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trash-monkey · 1 year

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Wildgrove Village

Chapter 2

*WARNING: I'M NOT A DOCTOR*

Waking up early in the morning to have a small breakfast before starting organizing my room which surprisingly didn't take long but the hardest part is cleaning everything down stairs for opening tomorrow, the floors, walls, chairs, ever piece of equipment, taking stock, and making sure everything works which took up most of my day before I finally got finished around late evening. I flop down onto the couch and switch the tv on to relax what few hours I had left before bed, half an hour after sundown the doctor phone I had in my apartment rings which I bolted to when I heard the first ring.

"Hello, this is Dr.(L/n) speaking."

"Please, He's been stabbed!" A women's voice sods over the line in panic.

"Ma'am I need you to take a deep breath for me and tell me what happened?" I keep my voice level and emotions in check that they told us to do during practice simulations.

"I was out with a few friends when a dispute happened and before I know it he got stabbed!" She spoke quickly after the deep breath and claiming her nerves.

"Ok, I need you to look at the wound to see if you can anything inside." She quickly confirms there nothing inside.

"Next you'll need something to cover the wound, put pressure on it and try to stop as much bleeding as you can which is going hurt them but you need to do it." I can heard multiple people talking in the background as the women talks to them before she's back to me.

"Now hold that steady and I need your location, I'll be there has soon as I can." Right as she give me the location I hang up, not caring I'm just wearing a t-shirt and shorts with flipflops I grab the van keys and speed down to get my medical bag before running to the van. Quickly I pull out the driveway and follow the directions to a T once I'm in town, I pull up to a parking lot where my headlights shine onto a group of people throwing the door open and ran to them with my medical bag in hand.

"Where's the victim?" I yelled and circle of people brakes to let me through to see Draken laying on the concrete, dropping next to a dude with lavender hair that's been putting pressure on victims wound. I quickly open my bag to check the eyes and vital signs before looking at the wound which makes me mentally curse.

"We need to get him to the clinic, now." I demand.

"You and you, pick him up careful." I pointed at two strong looking guys which they followed and lead them to put him into the truck part of my van where he'll have room to lay.

"You have steady hands, come on. I'll be needing your help." I gesture the lavender head into the truck and keep pressure on the wound before closing the hatch, I turn back to the two other guys.

"You two in, now." They followed the order and we got into the van, I speed back to the clinic. Once I pull up the two jumps out, opening the truck and carefully bring Draken inside.

"This way!" I lead them to the operating room and push them out when he laying on the table, quickly I prepare myself for surgery along with the lavender head.

"He's lucky." I mumbled as I stitch the wound up after stopping the bleeding before holding a hand out.

"Scissors" I'm surprised that the lavender head had stayed calm through the whole procedure and handed me everything I need when asked, I cut the string before removing the bloody gloves along with my mask and replace the gloves with clean ones. Carefully I wrap a bandage around his waist after putting a piece of gauze over the stich and move the patient into the next room that's connected to this one, with lavender's help we transfer Draken to the hospital bed where I can put a gown on him since we had to get rid of his clothes except his boxers and hookup a heart monitor with a IV drip.

"You did great, I'm (Y/n) (L/n)." I shake hands with the dude.

"Mitsuya Takashi." I gestured us back into the operating room where I let Mitsuya remove the operation clothes and put them into the hamper for washing before letting him go to his friends that are in the waiting room. I clean everything which take a few minutes before removing my own operation clothes and walked to my office, I put my doctors coat on before opening the file cabinet and pull out Draken's file. I return to the patient's room with a blood bag that's his type and hookup it up to him to replace the blood he lost earlier before returning to my office to quickly note everything that happened down. Once done I walk to the waiting room to see it's full of people but they quickly quite down when they take notice of me.

"How is he?" A short blonde walks up.

"He's stable right now but I'll have to watch over him through the night and he won't be able to see any visitors until tomorrow at sometime of the day." Everyone's shoulders drop in relief, they talked to each other for a few more seconds before leaving.

'coffee, I need coffee.'

I make a quick trip upstairs to make my much needed coffee as I rub my eyes to get rid of any tiredness, once the coffee is made I return down stairs and get through the long night.

"Hello, how can I help you?" I said when I appeared at the front desk when someone rigged the calling bell around eleven in the morning, it's the same short blond from last night.

"When can I get to see Draken."

"He's been stable the whole night so I guess you can but you need to sign this visitor pass first." I slid the clipboard with the visitor paper over to him to sign which he quickly does.

"Follow me, I checked on him every hour but he hasn't awaken yet." I lead him to Draken's room only to see him staring out the window.

"Of course the moment I'm not looking you wake up, how you feeling?" I gestured the visitor to the chair next to the bed before started checking Draken's vitals.

"Fine other then the pain when I try sitting up."

"Ok I'll give you something for that but you'll have to be careful moving around don't need to pop a stitch." I injected a dose of liquid painreliefer into his IV, hybrids burn through medication faster then humans so they've to be given a larger dose. Once I put the needle into the safety box for used needle the calling bell rings.

"Sign here please." I return to the front desk to see a blond girl waiting and quickly I slid the visitor paper to her before leading her to the others, every so often someone comes in to visit Draken and around two in the evening two police officers walks in.

"We are here to question a Ryūguji Ken about his 'accident'." I nod and slide the visitors pass over to the two with a smile.

"If you want to see him, you BOTH must sign the visitors pass." Once they did I take them to his room where he's talking to Mitsuya which he give us a smile and goes to wait outside, they give me a glance like they suspected me to follow him but I just give them another sweet smile.

"I'm here to make sure you don't stress my patient out, unless he says otherwise." With that and no complaint from Draken they got to questioning but whatever happened must be between him and a friend since he wouldn't say who stabbed him, with a sigh the two officers left the clinic.

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unsupervisedpanda · 3 years

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Shots fired

Spencer x reader

Sitting on Spencer's couch you'd been reading one of your favorite books. It was early, at least for a weekend it was. You'd come by Spencer's hoping to catch him before a phone call from the team, however he seemed to have been gone already.

You thought about just going home, but decided to stay and clean the already, mostly pristine apartment. It was organized in his own chaotic way. You'd slowly put away his paperwork and obsessively marked books.

You then walked over to his nearly empty sink washing the dishes. After that it was doing his laundry and maybe make and remake his bed.

Today was your last day off which is why you were hoping to catch him. You worked at an elementary school and taught a rambuctious group of 2nd graders. They were great kids and you loved them all dearly.

That being said tomorrow was Monday so you had things that you needed to prepare. That is why you called Spencer and let him know you'd been there. You knew he was observant and may panic if he saw his apartment.

"Hey Spence, it's me. I just wanted to let you know I stopped by. I love you and I'll see you when you're back. Kisses." Then you hung up.

Nothing could have prepared you for the next day.

You woke up at 5:00am and got ready for the day. The school day didn't start until 8:30, but you wanted to catch a shower.

Swinging your legs over your bed and wobbled to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and your brush on the way. You had your clothes laid out the night before, surprisingly you were set for Monday it was Friday when you just threw your clothes on and prayed they matched.

That being said you sauntered into the small room flipping the light on and flinching at it's brightness.

"Ugh no! Tis to early for this." You groaned plopping the towel on the toilet.

You stripped the overnight clothes off and turned the shower on, the steam rising from the enclosed space and into the rest of the room.

Pulling the curtains aside you stepped in, the hot water cascading down your back and soaking your hair. The water washed away your sleepiness and you began to shampoo and condition your locks. You hummed as the suds made your hair squishy and soft. You giggled before putting your head back under the rushing water. The soap washed out gathering around your feet and down the drain.

Once you were sure the soap was out and that your body felt refreshed, you shut the water off. Stepping out of the shower your feet padded on the shower mat. You smiled reaching over and grabbing the grey towel.

Drying your body you then dried your hair. Once you were sure you wouldn't drip water everywhere you brushed through your damp hair.

Spinning back to your door you wrapped the towel tightly around yourself. You needed to get dressed and you'd sleepily left the clothes in your room. Huffing you opened the door, the cool air rushing at your damp flesh, goosebumps rising.

Shivering you padded to your room and made sure the curtains were closed, windows locked, and then locking the bedroom door. You heard all sorts of stories from Penelope about how women were attacked in their own homes while they were vulnerable. No not you and not today.

Quickly you slipped into your clothes, which happened to be a pair of black leggings and a (favorite color) dress that ended just above the knee, with a light overcoat

You huffed before grabbing your phone. 5:45 am. Good you were on a roll. You lived about 15 minutes away from the school so you had time.

Sliding your sneakers on you tied them before hearing your front door open. You immediately jumped up, opening your night stand, and pulling out the pistol you'd kept stashed there.

You crept over to the door and unlocked the knob. With the way your apartment was set up you couldn't see the front door or the kitchen. Stepping into the hall you slinked down towards the living room. Once you entered you saw the back of the person kneeling in front of your fridge.

You almost laughed out loud, but clicked the safety back on.

"Spence you couldn't text me before coming over?" You giggled as the brunette jumped, hitting his head off the top of the fridge.

"Ouch! Crap. I'm sorry y/n I wanted to surprise you. I figured I could stop by early enough that I won't be called in." You laughed at the male before placing the gun in another drawer in the kitchen.

"Awe that's sweet Spencer. What were you looking for?" You laughed walking over to him and pushing his bangs out of his face.

"Ehm well I was looking for some coffee creamer because the barista forgot it. They were really busy." You nodded before brushing past him and to the refrigerator.

"Ahh let's see I have hazelnut and vanilla and oh! There's some caramel, too."

You heard him whisper a soft "Vanilla, please." Before you stood up the container in hand. Turning around you saw his eyes were downcast and your eyebrows raised in concern.

"Spencer. Is everything alright?" He seemed to jump at the question, but nodded reaching for the bottle in your hand.

"No. There's something bothering you, love. What happened yesterday?" His eyes widened as you placed the bottle behind him on the counter.

"You can talk to me. You know that. Now spill, Spence." He shuddered slightly before sighing.

"There's a case. The unsub is targeting elementary schools in the area. He targets the female employees killing them, talking about it's them or the kids. He even used a recording to lure them. Still no one is taking us seriously! We've gone to several of the schools, even the superintendent! They're refusing to shut the schools down saying that 'our employees are trained for this.'" He huffed heavily running his fingers through his hair.

"This guy is smart y/n. He's already gone to three schools and killed 23 people and-" he choked up as he thought about the 13 children who died.

"Spence, what school would he go for next? He's smart and calculated I'm sure. Where would he target next?" You looked at your best friend worry in your eyes. He looked up at you the gears in his head turning.

"That's the thing y/n he's unpredictable. We thought he had a connection to one and he attacked another. We have no idea which school he'll target next. So far all of his attacks would seem random but they're not." He sighed out rubbing his face.

"He's killed 23 people. 10 teachers and 13 children. We thought we were so close Y/n and he killed again. We can't lose. We can't let him kill again." His voice sounded so strained.

You went to answer him when his phone beeped. He jumped slightly before pulling it out.

"I got to go. The team needs me. I'm sorry. I love you! Be safe" he rushed kissing your forehead, before slipping out of the front door.

Fisting your hands you sighed. This man could target your school next. Grabbing your purse and keys you rushed out the door.

"Yes sir I understand there's no evidence or reason for him to come here but please listen to me. If we take the precautions, just until he's caught there's less likely of a chance for anyone to get hurt!

We are an elementary school. We don't have to switch classes. We can have indoor recess, allowing the children to be safe, to learn, to have fun!

We can have lunch in our classrooms and avoid being out in the open. This man is dangerous sir. Please."

Your boss looked at you his eyes sharp.

"Ms. L/n I'm sure this man is dangerous, and I'm sure you're worried but there is no reason for us to go into a panic. You may do as you wish with your class, I'll permiss it but I cannot make the other teachers to through with it. I'm sorry." You sighed but nodded.

"Thank you Victor. I appreciate it but please inform them?" He hesitated but nodded.

"I will."

Walking back to your classroom your shoes thudded along the tile. At least you got permission to protect your class. It was definitely something.

Unlocking your door you pulled together today's activities. You'd have to make sure everything was prepared for if something happened.

Going through your cupboards and closets, you emptied or organized them, to maybe hide the kids in. It wasn't much but you wanted to keep them safe.

School would be in session soon and you needed to be sure that you were prepared.

"Hey Lola! How are you today?" You greeted the young girl as she plopped into her desk.

"I'm mad. Mommy told me that Skylar isn't coming to school today! And she is like my bestest best friend!" You laughed as she threw her arms up in frustration.

"Maybe that's what's best Little Lady. Don't worry though! We might play hide and seek later!" You said handing her a squishy ball to squeeze.

Soon you had all of your kids for today. You may have called the parents and let them know of the risks and Victor might not be impressed but you'd deal with his wrath later.

Looking around you told the class of the plans today and gave them a math game to play in small groups. The door of course was locked along with the door stop.

You gave each child an assignment, but made it a game so that they wouldn't be scared. You made Lola and Jaiden your captains who took care of their crew. If someone had to go to the bathroom you'd take a small group and leave the other group to watch the classroom. Then you'd come back and switch.

That being said you were constantly checking in on Spencer. He didn't answer much but he did reassure you to his best ability. At least he had been.

You didn't understand what was happening until you heard someone bump into the microphone in the office.

It made a terrible screaming noise before you heard Haley, the secretary announce that everyone had to take the school intruder precautions.

Quickly you told the kids to go to their "bases" or hiding places. Jaiden and his team hid in the cupboards while Lola and hers hid in the closet.

You? You stood next to the door out of sight. Earlier you'd put up a curtain so that if the guy did show up he couldn't look in.

You heard the other kids in other classes asking what was going on and some of them were crying. You grimaced at the thought of their faces.

You waited for a while before Victor came on.

"I understand you are scared. I need you all to stay calm and keep the children safe. No matter what you hear, or see DO NOT leave your classrooms. Thank you that is all."

Glancing around you began pushing some of the desks in front of the door. Then you ran over to the window and unlocked one. You didn't open it for fear of making your escape obvious. If you needed to get the kids out quickly you would.

Pulling out your phone your dialed Spencers number. If you heard any evidence of the unsub he'd be on speed dial. That being said you told the kids to stay hidden and go over their "battle plans".

Steadying your breathing you walked over to the door and stood next to it out of sight.

It didn't take long before you heard screaming, a female. She was yelling about how it was the schools corrupt system that got her son killed. That if they had listened to protocol and protected him he'd still be alive.

You gasped before calling Reid.

"Hello?" Shuddering you replied quietly.

"The unsub is actually a woman. She has a dead son. He died in a school shooting or something similar." The other end was silent for a moment before you heard some scuffling.

"Y/n?" You sighed as you recognised Hotch's voice.

"Yes sir?"

"I need you to tell me what's going on." Before you could answer a loud gun shot was heard.

"Y/n! Are you okay!" You heard Spencer panic.

"I- I am fine. So are the kids. I don't know about the others though. The unsub. She's here Spencer and she's mad." You cried softly before another shot echoed throughout the building.

"Y/n. We're on our way. Just stay safe. We're coming." You nodded before mumbling a soft 'okay' and hanging up.

