, he needed, to get the complete outfit.

His next stop, after dropping all the other gifts at the car like he had originally intended, was a high-end 'bohemian' boutique right next to Macy's. Danny pushed open the door, quirking his lips at some indie cover of Jingle Bells playing over the store's speaker.

Danny smiled widely, looking over the store. Florals, paisley, glitter, lace and satin and taffeta, all hung like shimmering, rainbow banners on the walls. He knew what Sam's style was, the only thing he had to do was build the bridge between the lingerie he had gotten and what Sam would wear, normally, and it was - hopefully - going to be an unforgettable gift. He decided to start at the hair clips and work his way around to the mini skirts on the other side.

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Two hours and nearly two thousand dollars later, he had three full-to-bursting bags of clothing and accessories for Sam. Danny knew he had gone over board, and over budget, but every time he thought he had found the last item he turned around and another was screaming at him, sometimes from an entirely different store, how good it would look on Sam's lithe body. This new idea had shone a new light on the mall where he had previously found nothing of interest to get his lover; now, it was like he couldn't stop the floor of gifts.

He sighed, hands straining to grasp all of the bag handles as he made his way to the parking lot, trying not to knock anyone over with his haul. Now all that was left was wrapping everything up and placing it under the tree, where Sam could receive it in a few days time.

Danny worried his lip in between his teeth as he loaded up the trunk of the car. He was happy with his purchases, but that didn't mean Sammy would like them. He tried to quell any doubt in his head, though; Sam had asked for Danny to buy him more stuff, so he had. Simple.

The only thing he had to worry about was the wrong person opening the presents - which, shit, maybe they shouldn't go under the tree.

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Jake was smirking, looking back and forth between Danny's red face and his little brother's more self satisfied, but also blushing one.

"So, Sammy, what did you get? Let us see."

Sam shook his head at first, looking like he was being asked to feed his arm to a lion, but then slowly raised his gift out of the mess of tissue paper. It was a top, silver and covered in shimmering fringe all the way down its torso and in lines along the sleeves. Some of the things Danny had gifted Sam toed the line - lacy shirts, crop tops, one skirt, booty shorts (though he already wore those) with the hope that Sam would actually like them, as in making them a part if his every day wardrobe. Dressing up for sex was fun, but Sam's androgyny, even when not sexual, was still incredibly attractive and Danny wanted to encourage it.

Jake whistled. "Dang, Sammy, I might have to "borrow" that from you. But that's not what made you blush, now let us see it. "

"Nuh-uh, no can do Jack-o. Do I demand to see everything your girlfriend gives you?"

"Ooh, so it's that kind of gift!" Josh laughed. He was sitting on the floor, surrounded by shining bits of metallic paper and rainbow wrapping, swaddled in a plush red robe and grinning like the little Christmas elf he was; he had demanded they each open one gift before they did Christmas with the entire Kiszka-Wagner clan like usual.

Danny squirmed in his seat, his face getting even darker. He had gotten Sam some regular things so as not to arouse suspicion, and then saved most of the special items for later that night, privately hoping Sam would try them on and give him a little show. But, he had slipped in one pair of frilly white and black panties to let Sam know what was to come.

Sam adamantly refused to show his brothers anything else in the bag, setting it aside behind his chair and shooting Danny a look that could only be described as sultry. Danny swallowed, dry, and opened his own gift from Sam.

It was a gorgeous silk robe, starting at a light lavender and melting into a deep, inky black at the bottom. There was embroidery along the edges, little flowers and curls trimming the sweeping bell sleeves. Black lace formed a belt along the gathered waist, little silver buttons shining against the darkness.

Danny gasped, softly running his fingers over the fabric, feeling the cool softness and already imagining it against his skin.

Sam leaned over and whispered in his ear, one hand curled around Danny's bicep. "I'll wear anything you get me, but I want you to do the same, at least try it. What do you think?"

Danny turned to Sam, almost at a loss for words. "It's... it's beautiful, Sammy, of course I'll wear it. We'll be matching."

It was incredible how fast Sam was able to take the reins of a situation and flip it - here, Danny had thought that he was indulging his lover's interest, but, apparently, Sam had realized that Danny was just as into it and brought the control back to himself. Danny was putty in his hands, buying what he wanted and following every order, and he always would be, with joy.

"Woah, that's cool. But why'd you get Danny a lacy robe?"

Danny looked up, startled, to see both of the twins leaning over and staring into the box on his lap. He quickly put the top back on and shrugged, not sure how he had forgotten they were there. It was the excitement, he supposed, and the sentimentality of the gift, too, that had distracted him.

Jake shook his head, mumbling "Weirdos," under his breath and going to start gathering up the wrapping paper strewn all over the floor. There was a weird air in the room, one Danny couldn't quite shake. Sam was still sitting way too close to him and giving him looks, not at all helping him get his head back on straight.

"So, anyways, did I mention that I got us matching sweaters? Mom will love them!"

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To Be Continued

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stanbillyhargrove · 4 years

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Ghosts Chp 4

Billy x Katrina

A/N: this is a multi chapter series that will contain smut, angst, fluff, substance abuse

Katrina's POV

I came down from my high the morning after going out with Steve and Billy and spent the next few days hiding in my apartment. I called in sick to work and stayed huddled in my bed trying to sleep.

