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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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summertime sadness .8.

deja vu

Sequel to kiss me in the d-a-r-k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 (masterlist under construction)

Warnings: non con

This is dark!(dad)Steve and dark(professor!)Bucky and dark!Loki and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: The reader tries to avoid disaster.

Note: Not much to say for this one. Just enjoy. Thank you!💋

<3 Let me know what you think in a reblog, reply, or like. I’m loving the feedback from y'all and the enthusiasm! Also as always, memes accepted.

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Friday night. You were on the train before six. Loki let you go fairly quickly. He had cum fairly quickly. The remnants were on your blouse, barely concealed by your cardigan. The shadows of the underground flickered through the windows and the noise of the crowd drowned out that in your head.

You walked the half-block to your building. An unexpected figure sat waiting on the step. It was too late to hide. Bucky stood, the pizza box balanced against his chest. He smiled weakly.

"Figured since you've been dodging me, I'd come to you," He said evenly. "And I brought some food to appease you."

"I'm not very hungry." You muttered as you dug around for your keys. "I'm tired."

"Must be. You're home late. Train doesn't take that long." He remarked. "If you don't want a slice, you can keep the leftovers for tomorrow. Or is it me you don't want?"

You sighed as you brushed past him and he followed you into the lobby.

"I just...have a lot on my plate." You said as you unlocked the door. "I don't think it's a good idea to keep this up while I'm..."

"Fucking your boss?" He ventured. "You think I couldn't guess?"

"Working." You insisted as you stopped in the door. "And what do you care?"

"I don't, really. I'm only curious. It's all so sudden. You know, it wouldn't bother me if--"

"Nothing bothers you," You snapped.

"So what do you think? You cut off your old ties and chase him into the sunset? You really think he's gonna help you once he's had his fun?"

You flinched. You lowered your eyes and turned away. He kicked his foot in the door before you could close it.

"No, but it will do neither of us any good to carry on like this." You retorted.

He frowned. He looked at the pizza box and picked at the edges with his nails. He nodded. "He knows."

"Yeah," You confirmed meekly. "He knows."

"And so he told you to ditch me? He blackmailing you?"

"I made that decision. To protect both of us."

"Protect us? This could fuck up your whole career."

"Yeah, and if our little affair got out, what do think then? You think they'd keep you on tenure?" You spat.

"I'd find something else. You don't have to play martyr." He argued.

"Sure, maybe you'd survive the fall but what about me? I don't think I'd be able to climb back up."

"Sure you could."

"I'm on scholarship. And if they didn't kick my ass out of the university, they'd surely pull my funding. And the internship? Loki could have me blacklisted all the way to England." You shook your head. "I don't get to fuck up. Not like you."

"And what about Steve?" He asked.

"What about him?” You sneered. “I think I'll stop while I'm ahead."

"You can't just cut him off like that." He said.

"I can take care of myself. About time I start." You hissed.

"A little help never hurt anyone." He said.

"Just... I can't right now." You uttered. "I can barely think. I don't sleep. I... please just leave me alone."

Bucky scowled. "You gonna tell him?"

"When I find the words," You said. "Please don't."

"Yeah, no, you take care of yourself," He shoved the pizza toward you. "And eat something. Just one slice."

"No, I can't."

"Just do me this last favour." He pushed it against you until you took it. "I don't even like feta."

"Thanks." You took the box entirely. "I'm sorry."

"Nah, I'm sorry." He shrugged. "It's as much my fault as yours but... hey, if the fall gets too high, let me know. I'll still be there to catch you if I can."

You gulped and nodded, unable to speak through your tightened throat. You sniffed and finally found your voice.

"Bye." You squeaked.

"See ya," He gave half a wave. "You got my number."

He turned and you watched him go. You backed up slowly until the door shut. The pizza was still warm but the smell turned your stomach. Or maybe it was yourself that made you so sick.

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Another week passed. Another agonizing week. The office that was once your naive fantasy had become an all too real nightmare. Loki hovered over you, even when he wasn’t there. He loomed menacingly on your shoulder. His voice in the back of your head.

And Steve. The messages never stopped. You woke to them and fell asleep reading them. Still, you couldn’t think of what to say. He’d give up eventually. You were just some girl he fucked. That’s it. So you left him on read and distracted yourself with your daily torment.

Loki was out of his office that day but it didn’t preclude you from his schedule. As you packed up, your phone vibrated. He was waiting for you outside. You knew exactly why. The same reason he kept you every day. He wanted to try a new toy. Wanted to play with his toy. You responded quickly and dropped your phone in your bag.

The elevator was too fast so you took the stairs. Your steps echoed around the flights and when you reached the bottom, you were out of breath. You stepped out into the lobby and lingered there. Loki’s streetcar was by the curb just outside the doors. His driver kept the window up when you were around.

You took a breath and your heels clicked across the polished floor. You pushed through the door as the rear window of the car slowly declined. Your name tripped you up as it came from your left. You turned to the familiar voice as its owner stepped away from the side of the building.

“Steve?” You gasped. “What are you--”

“Ah, so you remember me?” He asked as he crossed his arms.

“Steve…”

“I just want an answer. Anything?” He stepped closer. “Just tell me why?”

“I… can’t,” You sucked in your lip nervously. “I gotta go.”

“No, no, you can’t just run away,” He caught your arm before you could flee. “Bucky told me you iced him out too. And I can tell he’s not telling me everything either.”

“Look it’s… complicated.” You sputtered. “Can we-- can we meet later? I’ll tell you then but I really need to go.”

A car door opened and closed. You cringed as the figure in your peripheral neared and the arm snaked around your waist to draw you away from Steve.

“Problem?” Loki asked with a smirk.

Steve scowled and looked between you. “Not yours, buddy.”

“I’d say it was. You’re keeping my date…” His hand dropped and he squeezed your ass. You flinched and looked to the sidewalk. “And we have plans I am most eager for.”

“We’re talking,” Steve said. “Give us a minute.”

“You can keep talking,” Loki taunted as his hand trailed along your spine.

You felt Steve’s eyes on you but couldn’t bring yourself to look up. “Without you.” Steve warned.

“Whatever you have to say to her you can say to me,” Loki argued. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind. Seems she has a certain taste.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think she was into assholes,” Steve scoffed.

Loki chuckled. “Look, gramps, can we get this over with?”

“Oh, we can end this,” Steve stepped up to Loki. “You just gotta walk away.”

Loki rescinded his arm and met Steve in kind. “Doesn’t look like she wants to talk.”

“I didn’t ask you.”

“Well, let’s talk then.” Loki taunted. “You see, me and your midlife crisis have been having quite the time and we’re running behind.”

“Don’t,” Steve bristled.

“And I hear… rather I know,” Loki lowered his voice, “She loves it from behind.”

“Don’t talk about her like that.” Steve growled.

“You must know? Or maybe you’re the old missionary hero, yeah? How long does that little blue pill keep you going?”

“Stop.” Steve’s tone drew your eyes up at last.

“It’s all me. No enhancement.” Loki continued. “And oh, does she love it. You should hear her, begging for it as I--”

Loki stumbled back suddenly as Steve’s fist flew up. You exclaimed and backed away as Loki barely stayed on his feet. Steve reeled back again and you caught his arm before he could grab your boss by his scruff.

“Steve,” You pleaded. “Leave him alone.”

He looked at you then to Loki cradling his bloody nose. “You’re coming with me. Now.”

“No, I don’t think she is,” Loki said as he sniffed back the blood.

“Oh ho, well you can stop me from taking her,” Steve flexed his fingers.

“Steve!” You snapped. “Enough. Both of you.”

Loki narrowed his eyes as he pushed his knuckle to his nose to stem the bleeding. He nodded and glared at the other man. “Fine. Get him out of here before I’m inclined to return the favour.” He barked. “But I expect you at eight. Sharp.”

“Alright, okay,” You appeased as you clung to Steve’s arm; he was still tense and ready to pounce again. “Just go.”

He pinched his nose and grimaced. He turned and strutted over to his town car. He sent one last snarl your way as he opened the door. As his door snapped shut and the car drew away, you let out a shaky breath. You looked up at Steve and his eyes met yours.

“We need to talk,” He said.

“Yeah,” You sighed. “I think we do.”

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Your apartment was quiet. A thick silence that settled in your chest. You closed the freezer and grabbed a cloth from your drawer. You wrapped up the ice pack as you neared Steve and sat beside him on the end of the bed. You took his large hand and pressed the cool bundle to it. He hissed, his knuckles swollen and red.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” You said.

“I couldn’t help myself,” He let you cradle his hand. “I can’t believe you’re fucking that guy.”

“Yeah? Or you can’t believe I’m not fucking you?” You challenged.

He frowned and looked away. “Maybe both.” He admitted. “But why him?”

You let out a long breath. You looked to your feet and shifted on the bed. “Because… he could take everything from me.”

“He…” His brow creased. “He’s blackmailing you?”

“Just like you.” You shook your head. “Same tricks, only better.”

“I--” He began. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“You still got that video?” You asked.

He hung his head guiltily. He didn’t need to say so.

“It’s all gotten out of control and the only thing I can do is let the mess drown me,” You grumbled. “All I have to do is get through the summer.”

He drew his hand away and leaned away from you as he dug in his pocket with his uninjured hand. He pulled out his phone and unlocked it. He opened his gallery and scrolled through until he found the video. He handed it over.

“Delete it.” He said. “I shouldn’t have ever taken it. I shouldn’t have…”

You took the phone as his voice died. You watched yourself undressing by the hot tub. It felt so long ago. You hit the trash can icon and hovered your finger over ‘yes’. You sniffed and pressed down. The video disappeared.

“So, does that make everything right?” You scoffed.

“Not even close,” He said. “I don’t think anything will. I realise that now.”

“Yeah, no going back,” You muttered.

“I’m sorry. I know it probably means nothing, but I am.”

“Loki… isn’t your fault.”

“No, he isn’t but… I still hurt you. I used you and I knew what I was doing but I did it anyway.” He stretched his bruised fingers and hissed. “I wish I could punch myself.”

“I know what you mean,” You leaned against him.

“You can punch me.” He said.

“No, I meant me,” You shook your head and placed his phone beside him. “Thank you for apologizing.”

“Least I could do.”

He let you take his hand again and exhaled as you put the ice to it. You stared at his phone as you thought. You raised your head and looked him in the eye.

“Thank you!” You chimed.

“For what?” He blinked.

“I think I figured it out.” You breathed.

“Figured it out?” He wondered.

“First,” You grinned as the pieces fell together in your mind. “I gotta meet Loki at eight.”

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krispydefendorpolice · 4 years

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The Demon’s Bride (7)

So Here’s the next chapter of Demon’s Bride. I’m gonna try to finish my ficlet the Miraculous Awakens and add an update to Miraculous Future before doing another Demon’s Bride update.

I’m also trying a new method of taglist. I love that people enjoy my story and want to be tagged but the list got really long really fast. (I think by the time I had the third chapter/first ficlet out it was a full list). Unfortunately this meant a lot of the readers who had longer comments about things they enjoyed or questions in the story (things that keep me motivated to write!) wouldn’t get a tag. So I’m redoing the taglist. Some will keep changing because except for a select few that got me started in the cursed Daminette ship (god I love you people) everyone is gonna be kind of flexible. Meaning your name might get bumped in the next update.

I do try to tag these stories with (The Demon’s Bride) and (The Betrothed AU) let me know if there’s another tag I can add to make finding them easier. Believe me I know the struggle of trying to find out if a writer has updated.

One person suggested I cross post on AO3 and since I finally got an account let me know what you think. Not just would you read it but would this story be something you would download to save a copy? I do that with all my favorite works on that site and would consider it to be the biggest of compliments.

Okay, thank you all for enjoying this story. Thank you for being patient while I work out my own tag list system. Enjoy the next chapter

Beginning Previous Next Masterpost

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The next morning the class ate breakfast in the hotel breakfast lounge. It was large enough that they could break into their two groups but not so large that Marinette’s group could ‘accidentally’ get left behind.

Marinette rolled her eyes as she listened to Lila continuing her stories from the day before about meeting the youngest Wayne and how ‘It was love at first sight’.

“Damian is just such a sweetheart. It nearly broke my heart to have to put our relationship on hold when mama got her assignment in Paris. But I am happy she did as I got to meet all of you. And now I have a chance to see my Damian again.”

Lila smiled slyly as she leaned closer to her slaves, “In fact, we have plans to see each other tonight. He’s going to take me on a romantic dinner date. If you can keep it a secret from Ms Bustier I’d be ever so grateful. I don’t think she’d like it if I did something by myself but I’ll just never have a chance like this again.”

Marinette had a feeling she’d strain a muscle at some point before the end of the trip, either from rolling her eyes too hard or from fighting back the urge to roll her eyes. She’d have to somehow arrange for Lila to be supervised if she actually made it out of the hotel and more than likely that duty would fall on her as her usual alternatives were in Paris.