"YOU TEACHERS KILLED MY BABY! YOU DIDN'T PROTECT HIM! HE DIDN'T DESERVE TO DIE. HE WAS A CHILD!" you gasped as she wailed before shooting her gun again. Directly into your door.

Gasping you waited. You heard her walk over to the door before pulling on the handle.

"Oh. So you think you can protect them huh? With a measly door and a glass window with a fucking curtain? No way in hell."

With that she put the gun against the glass with a 'clank'. Before you could react and loud ringing filled your ears as she pulled the trigger.

Glass flew everywhere as the woman laughed. Thinking fast you grabbed a desk and faced it towards the window holding it in place. With her only way in temporarily blocked you called for Lola.

"Lola honey! C'mere!" You whisper yelled as the small girl crawled out.

"Ms. L/n what was that? It was really loud and we're scared." You smiled softly.

"I know honey but I need you to get all of your classmates and take them to the 3rd window. Do you understand?" She nodded quickly rushing around.

Sighing in relief you jumped when another gun shot sounded.

Gritting your teeth you let go of the desk, glad it stayed.

Helping Lola gather them all was much harder then you wanted it to be, but they were scared and that you understood.

"Okay my little adventures, we're gonna do an escape mission. I want you all to climb out of this window and hide in the bushes until the good guys come okay?" They nodded and you shivered in relief. Once they were safe you could do what you needed to.

Quickly you put them on the counter and they climbed out, the taller boys going first to help the shorter ones.

Finally it was Lola's turn and she looked at you with big watery eyes.

"Ms. L/n I'm scared." Your heart broke before you hugged her.

"Me too. Don't worry though our knight is coming princess." She cried as you put her on the counter helping her out.

"Be safe. Hide. Go!" They all nodded and ran off. As soon as you were sure they were safe you rushed to the door that connected to Mr. Groves room. Unlocking it you rushed in all the kids looked at you wide eyed.

"Hey guys! It's okay you need to be really quiet and come with me okay?" They cried and looked over at their teacher and you nearly screamed at the sight.

He had gotten hit by a stray bullet or something and was bleeding out on the floor.

"Okay. Okay come on. Quietly." They nodded rushing into your classroom. When you had them all you helped them out like you did your own, giving them the same instructions.

Rushing back the other class you took off your jacket pressing it into Steve's chest.

"Hey Steve. How are you?" You laughed awkwardly and he gurgled at you. Crying you kept pressure.

"They're all safe. I helped them. It's okay." You smiled at him and he smiled lightly and you sobbed quietly as his life slowly seeped out onto your hands and jacket.

Slowly pulled your hands away you jumped when you heard sniffling.

Whipping around you looked under his desk finding a little boy.

"Hey hey! What's your name handsome?" You asked quickly wiping the blood off.

"C-christopher, b-but my mo-mommy calls m-me Chris." He sobbed.

"Okay Chris why don't I help you out with your other friends?" The boy shook his head aggressively in a 'no' motion.

"I can't." Your eyebrows raised before your eyes widened.

"Christopher, are you paralyzed?" The boy nodded and you let out a breath.

"Okay come here. I'll carry you." His eyes widened.

"We, we can't go out there. The bad lady will shoot us!" You winced at his loud voice and he seemed to realize what he'd done because he began to softly cry.

"Ahh honey it's okay. We won't move. We won't move." You hushed pulling him into you.

You sat there for what felt like forever before you heard Derek talking down the Unsub.

"Ma'am you don't want to do this! Put the gun down. Ma'am!" You and Christopher jumped when someone slammed into your classroom next door.

Pulling Christopher into your lap you held him close as he cried into your chest.

"THEY KILLED HIM! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT. THEY KILLED HIM." You jumped at how close she seemed.

Breathing out shakily you put Chris down gesturing for him to be quiet.

Slowly you pulled yourself up. Glancing at the door connecting the rooms you saw it was partially opened.

Taking a deep breath you slowly made your way over jumping when the woman began to yell again.

This was your chance. Running at the door you slammed it shut turning the lock.

"YOU CAN'T PROTECT THEM!" She screamed slamming into the now locked door.

Quickly you dragged a few desks to block her from entering. From there you unlocked the main door.

"Chris, baby, I'm going to pick you up and I want you to close your eyes. Do you understand?" He nodded quickly tears bubbling up.

"Okay come here honey." He dragged himself over to you and you quickly gathered him into your arms.

"Okay you have to trust me. Just close your eyes." You hushed quickly and quietly opening the classroom door, as the women continued to bang and scream in yours.

Rushing into the hall you saw Derek's eyes widen as you held Chris to your chest, the blood from Steve staining your outfit.

"It's not mine!" You assured as you jogged to him, Chris hiding in your hair.

"The kids are outside hiding in the bushes." You whispered once you were close enough so the woman wouldn't hear you.

"Mr. Groves, she killed him. And Chris he's paralyzed." You informed as Derek ushered you behind him.

"You need to get out of here. If she sees you she'll-" *BANG*

You yelped in shock as the shot rang out.

"Move in!" A man yelled followed by his team.

Christopher held onto you sobbing into your dress. You held him close and hushed him, whispering reassurances into his ear.

Derek led you outside and when you got there you were surrounded by police and EMT's.

You handed Christopher off to one of the women, promising him he'd be okay. Then you ran over to the bushes and found both your students and Steve's.

"Hey guys! Come one the good guys are here." You promised as Lola ran to you.

"Hey princess." You murmured as she cried into your shoulder. The other kids surrounded you in a group hug.

Standing up you held Lola to your chest.

"Come on guys." You ushered them to the authorities.

You were shocked when a woman mobbed you and began to cry as she held you and Lola.

"Thank you! Thank you so much." She cried and you were to shocked to do anything.

When she pulled away she held Lola's face in one hand and yours in the other.

"You don't know me, but I know you. You saved my little boy Chris." She sniveled and you nodded.

"Chris. Is he okay?" You asked as you set Lola down next to you keeping ahold of her hand.

"Yes thanks to you. He's a little shaken up of course but thank you!" She continued.

You nodded before you led her to an ambulance where Chris was sitting.

"Hey Chris. This is Lola. You mind if she stays with you and your mom?" You asked as you brushed Lola's hair back.

He nodded patting the spot next to him.

"Thank you. Lola honey I'll be right back." You assured her before turning to scan the crowd, looking for Spencer.

When you found him you rushed to him. Calling out his name, he turned, and you ran into his arms.

"Spencer." You wept lightly and he held you, wrapping his arms around you as he held you tightly.

"You did it." He whispered and you nodded.

"We did it." You told him pulling away.

He nodded and kissed your forehead.

"You're amazing." He murmured.

You shuddered lightly.

"Amazingly gross. I- I need to change. Steve..." You muttered and he nodded.

"I think JJ might have a change of clothes.... Or I could ask Penelope?" He suggested and you nodded hating the blood on your clothes.

Leading you towards his team mates, he kissed your forehead.

When you got there Derek clapped you on the shoulder, congratulating you for your quick thinking.

Hotch nodded to you in respect and Emily and JJ fretted over you.

Emily gave you one of her shirts, and you borrowed a pair of sweats from Morgan.

"Thanks guys." You smiled tightly as Spencer held you to his side, one arm wrapped around your waist.

Leaning into his shoulder you closed your eyes. Today definitely didn't go to plan.

You found out later after you asked what happened, that the woman was named Marissa Timmins. Her son was killed in a school shooting after one of the teachers snapped.

The boy was eight. The snap occured after she found out that the man who'd killed her child was going with an insanity plea.

That being said the gunshot you'd heard was her... well taking her life into her own hands.

Everyone was deemed okay but were understandably shaken up. Luckily no children were harmed. Haley was being treated for a gunshot wound to her hip and Victor had been shot in the abdomen but was rushed to the hospital.

It seemed the only casualties this time were Steve and Marissa.

That night Spencer had taken you home and stayed with you the entire time, which the team understood. Several parents sent you thank you cards, and so did the kids. School had been cancelled for the rest of the week so you slept in, or tried to.

The nightmares weren't helping but waking up in Spencer's arms calmed your racing heart.

You were glad you had him. So glad. That being said Steve's funeral was on Thursday, and then despite how everyone else felt you attended Marissa's as well.

Maybe it was to see how her family saw her before she lost her child, maybe it was to try and get to know her for who she had been, or maybe it was so you could put a face to the woman who'd killed so many people.

It was closed casket for her, but the pictures showed enough. As for Steve's, well you felt terrible. Seeing his wife and two daughters, it broke your heart.

You offered your condolences and Mrs. Groves held you for a long time. She thanked you for being there for him in his final moments.

Spencer waited for you both times, ready to hold you as you sobbed.

You never understood how Spencer could do this, see people die, day in and day out but you loved him for it.

Standing on your tip toes you pecked him on the lips.

"Let's go home?" You asked and nodded walked around the car and opening your door.

"Let's go home." He confirmed kissing your cheek.

#criminal minds #spencer x reader #Spencer Reid x reader #reid x reader #criminal minds imagine

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twilightdruig · 3 years

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talking to the moon

pairing/s: fred weasley x clearwater!fem!reader, percy weasley x penelope clearwater

summary: when fred finds himself running from flich, he ends up in the astronomy tower where he finds out who his comfort person could be.

warnings: ravenclaw!reader, just fluff really, kind of slow burn.

a/n: unedited!! my first fred fic! i kinda hate this btw :)

y/n clearwater remembered when her sister finally got a boyfriend. not only were their mom proud of her for getting a boyfriend but their dad also being proud because she became the ravenclaw prefect.

y/n on the other hand, she was the troublemaker, the least favorite child, and the misfit. she would use her smarts for something else.

y/n had friends, sure, but she also had rivals. the weasley twin, the more known pranksters of hogwarts. they’ve been each other’s targets for the longest time.

only a few people knew the mysterious and mischievous ravenclaw girl. she spent time either alone or with her only close friend, ally. people did know a few things about her. she was one of the brightest witches of her age (a very close contest to hermione), she loved to mess with people heads and she was a compulsive liar.

she’d spend her time either reading, people watching or star gazing. people thought she was weird.

y/n on the other hand, she was the troublemaker, the least favorite child, and the misfit. she would use her smarts for something else.

she had friends, sure, but she also had rivals. the weasley twins, the more known pranksters of hogwarts. they’ve been each other’s targets for the longest time.

only a few people knew the mysterious and mischievous ravenclaw girl. she spent time either alone or with her only close friend, ally. people did know a few things about her. she was one of the brightest witches of her age (a very close contest to hermione granger), she loved to mess with people heads and she was a compulsive liar.

she’d spend her time either reading, people watching or star gazing. people thought she was weird.

“there she goes again, georgie…” fred sarcastically gushed. their eyes followed the figure that was going up to the astronomy tower.

“you keep that up, i’ll start to think you fancy her” george teased his twin brother

fred fake gagged at that.

little did george know, fred’s been smitten with her every since.

there was an opportunity right there. percy was dating her sister. he would’ve thought they’d share a disgust in that relationship but then again, y/n was mysterious, lonely and a little bit intimidating.

although, she’s been causing a tad bit of mischief around, she’s never actually properly talked to the twins. which was surprising to everyone, they’d thought fred weasley and y/n clearwater would’ve been a great golden couple.

their siblings being the prefects who snogged while doing rounds.

one night, fred was setting up a prank while he let george spend the night sleeping. as per usual, he snuck out of his dorm, avoided filch, whom was roaming the corridors.

he found himself running to the direction of the astronomy tower. he didn’t think, he just ran. not once did it cross his mind y/n would be there. he kind of knew she was there every night but that didn’t matter right now.

he didn’t know how but filch heard some of his footsteps nearby. he ran and ran. he was climbing up the stairs of the astronomy tower.

when he was at the very top, he finally lost filch. he didn’t notice a figure sitting by the edge.

y/n was wrapped in an oversized jumper and her hair was in pigtails. she was quite surprised when someone climbed up here. it was late and no one ever encountered her when she was in her zone.

“uh… hey,” fred panted. he didn’t know who it was. it never registered in his head that y/n came up here until the last minute.

“fred.” she turned around.

“hey”

“you already said that” she silently giggled “you alright?” she remembered he was panting and speaking breathlessly.

“yeah, yeah,” he made a hand gesture signifying he was fine “filch” he pointed his thumb behind him, by the stairs.

“i wonder why” she rolled her eyes, the sarcastic comment rolling off her tongue.

“clearwater, right?”

“is that sarcasm?” she narrowed her eyes.

“kind of yes, and no. i don’t exactly know you personally, and yes, your sister has an awful taste in men”

“awful taste in men is right” she laughed.

they continued to converse for the rest of the night. they both forgot they were rivals that night.

the next morning came and they woke up in their respective dorms. she passed luna lovegood by the common room.

her and luna were very good friends. they were known as the weirdos from ravenclaw. neither did you care.

luna was such a pretty soul. who couldn’t love her?

“hello, y/n.” her feathery voice interrupted her thoughts.

“hey there, luna” she waved back.

they walked each other to the great hall. everyone was bustling around, eating, or conversing. luna left to find harry or neville, she wasn’t exactly sure.

the weasley twins also came over to the ravenclaw table. she didn’t know which one of them it was but one was helping the other talk to a girl.

y/n and one of them (probably fred) shared eye contact and it may be unspoken but they’ll most definitely see each other very soon.

they did in fact see each other that night. it was the second night you spent not being rivals. people also may have noticed she weren’t pulling as much pranks as you were before.

summer came along, right after percy and penelope’s graduation. the weasley’s invited the clearwater sisters even if percy was reluctant if he wanted his girlfriend (and girlfriend’s sister) to meet his chaotic family.

now, penelope and y/n were standing in front of a slightly slanting, talk wooden house in the middle of a field.

the door burst open as a plump redheaded woman emerged from said door. ‘this must be mrs. weasley’ y/n thought.

“hi, dearies,” she pulled the sisters in for a hug “i’m mrs. weasley! please do call me molly.”

“hi, molly. thank you so much for inviting me and my sister to stay here!” penelope exclaimed.

“yes! thank you for inviting us” y/n exclaimed as well, right after penny’s elbow jabbed her in the ribs.

when molly went back in the house, them following not far behind. “that hurt penny” y/n whispered.

“sorry! i just didn’t want her to have a bad impression on us. especially, you. she barely knows you”

“boys! ginny! hermione! our guests are here!”

the sound of multiple footsteps rattling the stairs could be heard from y/n’s position at the door. there was a small sign that said ‘the burrow’, a small living room, a dining table that was connected to the kitchen. the house felt cozy and homey.

after she examined the area, two tall, identical twins, who grew their hair, appeared in front of her “fred,” she nodded to one twin “george.” she nodded to the other.

she figured penelope was somewhere spending time with her boyfriend.

y/n sure was surprised to see the twins with longer hair and longer legs. they still looked good, though.

wait, did she just call the twins attractive?! no way. no. she shook the thought off. molly told her and penny they’ll be staying in ginny’s room with ginny and hermione. she took her bags up their so she could get settled in.

after she did, she was found outside, reading a book by a large tree. she and hermione were there before ginny and ron called her in.

nighttime arrived, the weasleys and their guests ate under the moonlight with fairy lights around their yard. it was a beautiful sight, a happy family, under the stars and moon and galaxy.

she sat in between penny and hermione. she was very comfortable with hermione. they never really conversed before today, they learned they had so much in common from books to favorite subjects.

after eating, all the girls helped molly wipe the tables and clean the dishes while the boys packed up the tables. molly was making them practice muggle cleaning and organizing. it was obvious they didn’t like it.

y/n proposed she help the boys, because she knew a fair amount of muggle knowledge. it was one of her best classes, after all.

fred has been sending her longing looks and winks all day. while degnoming the backyard and playing quidditch with his siblings. he kept looking at her under the shade of the tree.

before she went back in fred approached her and slipped a little piece of paper in her pocket.