Seeing Elle was hard, I don't know why I kept hallucinating her since it upset me so much but she was always around, keeping the wound of losing her open and raw. Even if I couldn't see her I could tell she was close by the smell of her citrusy perfume.

I figured out that the only way to keep her away was to be high, so when it got too much I went searching for someone willing to share their drugs with me. Nothing hard but something that was just enough to make me happy again and keep her out of my mind. Last week, I found someone to sell me speed and I'd ridden the high all week, not sleeping and not coming down until I ran out. And now, she was here again, in my bed and chastising me.

"Why don't you want to see me, Katie? Don't you love me?"

Elle was wearing a dark red flannel open over ripped jean shorts, the white tank top underneath did nothing to hide the bruise on her chest.

I lifted my head from my pillows to look at her and mumbled, "how come you always look different?"

"Hmm?"

I waved my hand at her, "you're always different, why?"

"Well I didn't always look the exact same now did I?"

"Hmm..guess not," I murmured, burying my head again.

There was a moment of silence before I felt her hand running over my back, flooding my head with her thoughts. Orange leaves falling and cracking under feet, the taste of bubblegum ice cream-her favorite-and one of her favorite songs being quietly hummed under her breath. But everything held that same muted note, a little less vibrant than in real life.

"Katrina?"

I hummed, not moving.

"You didn't answer me. Do you not love me?"

I sighed, turning my head to peer at her again, "of course I do, Ellie...but..you're gone, dead...you're never coming back."

"So you want to forget me?"

I reached out, laced my fingers with her cold ones, "I can't forget you...but I can't pretend you're alive either and every time you're here it's like I lose a little piece of me all over again."

She took a second, like she was thinking about what I said, before someone else appeared. A young girl, dressed all in black with long open cuts down her arms.

"Someone's coming," she whispered.

I scrambled to sit up, "what, who the fu-"

There was a loud knock on my apartment door and I stared in the direction stupidly for a minute until the knocking happened again.

Who the hell is this girl? I thought as I crawled out of bed to answer the door. I opened it slowly and saw Billy standing there.

"Hey..?"

"Hey, neighbor, just checking on you. Haven't heard from you since the club, I tried texting you."

I gave him a thin smile, "I wasn't feeling good."

He pushed past me and I realized he was carrying take out bags, "yeah, that happens when you come down."

"What? How did you know?"

He scoffed as he set the bags on the kitchen counter, "please. I'm not stupid."

I shut my mouth with a scowl and watched him pull out containers of Panda Express and set them down on the counter.

"I also know you haven't left your apartment for the past three days and I'm sure you haven't eaten anything either," he explained as he pulled out the last containers.

I walked around him to pull chopsticks and forks out of a drawer and teased, "are you stalking me?"

Billy chuckled, "just looking out for you. It's either me or Steve and trust me, he's the worst to have around when you're hungover or coming down."

"Why?"

"He can be a little much at times, he's a nurse. Which is great if you accidentally cut your hand open cooking," he smiled, holding up his hand so I could see the scar running across it, "but shit if you just need sleep, food and water. Talks too much."

I giggled, "well...thanks."

"I just got mine and Steve's regular order," he explained then gave me a stern look, "somebody didn't answer their phone so you better like it."

I felt my cheeks heat up as he unboxed containers of orange chicken, broccoli and beef, chow mein, egg rolls and potstickers. My stomach growled loudly at the smell, making both of us laugh.

"See? I knew you hadn't eaten."

Both of us were leaned back on my couch watching Netflix after we had stuffed ourselves with food. Billy hummed a little as he looked at me.

"What? Something on my face?"

He smiled and shook his head, "no, just thinking."

I cocked an eyebrow at him, "you gunna share?"

"Just trying to figure you out."

I pulled my legs up and shifted so I was facing him, "what do you want to know."

"Everything. I don't know anything about you."

I smiled, "isn't the mystery fun?"

He laughed a little, "shut up. Where are you from?"

"Illinois. You?"

"Born in California, moved to Indiana when I was young. What do you do for work?"

"I was a tattoo artist before I moved, now I work at a bar. What about you?"

"Child psychologist."

"Wow, that's intense. And you live here? In this shithole apartment building?"

"Gotta pay off my loans somehow," he joked, "I don't mind it too much, meet some pretty interesting people."

"Why'd you want to do that? Isn't that kind of depressing?" I asked, stretching out my hand to touch his wrist lightly.

I heard yelling again, smelled the tang of alcohol soaked breath, felt my breath hitch with fear.

"I wanted to help people. It can get kinda depressing sometimes though. Why'd you want to be a tattoo artist?"

"I love art and I always wanted to be covered in tattoos so it was the right fit."

Billy nodded, "why'd you end up at a bar then?"

"I'm just not in the best place right now, needed to do something else until I get myself back together."

He hummed, "sounds like you could use a shrink."

I scoffed, "you do not want to know what's going on up here," I tapped the side of my head, "it would scare you off."

"You'd be surprised what it takes to scare me."

-- July

"Jesus christ, it's fucking warm," Billy complained as he stepped into my apartment.

We'd gotten closer in the past months, enough that he felt comfortable letting himself in without knocking first. I was sitting in front of the tiny window A/C unit, a blue plastic cup of homemade sweet tea beside me and dressed in a black bralette and shorts. We were in the middle of a heat wave that had everybody complaining. Elle was loving it, or so she said, I don't know if my hallucinations had any concept of temperature. She had been sitting beside me, feet kicked up into the window to soak up the sun when Billy came in.