A glance at Juleka showed that the girl was already anticipating Marinette’s thoughts and would be taking on the supervising (stalking, call it what it is) duty for Marinette. Fortunately, continued training and practice during Akuma attacks had refreshed skills instilled by the league to readiness in both girls.

“No worries girl. We got your back, unlike some people,” Alya said with a pointed glance at Marinette. Alya had blamed Marinette when her relationship with Nino fell apart and once Marinette had stopped responding to her phone messages Alya had made it her personal mission to blame the worlds evils upon Marinette.

Marinette ignored them and kept typing on her phone.

“You guys are so trustworthy. I don’t know what I’d do without you guys,” Lila smiled at them.

“Class finish up your meals we need to meet the bus outside in five minutes for us to head to the mall,” Ms Bustier called.

“Hey Nino, I forgot a jacket up in my room. I’ll catch you at the bus,” Marinette said nonchalantly as they cleaned up their dishes.

“You’re planning something,” he stated. A raised brow dared her to deny it.

“Not at all. Just have Markov do a recording would you?”

“Sure, sure. But you’re reporting this, not me.”

“Done,” Marinette agreed as she headed back to the elevators. On the ride up she pulled out her phone and sent a quick text.

M: Meet me outside the hotel? I might need a ride.

D: Why? Are you safe?

M: I’m fine right now. But if things play out like they usually do I’m gonna need a ride

D: got it

Grabbing the bike jacket she’d left on her bed Marinette hurried outside the hotel. The bus’s engine was just starting to rev when she called out.

“Wait. I’m here,” she called and ran towards the bus.

It slowed for a moment before picking up speed and taking off. Marinette watched as it drove off and shook her head. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

“Bonjour Commandant,” she said cheerily before he did more than greet her.

He sighed, “What happened?”

“I might of made a stop in my hotel room this morning to get my jacket before meeting the rest of the class at the bus.”

“And you were left behind again?”

“I was left behind again,” she confirmed. “I was nearly at the bus and called out for them to wait. It started to slow but then took off again. There were open windows and Nino should have Max and Markov making another recording.”

“I’ll wait for the files. You know we’re going to have to report this when you return to Paris.”

“Absolutely. This is getting ridiculous and entirely too unprofessional of Ms. Boustier. If it were any other person getting left behind they could end up killed here in Gotham.”

“Do you need us to arrange transportation?”

“No thank you, I already did,” Marinette turned to look at the motorcycles that stopped next to her at the curb.

Damian lifted the visor on his helmet and looked at her. She smiled at him and finished her call.

She looked at the second bike and rider and back at Damian.

Damian held out a second helmet to her and explained. “My father and brother’s aren’t entirely comfortable with me being alone and unsupervised with someone from the League. Todd volunteered to chaperone today.”

Marinette took the helmet and sat on the back of his bike. “Had many run-ins with Leaguer’s?”

“Too many,” Damian admitted. As soon as Marinette wrapped her arms around his waist and told him the class’s destination he took off.

Marinette smiled as she sat behind him on the bike and let herself fall into old patterns of trusting him to get them where they needed to go. Within minutes they pulled up alongside the bus. Marinette grinned as she asked him to rev the engine and get the class’s attention.

When several faces turned to the window Marinette lifted her visor and waved at the class. Just as she was laughing at their shocked faces the lights changed and Damian took off again with her laughter trailing behind them.

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Jason followed behind Damian and watched as Demon Spawn pulled up next to the bus before the girl waved at the class whose attention they had gotten. When Damian took off again he had to watch as the two moved together as they wove through traffic. What surprised Jason more was Damian never turned to check the cars behind him. Instead he watched as the girl would do checks and then Damian would move. Damian trusted her to watch their backs.

They seemed to have a system down and had seemlessly fallen back into it. Like they had ridden together before? But they couldn’t have. Damian came to Bruce at 10 years old. The girl had to be about the same age so how...?

Jason let the thought go as they pulled up to Gotham Mall. Damian parked near the main entrance the class would have to go through after parking the bike and let Marinette off first. He and Jason followed suit before locking their bikes and the helmets up and waited for the class to catch up.

“So Pixie-pop, you know Demon Spawn from the League?”

Most people would say Jason didn’t know how to use tact but most people were also idiots. Sometimes when you did things blatantly and unexpectedly you would get more honest answers from others.

Marinette glanced at Damian and then turned to Jason when he nodded. “I’ve known Damian most of my life in the League.”

Jason looked at her. The answer was factual but there was undertone of meanings behind it that he was missing.

“He mentioned the League was divided into factions? Divisions?” He fumbled his question and waited to see how she would respond.

Marinette turned to Damian and spoke in a language he didn’t know. It wasn’t English, French, Japanese or Chinese which he’d learned from Bruce and Alfred before his death. Nor was it Arabic, Russian, or German, which Talia had forced him to learn after his resurrection. The closest he could compare it to was Chinese but it had a different cadence, intonations, sounds, everything really so it was completely not understandable to him.

When Damian responded in the same language Jason was less shocked. He just waited for the two of them to finish.

Marinette nodded before turning back to Jason, “The word you were looking for was designations and yes Damian and I both had one. Most trainees are given one by the end of the first year of training though it can be changed if a particular aptitude is discovered. Or if they lose enough standing with the League.”

Her eyes were a little darker, a little sadder at the mention of losing rank within the League.

“Ah,” Jason nodded and looked at Damian, “you didn’t mention you had a designation last night.”

“TT, I didn’t think to mention it last night. My designation was the Demon’s Right Hand. The heir of the Demon.”

“Makes sense since you were Ras grandson,” Jason admitted.

Marinette snorted, “the old Demon had at least five grandchildren, though no one’s sure if his son had any children so there could be more out there. And Damian was the third born. Nothing the Demon ever did made sense.”

Jason was startled. No one knew that Damian had other siblings, blood-siblings, since he’d made it sound like his trainee group were like his only brothers and sisters.

“Grandfather insisted that only the best could succeed him. Even from my early trainee days my brother’s knew I could take their inheritance from them if I was better than they were. Our rivalry,” and boy was that a loaded idea, “was actively encouraged and the only way it could end was with the deaths of our competition.” Damian grimaced at that.

“Hey, Ali wasn’t so bad. He loved his big brother.” Marinette bumped Damian’s shoulder, trying to distract him.

“Ali loved his big sister,” Damian tapped a finger on Marinette’s nose, “who got her mother to take in the kid when he began his training and gave him family. Just like his big brother.”

Marinette smiled fondly. “He’s a good kid. Did you know Talia has him doing some PR as they’re ‘rebranding’ the League? I think the American, Luthor, has done that a few times.”

Damian quirked a brow.

“He’s shown up in Paris a time or two. Mostly as PR attempts to promote ‘acts of charity’ or such. My class actually ran into him a few years ago. He made a friend with one of the girls in my class. We pass messages through her when we can,” Marinette nodded to herself, “but it’s been harder to do with the tension between my classmates.”

Before Jason could ask anymore questions the bus with her classmates in it pulled into the Mall parking lot. Strangely another car seemed to be following behind it.

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mercuryonparklane · 3 years

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I just found this one-shot I wrote based on ‘betty’ that has been sitting in my notes since September. I thought I’d share, if anyone is interested in that. The characters belong to Taylor and her co-writers, of course. I just borrowed them for this fic.

‘Please, come over’

Jamie Mann stares at the text for far too long, watching those three little dots appear and, then, disappear once again. Betty hates sending more than one text in a row. Even more than that, she can't stand it when a message goes unanswered.

Still, Jamie can't quite think of what to say. Her mind flashes back to prom two weeks earlier and the boy who swayed Betty around the dance floor while she laughed at his stupid jokes. Betty told her that she isn't interested in boys, but damnit if she isn't very good at hiding that fact.

Jamie throws her phone down next to her on the bed and pulls the hood of her sweatshirt over her head. She fiddles with the strings of the sweatshirt until she hears the ding of a new message.

'I'm in front of your house. Get your ass out here and hop in.'

Jamie fights the smile on her face, but she can't help feeling a little less hurt in the moment. August was the kind of friend who could convince you to do things you would never even think to do. Like the time they hopped the fence at school on a Friday night to smoke in the softball dugout. Or the time August managed to sneak them into some gay club in the city. Or the time they almost ditched the cop trying to pull her over for running a red light. Okay, so maybe they weren't actually going to try to escape and maybe August's uncle happened to be the cop in question. But still...

Jamie grabs her backpack and puts it on as she heads down stairs.

"Where do you think you're going, young lady?"

"Mom, I literally just graduated high school last night and I turn 18 next month. I'm basically an adult."

Her mom pulls her into a hug. Jamie lets it happen for a few seconds before escaping her grasp. Mrs. Mann runs her fingers through her daughter's hair trying to fix it best she can.

"Hmm... that will have to do. Now, truthfully, where are you going? Yeah, yeah, I know you're all grown up now, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop worrying about you."

Jamie rolls her eyes, but smiles nonetheless. "I'm staying over at August's. She's outside waiting for me, so can I go now?"

"Of course, dear. Have fun."

"Sure thing. Night, mom."

Jamie heads out the door and jogs to the midnight blue '67 Mustang idling in front of the driveway. She throws her backpack in the backseat before taking her spot in the passenger seat.

"So, what's the plan?"

"I was thinking we could go to that party Betty Davis is throwing."

A lump forms in Jamie's throat as she tries to come up with some excuse as to why they shouldn't go. August knows that Jamie is a lesbian, but she doesn't know anything about Betty. It was not something Betty wanted anyone to know about.

As far as anyone at school knew, Betty and Jamie were acquaintances at best. Betty was head cheerleader and Jamie was basically a skater burnout. Betty was class president and Jamie wasn't even on most of her teacher's radars. Betty was going to Yale next year. Jamie was going to a state school. Betty came from money. Jamie's mom worked two jobs to send her to private school. They weren’t exactly the likeliest of friends and no one would ever guess they were more than that.

"Come on, please? Don't you want to know what the popular kids get up to on the weekends?"

"Nah, it sounds pretty lame. I'd rather hang out just the two of us before you take your little road trip around the county, which I still can't believe your parents agreed to."

"You should come with me."

"What?"

"We would have so much fun. Besides I'm a little scared about driving around by myself."

Jamie scoffs, "You? Why, August Adams you are the bravest person I have ever known. What could possibly scare you?"

"I don't know... a car accident, rapists, serial killers, muggers, creatures..."

"Okay, I get it. I just mean... you've been planning this trip for two years. Wasn't it supposed to be some great big adventure of self-discovery?"

August shrugs. "I already know who I am. I'm a bisexual goddess, who is going to be the CEO of a major corporation someday, and no one can stop me. But also I'm just a girl sitting in front a girl, asking her to join me on the trip of a lifetime."

Jamie's heart skips a beat. She loves Betty so deeply, but being with her was torture. It would have been four more years of hiding. 'Just until we graduate college,’ Betty's words echo in her head. Four years is a long time and Jamie is sick of hiding. August came out Sophomore year and didn't care about what anyone thought of her.

"You know what, that sounds amazing."

August squeals and leans across the center console to wrap her arms around Jamie. "We're going to have so much fun, James!"

They never went to Betty’s party. Instead they drove to 7-Eleven, bought snacks and slurpees, and spent the rest of the night at the one skate park in town.

It took a bit of convincing before her mom felt comfortable letting her go on the five week trip. The fact that August had family sprinkled along their route, with whom they would be staying most of the time, helped to reassure her. August created an itinerary for Jamie's mom, so she would have an idea of where they would be and with whom.

A week into the trip, Jamie gets an unexpected text.

'I heard you left town with August Adams. Thanks for the heads up. Hope you have fun.'

The three dots show up and disappear, then reappear once again.

And finally, after almost a minute, 'I hear she's a great lay.'

Jamie doesn't even reply. Her blood boils just a bit. They'd never officially broken things off, but seeing Betty kiss that boy on the dance floor was the last straw. Jamie didn't want to hide anymore. She wanted a girlfriend who's hand she could hold while walking down the street.

So, she got one. Sort of. The text kind of sent her into overdrive and she may have decided to see if all the rumors about August were true. They were. She definitely knew what she was doing and it was nice, but it wasn't the same as it had been with Betty. It was lust. There was no romance in it. At least not on Jamie's part.

Unfortunately, she had no idea the other girl had wanted this since they were Freshmen. It killed Jamie to tell her the truth. August was beautiful and fun and clever, but Jamie's heart belonged to someone else. She confessed everything about her relationship with Betty and how she wished she had gone to that party the night after graduation.

August won't tell anyone. She might be hurt, but she wasn't heartless. She'd never out someone nor would she ever try to get back at Jamie. They did decide to give each other some space. In fact, they only met up once more that summer. It was the day before August was set to leave for school. They hugged awkwardly and promised to keep in touch and to hang out over Thanksgiving break. They didn't keep those promises.