‘meet me at the bottom of the abandoned treehouse in the back at 11:30pm’

it’d be like the astronomy tower.

when it struck 11:30pm, y/n made sure all her roommates were fast asleep before slowly tiptoeing out the room and down the stairs. she slipped past a snoring and cuddling molly and arthur weasley in the living room and finally, out to the backyard. she walked over to the abandoned treehouse and waited for a bit until fred emerged from the same door she came through earlier.

“hey” he murmured when he approached where y/n was sitting on a stable step that was supposedly going up to the treehouse.

“hi there”

“what are you up to?”

“you told me to meet you here, you git”

“right, right” the two laughed.

comfortable silence feel upon them. “there was actually something i wanted to tell you”

you faced him, “oh?”

“yeah”

“okay, go on. spit it out, freddie” the nickname just came out naturally from her tongue.

it gave fred butterflies, for some reason. actually, he did know what ‘some reason’ was.

“i- um…” he stammered.

“do i make fred,” she poked his side “nervous?”

“yeah. you do” he grabbed her hand. he looked up at the star-littered sky and the moon.

“what?” she faltered.

“you make me nervous, y/n.” he looked back at her “the thing is, i fancy you. you’re gorgeous, funny, smart, weird and mysterious and i love all of that about you”

y/n smiled. “i fancy you too, fred”

“oh, thank merlin” he chuckled “i had to ask percy and your sister for advice.”

“oh… well, did it work?”

“oh, i didn’t use it. i just went with my gut like i did that first night.”

they laid there, underneath the galaxy. the stars and moon looking down at them, seeing young true love.

#hogwarts #harry potter #fred weasley fic #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x ravenclaw!reader

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amethystpath-writes · 3 years

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Too Smart for Your Own Good

Files. Where did Leader keep the files? Not the employee files, but- well, shit. As Assistant thought about it, having a closer look at the employee files might help in connecting the dots, too.

The number of casualties was increasing at a slope too steep for Assistant’s liking. First it was Sidekick, then Hero herself. Then Other Hero, and yet another, all within a measly two weeks. Four deaths in fourteen days.

It was unusual, wasn’t it? Usually when there was a death within the organization, members were instructed to train harder, but also to grieve. They weren’t sent back onto the field without a second of notice, nor were they so deliberately egged on to fight for vengeance.

No one even knew Leader had a connection with Sidekick until the day of their...passing. Leader had made an announcement from the intercom- surprising Assistant greatly since he usually made her do this- for all members of the facility to gather in the auditorium. Secretaries rushed to set up a podium before the crowd became too large.

Leader, of course, told everyone in the building about the unfortunate killing of Sidekick. His face was red as he spoke, and little could tell whether it was pain or anger until he screamed that if he didn’t have Villain’s head by the end of the month then he...then he would break down. He would quit his job.

The teams couldn’t afford losing Leader, and anyways, they were a bit pissed off at hearing Villain killed one of their own. Villain was an evil scrooge, one who made threats, but never acted on them- at least not until now that he killed Sidekick and was now butchering the rest of the organization.

Oddly enough, though, Villain was spotted creeping through street fairs in town, head down, tucked into his shirt. News reports said he was desperate, asking camera men to point the cameras away. Usually, he was very public, not caring who saw him where, yet never spoke aloud for the public didn’t deserve his attention.

Maybe he was scheming something and didn’t want his location to be known, but Villain was craftier than to walk out in the open, in crowds. This was something different. Villain was trying to hide. Not because various heroes of the organization were after him- he wasn’t frightened of them. He’d fight them- every single one of them- tooth and nail. Right now, though? Villain was scared, and it couldn’t be without a great reason.

Where Leader was at now, Assistant was only somewhat aware. He was downstairs, having another rally, detailing another death within the organization by a man who was hiding in crowds and begging newsmen to keep his location secret. It didn’t add up, not in the slightest, and yet Assistant was the only one who thought to sneak into Leader’s office to hopefully uncover the greatest scandal of all time. She wasn’t sure what the scandal was yet, but she knew Leader was up to...to something.

Two filing cabinets were left. Being Leader's assistant, she had the key to open them. Employee files had to be in here. Assistant had already checked the trash beforehand since several of the employees were supposedly killed. Maybe he would have no need for their information anymore. But they weren't in the overall company's trash cans, or even dumpsters, and they weren't in Leader's can by his desk. All that was left was these two filing cabinets.

With slightly trembling hands, Assistant pushed the key into the first's lock. It eased open with a series of clunks Assistant tried desperately to avoid. There was no way for filing cabinets to ever be silent, even if one were to grease the tracks. As a sign of caution, Assistant tossed her head back to make sure the door was as ever still as it had been before.

Within the cabinet laid a golden treasure- the employee files. And stacked right on top? Those who were just killed. Assistant wasted no time in pulling them out, pushing the cabinet shut, and locking it back up. She would read the files in the bathroom, where no one would suspect her, and when she was done, she’d sneak them back into Leader’s office. Hopefully, she wouldn’t find anything worth further investigation, but if she did...Assistant shook her head. If it were worthy of further investigation, then she would figure it out later. For now, she made her way to the door with the files tucked beneath her arm.

“Assistant?” The voice questioned her before she even opened the door all the way. She nearly slammed it shut in theory of being caught. Instead, she only sucked in a surprised breath and clutched the files closer as she eased the door open more.

“Leader, I- I hope the speech went well?” She followed his eyes to her arm and then past her- undoubtedly to the filing cabinets. “I took the liberty of cleaning out the clutter. Figured it might help- uh- relieve some of your stress, you know?”

Leader hummed, stepping into the room, and therefore causing Assistant to back awkwardly into the doorframe. So, she was dismissed?

“I presume you have a minute?” Leader had already rounded the desk himself, sitting in his office chair.

No, not really. “Of course, Sir.” Assistant walked away from the open door but was quickly asked to close it. She grimaced as she turned her back on Leader to do so. Keeping the files tucked beneath her arm, Assistant took a seat across from him like she intended to do with the door open. “Was there something you needed handled differently or...?”

“Those files, actually.”

This might be my only moment. Assistant grabbed the files, setting them in her lap. “Oh?” Flipping the top folder open, she continued, “I only took them because I saw-” Assistant gasped despite her previous efforts to remain calm. What she saw only confirmed any suspicion she had about Leader’s sudden and suspicious behaviours.

“The others didn’t suspect a thing.”

She looked up at the same time she stood from her seat, the remaining files sliding from her lap and onto the floor in a scattered mess of papers. The paper which sent her into such a frenzy stayed clutched in her hand. Assistant couldn’t help but to glance between the written word “terminated” and Leader himself. “You did it,” she said, and tears burned brilliantly in her eyes. “You killed them, all of them.”

“Too smart for your own good, Assistant.” Leader stood from his own seat, although much calmer than when Assistant had. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he stepped forward. “Clever of you, to clean out the garbage, but you see”- he gestured to the messy pile on the floor- “these files are the closest I have to trophies. A day will come when I die, and who would ever know that I single-handedly fooled an entire company into thinking I was the good guy if not for these papers? How would my legacy ever be known?”

“You’re sick,” Assistant said. “You’re sick, but- but it’s fine. I’ll speak to the head nurse and she’ll know what to-”

“What a shame! I really did like you, you know that? Such a selfless girl, one so willing to do anything- almost- and under any stressful time crunch.” Leader took another step forward and frowned as his assistant froze. “It’s a shame your file will be added on top of those- and I can’t even hire another assistant to pick them up from the floor where you tossed them. Say,” He smiled, reaching a hand towards the trembling girl. “Why don’t you pick them up for me? One last task before I lay you down? Do you prefer that term? I’ll put you down like a dog- how about that?”

******

Part 2 here

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vintagedolan · 3 years

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hiraeth: initial concept

*this is a concept train!! in short, that means you all send in asks and tell me what you wanna see! so feel free to send me in whatever you want to see happen (it would be awesome if you guys send them kinda in order of plot like not jumping way ahead or anything if you know what I mean hehe. anyways, hope you enjoy, and here is my askbox for concepts!! love yah!*

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1: The Valley Isle

“What makes Hawaiian shaved ice Hawaiian? Isn’t it just ice and syrup?”

“Well, every morning we go out and collect water from the waterfall in our backyard, and then we freeze it into ice cubes shaped like the islands, and then we shave each one special into our various menu sizes.”

“Really?!”

“No. Your total is $5.47.”

Koa looked up from the syrup station, reaching over and smacking Kahua’s arm.

“Dude. Do you want to get fired?” She kept her voice low so it didn’t travel past the window.

He just laughed and grabbed the banana syrup, finishing off the mound of ice and sticking a spoon in the side before passing it out the window to the woman who’d asked the question.

“Yes. My master plan is to get in trouble, blame it on you, get it put on your permanent record so you lose all your future jobs and have to stay here with me forever.”

“You act like you aren’t going to also be in LA in literally three months.”

“And you act like you aren’t leaving me here on this rock, alone, for three months,” Kahua countered, turning to switch out the withering ice block from the machine.

Koa looked out over the rainbow of syrups, taking in the view.

Her and Kahua had been calling Maui a rock for years - since third grade, to be precise. She didn’t say it often, and especially not to any tourists who were coming to visit. To them, Maui was paradise. Tropical, perfect weather, perfect beaches. Koa could see it. She understood the allure. But when she thought of her paradise, it came in the shape of a bustling city, of opportunities and new faces and places.

LA.

Kahua called it the haole’s dream. The white girl’s dream. Didn’t matter how many times he complained about being on the same island his whole life, he never really wanted to leave it. The fact that Koa wanted to was seen as borderline criminal by half her ohana, but she pushed their comments and insults aside.

There were only two opinions that she really cared about anyways.

First was Nahele; her older brother. She didn’t have to ask him what he thought - he’d moved to Texas as soon as he could, started up a food truck in Austin, named it 808 GRINDZ and brought every hawaiian cooking method he knew along with him. He’d been making a life for himself ever since then, and he was ecstatic when Koa told him she was moving. The thought of having family on the mainland, even halfway across the country, was comforting enough.

But the most important one? That was Amosa.

Amosa, who called her when he knew she’d be walking to her car after she clocked out.

“Hi Dad.”

“Kaikamahine, my girl. How was your shift?”

“Busy, but it was fine. They gave me a card for a free small everyday that you can have, but you gotta get the sugar free syrup when you use it.”

“Yeah yeah,” he laughed. Even over the phone, Koa could hear the waves in the background, and she knew where he was before he said it. “Come to the dock.”

“Did you book another tour?” She couldn’t keep the excitement out of her voice.

“Come to the dock,” he said, his quiet way of saying no. “I’ll see you soon. Aloha wau iā 'oe.”

“Love you too.”

The drive to the boat dock was short, and the parking lot was busy as ever. Koa passed the bigger boats, with their names in fancy script screen printed on the side. Their buoys and extra snorkel gear, the bars nestled in the middle of the deck, an extra incentive for the tourists to book with them. Everyone loves a mai tai after all.

The Honu Nai sat at her spot on the dock, the farthest to the left. She had three years on any other snorkel boat out there. Her bow was worn, paint sanded off by the salt and sun over time and travel through the waves. But the little drawing of the smiling turtle still shone through on the side, despite the fact that Koa had painted it almost 10 years ago.

Over the edge, Koa could see her father. He was cleaning, like usual, organizing all of the extra gear that he had on the boat. The kids section was scarce again, all the smaller sized wetsuits, snorkels and fins barely taking up a rack. Koa knew why - if there was ever a kid on his snorkel tour who couldn’t afford their own gear, he’d ‘lend’ it to them. Every kid deserves to see the underwater world, he would say. It changes you, shows you what life is really about.

Koa had been in the ocean since before she could walk. If she wasn’t where she was supposed to be, she was one of two places; either diving under a wave somewhere, or writing in her notebook. Or, one of her notebooks at least.

“No book today?” He asked when she jumped aboard.

“Already packed them up.”

Amosa couldn’t think about the suitcases in her room without the tears starting to form. He blinked them away and looked out to the sea of blue.

“Did you pack your snorkel gear?”

“Dad. You know I’m not going to see shit in the ocean in California,” she sighed, moving over to him and putting an arm around him.

“I know, I know. They have sea lions I’ve heard. Maybe they’ll be friendly.”

“I’ve heard they stink.” She laid her head on his shoulder gently, closing her eyes when he kissed her head.

“Well. We have 5 hours until you have to get to the airport, and I say that’s just enough time for one more run, hmmm?”

Koa didn’t want to. She couldn’t think of many things worse than having salt all over her skin for a 6 hour plane ride. But the excitement in his eyes was irresistible, so she simply nodded and offered him a smile, letting go so he could get them on their way out to the reef.

She sat on the bow as they headed out to sea, closed her eyes and soaked in the spray off the waves. Her dad laughed when they hit a particularly big one, cutting through the crest so much that it splashed up onto the deck. He used to do it on purpose when she was a little girl just to hear her giggle and have her running back to him.

They made it to their favorite place quickly, and Koa didn’t hesitate to put her mask on and get to work. She took the line and dove over the side, tying it to the anchor hook under the water before coming back up. Amosa dropped the ladder for her on the back, but she didn’t need it. She was watching the reef.

Moorish Idols. That’s what she wanted to see. They were second only to green sea turtles - honu in Hawaiian. But they were the most beautiful fish, with their delicate top fin that tapered off to a tail. She was always excited to find one and show the kids on tours. All she had to say was look for Gill from Finding Nemo and they were able to spot them. She floated for a while, watching the fish dart around, even spotting a small reef shark about 15 yards to the right before she decided to climb back in to see her dad.

He passed her a towel and smiled at her as she sat down. All he could do was look at her for a moment, taking her in. His baby girl, on the boat she’d practically grown up in for the last time in a while.

He put on his brave face, and forced his biggest smile. “You ready to go out there?”

Koa sighed.

“I don’t know how to tell.”

“You’ll do great. You’re capable, and it won’t be long until you’re writing your own books instead of writing for these… whatever boys.”

“Dolan. Their names are Ethan and Grayson Dolan.”

“Well, like I said. Soon it’ll be your stories out there instead of someone else’s, with your name instead of theirs.” He said it with such certainty that she couldn’t help but believe him. Maybe it was the salt water left over in her eyes, or the glare of the sun off the ocean, but she began to tear up.

“Thanks for always supporting me dad. It means the world. I’m sorry I have to go so far away, I wish I could stay.” It was true - she just needed the money from the Dolan’s to get herself started, and then she’d come back, help her father.

Amosa smiled.