"What a baby," she teased.

I smirked and looked up at him, "aren't you from California? You should be used to this."

"Yeah," he huffed, sitting next to me to let the A/C blow on his face, "but if it was this hot I was surfing. We also had better A/C and I was a kid."

"So you're getting whiny in your old age?"

He turned to glare at me and playfully bumped my shoulder, "fuck off. Steve and I are going out to cool off, you coming?"

I looked at him in his disheveled dress shirt and pants, he had undone most of the buttons of his shirt, revealing the sweat dripping down his pecs.

"You're going out like that?"

"I'm just gunna put shorts on, figured I'd stop here first in case you needed a couple minutes to get ready."

I grabbed my sweet tea and stood up, "I'm ready."

He led me back to his apartment so he could change, stripping off his dress shirt in the living room to reveal a blue rose on his back. Elle and the new girl I've been seeing, Ally I learned, started making comments beside me.

"Yeah, this heat wave can last forever," Ally joked, winking at me.

I rolled my eyes and sat down on the arm of his couch, taking a sip of my tea while I waited for him. Billy reappeared a couple minutes later wearing a pair of grey shorts and a blue tank top. I smirked when I saw the tattoo on his bicep, a traditional style skull with a cigarette.

"Nice ink."

He twisted his arm to look at it, "yeah, I was drunk when I got that one."

I snorted, "of course. What about the one on your back?"

"Got it for my mom."

"Here you are, hey Katrina," Steve started when he walked into Billy's apartment, "you should get your air conditioner checked, it was freezing in your apartment."

Billy and I looked at him, confused, "we were just in there, it was hot."

He shrugged, "well it's freezing now. It's kind of cold in here too actually."

"Maybe you're getting sick, Steve."

The twisted man loomed in the corner of Billy's apartment, his presence sucking the oxygen from the air. I was sticky from the summer heat and fear, it felt like I was melting.

Of course I'd get sleep paralysis now, in Billy's apartment, sandwiched between him and Steve on the floor. We'd decided to come back here after our night out and had all passed out in a heap of pillows and blankets in front of the TV.

In the corner, just out of my sight, was the twisted man, I knew it was him without having to see him. I tried to whimper, to scream, anything, even though I knew it was hopeless. After a moment I could hear a tiny whimper beside me. Steve's here, I can feel his arm under mine, can hear his panic echoing with mine in my head. I urged with every ounce of my being for the man to leave Steve alone so I wouldn't have to relive someone dying because of him. Except, he didn't seem to care about Steve, he just kept limping closer to me without sparing Steve a glance. He eventually shambled up to me, his twisted face inches from my own. A pointed finger dragged down my neck just as his mouth opened with a gurgling scream.

I woke up screaming, echoed by Steve and then Billy mere seconds later.

"What the fuck?" Billy yelled.

I scrambled to my feet, stammering, "I'm sorry..I need, I need to go."

Steve was panting like he'd just run a marathon, his eyes were wild with panic as he watched me leave. Billy tried to call me back, still confused, but I was already out the door.

I was fumbling with my keys, my hands shaking so bad I couldn't fit them into my door when Steve joined me in the hall. I dropped my keys on the floor when I heard the door close. Steve and I bent down at the same time to pick them up, our faces nearly touching.

"What the fuck was that?" He hissed.

"I..I don't..I don't know what you're talking about," I murmured.

Steve grabbed my keys and opened the door, watching me the entire time like I was dangerous. When the door was open he grabbed my arm and held me back from going into my apartment. I felt the echo of fear in his mind, heard the same screeching metal that always accompanied the twisted man. I tried to pull my arm from his grasp but he held tight.

"What the hell just happened?"

"Steve, I don't know what you mean."

"I saw you! In the nightmare and that monster...it touched you!" He let go of me then so he could push my hair back, exposing the bruise I knew I'd have on my neck, "it left a mark! I was there but I couldn't move, what was that?"

"Steve. Nothing happened. It was just a nightmare. Please," I gave him a last glance before hurrying into my apartment and locking the door behind me.

I didn't go back to sleep that night, just curled into myself on the couch and stared at the wall until the sun started to fill my apartment.

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cherryblossom-nightscape · 4 years

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New voices!!! And descriptions of the others also an update!

Note: I will update this as more voices come and or go, edit: or now simply repost it

First descriptions:

Ink is annoying and talks cryptic, you can ask questions all you want he will never give a straight answer, likes to interrupt my posts or texts because it's fun , everything is a game, scared of pure white spaces, draw stuff, likes using ink free , annoying and doesn't like being ignored: fave quote; it's rude to talk about someone who's watching... Wouldn't you agree?~

Update: ink apparently has a "black mode" that can manipulate the real world (the hell) and makes people go into wired hours of pain uhhh yeah don't ask me cause I don't know, he's addicted to cookies he also dunks them in his tea or hot coco, sometimes the child of the group sometimes the most respected, he's a mystery I swear to- , also has a playlist on YouTube for his music he listens to while drawing or helping me with my fanfiction, so much better at typing than me

Shattered likes putting people down while also being nice and sweet , sings a lot, is very secretive but isn't as annoying as ink with it , uses Bradley hand bold and with brackets, fave quote: ( we are all meant to suffer!! )