Betty doesn't message her again. Jamie rides past the girl's house on her skateboard almost every day for a month before she finally gets the nerve to text her.

'Hey, I'm near your house. Can we talk?'

She sits on the curb across the street from Betty's house for an embarrassingly long amount of time before she finally gives up. She stops riding by her house.

It's not until her mom drags her to the mall insisting she needs a new wardrobe for college that she finally sees Betty again. She catches sights of the girl from the store across the way and she tells her mom she'll be right back. She's about to step into the store, but someone grabs her by the wrist and drags her towards an empty service hallway. Jamie's heart stutters until she realizes who exactly has a hold on her.

"What the hell, Inez?"

Inez roughly releases her grasps once they are out of the earshot of passersby.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Me?! What do you think you're doing."

Inez rolls her eyes. "Stay away from her, you freak!"

"What gives you the right to tell me what to do?"

"I don't know. Maybe the fact that Betty told me all about how you're desperately in love with her and tried to put the moves on her and that's why she had to switch homerooms. Which I said was weird because as far as I knew you were off playing Thelma and Louise with August Adams. So just, like, leave her alone. She's not... like you."

Jamie bites her tongue. There is so much she wants to say, but it would only make things worse. "Whatever. Maybe you should tell your friend not to flatter herself."

Occasionally, over the next few years, Jamie checks Betty's social media accounts, looking for any hint that one of the girls in her pictures were more than just a friend. Jamie thinks about the night after high school graduation often. She fantasizes about what would have happened if she had gone to Betty's party. Would the girl have finally kissed her in front of their classmates? Was she already drunk when she sent that message? Had she finally been ready to say 'fuck it all' and let everyone know she wasn't who they thought she was?

Jamie will probably never know. But she spends her college years chasing the feeling she had when she was with Betty. There were a couple of women who she thought she had been in love with. Maybe she had been, but there was always this one piece of her heart that hung on to past love.

She dates quite a bit the first couple of years after college, until she eventually gets into a committed relationship. It's great for a while. It lasts four and a half years. She's devastated when it ends. But also, a part of her is relieved. It doesn't really make sense until that next Thanksgiving weekend when her high school class is having its ten year reunion.

She contemplates not going, but she's already R.S.V.P.'d and she's already going to be in town to celebrate Thanksgiving with her family. So, she musters up the courage to go.

The first person she recognizes is August Adams. The other woman greets her with a tight hug.

"James! How are you? God, it's been too long."

"It has."

It really has. Jamie missed her friend. She screwed it all up so much back when they were kids. But the woman still had this brightness that radiated from her and Jamie let herself bask in it.

"Oh, you have to meet my wife," August wraps her arm around the waist of a gorgeous brunette, "This is Autumn. I know, I know. Don't even start."

Jamie chuckles, but keeps quiet. After catching up and seeing way too many pictures of August's kid (she was a proud mom and it was kind of cute, to be honest), Jamie was left alone when the other woman found another old friend to talk to. She didn't mind. It gave her a chance to finally get to the bar and get a drink.

Jamie orders a whiskey on the rocks.

"I'll take one of those too, please," a voice speaks from beside her.

Jamie turns her head and takes in the sight before her. Betty hasn't changed much. If anything, she's even more attractive than she was all those years ago.

"Hi."

"Uhh..." Jamie clears her throat, "Hey."

Betty bites her lower lip, a smirk forming on her face anyway. "You look..." Her eyes scan Jamie's body and Jamie shifts a bit under her gaze, "good."

"That's all." Jamie elbows her playfully. The bartender sets their drinks in front of them. Jamie lifts the glass to her mouth.

"Let me try that again. You look incredible in that suit, but all I can think about is what you'd look like out of it."

Jamie chokes on her drink, pounding her chest with her fist as she coughs. Betty quirks her eyebrows and smirks smugly, while Jamie tries to gain some sense of control over her own body again.

"Umm... wow, that... I wouldn't mind..."

"Are you here with anyone?"

"No. I'm actually single at the moment. You?"

Betty doesn't even bother to answer. Instead she kisses Jamie. It takes a moment for Jamie to register what is happening, but eventually she gets a hold of herself and reciprocates the kiss, matching the passion of the woman in front of her.

There are a couple of 'whoops' from former classmates and a 'Get it, Davis' before Betty pulls away.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

How could Jamie say no to that? After that kiss? After ten years of dreaming about this moment? She couldn't.

"Definitely."

'Out of here' isn't very far. It's actually a room at the hotel where the reunion was being hosted, but really it was better than Jamie could have ever dreamed.

As they lay together in the afterglow, Betty runs her fingers through Jamie's curly, golden locks. Jamie rests her head on Betty's chest, her fingers tracing random patterns across Betty's toned abs.

"You're still as fit as you were back then."

Betty buries her face in Jamie's hair. Jamie feels the laughter rumble through the other woman's chest at the comment. "Really? Those are your first words after everything?"

"I can't help it, when you look like this."

"You're not so bad yourself."

Jamie looks up at Betty incredulously, "I'm sexy as hell."

"Hmm... I mean, you're attractive, sure. 'Sexy as hell', may be a touch too far."

"Oh, yeah?" Jamie smiles up at her as she moves her hand down Betty's abdomen. "Let me show you a touch too far."

Being with Betty makes Jamie feel like she's 17 again. All the years away from the girl did nothing to quell her desire to be as close to her as humanly possible. Somehow it was like a part of Jamie's heart had finally found its place again. It was a part that she thought had long been lost and she had resigned herself to the fact that the puzzle would sit there in her chest missing that one piece forever.

Maybe she didn't know much back when they were kids, but she knew one thing that would always ring true: Betty Davis is, has always been, and will always be her person.

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15. Little Boy

Stillness.

Quiet.

That was what surrounded Erik when he finally came to and opened his eyes. He could feel his head pound and pulse. He felt the full ache of the stabs in his leg and back. It made him feel alive, like he was truly living life. He inhaled embracing every ache, every shot of pain. It felt good to hurt, therapeutic even. He released the breath with a smile.

If he were honest, he couldn't say he didn't expect this exact scenario to play out- Well, he didn't expect to get hit with a frying pan. But from the moment she asked to pee, he knew that freeing her would give her the chance and the option to rebel. He also knew that she'd find a way, if at all possible, to escape him if given the chance and he was very willing to provide the opportunity. In fact, part of him hoped she'd defy him if only to make life more interesting.

Ivy was definitely gone by now, he determined. According to his rolex it had already been an hour. She'd definitely fled far away. How long would it be before the rescue calvary of incompetent and overfed cops showed up to his door, he wondered sitting up and climbing to his feet. Could be any minute.

He rolled his neck, pressing pressure point in his hand which had proven effective for migraines. He then targeted his temples and rubbed the top of his head on the way to his home bar where he poured himself straight vodka to toss back.

"Ah," he gasped. If he was going to prison, he'd prefer to be drunk. "Ivy, Ivy, Ivy," he muttered into his short glass, swirling the liquid absentmindedly. He listened for the sound of an ambush.. An announcement that he needed to come out with his hands up.. A wailing siren.

His his glass in hand, he smirked. "Ivy, Ivy... Ivy."

Smiling, he sighed and went into his surveillance room for his Bereta Px4 Storm. If he was going to prison, he'd prefer to enjoy the ride thoroughly.. and it wouldn't stop here. No, the only thing Ivy had accomplished was taking his interest in her from a flickering flame to a wildfire. Looking at the monitor, he could see Mrs. Stevens and the nosey ass cop bickering.

He patted his body but his keys were gone. "Ivy, Ivy, Ivy," he repeated with a grin, finding his spare.

"You did this," he laughed on his trip to the holding room. He unlocked the door and pointed the gun at the officer's head. "Knock knock."

She raised her hands. "Okay," she said defensively trying to calm him. "You don't need to do this, Erik. We aren't a threat to you locked up like this.. What are we gonna d-"

POP

Mrs. Stevens' sat up in her seat, face frozen as the lady cop's banana pudding laid split. Erik pointed the gun at her next. She frowned and adjusted her body in her seat, still filled with dignity. He loved it. She didn't beg or plead.

"Give me that glass, boy," she gestured to his vodka and he stared at her, enjoying her boldness. He gave it up, giving her the remainder of the alcohol in his glass watching her down it. "Pass me an apple," she gestured to the spread he'd left for her. He could see she'd eaten some. He passed her the apple and watched as she graciously and hurriedly bit it, chewing as if today were any other day.

"You got some interesting genetics. Was your mother as.. interesting as you and your daughter?" His head tilted trying to observe all he could. He waited as she ate the apple, genuinely curious. Finally, she spoke.

"Little boy?... I've been around long enough to know the difference between a sickness and a demon. And you, you're the worst kind of demon. I see em.. all over you." She looked him over in disgust.

"That's too bad, mommy dearest," Erik pouted. "I'd have hoped you'd like to get to know your grandchildren and be part of the family.. you know, after I go raw and fuck the dog shit out your pretty ass daughter."

"You will never be a part of my family, Erik. I don't give a damn if you did come from me. You're a demon," she sneered.

"So you did know." Erik smirked licking his lips.

"Of course," she scoffed dismissively looking him up and down with disappointment. "Took me a while, but it's you. And I should've aborted you when I had the chance. You're sick," she sneered again.

"Oh I'm sick? I'M SICK? Whose fault is that ma? WHOSE FUCKIN FAULT IS THAT FUCKIN WHORE? STUPID MOTHAFUCKIN ASS SLUT BITCH? POP. "FUCK Y-" POP. "BITCH." POP. POP POP POP POP POP POP.

Erik panted, seeing red in his mind as he stared down at her lifeless body, his nose flaring in anger.

"Damnit. You made me do this," he gritted through his perfect teeth panting until he could swallow and calm himself.

"..Shit..."

He walked up closer to her, slumped back in her seat. He eyes were still open. Piercing green eyes. He'd dreamed of those eyes for years. It wasn't a coincidence she and Ivy had ended up in his neck of the woods, he'd been keeping tabs on them for years planting seeds and creating ripples of issues to heard them from afar. They were but sheep to him, but he was haunted... tormented by those green eyes. He shut them, kissing the older woman gently on the lips and pulling away. It was the only affection he'd ever get from his mother now that she was dead.

Abandoning the apartment in anticipation of a police swarm, he packed up a portion of his materials and headed out jumping into his car and riding out to cruise the streets looking for any signs of the runaway Ivy.

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Ivy stood in a gas station looking around hungrily, but she had no money. She asked the guy behind the counter to call 911 for her, showing him her leg as if he couldn't see the blood and her ripped capris. He immediately dialed and Ivy stood in pain having walked as far as she could.

Her stomach growled, but the guy didn't seem the type to throw her a line and let her grab a bag of chips. She thought of stealing it, but she needed the focus to be on her ordeal. She didn't need complications.

Looking around, she was too afraid to wait outside even if it meant being able to sit on the curb. She made eye contact, a hard task, with the guy behind the counter and sat slowly and gently on the floor. He was obviously not pleased but he didn't say anything about it.

Ivy sighed and held her stomach before feeling tears fall down her face from the stress in her chest. Why her? Why did all of this need to happen to her? She felt horrible for leaving her mom behind, but she had to get help. She was too scared to stay there a second longer. Soon the cops would be able to rescue her mom though. Hopefully they took the Dr.'s body and did something with it. Burn it, something.

Customers came in at slow and spread out rates and some ignored her while some looked horrified and confused, turning away. Either way, Ivy was severely uncomfortable and self-conscious.

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Araya sat next to her sister watching her lose color. The nurses looked as though they pitied her, sitting up waiting for a savior that may never come. She wouldn't give up on Dr. Stevens however. He wasn't there yet but he'd show.

"Hold on, Draya, please," she whispered touching her sister's cold hand. "Hey.. remember that time we ran and made it all the way to Vegas but we didn't know he was tracking our phones?" She smiled. "Remember he came to get us? I couldn't sit for a week. Then he gave us these," she smiled trailing a light finger down Draya's scarred side. "He was obsessed with us. I couldn't go anywhere without him grabbing my ass.."

"We don't have any ass," Araya spoke in Draya's voice wishing it was really her. Her face fell, tears threatening to take over again. She couldn't fool herself. "Draya. Draya, please.. just.. hold on. For me.."

#original #psycho!erik #erik killmonger x oc #dentist

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the-writing-dump-bin · 5 years

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Hello!! I absolutely LOVE your writing ❤️Could I request a nsfw fic with pt3 Jotaro/fem!reader? Jotaro has been sexually frustrated & hasn’t been able to deal with it because of the trip, so he’s extra grumpy around everyone. Reader shares a hotel room with him for the night, & when they finally get to their room, Jotaro locks the door behind them, sits on the bed, gives reader his trademark glare and says, “get over here.” Reader wastes no time and things get dirty quick 0//0 Thanks so much❤️❤️

Hello friend! I hope you don't mind, I altered your request a little. Reason is that pt3 Jotaro is 17 and I don't do NSFW for characters under 18. So what ive done, is age him up to 20 and he's on a college class trip. (Dont worry, he's still wearing his black outfit) I hope thats okay and thanks for the request!