“Kaikamahine, it’s just an ocean between us.” He reached out for her cheek. “And we know the ocean, don’t we.”

“She’s an old friend,” Koa said, her heart tight in her chest.

“Exactly. Now c’mon, let’s get you home and on your way.”

Across the ocean and 3 hour time change, Grayson Dolan was pacing.

“It’s gonna be fine.” Ethan said.

“Shut the fuck up Ethan,” Grayson said.

That was the extent of most of their conversations over the last three days. Actually, that’s how all of them had been since Ethan had signed a deal with their agent for a ghostwritten book about their lives.

“It’ll get more people connected to us, the right people-”

“Has it ever fucking occurred to you that I’m tired of that shit? That I’m tired of people prying into my fucking life? What if I don’t wanna connect with anyone else, what if I just wanna be left the fuck alone? But no, now we’re gonna have some fucking stranger asking us a million fucking questions and digging for information in my own fucking house where I just wanna exist.”

Ethan didn’t have an answer for that. He’d fucked up, and he knew it. But he also knew that he signed a contract, and there was no backing out of it now. Grayson rubbed his hand over his eyes.

“When does the writer get here?”

“She flies in tonight.”

“Fucking fantasic. Can’t wait.”

With that, Grayson walked back to his room, leaving his twin alone in the living room with his hands in his pockets.

#hiraeth #IM NERVOUS

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horrorslashergirl · 4 years

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Chromeskull with a reader who cleans up crime scenes. 😊

Chromeskull x Reader- You don’t dip the pen in the company ink

Finding jobs nowadays was a very hard challenge for you, especially because you didn't want to have mundane ones like a waitress or working at Walmart. No way were you going to put products on shelves for the rest of your life. You actually went to university and managed to make it into the homicide department, but didn't got the degree, so the dream stayed that way.

You searched for all kinds of jobs that you would use your pieces of information about what you learned in university. After half a year of switching from a shitty job to another, you got yourself involved in a more unorthodox environment.

Some years ago you wouldn't have thought of yourself that you would clean up crime scenes after a sadistic serial killer, but looks like life has drastic turns of event.

Your boss was to say...unusual. Despite his gruesome and carnage murders, he was always immaculate; suit clean and not even a wrinkle, Oxford shoes polished that you could see your reflection in them. He was vain, that much you could say, but he was also very generous, paying you fat stashes of money for cleaning up his mess.

You had to meet Jesse Cromeans just one time when you discussed what your future job is gonna mean. Spann was the one who contacted you and said there might be a job very well suited for someone with skills like yours.

After working for three months as Chromeskulls 'murderkeeper', you got so used to the gore, it didn't even faze you, you just put on the rubber gloves and scrubbed down guts and brain parts. Yes, you had a double life, and the problem was that relationships were out of the discussion.

You recalled your last date; the guy simply just humiliated you, making you feel like you were nothing. He was an asshole, a very big one, the perfect misogyny if you could say so and his words remained in your head.

'Don't sweat it, honey. You're nothing special.'

If we would have gone a few years back you would have rolled your eyes at such comments and probably threw the half-empty plate of food at his face, but in time you got more sensitive, the need to have someone genuinely care about you.

Currently, you were scrubbing down the bloody white tiles of a morgue room, your hair pulled into a ponytail to avoid getting it coated in blood.

That's how your life turned to be like; cleaning up after a killer. Just great.

After you were done, you put all the substances and rags into your suitcase along with your gloves and turned around to leave, making sure to leave a message to Spann about how everything was done.

A squeak left your lips as your eyes meet the 6'7 man leaning on the doorframe of the morgue, arms crossed over his chest, the skull mask sending shivers down your spine.

You still weren't used to him, because most of the exchanging information was with Spann, so this was just the second time seeing Jesse or better known as Chromeskull.

"H-Hey." you muttered, avoiding his gaze.

He pulled out his phone and began to type.

'Hello to you too. I see you're done. Good job.'

The words made you feel a little tingly inside, mostly because you have been never praised for your work or anything else you've done in your life, so being complimented by a serial killer was really something.

"That's my job. Now excuse me....I-I have to go." you said in a shaky voice, taking steps towards him because he was standing in front of the exit.

'Why the rush? Got to be somewhere?'

No, you didn't have anywhere exactly to be, all you were doing was work and stay home, simple as that.

"N-No...I'm just...tired."

It was a lame excuse, but you weren't that good with human contact or socializing, you spend more time with corpses and what they remained of them than an actual living human.

'I am bothering you?'

You looked up at Jesse quickly.

"N-No! I mean...I-I'm not that used to....talking." you replied, rubbing your arms nervously.

You could see Jesse's shoulders moving up and down in a form of what you presumed was chuckling.

'Surprises me. If I could talk I wouldn't probably stop.'

That one made you laugh a little, it was short, but it brought a sense of humor to you. One thing about Jesse was that he never played the victim, despite his lack of voice...and face, he acted all confident.

'Seriously. What's bothering you?'

You didn't answer, you just looked to the side, avoiding to look at him, not sure if you could trust your own voice.

'Not enough money? I could double it if you want. Or do you want more free days? I can work something out.'

None of them was a problem, the money was just the perfect amount for the work you were performing and you wouldn't know what to do with extra free days.

"Everything is perfect...Can I go now?" you told and asked him, your eyes looking up at him with a tiny bit of anxiety.

He silently sighed and stepped aside for you to exit, which you did, not sparing him another glance. He looked as you got inside your car and drove away.

After that little 'meeting', Jesse spoke to Spann to keep a close eye towards you. He was just very vigilant, mainly because he had been backstabbed in the past and didn't want someone who worked for him to go against him for any reason. He wasn't necessarily suspicious of you, he just had a feeling that you were more than meets the eye.

So far, everything was fine, until one day that he got a video call from Spann, that you wanted to quit the job. That really took him by surprise, and he felt a little backstabbed, to be honest. He made sure you had everything a perfect job has; enough money to not worry about living another day, a car, and you never once nagged about anything, so why this sudden choice?

Let's just say that Jesse didn't take well your choice in leaving him and the organization, and his office had to suffer the most; Spann knew better than to get in front of Jesse when his wrath was at high levels. Letting him cool down was a very wise choice because you don't want to get in front of a bull that sees red.

Spann watched the destroyed office, furniture all across the room, broken and the walls cracked probably from fists being thrown. Her eyes watched Jesse's form storm down the hallway and she sighed; she did tell you not to leave.

You were packing your stuff, some clothes, and necessities, nothing too much; you were going back to New York and hopefully start all over and forget about Florida and all your life here. You wanted a change, for the better and for yourself. As you folded your clothes you heard your door to your apartment open and your brows furrowed, wondering if you locked it or not.

Leaving your opened luggage on the bedroom floor, you stepped into the living room, your eyes meeting the unmasked face of your former boss, who didn't have a happy look on his scarred face. His visible brown eye looked from you to the opened bedroom door, seeing the suitcases, then he turned his gaze back to you.

'Leaving somewhere?' The electronic voice broke the silence between the two of you.

You gulped down but decided that it's better to stand your ground than act like his scared victims, you knew he feed on such emotions.

"I did say I quite." you replied, your head held high and never breaking eye contact with him, and his lips pulled into a snarl, his hands clenched by his side and you almost thought he would break the electronic reader in his hand.

'I say when you quite.'

Jesse was known among the organization to hold a very high authority and being very territorial of everything he owned and that included you. That moment started when you accepted the job.

"I'm my own leader. I do have the freedom to choose." you retorted back, taking a step towards him, probably not a good decision, because at this very moment Jesse was very unstable.

'Really? You were going to New York to start off as part of the homicide department?'

Busted! There was no surprise how easy Jesse could get the desire information he needed and wanted, about anything and that included your little plan.

"I wasn't going to snitch on you!" you screamed back at him, your face morphed into a glare, challenging his own.

He took steps towards you until you two very inches away from each other, the tension between the two of you could be cut with a knife.

"Why do you care?!" you screamed up into his face, annoyed with his childish attitude.

Before you could give him another piece of your mind, you felt lips crash against yours, your eyes widening as he started to back you up, until your spine connected with the wall behind you.

The kiss was anything but gentle, full of biting, teeth crashing together, and tongue pushing against yours; it was a kiss full of rage and frustration. You wanted to push him back and call him all kinds of names, but when his hands groped your thighs and hoisted you up, you weren't so sure anymore.

It was mostly because you hadn't felt this kind of touches in a long time and being touch-starved for so long, really fucked up your brain.

The next thing you knew was that your back meets the mattress of your bed and clothes were flying by, the whole night is a blur of pure possessive fucking, hair fisted and your face being pushed into your pillow as Jesse took everything from you; sweat and blood from biting to hard on your skin.

The morning after was to say it, awkward, as humiliating as fucking your boss, or was it, former boss?

You were laying on your side, the white sheets tangled between your legs and one fully tattooed forearm wrapped around your waist, making sure you wouldn't disappear.

'I hate to be refused.'

You scoffed, not wanting to turn around.

"I still don't understand." you muttered, and you felt his grip on you tighten.

'You will in time.' That was his only response.

If only you knew, you both were in the same predicament; you were feeling alone and deprived of any form of touch or affection, and Jesse had been lonely ever since his wife died.

Sharing a bed with someone who knows how you feel is a rare occasion.

#Laid to rest 2009 #Chromeskull: Laid to rest 2 #Chromeskull #chromeskull x reader #Jesse Cromeans #jesse cromeans x reader #slasher x reader #horror movies

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 4 years

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Okay for the one shots for some reason I want to read something with “why has god forsaken me???!!!” But like a sick fic. That’s really confusing sorry!

This one was pushing the 1,000-word limit with 994 words but you asked for a sickfic? You got a sickfic!

(Vomiting warning- if that bothers you, you may want to give this one a miss.)

The second Peter spotted one of the sporadically placed benches that could be found along the school's wide corridors he dropped down onto it and groaned. His nose kept catching an occasional whiff of the little bit of vomit that had made it onto his shirt and it was making him feel nauseous all over again and he just wanted to go home.

He'd already tried to call May but she was at work and probably wouldn't find his messages until well after lunch. That left Tony as his only other potential way out and he had no idea if that would work or not. Either way, he tapped his mentor's contact number and hoped that the man would answer.

"Hey, Kid! Shouldn't you be in school?" Tony asked the moment the lines connected. It was unusual for Peter to contact him during class hours and even then, it was typically a text. He couldn't fathom what a mid-Tuesday-morning call would be about.

"I am. I'm just not in class right now," Peter miserably explained before pausing slightly. He was suddenly hesitant about his request. "I wanted to ask you something"

"Sure," Tony instantly replied. "What's up?"

Peter cringed as he thought about the last ten minutes of his life and then sighed. "Well, Mr. Stark, I was wondering, you know, just out of curiosity, if say, there was a day that didn't feel great at school and threw up in the hallway because I couldn't make it to the bathroom in time, then ran around the corner before anyone could see the mess but decided I was too miserable to walk all the way to the office so I laid down on a bench in front of the janitors closest only to realize that my shirt was gross and making me feel worse... would you perhaps be able to come and get me?" he nervously rambled. "I mean if May couldn't."

Tony, despite his niggling concern, huffed a laugh. "Those are some oddly specific circumstances there, kiddo. Are you okay?" he asked, already gesturing for FRIDAY To save his work.

"Could you?" Peter pressed while resisting the urge to whine. That was not the answer he was looking for. It wasn't an answer at all, really and it was frustrating.

"Yeah, kid. I would say that even if just one of those things came up and May wasn't unavailable, I could definitely come and get you," Tony apprehensively replied and he could hear Peter sigh in relief. That alone told him everything else he needed to know. "Do you perchance need me to grab you a clean shirt and head that way?"

"If you don't mind, that would be really awesome, Mr. Stark," Peter said, grateful beyond measure that he wasn't going to have to stay at school much longer.

"I'll be there soon," Tony said softly and then another thought crossed his mind causing him to change his tone to something more teasing. "Wait, am I going to have to track down the janitor's closet or can you meet me in the office?"

"I'll be in the office," Peter said and then pulled himself up and forced his seemingly heavy legs to carry him towards the front of the building.

Tony arrived quickly as promised with a shirt in one hand and a plastic bag in the other. Peter swapped clothing in the nurse's office and as soon as they got outside, the man opened the passenger-side door for him and tried to hand over a second bag. "What's that for?" he asked in mild confusion.

"It's precautionary," Tony replied sounding equally baffled. "I don't want you throwing up in my car"

"There's nothing left to throw up, Mr. Stark," Peter half-whined in response.

Tony rolled his eyes and unceremoniously shoved the bag into the boy's hands. "Just humor me," he requested right before he closed the door. From there, it only took six minutes for him to be glad that he'd insisted. He could hear the rustling beside him followed by several heaves. "Jesus. I thought you said there was nothing left."

"There shouldn't be," Peter breathlessly replied before burying his face in the bag again. "I swear, I'm throwing up my organs at this point. Why has God forsaken me!"

As soon as he felt as though he could, Peter leaned back in the seat with a whimper He'd not been sick in quite some time but he was sure that it had never felt so terrible. Everything hurt. From his hair to his toenails. "I'm not being dramatic, Mr. Stark. I'm literally about to die,"

Having braked at a stoplight, Tony reached over to rub the kid's slumped back. "You're fine, kiddo.

Stop being so dramatic."

"No, you're not. You're gonna be fine," Tony chuckled, not saying anything else until the tower came into view. "Look, we're almost there. You can go straight to your room and put on your jammies. Then I'll come and tuck you in. Maybe I'll even read you a story if you think you can keep the theatrics to a minimum."

Peter nodded his head and curled up in his seat, still clutching the sick bag. "M'kay, that sounds good," he said, already anticipating the comfort of his bed and the soothing sound of his mentor's voice. Part of him knew that was childish but he was so sick and exhausted at the moment that he wasn't sure he cared.

"Really?" Tony asked with a laugh. He'd been fully expecting the kid to balk at the idea of being tucked into bed and read to. Though he wasn't planning on taking it back. Especially not after the teenager miserably hummed in the positive while looking up at him with big, soft, pleading eyes. He just ran his fingers thought he boy's hair, smiled and looked him fondly in the eyes. "Oh, kid... I thought I told you to keep the theatrics to a minimum."

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backtothestart02 · 4 years

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Hot to the Touch - 7/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: Fake dating trope, anyone? Here it comes! (Only one chap left of this story!)

Commissioned by @andie1223

Also for @izzyllewis for our fics-for-icons arrangement.

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Chapter 7 -

Another couple months passed, and with the change in season came a shift in Barry and Iris’ relationship. Barry never initiated these changes, because he was afraid he might lose her if he tried to change anything that might solidify them as more of a couple than an ongoing booty call. It was hard not to get excited though when she made changes.

He was quiet about his reaction to her suggestions every time, just taking it in stride as what she wanted to do. He was a complete doormat when it came to her, and maybe that was a bad thing, but so far he couldn’t see any downside to the way their dynamic was progressing.