Update: doesn't talk much unless it's teasing nightmare or something similar, apparently has a "back-up" whatever that is .., his fave song is shatter me, ugh his smiles when he's co fronting huts my face

Dream is nice and sweet, likes peace and sounds very soft and angelic , likes hot chocolate, can get hut easily under pressure, uses Bradley hand with ' , likes to sing with nightmare, also argues with nightmare sometimes, can't handle sad scenes in movies, fave quote; 'please don't fight'

Update: if you piss him off he will turn into the sass queen who don't take no shit from no one, drinks chamomile tea, likes Steven universe, probs has some sort of problem that I will totally help him with, him and Apollo have an unspoken respect for each other, doesn't always sing when he does tho Steven universe songs usually

Nightmare is irritable but responsible, reminds me to eat and sleep, likes singing with dream, tells others if they are being st****, Id****, other words of that variety, uses book script in all caps, fave quote; CAN WE GET SOME SLEEP NOW?

Edit: he is a total sweetheart when it comes to romance, got a girlfriend (don't ask), hates everyone unless you prove to be "decent" and is a tired dad drinking his pitch black coffee out of his #1 dad mug that killer got him , now preferress to use the star mug that his girlfriend got him

Blue is excited and happy , his laugh is adorable, he hasn't talked much, likes to defend ink , didn't know his name until today , I don't know much bout him, uses asterisks all caps , fave quote; * WE WANT TO PROTECT YOU*

Update: still don't know much , absolutely adores the star sanses theme song and Steven universe sometimes play acting like Steven, exercise gets him excited, everything gets him excited, hates puns for some reason, innocent and open baby

Error is silent but quipps sometimes, for some reason likes teasing ink , he talks in random lowercase and uppercase letters everywhere, usually silent and antisocial except around mum for some reason, helps my anxiety via shutdowns, don't know much about him either, fave quote; aNNnoYiNg SoULleSssS aSsHHhoLLe !!!

Update: he talks more frequently and sometimes when co fronting talks through me in a stuttering voice (that I can't do I mean I try but just can't ugh ) likes toys, is slightly scared of ink, hates people getting his name wrong, hates being touched like at all, fave song: amalgams rag doll and megalo strike back from meltberry

The Killer three are well three people in one group all have violent tendencies and call nightmare boss their names are:

horror, nice and mature out of the three, talks slowly, sleeps a lot so don't talk much and he talks with ! , Also usually comes when I'm hungry or whenever

there's Killer he talks in {, also too cheery and sometimes a bit of a fool, creepy cute, flirty, last time he tried to flirt with me uhh he got stabbed, he's well wierd, got nightmare a #1 dad mug and night isn't allowed to throw it away

{Orr nightys gonna get the stabby stab =)}

Dust talks with [ , he also is the bored and smartest one out of the three, and kinda just retorts killer, moody and an antisocial teen TM

fave quote; ![{ We are the killer three }]!

And Two new voices have appeared they are named Apollo and Artemis

Apollo is nice if not a flirt , guardian angel, likes talking in italics and Bradley hand sometimes with + , like dream but with flirt and sass , fave quote; what's the matter love? Don't remember your guardian angel?

Update: loves me a bit too much, pretty protective, uhhh still don't know more than that

Artemis is quiet and doesn't like to talk much if he does its to scold Apollo or to say hi , likes talking in bookhand script sometimes with ^, nice and shy , fave quote; ^ I guess I'm Artemis since I'm Apollo's opposite^

Update: will throw the shy act when talking about memes, very enthusiastic about memes, new fave quote; ^DO IT FOR DA MEMES!!!^

Red is strict and doesn't like being lazy , talks in an authoritarian voice, demands answers, apparently can ground ink, he made me vacuum the house cause it was dirty, not used to giving complements so his best one is good , talks in italic style Comic sans all caps with / , fave quote ; / INK YOU'RE GROUNDED!! /

Update: doesn't mind puns nothing else really

Ok that's them..and no I didn't name them they name themselves

Absolutely! I do hope you enjoy learning this about us

They hopefully do ink ... Um

'see you I hope you have a sweet day!'

AND YOU BETTER STAY SAFE

...bye!!

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werewolfdays · 4 years

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snippet - Moving On

in which Jayde tries to move on after Nadya saves her life. Key word is “tries” -

There wasn’t much in the way of weapons in Nadya’s apartment. She had a couple of self defense keychains, but I would feel better if they were in her possession and not mine. So I settled for one of her kitchen knives to take with me until I meet up with Skye. I threw that into the old backpack Nadya let me have and went back into her bathroom to gather some basic first aid supplies.

I was beginning to wonder if I should worry that she wasn’t back yet when I heard the front door open. It didn’t even cross my mind to hold back a relieved sigh until it escaped from my lungs. The realization allowed me to stop myself from immediately rushing out of the room to check if she was okay.

“Jayde?” Nadya called.

“In here.” I tried to ignore the slight flutter in my gut when her footsteps came towards me.

“I got the burner you asked for,” Nadya said while she came into the room looking for me. She tossed the plastic packaging on the bed and rifled through the paper bag in her hand, “I also got you an extra pair of clothes.”

A pinch of guilt formed in my gut at Nadya spending more money and resources on me than I asked for, but I nodded in approval when she showed me the outfit she purchased. “Thank you.”