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Jotaro couldn't concentrate on his tasks in front of him. He had been away from you for a few weeks now with his class on a college trip to do hands on studying with marine life.

He thought about you a lot almost every night. Your eyes, your smile. The way you laughed, the way you moved. The feeling of your kisses on his lips, the feeling of your touches on his skin. His mind kept going, envisioning you against him as you two would lay in his bed, making out until things escalated.

A frustrated growl rumbled in his throat. This was hard for him; being away from you for so long. Even though he wouldn't admit it, he needed you.

"Hey, Jotaro," A fellow student started. "Could please pass-"

"Get it your damn self!"

His classmate stood there, confused and frightened by Jotaro's sudden snap at him. "D-Dude..."

Jotaro then realized what he had done. He didn't mean to be so short with his classmate, he was just grumpy from the lack of physical release he was longing for. Sighing, he apologized, handed over the object his classmate wanted, and went back to work.

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After the class was over, all students went to their rooms at the hotel they stayed at. Each individual was assigned someone to share a room with; Jotaro was paired up with the same student he snapped at earlier. "You okay, man?" Not one for sharing his feelings, especially when they were about you, Jotaro just grunted "I'm fine" and left the room, going outside for a cigarette.

The night was cool and dimly lit from the street lamps that lined the streets as Jotaro leaned against the building, the brim of his black hat covering his eyes. He had one hand stuffed in his pocket while he used the other to hold the cigarette in the other. He was so done with this trip, even though there was still another week before he would be going home.

"Hey there, stranger." A familiar voice cooed.

"Huh?" Jotaro whipped his head around to the sound and saw you standing a few feet to his left, hands on your hips and pointing to the dart in his hand.

"I thought you said you weren't going to smoke anymore."

Jotaro flicked the cigarette to the curb and rushed to you, holding your body close to him. "What are you doing here?"

Smiling, you grabbed the chains that hung off his jacket- still wearing the same old school uniform he wore years ago. "I missed you, so I bought a ticket and came here to see you." You leaned in closer against his chest. "I couldn't stand another night without you."

Jotaro wasn't too pleased that you had used your own money to buy a plane ticket just to come here, but he was happy you were here now. He'll pay you back for the ticket. "Let's get a room." With what he wanted to do with you, there was no way he was going back to the shared room with his classmate.

Once the room was bought, the two of you made your way upstairs. The room was on a sprate level than his class so they wouldn't see you two. Jotaro held the door open for you to enter and you put your suitcase by the window, looking out at the view of the city.

Locking the door when he entered, Jotaro sat on the bed and stared at you, giving you his trademark glare. "Hey," he growled, making you turn around. With a devilish grin, he beckoned you over. "Get over here."

It didn't take much for you to pounce on him; straddling him as he sat up, tearing away at your clothes. Kisses were sloppy, breath laboured and hands touching everywhere.

Completely naked, Jotaro flipped you onto your back and stood up briefly to remove his pants before returning to you, pressing his hips against yours, grinding a little bit as he kissed you forcefully. You could feel the hunger and need in his actions with every touch he gave you.

The kisses trailed from your mouth, down your neck and to your chest, where he focused roughly on your breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth and rubbing the other between his fingers. The sounds you made spurred him, making him bite at your flesh and leaving marks all over you.

Returning to your face, he captured your lips again. His dominate hand moved down your body, fingers ghosting across your skin and stopping just above your aching core. He lingered there for a moment, building up the anticipation for the feel of his fingers on your sensitive flesh. You arched your hips up, a sign you wanted him to touch you; eyes pleading silently.

Without warning, he rubbed your clit vigorously, sending sparks throughout your body. Squeaky moans and pants left your mouth, its what Jotaro wanted to hear. "I missed you so much, woman..." He hissed, slipping two fingers inside you, continuing his relentless rhythm.

Your first orgasm exploded as you came over Jotaro's thick fingers, walls clamping around them. "O-Ohhhhh, J-Jotatoooo..." You whined in ecstasy, rolling your hips against his hand. You can feel him move his digits inside you, massaging your walls while you rode out your orgasm. When finished, he pulled them out slowly, making sure you got every bit of pleasure. He stared at you while you came down from your high.

Now it was your turn. You made a move to let Jotaro know that you wanted to take control for a while- and he let you after he saw the look in your eyes.

Laying there, he never took his eyes off you as you slid down his body, sucking purple bruises in different places as you made your way down to between his legs. His cock was extremely erect; evident that he missed you during his studies. Carding his fingers through your hair and pushing your head slightly towards his member, he cooed dirty words, telling you what he wanted you to do to him. "I want to feel your mouth on my dick. Use that tongue you know how to use so well."

You complied, licking from his base to his tip slowly so he could feel your wet tongue glide over veins and swirl around his head. Your lips wrapped around the sensitive tip, lightly sucking before eventually shoving more of him in your mouth.

"Nnnnggghhhh..." He moaned. "God damn it, you are so good at this."

With a grin, you looked up at the pleasure across his face and continued to work him; sucking and using your hand to rub the rest of him.

Suddenly, Jotaro grabbed your hair and pulled your mouth off him. He looked angry, but you could tell with this scowl, that he wanted something else. "Get on my dick, Y/N. Fuck me."

"Yes, sir..." You climbed up and rubbed yourself a couple times before lowering your wet sex on his hard cock, moaning into each inch you took in. Once he was fully in, you took a couple seconds to adjust to his length and thickness before moving your hips.

Starting with a couple rolls, you shifted to bouncing on his cock. Your breasts bounced in front of his face, hypnotizing him as he watched them moved. You grabbed at them, rubbing your own nipples as you rode him.

While you did that, Jotaro brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing to stimulate you even more. "I'm so close..." He said in a breathy tone. "K-Keep going..."

"Ngh...nghh...haaaaaahh." You were close to your second orgasm. The feeling of Jotaro's dick inside you, his thumb rubbing circles over you clit, your own work on your nipples- god, this was everything you wanted the last few weeks. "Cum inside me, JoJo. I want it all...ahhh..."

His hips bucked up into you with speed as you both came together. Heads flown back into oblivion with ecstasy; riding each other out. Bodies seizing as you saw stars in your eyes.

Coming back down, you fell forward atop Jotaro's chest with him still inside you. Neither of you wanted to move. You could hear his rapid heart beat from inside, your ear presses against his sweaty skin.

"I needed this..." He said hoarsly, lifting your chin for you to look at him. "I needed you."

Kissing what you could reach without pulling him out of you, you smiled. "I needed you, too. I love you so much, Jotaro."

"I love you, too."

#request #anonymous #anon #jojo #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jotaro #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #n*sf*w #read more

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spine-buster · 5 years

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Alone, Together | Chapter 11 | Morgan Rielly

A/N: If you’d like to see a face claim for Briony, send me a message and I will send you a pic.

Another thing people have started doing is asking questions about Morgan and Bee’s relationship - the stuff you don’t see in the chapters. If you have questions about canon, please send me an ask and I’ll answer it. There’s a tag for this: morgan and briony canon

Line breaks also mysteriously disappeared because Tumblr is Tumblr so I guess the stars will have to do to denote a change in scene.

For the first time in a while, Briony was happy.

It wasn’t that she was ever depressed. Most of the time, she was too busy and too driven to feel any other emotion besides determination. The need to get shit done without giving it much thought. She just didn’t have the luxury to feel anything else. Classes still stressed her out, she still hated marking first year undergraduate essays, and she was still poor as fuck. But she was happy. Unapologetically happy.

It was a combination of things. Morgan, obviously, played a pretty big role in it all. She didn’t think she could be this happy in a relationship, judging by her past ones, but it was possible with Morgan. She was doing well in her courses and maintaining a high GPA – she even aced that behavioural economics assignment – and her professors had agreed to be her references and put in a good word for her job applications to the “Big Five” banks. Mason’s various funding grants had been accepted, which meant his PhD was going to continue to be fully funded. Angie had gotten a promotion at Indigo head office, which meant she was pushing less paper and directing others to push the paper she was no longer pushing. Angie also moved up a pay grade, which was always nice. She’d finished watching Schitt’s Creek with Morgan and they had moved on to Kim’s Convenience. The Leafs were playing really well. Morgan had even set a new record for the best five game start by a defenseman in the modern era, passing Bobby Orr, and he was set to shatter all expectations this season. They had celebrated accordingly.

Everything just seemed to be working out.

Even tonight. It was a Wednesday but Bee had done enough schoolwork to be able to attend the Leafs game against the San Jose Sharks. She was glad she did, because the boys ended up winning 5-3, with John and Auston getting two goals each. The team had played really well, and although at some points it looked like the Sharks were going to catch up, Fred put up his wall.

After the final buzzer rang and the stars of the night were announced, fans began to file out of the arena. It became a routine for Bee to file out with the wives and wait in the employee area, near the locker room, where they boys would meet them. She followed Aryne and Christina as the continued to discuss her exam schedule, Christina making sure the Christmas party the Marleau family were hosting didn’t interfere with her schedule.

As Morgan drove through the streets of Toronto, on his now familiar route to Briony’s apartment before he’d turn around and go back to his, he kept her hand clasped in his and in his lap. He would look over to her at red lights, and she’d catch him and smile and laugh, embarrassed, but he’d just do it again at the next light. The Leafs were going on a roadtrip for a week, to Minnesota and Buffalo, so he wanted to make sure he got a good look at her before he left. Not that he didn’t look at her enough.

“Can you drop me off at the Metro at Spadina, actually?” she said as they passed College Street. “I need to pick up some groceries I ran out of.”

“Can’t wait till tomorrow?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I need milk for my coffee. You know how I think coffee is too bitter without milk.”

He smiled. He learned that early. She made fun of him for how much sugar he put in his, whereas she had weaned off it in the past year. “Okay, fine. I can wait for you.”

“No no no, you go home and you go to bed,” she said. “You need your rest. Metro is like a three minute walk from my apartment. I’ll be okay.”

“Briony.”

“I’ll be okay,” she repeated, squeezing his hand.

When Morgan finally got to Metro, he pulled up to the curb and put his car in park. Briony gathered her bag and made sure nothing fell out before looking at him. He leaned over the centre console, giving her light kisses. There were many, and only stopped when Briony began to giggle from all of them.

“I’m gonna see you tomorrow right? Before I leave for the road trip?”

“Of course,” she nodded her head, and Morgan leaned in for another kiss. And another. And another.

“I’m gonna go now,” Briony whispered in between one.

“No.”

She laughed, pulling away. “Bye Morgan.”

“One more.”

She digressed. She leaned in one more time and he kissed her, making sure his tongue grazed her bottom lip to leave her wanting more. When she pulled away, she slapped his forearm playfully. “Tease.”

“You’re one to talk.”

She gave him a look, opening the door before climbing out. “Drive safe,” she called before slamming it shut. He watched as she walked in, and watched until he couldn’t see her in the store anymore. Licking his lips, he put his car in drive.

***

As Morgan settled into his bedroom, he rushed to take off his suit and change into an old t-shirt he was using as his pajamas. He felt so lazy that he didn’t even hang his suit or fold his pants properly – he just left them flat on the chair before walking into his ensuite to brush his teeth lazily before bed. Eventually, he plugged in his phone, climbed into bed, and wrapped the covers around him.

He checked his phone one more time. His lock screen, a picture of Briony sitting on his lap as they both smiled at the camera, opened up to his background: a picture of him and Briony from the fall. They had gone for a walk in Trinity Bellwoods and had stopped under a tree to lay down for a bit. Her head was on his chest, her hair spread out on it, and his arm was around her tightly. It was their sleeping position almost every time they were in the same bed together (besides the traditional spooning), so it was no wonder that they ended up taking a quick nap under the tree. Sometimes he would catch himself staring at his phone just to look at the pictures.

After clearing all his notifications, he set his phone down on his bedside table and closed his eyes. With the hockey schedule in full swing, it didn’t take him long to fall asleep. His mind was just as tired as his body these days, and he found his eyes falling heavier and heavier with each passing second.

Until his phone rang.

He almost didn’t hear it; he almost thought it was a dream, but he eventually regained enough consciousness to realize it was blasting loudly. He grumbled, turning over to his side and grabbing to answer it. He didn’t bother looking at the caller ID because he knew the brightness of the screen would hurt his eyes. If it were Auston or any of the guys, he’d murder them.

“Hello?” he grumbled into the phone.

“M-M-M-Mo…” he heard Briony’s voice shake on the other end.

His eyes immediately went wide at the sound of her voice. Why was she calling so late at night? “Briony?”