First, it was little things. Like, Iris would suggest meeting up earlier in the day too on occasion. She’d say it was because she was extra horny that day, but in truth it wasn’t just that. She missed him. Barry was immediately okay with that, as she suspected he might be, and when he didn’t press for a relationship, she started bringing lunch with her to their afternoon trysts. They’d usually start getting it on halfway through the meal, but that was fine with both of them. They seemed stuck in the honeymoon phase of whatever relationship this was, and they found no problem with that.

Next, and this was kind of a big one, Iris started talking to Barry about his day. At first it was just to see if Becky had made another appearance, and if she should be doing something to combat whatever she was throwing at Barry. But after it became clear that Barry hadn’t had that many more interactions with his ex – all which were flops on Becky’s end – Iris found she genuinely liked knowing what the rest of his life was about other than just how good he could fuck her. Eventually, Barry returned the favor and started asking Iris about her days too. She found she liked the attention and fully opened herself up to gushing and venting about any and everything going on with her.

By the time Thanksgiving break arrived, they were so close and connected, it felt agonizing to be apart for even a weekend.

“So, what are your Thanksgiving plans?” Barry asked her, as she watched her button up her blouse from his recent face dive between her breasts.

Iris shrugged, smiling as she sensed his stare, almost tempted to unbutton her top again just to see the look on his face.

“Strained,” she admitted, to which Barry frowned.

“Why’s that?”

“Well, my mom and dad split up when I was 13. I told you that. My mom took my little brother, and my dad kept me. Things are tense between them when we see each other on the holidays already, but a few months ago my dad started dating again.”

“Ah. Let me guess. She’s coming to Thanksgiving.”

“Yep.”

“So, both your mom and your dad’s girlfriend will be in the same room?”

“Uh-huh. And my brother is very much a mama’s boy, so he probably won’t be on his best behavior. He’s had some anger issues in school due to the split. The fact that our dad chose to stay divorced and start dating again instead of trying to work things out with our mom hit him hard. And he takes it out on me because he’s afraid to take it out on our dad, afraid of what he’ll do.”

Barry frowned. “What might he do?”

“Well, my dad wouldn’t hurt a fly. He’s been reaching out to Wally for years in fact, but my brother rejects him every time. I don’t know what he expects at this point.”

“Hmm. Sounds like you need a buffer.”

She smiled, swooning at his implied suggestion.

“Thanks, but I am the buffer.”

His brows furrowed in confusion.

“There’s a possibility Cecile, my dad’s girlfriend, will bring her daughter, Joanie. She’s about Wally’s age and obviously very protective of her mother. I don’t know what the situation is with the dad in their family, but if she brings her…” She shook her head, overwhelmed.

“Chaos.”

She laughed. “Yes, chaos, exactly.”

“Sounds like you need a distraction at the dinner table.”

Iris gnawed at her bottom lip.

“Well, I was thinking of asking Linda to join me, but then…her family goes up north for the holidays, and I don’t think she has a good excuse to not join them this year. Especially after she’s done so well academically this semester.”

“And where does your family have their holiday get-togethers?”

“At my dad’s house in Central City.” She paused, debating, then asked. “You?”

“My parents’ place in Central City.”

“Anyone difficult coming to yours?”

“Just my granddad probably. He adores my mother and loves that my dad is a doctor, but I don’t think he’s real impressed with my accomplishments so far. He thinks I can do so much more than be a CSI with the brain I’ve got, but I don’t really care. It’s what I want to do.”

Iris was immediately turned on by his confidence.

“You really don’t care?”

“Well, of course it’d be great to get his stamp of approval and have him be proud of me, but I don’t need it. My friends Cisco and Caitlin support me and so do my parents.”

“And so do I,” Iris chimed in, smiling brightly and warming Barry’s tummy.

“Iris West,” he propositioned, looking at her gravely. She was still smiling as if all was right in the world. “Will you be my fake girlfriend for Thanksgiving dinner?”

She thought she’d be mortified. She truly believed it would feel like he was pushing her into something she was not ready for and maybe never would be. But this was fake dating, and only for one night. Surely she could manage that. And it would make their prospective dinners easier to endure by far.

“Barry Allen, I would love to.”

That got her a kiss full on the lips, and she giggled helplessly.

The words I love you floated onto her tongue, but she stopped them before they pushed past her lips. It made her still though, and she fought to come up with an excuse so Barry wouldn’t find her sudden tension too odd or related to his recent request.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Uh…nothing. I just remembered something.”

His furrowed brows told her she better come up with something good, and fast.

“I…have to bake a pie.” She paused. “For Thanksgiving.” She paused again. “Sweet potato pie.”

“Sounds yummy. Can I help?”

She smiled, and they both relaxed again.

“And get a free taste before everyone else?” She shook her head. “Uh-uh. I don’t think so.”

He grinned and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“The only thing I want a free taste of is you.”

He lowered his head and nuzzled her face before swooping in for another kiss. Iris wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, moaning against the sweet pressure of his lips.

“You can have that any time,” she mumbled, and deepened the kiss, losing herself in him for a long while until they had to come up for air and go their separate ways.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, boyfriend.”

He grinned like an excited schoolboy caught in a candy store.

“See you tomorrow, girlfriend.”

She laughed at that, waved, and let herself out of the bookstore. A few minutes later, once she was out of sight, he left too.

Iris West was going to be his girlfriend - even if only for one night.

He liked the sound of that.

…

Barry and Iris didn’t meet that night at the bookstore, because they both needed to pack up and drive to their perspective families’ homes. A light snow started to fall within an hour, so the drive to the West and Allen houses took even longer.

Iris was grateful when she finally arrived at her dad’s. She parked in the driveway next to his car, gathered her purse and overnight bags and headed towards the house. She was proud of herself for wearing her fall boots, since the snow was starting to accumulate on the ground. She slipped on her gloves and hat before approaching the house and then knocked lightly on the wooden door. She had to do it a second time and started to worry because of it, but then the door swung open and a bright smile spread across the man before her.

“Baby girl.”

“Hey, Dad.”

She smiled, stepped up into the house and hugged him tightly.

“Oh, I haven’t seen you in ages.” He pulled back to take her in and then stepped aside. “You must be freezing. Come on in. I’ve started a fire in the fireplace. We’ll have you warmed up in no time.”

Shrugging out of her light jacket and other snow-covered items, Iris set her bags at the foot of the stairs and followed her dad into the living room. The place was usually a mess with the man was left there all by himself, but there was not a single speck in sight. The house was immaculate. It had been cleaned with vacuum, broom, and mop, dusted and organized. Iris hadn’t seen it so nice since before her mom moved out.

“Wow, Dad, this looks nice.”

“Thanks.”

He stopped and looked around, as if he hadn’t been responsible for the entire thing.

“I had some extra time on my hands and figured it would be nice for the holidays if my belongings were actually put away and not just stacked in the corner of every room.”

He chuckled lightly, and Iris joined him.

“You thought correct.”

“So, you want to get into something warm and we’ll watch a movie? I’m all set up for tomorrow, so we can just relax tonight.”

“Sounds good…”

“Why do I get the feeling you have something you’re not telling me?”

She laughed a little nervously.

“It’s not much, really. I just, um, I have a boyfriend now?”

His jaw dropped.

“And I was kinda hoping it’d be okay to bring him to dinner tomorrow?”

“When did this happen?” he asked, astonished. “I mean, of course putting one more seat at the table is no big deal, but I thought you would’ve told me you met someone. Especially after what happened with…”

She nodded. “Yeah, I know.”

“I just thought you swore off all relationships for the indefinite future.”

She laughed. “I did, but…”

“This one got under your skin?” He smirked.

She felt herself gasp and realized just how true her dad’s words were.

“Something like that.”

He smiled. “Well, I can’t wait to meet him. What’s his name?”

“Barry,” she said. “Barry Allen.”

“And what’s his five-year plan?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Dad.” She rolled her eyes, and he chuckled.

“I’m kidding of course.” He paused for a moment before asking, “But what’s his major?”

She laughed. “Dad!”

“I can’t help it. Your dad wants to know! Will you tell him?”

She shook her head, her eyes alight with laughter.

“Fine, fine… Well, actually…” She frowned. “I don’t even know what his major is.” She laughed. “Something sciencey though. He wants to be a CSI.”

“Oh…very interesting. We don’t have enough of those around. He’d fit in real nicely at CCPD after he graduates.”

“Daaad.” She rolled her eyes again.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He held up his hands in surrender. “No more future talk. Why don’t you get in some comfy clothes and I’ll put in a feel-good movie for us for when you get down. Dinner’s almost ready. We can eat that while we’re watching.”

“Sounds like a plan.” She got up and walked towards the stairs, then stopped and faced her dad who was busily searching for a specific movie in the cubby beneath the TV. “Thanks, Dad,” she said, and he lifted his head to look at her.

“For what?”

She shrugged. “For being you.”

He smiled, and she returned it, then headed up the stairs with her bags and put on something warm and comfy for the night ahead.

…

Barry yawned when he woke up in his childhood bed the next morning. He’d had a nice evening with his parents, watching home movies and finishing up some last-minute cleaning in the house. His parents were ecstatic to see him, and even more surprised about his announcement that he was bringing a girlfriend to the house for Thanksgiving dinner. They didn’t mind, of course, and they were excited to see who he was bringing, but he decided to keep it a secret until she showed up. He said he’d be going to her family’s Thanksgiving dinner first and would introduce her properly after that.

As the day waned on, Barry started to feel nervous about his “date” at Iris’. He’d waited months to be on an official date with her. And even if this was just pretend and her whole family would be present with them, it still felt very real.

He wondered then if they should’ve discussed how they met and decided to start dating, what they liked about each other, etc. They most definitely should not include sex as part of the story. On Thanksgiving of all times with other controversial things in play, especially at her dinner, that was simply out of the question.

He needed to call her and sort this out.

He pulled out his phone, selected her name in his contacts list and waited for her to pick up.

“Hello?” came a man’s deep voice, and suddenly he worried that she had a boyfriend back home who wanted to know who this ‘Barry’ was calling his girlfriend.

Chills erupted over him, as well as some slight anger. At himself and borderline at Iris. Why would she have a boyfriend and secretly be sneaking around with him for the past three months? It didn’t make sense. Of course it didn’t. What was he thinking? Why would he jump to that conclusion immediately?

“Dad!” He heard in the background on the phone. “Give it to me.”

The deep voice sounded fainter when Barry heard it again.

“I just want to talk to the young man. Find out his intentions!”

“Dad, no! Give it to me! Not on our- Daaaad!”

And that’s when Barry breathed a sigh of relief. It was her dad.

He smiled.

“Barry?” Iris’ voice came on. “Barry, are you still there?”

“I’m here.” He chuckled, smiling brightly.

“It’s not funny,” she said.

“Eh…it’s a little funny,” he said.

She rolled her eyes and smiled.

“So, what’s up?” she asked, walking into another room. “You aren’t cancelling on me, are you?”

“No, not at all!” he was quick to say. “I was just thinking….um…”

“What?”

“Maybe we should discuss our backstory?”

“Our backstory?” She sounded confused.

“You know, how we met, why we decided to start dating, some cute story the family will want to hear…”

“Oh. Right.”

By the sound of her voice, Barry sensed she hadn’t even thought of it.

“I just thought of it now.”

“Well, I think it’s simple enough.”

“It is?”

“Yeah. I mean, just take the sex out of the equation.”

His laugh was strained. “Meaning?”

She sighed. “Meaning, we met at a bookstore and hit it off at a party.”

“And for a cute story?”

She licked her lips. “Um… I sent a cute text to you in the middle of the open house?”

“A ‘cute’ text, huh?” He smirked.

“Stop!” She laughed. “They don’t need to know the details.”

He laughed harder.

“Barry Allen, I swear, if you don’t-”

But he couldn’t stop laughing. She waited until he was under control.

“Okay, okay, sorry.”

“It’s all right.” There was a smile in her voice. “So, see you later?”

“Five o’clock, sharp.”

“See you then.”

“Goodbye, Iris.”

“Bye, Barry.”

Click.

…

Iris sent Barry the address to her dad’s place half an hour before dinner started. She didn’t know what she expected, but Barry showing up fifteen minutes later with a golden-yellow bouquet of flowers for her certainly hadn’t been it.

“Barry, I take it?” Her dad asked, coming up behind Iris at the front door.

Barry’s eyes bulged at the size of the man, even though they were roughly the same height. He nodded and held out his hand to shake it.

“Mr. West.”

They shook hands.

“Call me Joe,” Iris’ dad said. “I like to keep things casual in this house, especially during the holidays.”

Barry grinned. “Joe.”

“Oh, come on in,” Iris said, grabbing Barry’s arm and pulling him into the house.

She showed him where to take off his shoes, and she took his coat to hang up in the closet at the end of the hall. She gave him a short tour of their home, and as politely as she could, introduced him to her mother, brother, her dad’s girlfriend, and her dad’s girlfriend’s daughter. There were a few other relatives too, but Barry wouldn’t remember their names or their significance later, so Iris only very quickly introduced them before circling back to the fireplace and standing there with Barry until dinner was ready.

“Is that everybody?” Barry joked.

“Everybody here,” Iris said, reaching for his hands to play with his fingers.

Barry lowered his voice and started to lean in.

“I’ve missed you, Iris.”

She caught her breath in her throat.

“It’s only been a day.”

“Still missed you,” he said, and pressed a kiss to her cheek to avoid being scolded.

Apparently it was too far even at that.

“Eww, Gross. PDA,” Wally said in a monotone voice. “Mom, Iris is making out with her boyfriend.”

Barry lifted his head and raised his eyebrows. Wally was playing his Gameboy in his hands, only faintly aware of how close they were and what had actually transpired.

Francine walked over and gave the two of them a look but seemed to understand that her son had exaggerated.

“Put the game away, Wally. We’re with family today.”

“Some family.” He rolled his eyes. But he got up and stuffed his game into his coat pocket in the hallway closet and proceeded to linger in the kitchen, looking for something to eat.

“Iris,” Francine started, but Iris cut in.

“It was a kiss on the cheek, mom. Brief and insignificant,” she said, even though her heart was still racing from the brush of his lips.

Francine nodded, pretty much convinced.

“And what are you majoring in, Barry?”

He smiled lazily, expecting the question.

“I want to be a CSI,” he said. “I like forensics.”

“Oh, very interesting.” She paused, and Barry knew it wasn’t as interesting to her as she had said. Still, it hardly mattered. Iris was beside him holding his hand. “How did you two meet?”

“At a bookstore,” Iris smoothly said. “We bumped into each other in the same section.”

“And what section was that?”

“Mystery-”

“Romance-”

Francine turned with curiosity to her daughter’s boyfriend who had offered up the latter genre.

“Romance, Barry?”

He blushed fiercely.

“Who doesn’t love a good love story?”

She smiled slowly. “Good answer.” Then she walked away.

Iris was on the verge of laughter when Barry finally looked back at her.

“What?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

She looped her arm through his and led him into the dining room. Dinner was just about ready.

…

The rest of the West Thanksgiving dinner went relatively smoothly. Barry and Iris shared the rest of their ‘couple story’ better than they had with Francine, and despite the obvious tension between other members of the family, it appeared that with a non-related member there, they were less inclined to start a full-out brawl in the middle of the dining room table.

Everyone approved of Iris’ last-minute sweet potato pie, and Barry in particular praised it highly.