Nadya shrugged, fiddling with the handles on the bag after she placed the clothes on the bed, “I kinda guessed your style.”

“I don’t really have one, I don’t think.” I replied with a small laugh.

Having a style hasn’t been something I put too much thought into since I was a kid, but the fact that Nadya picked these clothes out for me already made me like them more than anything I’ve picked out for myself. It was simple, which I was grateful for. Grey t-shirt, jeans that had stylized rips in them, a black knit beanie, and an army green utility jacket with many pockets. I won’t stand out in this outfit and it was practical. It made me smile.

It was such a childish thing to take pleasure in that I shook my head at myself and reached for the burner phone. I ripped through the packaging with ease while Nadya took the liberty of removing the tags from the clothes and putting them in the pack. I glanced up as I was entering a number into the contacts and smirked at the care she took in folding them.

The phone flipped closed a little louder than I intended, making her startle slightly. I offered an apologetic wince and I held it out to Nadya, “Here.”

She frowned at it, “What?”

“This is for you.” I explained, “With everything that you’ve done for me, this is the best way I can repay you. If something happens when I leave, you call the number in there and destroy the phone. I promise I will come.” Such a long moment passed with Nadya staring at the phone in my hand in confusion that I urged it toward her, “It will protect you.”

I will protect you.

Nadya finally reached for it. Her fingers brushed against mine, making my skin tingle where she made contact. The tingle spread to the rest of my hand and up my arm. I had to hold back a shiver. “Thank you.” she said quietly.

“Only use it for an emergency.” I told her, backing away to stifle the feeling. Even though it panicked me, I missed the sensation as soon as it was gone.

“Of course.” she agreed, clutching the phone close to her chest.

I put on the jacket she got for me and grabbed the packed bag, throwing a strap over my shoulder, but my legs wouldn’t take me towards the front door just yet.

Nadya looked me up and down, finally realizing what I was intending, “You’re leaving now?”

A halfhearted shrug lifted one of my shoulders, “I should’ve left days ago.”

“You don’t want to wait until the morning?” Nadya tried hopefully, pocketing the burner phone. “It’s dark out.”

I almost told her that I wanted to. “I can’t.”

Nadya opened her mouth, then hesitated and shut it. Clearly wanting to argue my decision, but knowing better than to push it. A part of me wanted her to. I knew deep down that if she tried to convince me to stay, I would end up convincing myself.

“Okay.” she finally relented, letting out a sigh.

Not really trusting myself to say anything else, I turned and moved to leave the room. My eyes scanned her wall of pictures one last time and I paused to try and remember them. There was one in particular that always caught my eye when I studied her collection. It was a polaroid of a stream somewhere in the woods and the sunlight was shining down on it through the trees, illuminating the crystal clear water and the smooth stones that lay just beneath its glittering surface. The picture was vivid enough that I could almost hear the trickle of water and the buzzing sounds of nature.

“Never give this up.” I uttered, remembering the hobbies I loved before my life went to shit and couldn’t even think about now without feeling a deep pain in my chest. “Always keep it close to your heart and don’t ever let it go.”

“I won’t.” Nadya promised softly, coming up to stand beside me and admire her wall.

I pointed at the picture of the stream, “This one is my favorite.”

Nadya smiled at the photo for a moment, then reached to take it off the wall. “Here,” she held it out to me.

“Oh, no,” I shook my head, “I can’t take your picture.”

“I got hiking here all the time.” Nadya explained plainly with a shrug, “I can take another one.”

“Yeah, but they’re your pictures. Your art.”

Nadya gave me a wry grin and walked over to her desk. I frowned as she uncapped a pen and scribbled something down. Once she was finished, she came back over to me. My breathing stopped completely when she grabbed my wrist, lifting my hand up and setting the small polaroid in the palm of my hand.

“Now you have to take it.” she told me, releasing my wrist and allowing oxygen to enter my lungs freely again.

I looked down at the picture, flipping it over to read what she wrote on the back in silver ink.

Thanks for not being a terrorist.

-N

The note made me snort with laughter. I shook my head in amusement and carefully pocketed the gift in my new jacket. “You’re welcome.”

Knowing that the real goodbye was coming, Nadya’s grin only lasted a few short moments. Too short. “Be careful out there.”

“I’ll try.”

“I mean it.” She said seriously, “I don’t want to see you in my hospital again.”

The corner of my mouth twitched up briefly, “You won’t.”

Nadya took a deep breath, her shoulders lifting with the inhale and slumping with the exhale. She hovered slightly for a moment, like she was unsure of what else to say or do. After an awkward second, she settled on holding out a hand for me to shake.

I could see that she was already regretting the formal action, her warm brown eyes looking pained like she was silently reprimanding herself. Though I held back a chuckle, my crooked grin remained. I gratefully accepted her outstretched hand and allowed myself to briefly indulge in how comforting her touch was.

“Thank you, Nadya.” I told her, knowing that it was far less than what she really deserved. It was all I could offer her right now. It was likely that I’d never see her again, but I made a silent vow to myself that I would figure out a way to make it up to her someday.

“Anytime, Jayde.” She replied in a voice soft enough to soothe my conflicted mind.

Reluctantly, I released her hand, casting one last quick look at her wall of pictures, then to her. Nadya gave me one more sad smile to take with me. I wanted to remember it and I was sure it would be impossible to forget. Just like she was.