“M-Mo…”

“Briony, what’s wrong?”

She sounded like she was hyperventilating but trying to hide it. “Mo, s-somebody broke into my ap-partment,” she hiccupped. “Somebody b-b-broke in and took all my st-stuff-f.”

Morgan shot up from his bed and threw the covers off his body. “Have you called the police?”

“M-M-Mo, they took my laptop. They took my j-j-jewellery box. T-T-They t-t-took --”

“Briony, did you call the police?” he asked more firmly. His heart was running a mile a minute now.

“Y-Yes,” her voice continued to shake. “M-Mo…they took everything. Even my clothes.”

Holy shit. Holy shit. He rushed to throw on a hoodie he left on his chair and struggled to put on a pair of track pants without falling over. “I’m on my way,” he said quickly. “Are the cops coming?”

He heard her breath hitch in her throat a few times. “M-Mo…”

“Did the cops say they were on their way?”

“Y-Y-Yeah, they’ve sent s-someone and he’s j-j-just out-tside now.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in five,” he said, grabbing his keys and slamming the door behind him. “Do you want to stay on the phone with me?”

“M-M-Mo, what am I gonna do?” she cried. “Th-They stole everything. My front window is b-broken a-a-and I d-d-don’t know --”

“Briony it’s going to be okay,” he assured her.

“N-No it’s-s-s n-not.”

“Yes it is. I’m on my way.”

***

Morgan was sure he sped through the streets, probably even ran a couple of red lights, because he made it up to the Annex in record time. By the time he got to her apartment, there was already a cop car with its lights flashing outside. He didn’t even attempt to park his car; he practically left it in the middle of street, behind the cop car, and rushed towards the front door. He noticed the front bay window completely smashed, glass all over the front lawn.

When he opened the door to her apartment, like he had so many times before, he saw her standing with the police officer. She immediately turned her head the second she heard the door open and when she realized it was him, ran towards him. “Morgan!”

She clung on to him for dear life. She began crying again as she buried her head in his chest. It was only then when he noticed the state of the apartment – broken glass near the window; all drawers open or literally taken out of the slot and thrown half way across the room; mud all over the floor from muddy boots; her kitchen cabinets open and her food thrown everywhere. It looked like a tornado passed through. There were two other people in the apartment that looked like they were dusting for prints. “Are you hurt?” he asked. She shook her head. “Did you see them?” Another head shake.

He noticed the police officer approach him. “My guess is you are the boyfriend.”

“Yes sir.”

“Ms. McTavish mentioned you stay over sometimes. Do you keep any valuables at the apartment?”

Morgan shook his head. “No sir. I…what happened?” Briony had pulled away and was wiping the tears on her cheeks with the back of her hand. “What happened?” he asked her directly.

“W-When I c-c-came back from the g-grocery store I noticed the w-w-window, and I ran inside and I s-saw th-th-this,” she stuttered out. “I d-d-don’t…I d-don’t know…”

“We are assuming it happened during the period she was absent from the residence,” the police officer said. “I’ll just need to finish writing Ms. McTavish’s statement and record a list of all her belongings that were stolen.”

“Yeah, of course,” Morgan said, grabbing at Briony’s hand. He looked around again to see more mess. Her covers thrown off her bed, even the mattress protector gone – clearly whoever did this was banking on the old ‘keep your money under the bed’ trick; her fridge door wide open, contents again spewed all over the floor. He was feeling more and more sick the more he took in. He couldn’t imagine how violated Briony must be feeling.

“My l-l-laptop is the b-biggest thing,” she began. “A-And they t-t-took my c-clothes. Almost all my c-clothes.”

“Were there any items of significant value?”

She shook her head vehemently. “And then my j-jewellery box.”

“Again, any items of significant value? Family heirlooms?”

“No.”

Morgan knew Briony didn’t have much, and he knew she didn’t spend much, but his heart broke when she had to give the officer an itemized list of all the clothes and pieces of jewellery that were stolen and how much she had paid for them. He had $200 dollar shirts and custom suits hanging in his closet, and he didn’t think he’d ever heard Briony go above $30 for how much she spent on something. The fact that she could even give the officer an itemized list of every piece of clothing and every little piece of jewellery she had meant something. It meant she knew exactly what she owned – however little it was – and she kept tabs on it all. He wasn’t even sure about that. He didn’t really keep tabs on things like he should. If the same thing ever happened to him, he wouldn’t be able to give an accurate number or descriptions. He could remember some prices of significance, like his $8000 watch or the general ballpark he paid for all his pairs of Jordan shoes, but he could never be specific like she was doing.

“Okay Ms. McTavish. I’ve already made the call for the crew to come to board up the front window and I’m going to be putting a heavy padlock on your apartment door. Do you have a place you can stay tonight?”

“Yes, absolutely,” Morgan answered for her quickly.

“Okay. Once the boards are up I’ll file your report and statement. I’m also going to ask your neighbours if they saw or heard any suspicious activity. I suggest you take whatever belongings you can for now, anything of value or significance that perhaps the intruder didn’t take, and I will call you tomorrow to discuss your options,” the officer informed her.

“W-What about my stuff?”

“Pardon me?”

“M-My belongings. What’s gonna happen with finding my s-stuff?”

The officer gave her a concerned look. He looked at Morgan briefly too before taking a deep breath. “Ms. McTavish, there’s really nothing further we can do unless we find the culprit. Usually in these situations the culprit keeps the items or sells them for any value, if they are even of any value. We can look at local pawn businesses in the area, but…”

“So my stuff is just gone again.”

The officer nodded his head once, his face still concerned. “I will try my hardest. Maybe I’ll look in some of the electronic shops for your laptop, but I really can’t guarantee anything.”

The only things left to salvage were Briony’s books. Because of course the thief didn’t take the fucking books. The officer waited for them as she moved in a complete daze around her apartment – no more tears, but her face still stained with them, and with an aura of fear about her. Morgan could see her hands trembling as she grabbed at her textbooks, the ones she was using this semester in particular, and handed them to Morgan. She then looked at her small half bookshelf of only two rows, with all the fiction books she had accumulated from various book sales – the book sales she told Morgan about in one of their first conversations – and looked at him. “Will this fit in your car?” her voice trembling as much as her hands.

“Of course. What else do you want to grab?”

“That’s it.”

“Briony --”

“I want to go now.”

“B--”

“Please, Morgan. I don’t want to be here anymore. Please.”

“Come here. Come here,” he outstretched his arms to her, and she began crying again as she nestled into his hug and buried her face in his chest. “It’s gonna be okay baby.”

“Can we p-p-please just g-grab my b-b-books and g-go,” she mumbled into his chest. “There’s nothing else, M-Morgan. N-N-Nothing else is-s-s mine. It all came with the apartment.”

He nodded his head, moving to give her the textbooks she had handed to him. He bent at the knees and picked up the bookshelf easily, all the books still in it. He looked at the officer. “We’re done. You can lock it up.”

The officer nodded his head. “Alright then. You stay safe. I will call you tomorrow for further information.” He locked up the door with a padlock as they left, and waited for the crew to arrive to put up the wood boards on the broken windows.

Morgan carried the bookshelf and placed it into the trunk of his car. Briony, still clutching her textbooks, climbed into the front seat. When he climbed in and started the car, he looked over at her. Her cheeks were fresh with tears, her winter jacket haphazardly put on. He reached over the centre console and grabbed her hand, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it. “It’s going to be okay, Briony.”

She tucked her knees into chest as he drove away from her apartment, her textbooks where her feet were supposed to be. She looked out the window, tears still streaming down her face occasionally. As the city streets passed by her, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of emptiness within her; an emptiness that felt all too familiar. An emptiness that seemed to follow her for her entire life. She came from nothing, and now she had nothing. She could accumulate, she could amass, but she would always end up empty. The emptiness was not a new feeling, but it didn’t hurt any less just because she had felt it before. It hurt more now because she knew how it felt to be full.

Everything was a blur until she climbed into bed. She knew at some point they arrived at his apartment, and they got out of the car and took the elevator to his place, but she didn’t remember. She didn’t remember anything until she got into bed and practically wrapped her body around Morgan’s to feel any semblance of safety. Despite the cold outside and the cold in her body, he felt so warm and so full, and she wanted desperately to feel that too. She knew she wouldn’t – not anytime soon – but it was worth a try. If she couldn’t have it, she could at least feel it.

“Briony…” Morgan’s voice was soft as he wrapped his arms around her, placing light kisses on her forehead and the crown of her head. “Briony, look at me. Please.” She pulled away only slightly, enough to get a look at his face. Her eyes were red and puffy still from all the tears. “I need to know what happened in your childhood now,” he said.

She shook her head. “No.”

“You said ‘So my stuff is just gone again’ to the police officer.”

“Morgan.”

“Briony, please. Please.”

Tears welled up in her eyes again. “I th-thought I was finally safe,” she hiccupped again, still shaking slightly as Morgan held on to her.

“What do you mean?”

“Th-Th-This happened all the time as a k-kid. All the t-t-time,” she revealed finally, wiping a stray tear away. “Esp-p-pecially when we were between places. Or at the homeless sh-shelt-t-ters. And they’d t-take all my mom’s s-s-stuff. They’d take m-my st-stuff too. Anything they thought was of value. Th-That’s why I always ended up w-with n-n-nothing. And that’s w-why we’d always end up with n-nothing. I was always s-so s-s-scared. We’d always have to st-start from s-s-scratch.”

In-between places. Homeless shelters. They’d take my stuff. Starting from scratch. Morgan felt sick to his stomach. This had happened to her before. Often. As a fucking child. As a child with an alcoholic mother who had no will to protect her. With a mother who had no will to attempt to make their situation better. How somebody could create that environment for a child; how someone could be complacent in making a child that scared; how someone could not care about their child to that degree, Morgan would never be able to understand.

“You don’t have to be scared anymore,” Morgan said. “You’re safe with me. You don’t have to worry.”

“She’d never t-tell me everything was going to be okay because sh-she knew it was never going to be ok-kay,” Briony continued, and Morgan knew she was talking about her mother. “And when I finally l-left I thought everything was going to be okay.”

“I’ve got you now. I’m here for you now. It’s going to be okay.”

“N-No it’s n-n-not,” she shook her head, unable to believe him. “M-My laptop’s gone, I have no c-clothes, I didn’t even have m-m-much to begin with and now I have n-nothing again and-d- I --”

“Briony, no, no,” Morgan repeated, squeezing her tighter. “You have me. You have me. You don’t have nothing, you have me. I don’t want you going through this alone. You can’t go through this alone. Because you’re not alone anymore.”

She buried her face in his chest again, unable to cope with his words as tears streamed down her face. There was too much emptiness, too much pain. She could only cry herself to sleep, and Morgan, heartbroken, could only listen, his heart breaking with each passing sob, each passing tear he felt wash his skin, each passing tremble of her body.

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The Best Mistake Pt. 4: A Job Left Undone

You wait nearly 20 minutes for Delsin to show up but he doesn’t. However, after the fight you two had last night, it wasn’t entirely unexpected. You were prepared for his upset behavior or perhaps even another argument to ensue but not for the hurt of being stood up. Him not coming was definitely on the list of scenarios you had played out in your head but at the time it had seemed like such an unlikely possibility to you. Apparently the thought wasn’t too far off to him.

“Sweater Weather,” by The Neighbourhood, was currently playing on your phone but you pause it towards the end and take off your headphones as you make a decision. With a heavy heart, you lift your body from the brick wall you were previously leaning on and pick up the stencil and tape to lay out your design. Once that’s done you commence spray painting the wall in the according fashion of your design.

All is going as good as it can be until you hear footsteps behind you getting louder and closer. You panic and prepare to make a quick run for it until you turn around and instantly settle down as you see a familiar and missed face.

“Hey,” he starts.

“Oh hey, D,” you cap your spray can and motion to the wall, “I thought you weren’t coming so I went and started ahead.”

“Yeah no I just kinda overslept,” Delsin impassively shrugs.

“Oh, okay,” you casually remark. “I just thought that you might’ve still been upset because of last night and I was actually gonna talk to you about it and-”

“It’s fine, (Name).” He quickly interrupts. “There’s nothing to talk about,” he walks past you to pick up a spray can.

Unconvinced, you tilt your head and turn your body around to face him, “Mmmmm-yeah, no, I’m getting a totally different feeling there might be some stuff we have to discuss. Look I know I-”

“C’mon (Name),” he tilts his head back in irritation at your persistence, “Let’s just do this tag.”

“I’m sorry, ‘just do this?’ “ you repeat, feeling a little offended. “Okay first, please stop interrupting me and second, I know you’ve done this like a million times before but this is my first original piece. So no, I don’t want to ‘just do this’. But how about you, do you even wanna be here right now?”

“No, I do, of course I do,” he sighs and pensively rubs the back of his neck. “I know how long you’ve been working on this.”