When it was time for them to go in order to make it for at least part of Barry’s family’s Thanksgiving dinner, everyone was pleasant enough and wished them well as they headed out the door.

“Very good to meet you, Barry,” Joe said, and Barry reached out his hand for him to shake again, but Joe brought him in for a big bear hug instead. “Mind if I call you Bear, for short?”

Barry’s jaw dropped. It was the same name Iris herself had casually called him a time or two.

“Sure,” he said, a lazy smile on his face.

Joe’s grin stretched wide across his face.

“Bye, you two. I’ll see you later, Iris?”

“I’ll bring her back, I promise,” Barry confided, and Iris was just a tiny bit put out. She wanted some time with just the two of them together, but of course she understood. Barry probably wanted time with his family too.

They waved and got in Barry’s car. Within 15 minutes they were at his parents’ house. Only two other cars were in the driveway, one belonging to Barry’s parents and the other to his granddad. There was another vehicle parked across the street, but Barry and Iris didn’t pay it any mind until they walked into the house and found a familiar blonde chatting it up with Barry’s relatives.

“Becky.”

“Oh, Barry, you’re-”

Becky’s voice abruptly stopped. Immediately, Barry knew what had happened. Becky had invited herself over, claiming that she and Barry had gotten back together and had just decided to arrive separately. His parents hadn’t known any differently since he hadn’t given specifics.

Now he really wished he had.

“Who is this?” Barry’s dad asked when he saw Iris standing beside his son.

“This is Iris,” Barry forced himself to say. “My girlfriend.”

Barry’s whole family frowned and then turned to Becky, who was not pulling off being shocked as well as she was trying to.

“But Becky here said-” His granddad started.

“I haven’t seen Becky in two months,” Barry said, deciding to be frank. He was livid over what Becky had been trying to do. “At which point I made it clear to her I was with someone else and not interested in getting back together.”

Iris looked up at him and smiled softly. She’d been so upset at that initial meeting because she didn’t think she could envision herself dating him when that was exactly what Becky was offering. But now she realized her jealousy had been completely unwarranted. Barry really didn’t like Becky, and he really liked her.

Maybe she should consider…

“I think I better go,” Becky mumbled. The rest of the family said nothing as she gathered her things and headed out.

Barry was on the verge of confirming what a great idea that was, but he knew his mom would give him hell for being so bluntly mean, so he kept it to himself.

Once she was gone, the tension increased tenfold. That was until Iris approached the table and took a seat.

“You know, I thought I was stuffed from eating at my dad’s, but this food looks too delicious not to taste. May I have some?”

Barry’s mother brightened immediately.

“Yes, of course, dear. Let me get you a plate.”

Barry came and sat beside her. They held hands under the table and smiled at each other briefly before consuming some of his mother’s food.

To Barry’s great surprise, his granddad seemed more interested in Iris than in belittling his choice of a future career, which made the whole night much more enjoyable than any of them could’ve expected.

As his granddad was leaving about an hour later, he turned to Iris.

“Iris is a much prettier name than Becky,” he said, and lifted her hand to kiss the back of it. “It was good to meet you, Iris.”

Iris felt heat flood her cheeks.

“Th-Thank you, Sir.”

He smiled, nodded, then waved to the rest of the family and was on his way out.

Barry and Iris sat with his parents by their fireplace for a while longer before Iris mentioned that she should probably be heading back. Barry’s parents shared how much they enjoyed her company and how they hoped to see her again, and how sorry they were for Becky’s deceit in their absence.

Iris brushed it aside, smiled and hugged them both before heading out the door with Barry and riding with him back to her dad’s place.

“Well, tonight went well,” Barry said, once he had parked in the driveway.

“I thought so,” Iris chimed in. “Better than expected anyway.”

“Both our families like us.”

“Which is an important thing.” She chuckled.

He leaned his head back on his headrest.

“I’m so glad you were with me tonight, Iris – at my parents’ place. I don’t know how I would’ve gotten Becky to leave if I hadn’t had you with me as proof that she wasn’t actually my girlfriend.”

“Happy to be of service.” She smiled prettily. “And, you know, if you ever need me to fake being your girlfriend again for the sake of getting rid of Becky, I am at your disposal.”

He chuckled. “Thanks. Same for you…if you need a boyfriend at a family function for whatever reason.”

She grinned. “’Kay. Thanks.”

He stared deep into her eyes and cupped her face. Just as he started to lean in, Iris interjected.

“My dad-”

Barry lifted his head, but he couldn’t see Joe West in any window on the front of the house.

“I think we’re in the clear,” he said, grinning as he looked down at her.

Relieved that there’d been confirmation of no onlookers, Iris grabbed a hold of her fake boyfriend’s face and pulled it down to her, kissing him soundly.

“Oh, thank God.”

Barry moaned. “You can say that again.”

“It feels like ages since I’ve kissed you.”

“And to think we’ll have to wait any longer until-”

“It’ll just make the reunion all the more special.”

“Or you could sneak away and we could hook up at my parents’ house tomorrow.”

She pulled back, her eyes wide.

“Barry Allen!” She smacked his chest.

“What? They’ll both be away!”

Iris opened the door and stepped onto the pavement.

“I cannot believe you. In your parents’ house?”

“Unless you want to do it here?” he offered. “Your dad works tomorrow, doesn’t he?”

She laughed. “You are…unbelievable.”

“So…see you tomorrow?” he asked, stepping out of the car to get her answer.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“Iris!”

She spun around.

“Maybe.”

He grinned wide.

“But not at our parents’ houses!”

He laughed.

“Okay, okay, you choose.”

She rolled her eyes again.

“Goodnight, Barry.”

His laugh lessened into a smile.

“Goodnight, Iris,” he said softly, then watched her walk into her dad’s house before getting back into the car and driving himself home.

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*will be posted on AO3 and FFnet when beta’d.

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holidaywishes · 3 years

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Embers XVII

Chapter XVII: if you were me...

Summary of series: Katie moves from Peachtree, Georgia, to L.A. with her son, Alex to start fresh after the death of her husband. When she meets Evan Buckley, a young firefighter, she falls fast but will her son be so quick to accept Evan into his life?

Summary of chapter: Bobby connects with Katie in a way he didn’t expect at a weekend Barbeque; Evan continues to try to reassure Katie that he’ll be careful

Warning: angst, some fluff

Author’s Note: It’s time to add Bobby’s P.O.V into the mix! Why, you might ask, because I felt like it, that’s why. Also because Evan and Bobby have such a great relationship that it seems like only a matter of time before Katie would grow to be closer to him. This is the second last chapter I think but let me know if I should go more than 18 chapters; if I get enough people interested, I might continue the series! Cheers, Stay Golden! <3

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Bobby’s P.O.V

When Evan invited everyone over for a barbeque, you half expected him to ask you to grill everything but was pleasantly surprised when he never did

“You sure Katie’s okay with this?” You asked

“It was her idea!” He exclaimed, “she wants it to be like our place, instead of just hers.”

“Well that’s good,” you smiled, “I just don’t want us to intrude on anything...”

“Of course not!” He replied, “are you kidding? She loves you guys and she wants to be able to know you all better. Family is important to her and you’re my family...” you placed a hand on his shoulder as his thought trailed off before bringing him in for a hug

“We’ll be there” you finally said after pulling away from the hug, patting his shoulder with a smile. As the day went on, the team got call after call that were all pretty routine — the proverbial cat stuck in a tree and all that — before dispatch called in a gas leak but when you pulled up, it didn’t look like anything happened, “alright, masks on!”

“What are we looking at here?” Eddie asked

“Dispatch said it was a gas leak,” you replied, “don’t know who could’ve made the call but we have to be prepared for anything”

“Shouldn’t DWP be handling this?” Hen questioned, “I mean if it’s just a gas leak...”

“We gotta make sure that no one is injured or unconscious. We’re here to help whoever needs help.” Evan was first to head inside but not before you could shout to him, “HEY! BUCK!” You snapped and his head turned back to you, “do not rush inside there like that!”

“Cap..” he started

“We don’t know what’s in there, we need to be careful. Just relax...” He stepped back as you lowered your hands and sighed, just as a fire broke out and burst through the roof of the building. You watched as Evan ran to the truck and darted back toward the building before you could stop him, “BUCK!”

“On it Cap!” He called back as if he thought he would be okay and, as angry as you were, you couldn’t stop him from doing his job. The rest of the team followed close behind, carefully checking the space and calling out for anyone who might respond. Once the building was cleared, you took Evan aside

“What were you thinking?!” you said sternly

“What do you mean?” he furrowed his brow

“I told you not to rush into the building like that!”

“Cap, I took all the nece--”

“No!” you interrupted, “you were reckless, again! You should’ve listened to me. I’m your Captain!”

“Nobody got hurt! I’m fine!” he shouted

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT!” you yelled back before composing yourself, “you can’t just go risking your life like that anytime you feel like it!”

“I’m sorry, Cap...” he said softly before you directed him back to the truck

“I know that you know what you’re doing, Buck, but anything can happen and I don’t want you to get hurt. Not if I can help it...” you admitted

“I’m sorry” he apologized again, the two of you jumping into the firetruck to head back to the house. Things were still tense but you hoped that the barbeque would soften things up.

Katie’s P.O.V

“I’m just going to pick up the kid,” Evan laughed as he spoke about Alex, “need anything?”

“Don’t think so,” you replied, “but don’t be too long. Everyone should be here soon and I don’t know them well enough yet to ‘entertain’ on my own...”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” he said, kissing the crown of your head, “but I’ll be back soon.” You rushed around the house trying to clean everything before the members of the 118 got there for the barbeque that you and Evan had organized; you were starting to get more and more nervous as you felt the seconds tick away. Suddenly, you heard a screeching outside and you ran outside to see what was happening only to find Evan’s car speeding through the street. To say you were angry would be an understatement and you could only stand on the sidewalk with your arms crossed until the car came to a halt

“Hey, mommy! Did you see us? Did you see us?” Alex exclaimed as he hopped out of Evan’s truck

“How could I not?” you said between bared teeth, “Alex, sweetie, go get cleaned up and ready for the barbeque. Everyone will be here soon.”

“Okay!” he said cheerfully while you waited for Evan to meet you on the sidewalk where you stood angrily

“Hey” he smiled, leaning in for a kiss but you pulled away

“What the hell was that?!” you yelled

“He wanted to go fast...”

“He’s a child!” you continued, “what were you thinking?! You could’ve killed yourselves!”

“I knew what I was doing!” he shouted

“You put his life in danger because he asked you to go fast?”

“I only went sped up when we got onto this street, nowhere else!” he admitted

“And you think that makes it better?” you argued, “what if a child had crossed the street and you didn’t have enough time to stop? Or a dog? or if another car came toward you?”

“I--” he faltered

“You have to be smarter than that!” you shouted, noticing a car pull up down the street, “I don’t want to feel like I can’t trust you with Alex...”

“Hey!” Bobby and Athena greeted as you attempted to wipe a tear from your eye without them seeing

“Hey!” you smiled back, “come on in. I’m just gonna grab Alex, Evan can you take them into the backyard?” He nodded in response, following close behind you while still giving you space. You could hear everyone arriving so you sent Alex down to say hello while you composed yourself enough to talk to each of the guests.

“So how long have you lived here, Katie?” Karen asked

“Since I moved to L.A., so about 3ish years” you replied, feeling Evan creep up behind you and slide his hand onto your lower back

“It’s a great place!” she exclaimed

“Isn’t it?” Evan smiled

“Yeah, it’s a lot to take care of but we like it” you giggled before looking to see where the kids had gotten to

“They’re fine” Evan whispered and you just looked at him, feigning a smile as to not show any irritation to your boyfriend

“I’ll just be right back,” you smiled, “just have to go check on something.” You felt Evan follow you inside, placing a hand on your shoulder to turn you around

“What’s going on?” he asked quietly

“I just need a second, Evan!” you yelled softly, “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here. Who I’m supposed to be for them,” you gestured to the guests in the backyard, “for you, right now.” A sigh escaped your lips before you brought your hand up to your forehead

“You’re not supposed to be anyone, you’re supposed to be you...” he replied

“I’m sorry, Evan,” you whispered, bringing your hand down from your forehead to hold his hand, “I just need a minute okay? I’ll be back out in a second.” You leaned up to press a soft kiss on his cheek before heading upstairs to the guest room. You made your way across the room, peering out at the guests mingling below, and opened the window so you could step out; taking a seat on the roof like you’d done so many times at your childhood home in Georgia. It didn’t take long for Evan to notice you and draw Bobby’s attention up to where you sat, your eyes drifting onto the horizon to avoid their stares.

“Katie?” You heard Bobby’s voice call from behind you, he must have snuck up to the guest room without you noticing

“Hey, Bobby,” you sighed, “come on out. Sit with me...”

Bobby’s P.O.V

“Katie?” Evan whispered to himself as he looked toward the roof, “what is she doing?” When you followed his gaze, you saw Katie sitting on the roof staring out at the sky as she brought her knees close to her chest

“Did something happen?” you asked

“Sort of... I should go u--”

“I’ll go.” You interrupted, a smirk growing on your face, “she just looks like she’s thinking.” You made your way through the house, trying to be as quiet as possible as the stairs creaked with each step. You looked at the guest room, took in the bare walls and the neatly made bed and realized no one had ever been in there, “Katie?” you called softly when you finally got to the window

“Hey, Bobby,” she replied with a small sigh, “come on out. Sit with me...” You stepped onto the roof and sat next to Katie. The two of you sat in silence for a while, staring at the sun that was beginning to set and listening to the laughter below, “they’re so happy, you’re all so close...”

“Yeah,” you smiled, “we’re lucky. We’re happy to have you in our little family, too.” She looked at you quickly before dropping her eyes

“I don’t know what I’m doing, Bobby... I don’t know if I’m part of this family yet...”

“Of course you are” you tried

“I love him so much, Bobby,” she whimpered, keeping her head down as she spoke, “and Alex loves him and he’s been so great with both of us. I just.. sometimes I listen to his stories about work or I hear about things that have happened through the news or Maddie or whatever and I get so... scared.” When she finally looked up, you saw the small stream of tears falling from her eye

“Why are you scared?” you asked, allowing her eyes to fall on yours.

“I don’t want to lose him.” She whispered and, as you sat there with your eyes dancing across her face, you felt a tinge of sadness wash over you; a rush of memories of your daughter, Brook, flooding back as you connected Katie’s face with hers. She was so innocent now, Katie, so fragile in this moment, almost a completely different person than you’d seen on the bridge as she fought for her son. Like Buck, you wanted to protect her but you didn’t know how, “I don’t want Alex to lose him...” she added after you hadn’t said anything

“You won’t lose him” you said quietly

“How do you know?” she asked, turning her body toward you just enough so she could face you, “he’s so brash and reckless. He puts himself in danger all the time and, as much as I know he would never voluntarily put us in danger, my fears are still real. The pain in my heart is still there when I turn on the news and see something about a firefighter trapped in a burning building -- thinking that it might be him and he might not come home to us”

“He’s made some irrational decisions, yes,” you admitted, “but he’s a good kid. And we’ve always got his back”

“I believe that,” she said, “but what would you do if you were me?”