The walk towards her front door was harder than I expected it to be. I kept having to remind myself not to look back. It would only make it worse. Why it was so difficult in the first place was a mystery to me. None of this should be difficult. But I felt her eyes on my back and it tugged at my impulses, making it extremely hard not to steal one more glance in her direction. Somehow I managed not to, though I hovered at her door once it was shut behind me, hand holding the doorknob like I was trying to rationalize opening it back up.

My hearing picked up her footsteps coming towards the door. They stopped just before it, mirroring where I was standing on the outside. I wondered if she was going through the same internal battle that I was. Wishing that I would come back, or trying to convince herself to open the door too. One thing is for sure… I couldn’t let either of us give in to the urge.

I released the knob, forcing myself to walk away. It wasn’t until I got down to the street that I realized I couldn’t hold it back anymore. My eyes drifted up to her window on the second floor to find Nadya already looking out of it. Our eyes locked one last time and I couldn’t muster the strength to regret it. Not when she smiled at me so warmly. It gave me the courage and confidence to keep going. I stood up straighter and moved forward.

A couple hours passed before I found a payphone far enough away from Nadya’s apartment. I shoved the change needed to make a call in the slot and waited. Droning rings echoed in my ear while quiet splashes of a few droplets of rain pattered against the window of the phone booth to signal another coming shower.

“Jayde?” My sister’s voice picked up, sounding panicked.

“Yeah, it’s me.” I answered.

“Jesus Christ!” Skye exclaimed, “Where the hell have you been? We haven’t heard from you in like a week and a half!”

“I was lying low. Tried to take on some hunter assholes and it… didn’t really go my way. I got fucked up pretty bad, but I’m alright.”

Skye sighed in relief, “Well that’s good to hear. I was beginning to think you left again. Or got taken…”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” I told her curtly.

“Well, where are you? I’ll come pick you up.”

My head shook, “No, I just need you to bring me a few things.”

Skye sighed again, but this time it was in exasperation. “What do you need?”

“Weapons. Money. A car…” I replied, feeling a little stupid. “Basically all of my shit got confiscated.”

“What the fuck did you do?” Skye chuckled.

“Long story.” I said flatly.

“You want your shit, then start talkin’.” Skye’s voice became high and confident as she held my supplies ransom for details.

I growled, “Bring me my shit and I’ll tell you, how about that?”

“Fine, fine,” Skye relented in amusement. “Tell me where you are, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

I waited in the rain for as long as I could before the beckoning warmth of the diner across the street was too tempting to resist. My rationality was the beanie Nadya had given me. Surely that would offer a sufficient disguise. All I wanted was to not be soaked to the bone. And some damn coffee.

The dark clouded sky was turning gray with the oncoming sunrise when I finally spotted a familiar pickup truck pulling into the parking lot. There was something bulky in the bed that was covered in a tarp to shield whatever it was from the weather.

My younger sister, Skye, stepped out of the truck once it was parked. She was shorter than me, with mossy green eyes instead of dark blue ones like mine, but besides that, we looked fairly similar. Definitely unmistakable as siblings. But where we were similar in appearance, we differed in personality. Skye walked lightly, almost with a skip in her step, to mirror her bubbly attitude, and she almost always had a small, arrogant smirk on her face like she understood a joke that everybody else didn’t. Most of the time she did.

She wore that smirk now as she slid into the booth across from me. “So, spill.”

“I got my ass beat, alright?” I recalled in annoyance. “Wound up on lockdown in the local hospital and I escaped.”

“On your own…?” Skye clearly sensed that I was leaving out important information.

I sighed. I wasn’t exactly sure why I didn’t want her to know about Nadya. Maybe because I knew she would make fun of me for it. “No, I had help.”

A waitress came by to offer my sister some coffee, which she eagerly accepted. Once the waitress left, a moment of silence lingered between us until Skye held up her hands, “Well? Don’t leave me hanging.”

“There was a nurse.” I complied hesitantly, “I convinced her to help me and she took me in while I recovered.”

“There it is!” Skye said with a massive grin and I rolled my eyes, “Is that whose scent is all over you? She smells nice, was she pretty too?”

“None of your business.” my eyes fixed her with a warning glare. “Now, can I have my shit?”

“Geez, you’re no fun.” she complained.

“Skye, I have had a long couple of weeks.” I told her in a scolding tone. “All I want is enough supplies to be on my way.”

“And where is that this time?” my little sister retorted with a sudden seriousness, “Am I gonna get another call in a month asking for more ammo? Or bail you out of the slammer? Or how about a mental hospital? You haven’t got yourself fucked in one of those yet.”

I was in no mood to have this argument with Skye for the tenth time. Nothing I said could make her understand my need to keep moving, to keep fighting. It was the only thing that made me feel grounded anymore. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself without it.

“For your information,” I started, a snarl nearly escaping my throat, “I’m gonna linger around here for a little while longer.”

Her eyes went wide with shock, “Really. You? The Lodge isn’t good enough, but this place is?”

“It’s not like that, I have to.” I told her, my irritation growing.

“Why?” Skye prodded, “I would think you’d want to put as much distance between yourself and here as soon as you can.”

I took a deep breath, knowing that Skye wouldn’t let me deflect. She would also know if I was lying and become even more pushy for an explanation. “I have to make sure the nurse that helped me won’t be in any danger once I’m gone. She broke me out of the hospital and saved my life when everyone was calling me a terrorist. And she did it to save lives so it’s not gonna sit well with me if something happens to her.”