“Okay then so, what is it?” You cross your arms.

He dubiously looks down at the ground for a few seconds before shaking his spray can at hand in preparation for the project, “Nothing.”

“Nothing, really?” you give him an incredulous look.

“Yeah, nothing.”

“Listen, if you’re mad then let’s talk, we can’t just ignore the problem.”

“I don’t know it was working pretty well for me up until now, but why not give it another shot?” He snaps.

“So what, just pretend like nothing happened?” You ask, giving him a vexed look.

Delsin says nothing and you scoff, “Fine.”

The two of you just remain spraying the tag in absolute quietude with the exception of the spray can sounds, nothing like your normal tagging adventures.You hate it when he gets all stubborn like this. You did something to hurt him and you acknowledge that. Why he won’t let you two resolve the issue has you both confused and crossed.

Not once does Delsin make any eye contact with you, nor does he make a single retort about anything that you do but the foreign silence has finally reached it’s peak.

“You know what, no, fuck you!” you suddenly burst out.

“What?” Delsin side glances at you, completely perplexed by your sudden outburst.

“Yeah, fuck you Delsin,” you repeat.

He turns his whole body to face you, “I don’t follow….”

“After our argument from yesterday I spent the whole night feeling crappy about myself and I know I deserve it for keeping you in the dark from everyone and I’ve been trying to figure out how to apologize to you for it but it’s a lot harder to do so when you don’t let me!”

“(Name)-”

“No seriously Delsin, I'm sorry! Okay? I'm sorry for hiding you from everyone else. It was totally inconsiderate of me to do so, to not give you a chance, but I honestly didn’t think you’d mind or care for that matter. Especially considering how that’s your attitude for just about everything. Like who cares if you don’t know my parents and they don’t know about you and-

“Well I do, okay?” He indignantly cuts in. “ Yeah normally I don’t but- I don’t know this is just different.”

“How?”

“It just is!”

Neither one of you notice just how loud your voices are getting or how much of a basic arguing couple you two sound like. Surely any passerby could hear the feud without any intention of eavesdropping. Not that you’d care anyways, at least not at the moment.

“See this is the type of stuff I was saying we should talk about!” You walk closer to him. “We tell each other everything why can’t you just talk to me about this?!”

At this Delsin just silently gives you a sad look that does all the talking for him. He’s never given you a look filled with so much doubt and hesitance. You stay silent as well in return, patiently waiting for him say something, anything. But he doesn’t. Instead he walks closer to you and opens his mouth but what you hear instead startles the both of you.

“Hey, hold it right there you two!” Shouts a tall man decked in a blue and black uniform...with a badge and gun.

“Crap,” you whisper.

“Drop the cans and hold your hands up, both of you!” he says as he reaches for his handcuffs and approaches the two of you.

Delsin instantly grabs your hand and you both simultaneously look in the other direction, in hopes of running away from this mess, but another officer is already there blocking your only other exit.

“Oh, shit” you mutter as you comply with the officer’s command. “This is not good.”

“Calm down, (Name),” Delsin tries to soothe you. “It’ll be alright…. I think…..shit.”

Delsin tries to smooth talk the officers into just letting you both off with a warning but you already know this one isn’t gonna be one of those situations.The officers handcuff you both and escort you to their car. The whole thing is happening in slow motion for you, as if time is slowing down with you to process the whole scene and your emotions. You’re not surprised to be feeling a little bit of deja vu but the lack of fear is relatively shocking. It’s not like it’s entirely gone but it’s not overpowering you as you would’ve expected it to in this situation.

Perhaps some part of you knew this day would come and the feeling of regret is there but not for your actions or anything that led to this event. As the officers drive to the station, you begin to reflect and realize that your only real regret is actually hiding Delsin from your parents. Once they pick you up from the station and they see him this is the only thing they’re going to associate him with. Forget that he’s an actual intelligent, charming, fun and kind person; all they’re going to see is the man who got their daughter arrested.

‘It’s not fair,’ you say in your head, ‘but it is my fault.’

“I’m sorry,” you hear Delsin speak up.

You give him a sad half smile as you then rest your head on his shoulder, “Me too.”

The police officers slow their vehicle as they near the station and park on their designated area. They exit their car and open the door to escort both you and Delsin into the station. You almost make it through without tripping but unfortunately you don’t see the small step curb before the door that every other person walked over. Thus, by the laws of gravity, you fall to the ground at the misstep and consequently hurt your ankle. The officers didn’t laugh on the outside but who knows what was going on in the inside, yet they still helped you up like the good samaritans they are paid to be.

As they continue to escort you through the station, they stop by a desk to commence the report, collect both of your effects, and have you and Delsin seated nearby. For this being the first time that you actually got arrested it’s beginning to feel pretty boring. Apparently there’s a lot of paperwork to be filed before you’re thrown in the slammer or wherever you’re supposed to go. You’re not exactly complaining about the delay but you certainly thought more stuff would be happening within the Seattle PD .

‘Woah, well this is a lot more uneventful than I imagined this place to be’ or so you thought…..

“(Name)?” A neatly dressed man with a half filled coffee mug approaches you.

“Oh no,” you whisper.

“What, what happened- who’s that?” Delsin asks, quizzically switching glances between you and the man.

“That’s my uncle,” you sigh. “Hey Uncle Sully… thought you were at that precinct in California...what are you doing here?” you awkwardly ask.

“Well, I was in California but they transferred me here. I was actually going to surprise you and your parents this weekend. But I think I’m the one who should be asking questions here,” he crosses his arms, delivering you a heartbreaking look. “(Name) what are you doing here?”

You look down at your feet in attempt to avoid his stare. You know you can’t avoid his question forever but for a very brief time, the ignorance is bliss. Slowly you raise your head to look at him and open your mouth to speak but before you can audibly pronounce a syllable, Delsin speaks up.

“--She’s here because of me,” he starts. “She caught me vandalizing a wall and threatened to call the cops on me. I tried to convince her not to but, like the good samaritan that your niece is, she wouldn’t give up. We started arguing very loudly and the cops totally misread the situation and-”

“What? No!” You protest. “That’s not what happened!”

“Miss please don’t interrupt me,” Delsin gives you an offended side glance and continues, “anyways that’s when your boys came in and arrested us.”

“No that’s a lie! Uncle Sully it was me, it was my- “

“Yes your intervenience that confused the cops I already said that,” he nods his head.

“Delsin!”

“Enough, both of you!” Your uncle admonishes the both of you. “Chris, what happened here?”

“We were doing our usual patrol over by Baker’s street and Willingham when we heard loud arguing. We followed the sound and while coming into the scene, both of them were holding a spray can in hand which lead us to believe they were both vandalizing a wall,” says one of the officers.

“Yeah your buddy here walked right in when she took one spray can from my hands and they didn’t even give me a chance to explain-”

“Uncle Sully listen to me-” you cut in.

“Yeah that’s enough. I think I get the picture here,” Sully silences the both of you with a wave of his hand before rubbing at his temples. “Thank you, officers. Chris, please have you and your partner escort this young lady to her home, discreetly as possible if you please and I’ll handle the rest from here.”

“Yes sir,” says one policeman while the other simply nods their head. As they approach and unlock your handcuffs you give Delsin a worried and muddled look.

‘What the hell is he doing?’ You say in your head.

Delsin merely sends you a small reassuring smile before the cops escort your limping form out the station and into their patrol car.

“Why is she limping?” asks your uncle.

“Oh, yeah she tripped earlier at the entrance when we were walking in here,” Delsin simply replies

“Step curb by the door?”

“Yup,” he nods.

Sully laughs, “She’s such a clutz that kid. Alright then, Delsin was it?” he asks and Delsin nods again.

“Stand up and turn around for me Delsin,” he says as he reaches into his pocket and takes out a key, “got a last name?”

“Uh, Rowe. Delsin Rowe,” he answers as he hears the satisfying click of the handcuffs unlocking.

“Okay Mr. Rowe, this way to my office,” Sully motions to the right with his hand. Delsin starts to walk in said direction and Sully follows but not before discreetly nodding at his nearby intern and at that the intern nods back and begins away at typing.

Upon entering his office Delsin casually takes a seat in front of the desk, Sully following suit and taking his seat behind the desk.

“Okay,” he starts, “explain to me exactly what happened.”

“Uh-well there's not really much to it. I was spray painting a wall when your niece- (Name) was it? She caught me and threatened to call the cops but I tried to convince her not to do that but we got into a pretty heated argument instead and you know the rest.”

“Really?” Sully asks with an intimidatingly blank expression. “So this was your first ever encounter with (Name)?”

“Yeah…”

“And judging by your calm composure this isn’t your first ever encounter with the law?”

“Mmm no, it’s not….”

Sully merely hums in thought as he lays back more comfortably in his chair and continues to stare down Delsin.

“Well,” Delsin claps his hands on his legs, “correct me if I’m wrong but, speaking from experience, isn’t now about the time that I can get my one phone call?”

“You can if you are under arrest, which you’re not.”

“I’m not?”

“You’re not.”

“Then what are we doing here- what am I still doing here?”

“We’re waiting.”

“For what?”

A knock at the door is suddenly heard by the two.

“For that,” answers Sully. “Come in, Mr. Sharp.”

To his cue, a tall man, probably younger than Delsin by a year or two, in a sweater vest enters the room with a folder in his hands, “I’ve got the records you asked for, Detective Sullivan.”

Sully, or Detective Sullivan, thanks the man upon receiving the file and immediately begins skimming through it.

It doesn’t take much longer for Delsin to realize exactly what is happening now. It all begins to add up.

“You wouldn’t be happening to be reading my file there would you?”

“You catch on pretty quick, Mr. Rowe I’ll give you that,” he complacently remarks. “Delsin Rowe, currently resides in the Akomish reservation on Salmon Bay, boy aren’t you a hair off course from home, arrested by his very own brother Reginald Rowe for misdemeanor vandalism more than a few times and no known occupation,” he closes the file and drops it on his desk.

“I think if you kept on reading further in there you would’ve seen the ‘He’s still seems like a pretty decent guy,’ passage written in very small italicized letters..”

“Doesn’t my niece know how to pick ‘em?” He asks with an unamused expression.

“What?...”

“I know this this isn’t your first encounter with (Name) Delsin, I know who you are and not because of the file. I know you’re the guy (Name)’s been sneaking off seeing,” Delsin’s eyes slightly widen. “So you can comfortably sit back and try to finesse me all you want but let’s not waste anymore time than we already have.”

“... How do you know that?”

“You know that cousin you almost always see her running around with? That’s my kid. Now don’t blame them, they didn’t intentionally rat you both out I just happened to be behind the right door at the right time. Also they don’t call me Detective Sullivan just because it has a nice ring to it, which is does.”

“Wow,” Delsin crosses his arms and sighs as he leans back, “that’s pretty ironic considering the efforts we went to to make this all a ‘secret’. Do her parents know?”

“No, not yet at least.”

“Well then why didn’t you just tell them when you found out?”

“When I found out this information I only found out that she was sneaking around seeing someone. My kid and her are really close so they never really gave me a name and I didn’t press any further on the issue because I trust (Name). Although sneaking around isn’t something I was okay with her doing, I figured that it’s not my secret to tell and so long as it’s nothing illegal, which at the time I highly doubted that it was, that it’d be fine and she’d tell us all when she’s ready. However, when I saw her today with you and those two cops it all just clicked together and I was ready to call her parents. But then you did something… unexpected. You tried to play it off like you didn’t even know her and take all the blame.”

“Well yeah,” he shrugs with his arms still crossed, “I’m the one who showed her all this stuff. I promised her that we were gonna be alright, that nothing was gonna happen to her. I already have a record, she doesn’t need one. I was just thinking on my feet and I don’t regret a single thing.”

“Well you’re right about the record thing. If it weren’t for her little counter backs it would’ve easily sold anyone. Now how’s that? Neither one of you were willing to let the other take the fall.”

Delsin rubs the back of his neck and stays silent as he processes this.

“(Name) is like another kid of my own to me, Delsin. As a person who cares for her, I can see when others do and I can see that you do.”

“I do,” he mutters, “I really do care about her.”

“So how long have you two been together?”

“We’re not actually together-together, I met her a few months back when she visited the reservation. She saw me spray paint- allegedly saw me-”

“It’s okay kid I don’t care for past spray painting jobs just go on with the story.”

Delsin smirks, “She saw me spray painting this owl and I didn’t even know she was there until I turned around to step back a bit. I was actually really impressed by her just sneaking past me but anyways she liked the painting and so we started talking and we probably would’ve stayed talking longer if my brother wasn’t doing his patrol and hadn’t tried to arrest us but luckily I managed to convince him to just let us off with a warning. We offered her a ride home in which she said yes to and once we brought her home I asked for her number, had coffee with her the next day and we just... became really close friends.”