“What do you mean?” you furrowed your brow

“If the person you loved kept making reckless decisions that occasionally got them injured and you knew one day it would all be too much and he wouldn’t come home, the same way the person you married didn’t come home, and you had to sit your son down and tell them that they’d never see them again,” she rambled, “what would you do?”

“If I had to, I’d do my best”

“Or would you...” she sighed, “would you cut and run? Knowing that you could save your son the pain of losing another father figure. Or would you stay? Hoping that the love you had for this person would be enough to..” She stopped for a second, as if she just remembered your loss, sighing deeply as she continued, “shit, Bobby. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have s--”

“No,” you interrupted with a smile, “it’s okay. I think about that, too, sometimes. If Marcy had left me early on, before we had the kids, or when things got... complicated, would things have been different? Would I have been different?”

“I didn’t mean to...” she hesitated but you just smiled, wrapping your arm around her to comfort her

“It’s okay,” you chuckled, “look, if you want my opinion on Buck, I can’t give it to you.” You watched Katie’s brow furrow in confusion before she scoffed at you, “I would be too biased. But know this, he loves you. He loves Alex. He’s had a lot of things come up recently that he doesn’t quite know how to deal with but he’s trying. The only way he knows how. Evan’s doing his best but he needs to know that someone will be there for him. Love him as much as he loves them.”

“I can’t keep letting Alex down, Bobby..” she whispered, “I love Evan. More than I ever thought I could, but I loved Jesse the same way. So intensely, like I couldn’t breathe without him and that ended up horribly.”

“Your husband was different,” you countered, letting her head drop on your shoulder as you explained your argument, “he couldn’t separate himself from his job. He was a SEAL first and everything else was just background. I don’t doubt that the love he had for you was real or the love that he had for Alex was real, but I can only imagine that being part of that world, the Navy SEAL world, forces you to leave everything behind. Evan isn’t like that.”

“I know...” she started

“So don’t compare him to Jesse.” You said finally, tilting your head down just enough for her to look up at you with her eyes, seeing that she understood; you squeezed her shoulder and kissed the top of her head.

“Can I cut in?” Buck’s voice chimed in from behind and both you and Katie shifted to look at him. You waited for her to allow him to take your place before you got up, patting Evan on the shoulder as you switched spots. You watched them embrace each other gently before Evan tucked Katie into his side

“I was worried about you” you heard him whisper

“Now you know how I feel” she joked back as Evan nodded and kissed her forehead

“Alright, alright,” he smiled, “truce?” She leaned up to kiss him in response and you found yourself smiling at their interaction before a tear escaped your eye. You imagined what Brook might have been like in this situation, how she might have cried to you about some boy she loved. You remembered Marcy and you making up after little fights like this early in your relationship. Your heart stung at the thought of your past life but then May and Harry and Athena popped across your mind and the idea that one day May might come to you for the same reason as Katie filled your heart with love and you began walking out of the room.

“You okay?” Athena asked, surprising you as you closed the door behind you

“I’m perfect” you replied, planting a kiss on your wife’s lips

“Good. Now, you need to learn to stay off roofs” she half-joked and you nodded

“They’re good kids...” you said, making Athena chuckle

“Yeah,” she smiled, “they are.” You made your way back outside where the rest of the group was, watching as Evan and Katie watched as the sky turned a dark purple

“They’re gonna be okay” you thought to yourself, a smile creeping across your face as Katie found you below, mouthing ‘thank you’ and nuzzling closer to Evan.

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aventurasdeunatortuga · 3 years

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Laredo Part 2

Week 1

Hey friends,

After a long travel hiatus, as some of you may already know, I am back in Laredo, Texas. I’ll be here for about 3.5 weeks working with shelters to support recently arrived asylum seekers at the US Mexico border. I was here 2 years ago doing the same thing, you can go through the laredo tag on here to get some more background about what is going on here and to read about my experiences in 2019.

I have been here already for about a week and have been so exhausted I haven’t had the energy to write anything, but here is more or less what is going on.

So since Fall of 2019, the border was closed to all asylum seekers thanks to 45’s cruel Remain In Mexico policy, which forced asylum seekers from Central America to wait along the Mexican border for an undetermined amount of time until they could get an immigration hearing. In the past asylum seekers could wait with their families in the US for their court dates (it can be a long wait). Waiting at the border in Mexico, a country they are not from, left folks vulnerable to human trafficking, kidnapping, gang violence, and extortion from the cartels operating along the border. During COVID folks were living in makeshift tents along the border with no running water and were left vulnerable to exposure, flooding, disease, dangerous wildlife, and the millions of other dangers that come from being outside in 113 degree heat with no water. There was no international aid brought in and support was limited to the few aid workers allowed to cross the border, which was very dangerous given the amount of gang violence on the Mexican side. One shelter director in Nuevo Laredo was kidnapped and murdered last year.

When Biden was elected, he reversed the Remain In Mexico policy just a few weeks into his presidency. Meaning that asylum seekers could now enter the US after surrendering at the border and being held for indeterminate amounts of time in ICE detention centers. Once they are released from there they are given a court date in wherever their final destination in the US is, but are left on the street with nothing.

Most folks are illiterate, none speak English and some only speak indigenous dialects. All of their possessions and money have been taken by either cartels or by ICE. Most havent eaten in days and many are seriously ill. None of them know where they are or how to get where they’re going. ICE will drop them off at random towns along the border after releasing them from detention, sometimes hundreds of miles from where they crossed. They just have a name and phone number memorized of a friend or family member in the US that is sponsoring them and who they are planning to stay with.

The vast majority of folks are from Central America, they are fleeing cartel violence , government persecution, extreme poverty, and natural disasters caused by climate change. The instability in these countries (Guatemala, Honduras, Nicaragua, and El Salvador) was caused directly by US intervention, but that’s a whole other topic I won’t get into now. Folks must show a credible proof of being threatened or persecuted in their home country to even be granted the status of asylum seeker and to be given a court date.

Shelters in border towns do what they can to support folks being released from detention. They help them make phone calls, provide translation, help them buy bus and plane tickets, give them food, water, medical care, showers, clean clothes, toiletries, and a safe place to sleep until they are able to make travel arrangements to their final destinations.

During the last 2 years under the Remain In Mexico policy, no one was being admitted and so shelters lost a great deal of funding, staff, and volunteers. They turned more towards community work, which was especially needed during COVID.

Shelters are in a difficult position now though, folks are allowed to enter now which is good news but shelters are having to meet even more extreme needs with far fewer resources than they had pre-COVID.

For a long time the shelter I worked with before, La Frontera, was closed due to lack of funding; but only very recently reopened again. I have been spreading my time between La Frontera (run by Catholic charities) and the other shelter in Laredo, Holding Institute Community Center, which is a community center run by the Methodist Church. Both of these shelters have 2-3 paid staff members, a revolving door of volunteers from around the country (the majority of them nuns), are entirely donation based, and receive 200-300 new people every single day.

About 20-30% of each busload of people that ICE drops off are infected with COVID. ICE refuses to test folks that they detain for COVID because if they knew they had positive cases they would have to provide healthcare and a place for them to quarantine. Instead they lump everyone together in cramped conditions and COVID is allowed to run rampant in these detention centers.

In detention folks are kept in overcrowded rooms, communicated with almost exclusively in English, are provided limited food and toiletries, and are kept in refrigerated rooms (65 degrees) with no blankets. These places are called the ‘ice boxes’. Sometimes folks are separated from their families here as well.

Lately there has also been a dysentery outbreak due to the fact that the city of Laredo does not currently have drinkable water, residents are advised to drink only bottled or boiled water, which asylum seekers do not have access to until they reach the shelters.

When folks reach the shelters, they are given on the spot covid tests by a team of nurses and public health officials. There is no room for them at the hospitals, even if there were room hospitals wouldnt accept them because they have no insurance. The city government has offered bottled water to the shelters but thats it.

After being tested for covid, the health team divides folks into 2 groups, positive and negative. Folks who test positive have to quarantine for 10 days in an empty warehouse next door to the shelter or if they’re lucky and the shelter can afford it, a motel. Yesterday the shelter bought out a motel because there were 200+ covid patients who arrived. We have two small classrooms at the shelter that have been converted into sleeping areas for about 40 covid patients. The medical team leaves boxes of food and clothing outside their door, and once a day they are taken to shower and then the entire bathroom is sanitized.

Those who test negative are immediately vaccinated on site, and then taken to get clean clothes, food, and a shower. They sleep on cots outside under the trees in the fenced courtyard of the shelter.

For the first few days I’ve been here, I’ve been working at Holding only because I didn’t know La Frontera had reopened. I was mainly working on sorting and organizing clothing and helping folks find clothes that they need. Last night though 200+ covid positive patients arrived and we had to stop allowing people in the building to pick out clothes, and today we moved to just putting together kits of different sized clothes to give directly to them.

I was feeling a bit frustrated the last few days because the staff member in charge of organizing donations was being extremely critical of me and it was very frustrating and degrading to be around. I was yelled at a number of times by her. For example, I saw a pile of 200 towels on the ground and folded them. I was told that I did it wrong, to unfold them and fold all of them a different way. Or I started organizing toiletries and was just told ‘no, you’re messing it up, don’t touch that’. I understand that I’m new but no one took the time to introduce themselves to me, orient me, or show me what to do and I was trying to be helpful. I also understand that folks are stressed and under pressure but please don’t take it out on people trying to help you. Most everyone there is extremely nice it was just one of the staff members in particular that was acting this way. I was told I wasn’t allowed to give water or shoes to people who needed them because “I didn’t know how to do it” and because “if you give water to one person, everyones going to want it, and i don’t have time for that”. I didn’t come down here to sit inside doing nothing next to a giant case of bottled water and be told I’m not allowed to give it to the thirsty person in front of me.

So I walked out and I left the shelter in the middle of the day to go drive around town and take a breather, because everything I did seemed like made someone upset. When I came back I inserted myself into the kitchen crew and ended up making 200+ sandwiches for dinner. I also had a long talk with one of the nuns who assured me that that staff member is like that with everyone and has a lot of control issues due to the amount of pressure she is under, and not to take it personally. She told me that La Frontera had reopened and so ever since then I started dividing up my days between the two shelters. This has made a big difference and I feel a lot better and more useful.

I also connected more with some of the nuns here and they invited me to dinner tonight which was nice. One of the sisters is writing a book based on narratives of folks passing through these shelters and is interviewing people she meets. It was fascinating to talk to her. She has worked with undocumented immigrants and DREAMers from around the country for 28 years, and wrote another book based on those experiences called Silent Voices In The Shadows (Paula Schwendinger), which I just finished reading and highly recommend.

Oh, also it has been raining really hard for the past day or so with 95% humidity and constant thunder and lightening, which has made things even more interesting.

I will try to keep posting semi regularly while I’m here.

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these nights (6)

word count: 4.5k :]

warnings: smut

summary: jaemin giving her the silent treatment wasn’t unheard of, so she wasn’t surprised to hear him moving around in the house without greeting her home. the only issue was jaemin wasn’t home yet and the house was supposed to be empty.

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Yejin sighed heavily as the scratchy fabric of her apartment lobby couches began to scratch at her arm. She wondered how long she could stay down here with Jaemin or the neighbors coming to find her. It wouldn’t be long until an older woman came up to her and asked her why she was sitting down, and the odds of her seeing Jaemin and snitching out her location are extremely likely. Old people never mind their business, much less in the middle of Seoul. Jihyun had just dropped her off at home after a tour of their new home and a tour of the nursery she and Jaehyun were building. After the short tour, Yejin agreed to help build a small bookcase for the books they had bought a few days prior and helped organize whatever was left. She didn’t mind the busywork, it helped her take her mind off things—but when she came back to her apartment, she was jolted back to harsh reality.

The reality being one of her boyfriends is in the hospital and the other one is just a plain dick. Yejin groaned loudly in her hands, she had looked at the time and noticed that Jaemin would be asking questions if she didn’t come home soon, regardless if they were still mad at each other or not. She sighed heavily and pulled herself off the couch, dragging her feet towards the elevator and watching as the numbers speedily made its way to ground floor. She snorted to herself, of course the elevator would be fast here, right now, of all times to be speedy quick.

She stepped to the side to let a few people out, smiling at them before stepping inside herself. She leaned against the beam and watched the numbers rise this time, up to the tenth floor where she stood staring up at herself on the mirror on the ceiling. When her floor dinged and the doors opened, she stepped outside with a sigh, continuing to slowly walk towards her front door, punching in the keypad and kicking her shoes off at the door. She heard shuffling within the kitchen and frowned, knowing that Jaemin was home. She started to think of what to say, or rather if she would say anything at all, knowing that Jaemin was also an expert at giving the silent treatment himself. Yejin supposed it all depended on what level of anger he was at.

However, when Yejin approached the kitchen, no one was inside. The light was off, and she felt her skin crawl. She pretended that there was nothing wrong with the scene she just saw before she continued to walk towards her room, desperately trying to avoid the sound of what seemed like a boot against carpet not that far from her. She took a deep breath quietly, her hands trembling as she closed the door behind her, locking it instantly before she heard something fall and shatter outside. Her breathing quickly gathered its pace as she ran towards the closet, closing that door behind her as well as she moved the hidden panel out of the way, punching the key code and grabbing the nearest handgun, quickly loading it despite the magazine falling from her shaky fingers twice.

Hidden behind Jeno’s coats, she clenched her eyes at the sound of the door jiggling from the other side. She heard the door click and footsteps approaching, passing by the closet Yejin poked the gun out from Jeno’s jacket. The door opened suddenly as Yejin shot without question, a curse falling from Jaemin’s mouth before he grabbed the gun and yanked her out.

“Who the fuck—Yejin?! What are you doing? You could’ve blown my fucking brains out!”

She let go of the gun immediately, pushing Jaemin to the side before looking around the house. She noticed that the front door was open, as well the kitchen light was now on to reveal most of their china on the ground, shattered. She stared at the scene intently, noticing the kitchen cabinets were all opened except one, the one where Jaemin kept a safe hidden within their dishes. Had it not been for the timing, they probably would’ve found what they were looking for, that is to assume that they were looking for something in the first place.

“What’s going on, why did you grab a gun—?” Jaemin walked into the kitchen with his eyebrows furrowed together, instantly noticing the broken dishes on the ground.

“Someone was here,” Yejin said quietly. “I thought it was you, so I ignored it. Did you just get here?”

“Yeah. The door was open, did you leave it open?”

Yejin shook her head, “I closed it.”

Jaemin took a deep breath before he carefully stepped over broken glass to the kitchen cabinet. With great care, he pushed aside dishes and pulled the wooden panel off the wall, revealing yet another keypad where he gently pressed another combination of numbers. The keypad beeped, indicating a correct passcode as he took inventory inside. From what Yejin could tell, nothing seemed to be missing nor tampered with as Jaemin sighed in relief and closed said safe before snapping the panel back in place.

Jaemin sat on the kitchen counter, staring at the mess on the ground before looking at Yejin, “are you okay?”

Yejin nodded.

“I’ll clean this up, you can go ahead and go, if you want,” Jaemin said softly.