“She broke you out?” Skye marveled in bewilderment, clearly impressed.

“Yes.” I nodded, remembering how I could barely believe it myself. “And she let me stay at her place for the past week.”

“Damn, she’s ballsy.” Skye chuckled, “Or just really stupid.”

“That’s what I thought.” I agreed with a small smile. “Trust me, it’s the former.”

“How are you gonna know if she’s safe or not?”

“I gave her a burner phone to call me if she needs me. That’s why I have to stay in the area until this blows over, I don’t want to be too late to save her. Which reminds me, I need your phone.” I held out my hand.

She scowled at me suspiciously, “Why mine?”

“‘Cause yours is the number I put in hers.” I motioned for her to give it up. “You haven’t gotten any other calls besides me, right?”

“Why’d you give her my number?” Skye asked incredulously.

“Because mine’s gone, genius.”

“Then buy a new one, dumbass.”

I sighed in exasperation. “It was easier to give her your number, now cough it up.”

Skye groaned dramatically and fished her phone out of one of her pockets. “Here.”

I caught it when she suddenly tossed it at me and snickered at her disappointed look since she was aiming for my head. When I looked down and saw the Hello Kitty sticker she stuck on the back, I rolled my eyes. “Really?”

She shrugged, “I went to a couple hospitals looking for you and they don’t necessarily keep the kids stickers on lockdown.”

I made a noise of displeasure, “I would’ve preferred a Finding Nemo one.”

“Well, get your own damn burner and steal whatever sticker you want the next time you end up in a hospital.” Skye bit back.

“I owe you. Happy?”

“My favorite words to hear.” she replied with a bright smile and took a sip of coffee. “So what did you tell her?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, with everything the nurse did for you, she must’ve been curious about you. What did you come up with as a cover?”

This was another explanation I was dreading. Might as well get it over with. “I told her the truth.”

Another charged moment of silence fell over us as Skye completely froze with the mug to her lips and stared at me blankly. She then shook her head like she was coming out of a trance, “I’m sorry, you told her the truth about what?”

“About me. What I am.” I admitted with a cringe.

She continued to blink at me in confusion, slowly setting the mug down. “I know you mean you told her you’re bisexual and not that you’re a werewolf, right? Because admitting that you’d be down to clown with a hot nurse is way more believable. Telling a random human that you’re a werewolf is a new level of crazy that you wouldn’t even dream of. Right?”

“She deserved to know.” was all I could think to say as a defense.

“So it is the mental hospital for you next.”

“Skye-”

“You are the last person I expected to be that stupid, Jayde.”

I leaned up in my seat, poking the surface of the table to get my point across. “I did not make that choice lightly. Nadya put her entire life on the line for me without any thought for repayment. It was only natural that she had questions and she was too smart for my shitty excuses. She would’ve figured it out herself if I hadn’t told her.”

Skye didn’t look convinced. “And how do you know she won’t tell anyone?”

“She’s not like that.” I insisted.

“You’re willing to bet everything on that.” My sister stated more than asked.

I patted a couple of my jacket pockets before I remembered the one that the polaroid was in and pulled it out, dropping it on the table in front of Skye. She picked it up and studied it with disinterest like she didn’t understand the importance until she flipped it around and saw the note Nadya wrote on the back. After reading it, Skye glanced up at me curiously.

“She’s a photographer.” I explained, “When I told her I liked that picture, she gave it to me.”

Skye sat in silent contemplation for about a minute, staring at the photo in her hands. Eventually she nodded and I was relieved that she finally accepted what I was certain of. Her eyes met mine and brightened with that mischievous smirk again. “It’s not just the picture you like, is it?”

My eyebrows raised, “Excuse me?”

“Hot nurse saves your life, offers you a roof, gives you a gift before you go,” she held up the polaroid, flipping it between her fingers, “And you tell her the truth, give her a phone to call you, and stay in the city you almost got gunned down in to make sure she’s safe. Sounds like you have a crush.”

At first, I was offended by her assumption. Then my face flushed in embarrassment. My first thought was, Is it that obvious? Which threw me for a loop because I hadn’t even admitted it to myself yet. But just like always, my sister knew me too well.

“Even if you were right, it doesn’t matter.” I shrugged in an effort to seem nonchalant, “I’ll never see her again.”

Skye wagged an eyebrow at me. “Or maybe she’ll call you.”

I rolled my eyes at her, “I didn’t give her the phone to keep in touch. It’s for an emergency only and she knows that.”

“Maybe an ‘emergency’ will happen.” My whole body tensed as I sensed one of her bits coming. Skye continued, using a high-pitched voice, “‘Oh, Jayde, some trenchcoated goons have been looming around my house trying to sell me a new vacuum cleaner! Please, save me! You’re my only hope!’”

I scowled at her. “You think you’re so funny.”

“Come on!” Skye urged, “There’s gotta be some small part of you that’s hoping she’ll call.”

“No.” I said firmly, though she was partially right. A huge part of me was hoping that I would see Nadya again one day, just not under dire circumstances. But another part of me knew that was the only way I’d get to see her again.

“Fine.” Skye said, clearly not convinced and handed the photo back to me.