“That’s one hell of a bullet you took for a ‘friend’ today,” Sully complacently replies. “But when the officers picked you both up today I recall they mentioned something about an argument?”

Delsin looks at his feet before replying, “Yeah that was actually part two of an argument that started last night.”

“And what was argument part one about?”

“From the beginning she said that us hanging out and stuff had to be a secret because her dad is super strict and at first I was cool with that. But over time I didn’t want to hide anymore. I’m just naturally not a person to hide who I am because I’m not ashamed of who I am and what I do. It just started to bother me that no one really knew about us and that her parents probably wouldn’t approve of me and usually the approval from others doesn’t matter to me but when it came to them it just did. It just feels different now…” as the words leave Delsin’s mouth a realization hits him.

“..You care what they think now because… oh...I’m assuming (Name) doesn’t know that this is how you feel?” Sully replies as he catches on to what Delsin is inferring.

“No,” he sighs. “She doesn’t. Honestly even I didn’t entirely know that’s how I felt. Which is actually what argument part two was about. She wanted to resolve things but I kept trying to stop her… I’m such an idiot,” he rubs at his temples.

Sully eyes Delsin but for once it isn’t to intimidate him or to figure out his plot, especially considering how Delsin is practically saying everything that he should’ve originally said to you. “You are an idiot.”

“Yeah, thanks for the reminder, Detective,” he says as he rests his chin on his hand and his elbows on his knees.

“I say that with hope, Delsin. You’re an idiot with time,” he clarifies. “Just tell her how you feel already. As for me, (Name) cares for you and you care for her. That’s all I needed to see and hear for myself.”

Delsin lifts up his head, “Are you implying that I have your approval?”

“You have my acknowledgment. (Name) is her own person and can therefore decide for herself who she wants to be with or associate herself with. But you seem like a pretty decent guy, guess she could’ve picked a worse person to be with.”

“I told you it said that in the small italicized print,” he grins.

Sully light heartedly scoffs and shakes his head, “Alright I think we’re finished here. Don’t let me or any of my officers catch either one of you vandalizing anything in my city ever again,” he points a stern finger at Delsin. “If you stop by my intern’s desk he will direct you to where you can get your effects and if you need to call someone for a ride he can do that for you too.”

“Thanks, Detective Sullivan,” he says as he rises from his seat but before he takes off he remembers something and pauses.

“Is there something you need?” Sully asks with raised eyebrows.

“Uh-no I just dozed off for a second there. But don’t worry you won’t catch us doing anything that defies those precious laws that were written and remodified oh so many years ago. But really, thanks for everything,” Delsin says as he actually reaches forward to shake Detective Sullivan’s hand.

Sully complies with the handshake and Delsin genuinely smiles at him one last time before exiting his office and approaching the intern's desk.

“Hey there, I’m Delsin Rowe, Detective Sullivan told me you could help me retrieve my effects? Oh and also I’m gonna need the stencils that were retrieved from the ‘crime scene’, those are mine that I need for a commision based project.”

#infamous second son #delsin rowe x reader #delsin rowe #i dont own the characters #i think maybe just you

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Thirty: Something Witnessed ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina, gun ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

She should have listened to that gut instinct this morning that said to stay home. But staying home doesn’t get her errands run, as much as she hates to admit it. Days off can’t be spent completely idle. There’s groceries to get, bills to pay, mail to pick up, and that’s just what’s out and about. Then there’s laundry, dishes, cleaning, lunch prep for work tomorrow...no time to lay about!

So, after a (slightly late) breakfast, Hinata changes into something suitable for the weather (sweater dress, coat, leggings, and boots), and takes a bus downtown. Choosing to stand, one hand holds a rail as the other scrolls idly through social media on her phone. Apparently there’s been a string of robberies in her city...not that it’s anything particularly new. Seems there’s always something going on. Still, they’ve mostly been on the other side of town, so she tries not to worry about it.

First stop is her post office box, standing in the lobby and checking it before she leaves. Spam, junk, ads...all get tossed into a waste bin before she stuffs the necessary things into her purse. More bills...there’s always more bills.

Speaking of, she heads into the other side of the post office and gets a few stamps: they’re all she needs before she can mail in said bills. Pouting at them, Hinata slips them through the proper slot with a sigh. Maybe someday she’ll win the lottery.

Ha.

Last stop, groceries...her least favorite thing to do. Not having a car really stinks...no trunk or back seat to stow them in. No, instead she has to juggle public transportation costs, and not ending up with too much to carry in one trip. Leaving the bus stop behind, she replies to a text from Ino when a commotion up ahead catches her attention.

Someone lurches out of a store, staggering into a small crowd of people. As they do, an alarm sounds from inside - wait, is that a robbery?!

For a moment she just stares in horror, never having seen anything like this before. Not in person, anyway! But as her grip steadies on her phone, she thinks: phone! Video! Fingers scramble against the touch screen, managing to turn on the camera and get it to focus.

By now, everyone else has scattered. A van pulls up to the curb with a screech, and two more people leave the store behind. From what she can see, it’s some fancy tech one. Even something small they’d grab would likely be worth a few hundred bucks. Glancing between her phone and the scene with her own eyes, she manages to stick herself behind a concrete set of stairs, peeking out and still filming.

“C’mon, c’mon! The cops’ll be here any minute, y’moron!”

A final person - she can’t even tell what they are, all dressed in dark baggy clothes with ski masks pulled down over their faces - manages to flee outside as an employee gives chase. They leap into the back of the van as one already inside pulls a pistol and fires a few shots. Glass shatters and people scream, the employee among them as one shot grazes his upper arm. Tires squeal, smoking as they make to pull away.

Hinata just manages to zoom in and get the license plate ID before they lurch back into traffic.

As they do, civilians swarm back to the scene, police sirens approaching from a distance. Stopping her video, Hinata finds herself panting, having released a held breath.

...holy crap!

Staggering out of her hiding place, Hinata can’t help but join the crowds out of some kind of herd instinct, trying to see the damage. The shop window is shattered, a few bullet holes in the door. A woman already kneels beside the injured man, telling him to calm - she’s a nurse. Supplies are fished out of a bag as the cops finally arrive. Two cars, each spilling out two officers.

“All right, all right! Everyone back up - we need to clear the scene and get some evidence!” Quickly they work to set up a perimeter around the store front, including the road where the van had been parked. Tire tracks are a bit smudged, but might help.

Clinging to her phone, Hinata follows as the crowds are pushed back behind the line. She tries to pipe up - she got the whole thing on video! - but no one seems to be listening! Over and over she attempts to push her way to the front, only to be lost due to her lack of height and forward nature. So, she gives up and starts going around the perimeter.

Along the curb, a cop is taking photographs of the tire marks. No one cares about that when there’s a nurse tending a wounded man, so he’s mostly left unmolested. He only glances up when she quietly offers an, “E-excuse me…?”

“Yeah?”

She holds up her phone from behind the tape. “I - I was there when, um...when the robbery happened! I took a video with my phone. D-do you think it would help? I got the license plate number, and -”

Immediately looking interested, he approaches the tape, ducking under and stepping up beside her. “Show me.”

A bit flustered as he leans against her to look, Hinata manages to start the playback. The first few seconds are rather shaky, and then again when she moves behind the stairs. The second two robbers emerge, their faces too small and obscured to be of any use. But then, as the last person exits and the shots ring out (she flinched a bit, the footage blurred), there’s a zoom at the back of the car.

“Here, pause on that.”

She does as asked, and he starts jotting down notes: the plate ID, the car model, and a few distinguishing marks, including a dent along the left side.

“Does...does that help?”

“Yes ma’am - would you mind sending that to my phone? It’s best I have a copy in case we need to analyze it further.”

“O-of course!” Doing as much as he pulls out his own device to share contact details, she dares to ask, “Are...are these the same people that have been in the news?”

“We can’t know for sure yet, but the MO matches, as does the number of witnessed fugitives. For now, there’s not a lot I can officially say. Doesn’t help I’m a bit low on the proverbial totem pole. But your footage will be a great help, ma’am.”

Hinata flushes pink. “Oh, please don’t call me ma’am - there’s no need! I’m Hinata. Hinata Hyūga.”

“Sasuke Uchiha,” he replies, giving her a small smile. Dark eyes glance to the crowd, and he can’t help a scowl. “A lot of use filming the aftermath will do besides get hits online. As glad as I am for phones, like in your case...a lot of it’s pretty sensationalized.”

“Y-yeah...well, I hope you can catch those people. Is the employee going to be okay…?”

“He should be - the bullet just nicked him. The casings should help us ID the culprits, too. It was dangerous for him to go after them, but...admittedly, they wouldn’t have shot if he didn’t. Thankfully that nurse was in the crowd. He’s pretty much patched up now, but procedure means we have to have him taken to the hospital and get a statement, as with any firearm crime. But he’ll be fine.”

Dark brows wilt worriedly, seeing him stand and bashfully thank the nurse, who waves away the praise. “Well...that’s good.”

With the video successfully downloaded, Sasuke puts his phone back in his pocket. “Thank you. Do you mind giving a statement, too?”

“Certainly! If it will help.”

“It will. And we might have to call you about some follow up questions.”

“That’s all right. Though...I might be at work.”

“We can always schedule a follow up for a better time. I’ve got your contact details in my phone, so I’ll get ahold of you if we need to get anything else from you.”

“Oh! O-okay!”

The interview he gives her is pretty brief, and seems rather standard. Hinata answers as best she’s able - it all happened so fast, and most of what happened was better remembered by her phone than by her brain.

“Okay, awesome - I’ll let you know if and when we need to talk to you again. Knowing how things go, you’ll probably be hearing from me. Seems like I do all the legwork around here.”

Hinata can’t help a soft giggle. “Well, you’re doing a very good job! At least, a-as far as I can tell. You’re very...professional!”

That earns a smile and a short snort. “Well, I try to be...got a family tradition to uphold and all. But even that means still going through the rookie stages.” Tucking away his notes from her statement, he gives her another grin. “Now, try to stay out of any more trouble today, miss Hyūga. I’d hate to have to run into you twice...at least, in regards to crime.”

She laughs...and then...pauses. Did...did he just -?

“I’ll contact you about the footage once we’ve had a chance to go over it. Stay safe until then.”

“I...I will.” A little off-kilter, Hinata lingers for a moment before...going on her way to her next errand. The excitement’s over, after all. And she still has groceries to get.

Nibbling her lip with her teeth, she gives her phone a glance, quickly tapping through to her contacts page. Yes, he went ahead and added himself into her phone, too. Well...at least she’ll know when he’s calling.

...and Hinata can’t help but think she won’t mind when he does.

Aaand another late night, but I had a pretty long day irl - forgive me! This was a fun prompt! Took a little brainstorming with a friend, but the end result turned out pretty good, I think! Poor Hinata - all she wants is to run some errands! But hey...she still got a cute guy's number. It still counts if he's a cop right? x3 Aaanyway, that'll do it for tonight! Thanks so much for reading!

#uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #sasuhina #gun //#best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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tatekitkylejimmyjamesrorylover · 7 years

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Everything I Wanted Was You Kyle Spencer x Reader

Words: 3,424

Request: @shellscreams : I would like a Kyle Spencer imagine please love the last two you wrote xx

Description: This is an imagine where you and Kyle are together and he dies and you have to deal with that and don’t worry there is a very happy ending.

Author’s Note: I would like to say thank you to @shellscreams for requesting this! I am so sorry if this isn’t you wanted. Also requests are always open so don’t be shy XOXO

2013

It was cool windy Saturday in the middle of Spetember. School had just started for me at Tulane University in New Orleans. I was a senior and had been in total bliss for the past three years. The reason? Kyle Spencer my amazing boyfriend. He was a frat boy and I was a frat girl. My fraternity was having a party tonight at the Zeta Kappa Mu house, aka my fraternity. Yes it was very popular for someone from our fraternitys to get together. I didn’t care it was fate for us to meet. It all happened when I was walking on campus on my first day at school and some jerk approached me.

2010

“Hey sugar! You want some of this?” this college boy asked as he started running towards me.

“No thank you.” I said trying to make him go away.

“Awwww. Don’t be like that baby. I just want to have some fun!”

“Well you better scram before my..” I hesitated and blurted out the first thing that came into my head,” boyfriend comes to meet me!”

“Oh really? Where is this so called boyfriend?”

“I just said that he was meeting me here soon.” I said getting annoyed that the guy wouldn’t go away. He started to approach me and I backed away. He got closer to me and grabbed my wrist.

“HEY! Get off of me!” I yelled.

“I thought you had a boyfriend.”He said. But little did I know that a boy heard the whole thing an decided to stop it before it went any farther.

“She does.” The boy said. I turned my head away from the from the college student and looked at the boy who saved my life. My (Eye Color) eyes met his dark brown eyes.

“I think you should get your hands off my girlfriend mister.” The boy said. The college guy then released his grip on my wrist and the boy wrapped his arm around my waist protectively.

“Like I told you, you better scram you know now since my boyfriend is here.” I said confidentley. The college guy looked at who had his arm around me and ran for his life.

The boy released his arm from my waist when we couldn’t see the jerk anymore.

“Thank you for doing that. I really appreciate that.” I said looking at the ground rubbing my arm.

“Hey don’t mention it. I can’t help myself from saving someone espically if it is a beautiful girl like yourself.” You immediatley blush at his compliment and look up in his eyes. “Kyle, by the way.” Kyle held at his hand and you took it.

“(Y/N)” You reply shaking his hand.

“Beautiful. Just like you.” Kyle responds. I chuckle lightly at his flirt. “What do you say we go and get a coffee?”

“I would love that.” I say. Kyle takes my hand and holds it. We walk to the coffe shop on camous, hands in hand. Ever since then we have been in love.

2013

Tonight Kyle and his frat brothers were coming to the party tonight. I was excited to see him because he just got back from a school trip for football. Yes I texted him if his team won adn he texted back saying that they killed the other team. Once I read the text I decided that we would have a party in celebration for their win as soon as they came back. They arrived early this morning so I sent out party invitations to everyone. Apparently the new of having a party reached outside the campus and reached to the movie star Madison Montegomery. I one-hundred percent believe that someone tweeted it and it got around EVERYWHERE. I wasn’t upset that more people were coming, I was actually happy. That means that I could show off to more people about how great my boyfriend is.

I started to get ready at eight o’clock since the party started at nine and supposedly to end at midnight but I doubt it. I got finished changing into my (Favorite Color) dress and went down the stairs to finish decorating. I hung up the red and blue disco lights and the ice sculpture of God knows what. It was about nine o’clock when people started flooding which was good. This party was much bigger but it is okay the more the merrier. I saw some guy name Chad enter with packages of beer which I didn’t really care unless underage people were drinking it. I just let it slide because I was too busy trying to watch when Kyle’s limo bus was going to arrive.

It was a good ten minutes of me just waiting until a big black bus arrived on the curb infront of the house. I got so excited and decided to wait for about five minutes becasue I knew that Kyle was giving his brothers the chat about public parties Do’s and Don’ts. That is one of the reasons why I loved his personality so much was because he was respectful and a gentlemen. I always had great respect for him because ever since hurricane Katrina he had been providing for his single mother.

Kyle finally came running out of his bus with his brothers yelling “ Kappa Lambda Gamma” which was their fraternity. He saw me sitting on the step waiting for him to arrive and he immediatley ran to me. Once I had seen what he was doing I started to run to him. We meet in the middle and he engulfed me in his arms picking me up.

“I missed you so much baby.” Kyle said sounding out of breath. He placed me down, removing his head from the crook in my neck, he looked at me and oushed back my hair that had been messed up in this form of affection.

“I missed you so much too Kyle.” I said. He smiled and put his hand around the back of my neck and leaned in. His lips met mine and we started to make out in the middle of the lawn. It lasted a long time of just us letting our emotions out.

“What is that speech that you always tell your frat brothers? Isn’t public embarrasment apart of that? So wouldn’t kissing your girlfriend infront of everyone apart of that?” I ask jokingly.

“Shut up.”Kyle said laughing while putting his arm around my shoulders bringing me closer to his chest.

“I love you.” I said.

“I love you too.” He said kissing my cheek. He brought me to the couch and sat me down. “I am going to go get us some drinks okay.”

“Okay.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead. Once he left I looked towards the front door and I saw Madison Montegomery and I guess her friend. I was totally shocked that she came. I mean seriously a stupid frat college party? I thought that was too D-list for ‘celebrities. Again I didn’t mind that she was here. I just hope that her attitude doesn’t get the best of her.

Kyle soon comes back with two red cups and smiles at me.

“Here is a Coca-Cola for the lady.” He said and handed it to me while sitting next to me on the couch and putting his arm around me pulling me closer ot him.

“Why thank you.” I said to Kyle with a smile on my face,”Okay so you HAVE to tell me all about your football game please?” i said pouting in a begging form.

“Okay all right since you asked so politely. Well we obviously won. It was fourty-two to four and so we basically creamed them majorly.”

“Obviously,” I said but then Kyle was interrupted by the girl that entered in with Madison Montegomery approached us.

“Excuse me, I am so sorry to bother you but I can’t find my friend Madison Montegomery. I have looked everywhere and I can’t find her can you please help me?”

“Yes of course.” Kyle and I said.

“Let’s look upstairs to see if she might have accidentally found her way up here.” I said. We started to open up all the doors until we came to last on eand we opened it and found Madison and Kyle’s frat brothers. We looked around and realized that they were all takign turns raping Madison adn taking pictures even Kyles best friend Archie was in on it. Kyle was furious.

“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING? GIVE ME THE PHONE ARCHIE!” Kyle screamed. I had never seen him so mad in our entire relationship.

“NO KYLE! I am not giving you my phone so you can just delete the videos and pictures.”Archie said. Kyle started to run after Archie trying to retrieve his phone so he could not only delete it but so that he could beat him up for doing this. The girl who asked for Kyle and I’s help started to wake Madison up so she could walk downstairs and leave. I started to run after Kyle. I got to the front door and I saw all of the frat brothers and Kyle running into the bus. Then it started to drive off so I ran after it.

Madison and her friend weren’t that far behind when all of a sudden the buss flipped over and crashed. I saw it all happen and I fell to my knees crying. Once I had gotten the courage to get up I ran over to the flipped over bus and pried open the doors. I looked around and I saw Kyle, lying there in pieces. I rushed over to him and brought his chest and head close to my body and kissed him, over and over again.

“NOOOO KYLE! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE?”I yelled. I brought my head closer to his ear and whispered.”Everything I wanted was you. I love you so much. Why did you have to leave me? We were supposed to grow old together. I love you.” i finally got up and started to get up and walk away. Once that I had left the bus there was blood all over me. I started to cry and I ran back to the frat house which was empty probably due to everyone hearing the crash, getting scared and running.

I closed the door and locked it. I collapsed to the floor crying knewing that I was never going to get my happy ending with Kyle. I went upstairs, took a shower and cried myself to sleep knowing that there was never going to be a day with Kyle or so I thought.

The Next Day

I woke up and decided to go visit Kyles mom to see how she was doing with the news about Kyle. I got dressed and drove over to his house that i had been over a million times. I knocked on the door and Mrs. Spencer opened the door with a tear stained face.

“Mrs. Spencer? It’s me (Y/N).” I said knowing that she would remember me as Kyles girlfriend.

“Oh yes (Y/N), please come in.” She opened the screen door and welcomed me into her house. After I had entered seh had engulfed me into in a hug and the waterworks started to fall from my face. I pulled away and Mrs. Spencer gave me a tissue and I whispered out a ‘Thank you.’

“I came to see how you were doing.” I said looking into her eyes and seeing that she was so upset. She should be she just lost her son.

“Thank you for doing that (Y/N). I really do appreciate it. I think out of all the girls Kyle has brought home, you have always and will forever be my favorite.”

“Thank you. I know how difficult it must be losing you only son espically since you husband passed away. I just wanted to let you know that I am here for you. If you need someone to talk to please just call me and I will be there.” I said letting her know that she won’t go through this alone.

“Thank you so much. It means a lot to know that even though Kyle isn’t here that you will continue to be apart of this familly and I am forever thankful for you. Anyways I have something to show you. Kyle had all this stuff that he had for you in a bag so I feel like I should give it to you, even though he won’t”

“Okay.” I followed her to Kyle’s room and she opened the doors to his closet and bent down to get the bag. It was a large paper bag filled high with stuff. She handed it to me and I carried it and sat down on his bed and started to unpack it. “I hope you don’t mind that I am unpacking it here.”

“Oh no! Please go ahead. I wanted to know what was always in there so I hope you don’t mind that I am watching you open it.”

“Of course not.” I started unpacking and while I was unpacking I realized that these were presents for our upcoming anniversary of three years. I took out the first thing and it was a scrapbook filled with pictures of me and Kyle and little love notes he wrote. I sat there crying knowing that this must have taken him months to put together and he never got a chance to give it to me. The second thing I took out was a shirt that said “Watch Out Boys This Girl Is Taken By This Guy” and it had a picture of Kyle winking on the back. I laughed remembering his funny humor. There was only one thing left and I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was a small red box. I took it out and started to cry knowing what it is. I opened the box and found a small diamond enagagment ring inside.

I showed it to Mrs. Spencer and she started to cry her eyes out.

“I always knew that was a question he was wondering about when he was going to ask. I guess he was going to ask on your three year anniversary.” she said. I put my hands over my eyes and cried even harder. I put the ring on my left finger in a way of saying yes to his question.

After that I bid Mrs. Spencer a goodbye and then walked out of the house. I was walking to my car that was a couple houses down. While I was walking I could have sworn that I saw that girl that Kyle and I helped from yesterday approach Mrs. Spencer’s house with her holding someone up. I ignored it knowing that it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I walked to my car and got in. I just sat for a long time looking at my engagement ring and crying. I eventually stopped and drove back to my frat house. I walked in and went upstairs to my room and locked the door.

A Couple Months Later

It has been a couple months since Kyle died and I couldn’t have felt more alone. Sometimes if I went out I would think that I would see him and the minute I blinked he was gone. Other than that I haven’t left my room. I miss him everyday. There is nothing that can replace him. I haven’t felt love, compassion, or happiness since he died. I wish he would come back.

Today I was forced to leave my room saying that I had a visitor at the door. I went downstairs and opened the door to find the girl that Kyle and I helped all those months ago.

“What do you want?” I ask with tears starting to fall from my eyes.

“I just want to show you something. Please come with me.” She said.

“Why should I go anywhere with you? I don’t even know your name!” I say

“Okay. My name is Zoe Benson.” Zoe said.

“You think just because you said that I am going to go with you?!” I said.

“Okay, fine! If you won’t come with me then just promise me that you will come to the cafe downtown. Please.” She begged.

“Alright I’ll be there. What time?” I asked.

“Just be there at noon. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Thank you.”

“Do I need to bring anything?” I asked.

“Just bring yourself.” She said.

“Okay. Bye.” I said. Zoe waved a goodbye back to me. I was so confused. Why out of all the people on Earth does she have to come back? I went upstairs and got dressed. I looked at the clock and saw that it was eleven fourty. I exited the house and went to the driveway to my car. I got in and started to drive downtown to the coffee shop. I looked for a parking space near where Zoe was standing. I got out of the car and locked it. I walked over to her.

“So why am I meeting you here?” I asked.

“You are meeting me here because I have a surprise for you inside.” Zoe said.

“If it’s a guy then I am not interested.” I said and then I walked in.

“I don’t think so. Well at least not with this guy.” She said. I walked around trying to find out what she was talking about. I finally understood when my eyes met his. The same dark brown I fell in love with. I ran over to him with tears coming down my face. I ran into his arms and he held me close. I pulled back my head and started to pepper his face in kisses. I finally ended with his lips. There was all of my emotions, his emotions intertwined into this form of affection. He let me down and pulled out my chair for me to sit down.

“Kyle! How are you back?” I asked with tears running down my face.

“(Y/N), I know you aren’t going to believe me when I say this but please do.” I nodded my head in response.”Okay well I died you saw me. Zoe and Madison went to the hospital and retrived my body parts and sewed me together. Another thing is that they are witches. There is a whole coven of them okay. So I was crazy and I couldn’t speak. I was a lot like Frankenstein. It was a long time before I could speak. But then their supreme Fiona Goode fixed me. She did something to me where i could speak properly. I guess you coudl say she brought me back to normal. So I remembered all about you. I had never forgotten about you, I just didn’t have all the details. But I called for you and then Zoe decided that it was best if I came back now and so I did. That is where that story ended.” He said looking into my eyes.

“I don’t care how you came to be here. I am just glad that you are here with me. Kyle, you’re all I have you’re all I want.” I said and he just looked at me emotionless and then he smiled and leaned over to kiss me on the lips.

I put my hand on his cheek and he stopped kissing me and looked at my hand.

“Oh sorry. I forgot that my hand is probably is cold. Sorry.” I said.

“No it isn’t that.” He pulled my left hand towards his and at my ring finger. “You said yes?”Kyle asked.

“Of course I did Kyle. I love you with all my heart. I want to spend the rest of my life with you unless you don’t want to anymore.” I said looking down.

“Hey,” Kyle said putting his fingers underneath my chin and lifting my head up so I looked at him in the eyes,”I want to start off where we left off. I want to be with you. I want to call you my wife. I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” I said. I am so happy that Zoe brought him back. I couldn’t ask for anything better. After that Kyle and I started to plan for our wedding. It was perfect. Now we are living in total bliss and there isn’t anything I could ask for more. I love him and he loves me.

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