I took a few moments to stare at the photo fondly, flipping it over to look at the note on the back and running my fingers over the letters Nadya wrote. Then I carefully returned it to the pocket it was originally in. “You want some breakfast?” I asked Skye, ignoring the knowing grin on her face.

By the time we finished eating, the sun had risen and it’s rays broke through the splits in the clouds once the rain dissipated. I followed Skye to the truck and watched as she grabbed the tarp and pulled it off, revealing my motorcycle secured to the bed. A massive smile appeared on my face like I was reuniting with an old friend.

“Figured you’d want the bike.” Skye said while she walked over to the passenger door and pulled out a duffle bag. “I put some supplies in here for you. Clothes, money, first-aid, et cetera…”

“What about weapons?” I asked, taking the bag when she held it out to me.

“There’s a thirty-eight in there.” Her hands shot up to placate my surprised look, “Before you get pissed, it’s because you need to lay low. Pack light. Once you’re done babysitting your human, you can come for more firepower.”

While doing a quick rummage through the duffle bag, I was pleased to find a new switchblade as well. I pocketed that and subtly stuck the small revolver in the waistband of my pants. Then I helped Skye unload my motorcycle with another large grin that wasn’t easy to dampen. I left my bike at the Lodge the last time I was there in favor of a car that could hold more supplies, but maybe that’s where I went wrong. A bike was more versatile and Skye was right, I needed to pack light right now.

Once my bike was unloaded, I strapped my duffle bag to the back. I almost transferred the contents I had in the backpack Nadya gave me to the new duffle bag, that would be simpler and I would have less to lug around, but I couldn’t bring myself to give up her backpack. Instead, I pulled a map of the city out of the front pouch and slung it back over my shoulder. My plan was to keep to the outskirts of the county, moving every couple of days until I circled the entire border. Maybe after doing that a couple of times, I would be satisfied with Nadya’s safety and be able to move on.

Skye cleared her throat as I was marking my path for the first few days and I looked up to see her holding my helmet out to me. The only reason I had that thing was because Toby bought it for me. I scoffed and went back to tracing my pen along a route, “That’s funny.”

My younger sister sighed heavily, “Have you even tried wearing it?”

“I don’t need it.”

Skye let out an exaggerated groan, dropping her arm and gazing up at the clouds while dramatically stomping back to the truck to fling my helmet in the bed. She’s been doing crap like that since she was little and I was a fool to believe she’d ever grow out of it.

“Oh, give me a break.” I complained.

“Give me a break.” Skye replied, “I’m so over your brooding badass bullshit. No one’s too cool for a helmet when their head is cracked open like a watermelon on the asphalt.”

“That’s not gonna be my head. I’m too good of a driver.”

“Uh-huh,” She grumbled.

I could sense my sister’s agitation towards me. It was more than just sibling banter and I realized it wasn’t only about my helmet. Skye was becoming increasingly sick of my habits, and if the small disappointed frown on her face told me anything else… it was that she missed me. Guilt wracked my heart because I missed her too. I missed Toby. I missed our small pack and even the Lodge despite how trapped it made me feel. A part of me wanted to stop and go back with her, but I was more afraid of the quiet.

“Look,” I began, knowing that I had to repay Skye in some way. A promise would do. “When this all blows over, I’ll come back for a little while.”

Her eyes snapped in my direction in disbelief. “You will?”

I gave her a nod, “Yeah, maybe I could use a break.”

The way my little sister’s expression brightened made it worth it.

Skye wrapped me in a tight hug, “I think you could use one, Jayde.”

I hugged her back, letting myself enjoy familial contact for a few moments. Skye’s scent was very similar to our mother’s. She reminded me of her and I think our mom would be proud of Skye. Me on the other hand… well, I wasn’t so sure my parents would be happy with the way I turned out. Which was why it was so hard to be close to Skye. My little sister was a painful reminder of the disappointment I’ve become, how I not only failed my parents in a lot of ways, but also how I’ve failed her. And trying to make up for it just seemed to put me in more pain.

“I should get going.” I said, carefully disentangling myself.

“Yeah,” Skye nodded and backed away, “Try to stay out of trouble.”

“Same to you.” I slung the other strap of Nadya’s backpack over my shoulder and mounted the bike, “Say hi to Toby for me.”

She gave me a thumbs up, “Punch him on the shoulder, got it.”

I threw her a crooked grin, pleased that I didn’t need to translate. “See you guys soon.”

Skye leaned against the truck as I started the motorcycle. I took a minute to feel the rumbling engine of my bike, its growl oddly comforting and it felt like I was coming home in a way. I could still feel a part of its previous owner still lived within every treasured part that was placed like a perfectly fit puzzle piece by hand. It wasn’t just a well educated mind that kept this thing running, but a love and dedication that still held it together to this day. After revving the engine a couple times, I smiled up at Skye and gave her one last nod in thanks for returning the motorcycle to me. She smiled back and waved goodbye. At that, I put both feet on the pedals and took off towards my first destination.

#ocs #original characters #original writing #original story #My writing #my ocs #Jayde being like 'yeah ill only stay around here for like 2 weeks' *ends up staying for like two months*#also I really love writing Jayde and Skye #hop back onto the pre relationship train #what im gathering from my own writing is that time isn't linear #one day ill organize all this shit so its like an actual chronological book #but rn I just wanna have fun with it #Jayde #Nadya #Skye #Jayde pov

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