“I’ll help you,” Yejin said softly, crouching down and taking the bigger pieces of glass into her hands while Jaemin grabbed a wet towel to grab the small bits of glass. She watched as Jaemin threw the towel in the garbage next, dismissing herself as she made her way towards their bathroom once again.

She wanted to take a shower, but she couldn’t help but to feel unsafe. It was natural, of course, that she would feel paranoid after her house got broken in to, but there was no way of getting any comfort considering the tense atmosphere between her and the one supposed to give her comfort. Scrounging up whatever bravery she had left, she pulled her towel and placed it on the sink, quickly undressing and jumping into the shower to take a very short and relatively cold shower. She didn’t even want to dry her hair, too afraid that she would miss something due to the hairdryer being so loud.

In the end, she opted to towel dry her hair gently enough to not damage it, happy with the damp result before she outside to her bed. She pulled her knees to her chest, her chin resting on top of them as she watched Jaemin take stock everything in the room. Nothing was taken, as far as he could tell, which led Jaemin to sit next to her, his hands on his thighs as he tapped a choppy rhythm on them.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked gently.

“I’m not too sure what I should be feeling,” she replied, barely above a whisper. Her hand itched to reach for his, but it seemed so far away.

Jaemin nodded, playing with a ring on his finger before looking back up, “did you have fun with Jihyun noona at least?”

Yejin narrowed her eyes, “what are you doing?”

“What do you mean, what am I doing? I’m asking you about your day,” Jaemin snipped in return. “Is that illegal? Am I not allowed to ask you how your fucking day went?”

“You know how my fucking day went, Jaemin— “

“Christ in heaven, how long are you going to hold on to this? Are you finished yet, Yejin?”

Yejin rolled her eye this time, getting under the sheets and throwing the comforter over her head before she rolled under a ball. She heard Jaemin curse once more before she felt his weight leave the bed, walking towards the bathroom himself as he slammed it behind him. Yejin flinched at the sound. In her defense, how was she supposed to feel after finding out that 1. Her boyfriend is injured, 2. Her boyfriends lied about a sibling, and 3. Her home had been broken into?

Had it not been for her crying most of the day already, she definitely would’ve done so again but the anger she felt towards Jaemin today was enough to make her seethe and her blood boil, so much so that she had to throw the blankets off of her from how hotheaded she felt. It’s during arguments like these that she begins to wonder if she made a mistake accepting Jaemin’s feelings as well—she began to wonder how compatible they really were. If it weren’t for Jeno, would they click at all? Or, would they just be strangers with little to no connection?

She closed her eyes instantly when she suddenly felt the other side of the bed dip, signaling that Jaemin had finished his shower and his cool-down, laying down much too close considering their current predicament.

“Are you asleep?”

Along with her eyes, her mouth was sealed shut. She heard Jaemin sigh, his fingertips running down her arm before she felt his forehead on her shoulder.

“I don’t know if you’re asleep if it you’re ignoring me. Both are fine, I guess, I understand. Either way, I’m still going to talk to you, so if you’re awake, keep ignoring me,” Jaemin shuffled closer so that his arms were wrapped around her waist. Yejin remained stiff. “If you’re asleep, I guess this is good practice for tomorrow.”

“I’m sorry,” he said simply. “You’re right, I am an asshole, I’m spoiled, I’m selfish and I have no way of relieving any of my emotions in a healthy way. I was never mad at you, I think I was mad at my brother…but now that I think about it, I think I was mad at myself for not being able to protect Jeno better.”

“I didn’t mean to get snippy when you mentioned Jieun noona, either. Any other day, maybe I would’ve slipped some information towards you without Jeno knowing, but I was in such a shitty headspace that I thought you were taking advantage of Jeno being asleep to ask me something personal.”

“You’re also right about lying. I did lie to you; it was all me. I could’ve told you about Jieun noona at any time, but I thought the best way to help Jeno cope with grieving was to never talk about it again, so, when he came back with you I told Jaehyun hyung and Johnny hyung…basically anybody to never tell you, because I didn’t think you’d understand.”

“Maybe you do, maybe you don’t, but it was an overprotective measure I put up when I was nineteen. I’m overprotective towards Jeno sometimes. I thought it was my job to take care of him when Jieun noona died, but I forget that you love him and that you want to protect him too. I’ve…just been selfish this entire time.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for lashing out at you, I’m sorry for lying about Jieun noona, I’m sorry for being possessive, territorial, all the synonyms for an asshole,” Jaemin took a deep breath. “I’m sorry for not bringing Jeno home safe, I’m so sorry, baby.”

Yejin’s body softened as Jaemin continued to pull her close, “I’m sorry.”

Yejin stirred. She turned to face him as Jaemin instantly pressed his face in her chest, sighing a breath of relief.

“I’m sorry too,” She whispered, her fingers threading in his hair.

“You don’t have to be sorry about anything, Yejin. It’s my fault.”

Yejin shook her head, “I should’ve never asked about Jeno’s sister, you kept it from me for a reason— “

“—a stupid reason. A reason I made up when I was nineteen.”

“Either way, Jaemin. You don’t have to be sorry for Jeno being hurt, that was not your fault either. Just like you told me, there was no way you could’ve stopped that.”

“There was no way you could’ve stopped it. There were three million ways I could’ve stopped it, I could’ve looked further into it, I should’ve answered the phone faster, I should’ve— “

“You should’ve told me what you were feeling this whole time,” Yejin interrupted. “You’ve been dealing with that burden this entire time?”

“It’s not a burden, it’s my responsibility.”

“Does Jeno know that?”

“No.”

“Baby, how would Jeno feel if he found out you felt this way?” Yejin asked, punctuation her question with a gentle slap to his cheeks, pulling his face up as she watched him frown. “Or that, you were doing all these things to make sure he was safe?”

“He’d probably laugh at me,” Jaemin mumbled.

“He wouldn’t laugh, Jaemin. He’d feel guilty. He doesn’t want you constantly worrying about him like that. Not to mention, it’s not healthy to put that much responsibility on yourself either considering you have so many other engagements as well.”

“I know.”

“I don’t think you do, sweetheart,” Yejin mumbled. “How would you feel if, I, constantly worried about you?”

“You don’t have to worry about me though.”

“Jaemin, I worry about you constantly. We talked about this.” Yejin bemoaned. “I tear my nails off daily thinking about what you’re doing or what trouble you could get into. Just last night, I heard you brother telling you to move. Baby, I had a panic attack.”

Jaemin slouched further the more he saw the point she was putting across, “but, I was fine— “

“But I didn’t know that, Jaemin,” Yejin’s throat began to burn. Just as she thought that she was finish crying, she could feel fear rise in her throat, “I didn’t—I didn’t know if you were okay or if someone was in the house or if you were going to get shot, Jaemin I was terrified that I was going to lose you—“

She took a few steadying deep breaths before Jaemin pressed his forehead against hers, the tip of his nose rubbing against hers before he hugged her tightly. Yejin quickly swiped droplets from her eyes before she snuggled in the crook of his neck.

“You’re scared of losing me? Even if I’m territorial, selfish and spoiled?”

“Of course, I am,” she sniffled. “I love you.”

Jaemin couldn’t help but to smile at her confession, pulling her head back as she watched with a stuffy nose his unprecedented reaction.

“Do you see what I’m getting at now?”

Jaemin nodded, “I do. I’ll try to better, not just for Jeno, but for you too. Because I love you more than you could ever love me.”

“Liar,” Yejin cracked a small smile.

“I don’t think so?” He hummed, pressing kisses to her cheeks.

Yejin relaxed in his hold as she leaned for a kiss, feeling his hands rest at her hips before he rubbed the small of his back, “are we okay now?”

Jaemin nodded, “we’re okay. I’m so—”

“If you say you’re sorry one more time, I’ll kill you,” Yejin smiled. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer before hooking her leg over his hip.

“Fine. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Jaem. A little shaken, a little scared, but I feel okay when I’m with you.”

Jaemin captured her lips for another kiss before pressing kisses down her chin, “I called Jaehyun hyung, about what happened. He said he’d look into it.”

Yejin hummed, tilting her head back while Jaemin nipped at her neck, “yeah?”

Jaemin pulled away quickly, looking down at Yejin who now had a confused look on her face, “are we going to have sex?”

Yejin gave him an incredulous look before bursting out a laugh, “I think so? Do you want to have sex?”

“I always want to have sex.”

“Come here then,” she smiled, beckoning him close before they reattached their lips with fervor. They pulled away for only a moment, long enough for the two of them to remove their shirts before they continued to explore the other’s mouth.

Yejin mewled at Jaemin’s lips pressing sloppy kisses to her neck and down her collarbones, not long before taking a nipple in between his lips and pulling gently with his teeth. She bit her bottom lip, palming Jaemin’s hardening length through his pajama pants.

“When’s the last time we had sex?”

“Saturday?” Jaemin replied, his mouth moving further down her stomach before pulling her pants down her legs. He bit at the expense of her thighs before kissing around her center, ignoring the bit that wanted most attention.

“No, the last time you and I had sex. Just the two of us.”

Jaemin licked a stripe from hole to clit, humming in content when he saw her thigh shake, “a while now, I think?”

Jaemin fully delved into her wet pussy, messily drinking up her essence while his tongue pushed through the tight of her walls. Yejin whimpered, Jaemin holding her thighs down in order to get to every sensitive spot.

“So wet,” Jaemin moaned into her, “so sweet.”

“Yeah? You like it, baby?”

“Fuck, I love it— “Jaemin pulled away, stretching back up to kiss her sloppily before laying on his back. “Sit on my face, Angel?”

Yejin grinned. She took a hold of the headboard and hovered over his face, sighing at the pecks and kisses he would leave before pulling her down on his face completely.

Yejin loved when Jaemin ate her out the most. She wouldn’t tell Jeno this ever, but whenever Jaemin lapped at her pussy she would see stars, clenching around his tongue or fingers as she dripped on his face. Seeing him after was always the best part, his mouth and the tip of his nose shiny, a certificate of his hard work.

Yejin threw her head back when she felt Jaemin shove a few fingers inside her, curling them instantly and grinning against her at her moans. He was relentless as he was gentle, making sure she was shaking on top him before he continued with anything else.

“Jaem—, oh god, fuck— “she cried out, her thighs shaking as Jaemin sucked on her clit a few more times for good measure before Yejin pushed his head away.

With a few more kisses to her thighs, she was thrown on to her back, giving a sultry smile before Jaemin kissed her once again.

“Gonna fuck me, Jaemin?” She asked against his lips, smiling at his moan, “gonna fuck me with your big cock, baby?”

Jaemin pulled away with narrowed eyes, pulling his pajama pants off to reveal his hardened length, the tip a deep red with just the slightest bit of precum dripping from the tip. Yejin subconsciously licked her lips, how she would love to have Jaemin fuck her throat until it was sore. She almost asked, but had it not been for the tough grip on her hips, she knew he had other plans.

He shuddered when he pressed the tip inside, his hand at either side of her face with his eyes closed tightly together. Yejin grinned, tightening around him and listening to his groan.

“Fuck, don’t do that.”

“Hurry up,” she pouted.

Jaemin’s head dropped when he finally thrusted the rest of his length inside, sighing at Yejin’s whimper.

“Fuck, Yejin, I ate you out, I fingered you, and you’re still a tight little cunt around my cock.”

“I live to serve,” she mumbled, laughing breathlessly at the roll of his eyes.

Jaemin pulled out completely, moaning at the soft squelch before shoving himself into the hilt without warning. Soon after, he found a steady rhythm, his hands finding purchase on her breasts and on her stomach, where he watched his bulge hit against his hands.

“So pretty, baby.” Jaemin moaned, his hips snapping up as he quickened his speed, grinning at her disheveled appearance. “You like the way I’m fucking you, Angel? You like that?”

“Fuck, Jaemin, I love it,” she cried, her thighs fastening around his waist. “Harder, Jaem, please— “

“You can’t take, harder, baby. You couldn’t take it if you tried,” he grunted, slapping against her anyway despite his words. He pushed her legs up to her chest, abusing her hole and shuddering at her moans.

“So fucking tight,” he praised. “So pretty, my sweet girl, my little Angel taking my cock so well.”

Yejin whimpered, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as blood ran faster through her body. “Your good girl, I’m yours, Jaemin.”

Jaemin changed his angle just slightly, watching with wide eyes as Yejin jolted at the sudden abuse to her g-spot.

“Right there, baby. Fuck, right there, Jaemin!”

“Did I find your spot?” Jaemin grinned, “gonna squirt again baby? I can’t say I wasn’t jealous when you squirted all over Jeno the other day.”

Yejin would be lying if she didn’t feel the need in her lower abdomen. She clawed at his back, bringing their sweaty chests together as Yejin bit at Jaemin’s shoulder.

“Shit, Yejin,” Jaemin groaned. “Gonna cum, baby. Gonna fill your little hole full of cum, you want it?”

“I need it,” she begged. She was seconds from her orgasm, her legs tightening around his waist as she felt her stomach jump in excitement. “Cum, Jaemin, cum inside me, baby. Fill me up— “

Just then, after a perfectly angle strike to her g-spot, Yejin just barely cried out, her orgasm bubbling from her toes all the way to the tips of her fingers as she trembled and squirted against Jaemin’s cock, listening to his curses and shameless moans as he fucked into her so hard the bed threatened to break at how hard it creaked.

He pulled back to watch the scene, his cock twitching as he released and cum spilled out, Yejin’s tight pussy clenching around him and causing more sensitivity than he thought. He just barely managed to pull out, hissing at the cold air hitting his cock and watching in amazement at her pussy pulsating and pushing out both her own and Jaemin’s cum.

Jaemin kissed her hip before taking his finger and pushing their cum back inside her, biting his lip at the lewd wet sounds she was making. Jaemin looked back at Yejin, her eyes still closed as she tried to catch her breath. Jaemin smiled, pulling her in for a kiss while his hands kneaded at her ass.

“You fucking animal,” she scolded, still a bit breathless. Jaemin grinned and pushed her sweaty hair off her forehead before pressing a kiss there too.

“Did you like it?”

“Fuck off,” she hummed. She looked at the time and noticed it was still relatively early, only 11:30 as about 45 minutes had passed. She pushed Jaemin off of her before she noticed Jaemin barely had any marks on him save the few she managed in his collar bone.

Yejin continued kissing down his chest, biting in marks down until she got to his own hip, resting against it with his soft cock resting against her stomach.

“Leave it alone,” Jaemin warned.

“I’m not doing anything,” she replied innocently. She pressed a kiss into said hip bone before continuing on to her journey, stopping at his balls and watching him as she licked a long stripe from the bottom of his ball sack to the beginnings of his cock. Jaemin groaned, threading his fingers through her hair.

“I said leave it alone,” he whined, knowing that Yejin very well noticed his cock beginning to twitch to life.

“You said leave your dick alone, you never said anything about these,” she explained. Her mouth enclosed on the sack, sucking feverishly as she watched with pride at the sight of Jaemin’s dick twitching back to life.

“And I’m the animal?”

“It’s still early,” she tried, pushing open mouth kisses down the length of his cock. “You don’t want to?”

Jaemin groaned, pulling her by the hair, not being able to resist her charm any longer, “come here, baby.”

Yejin shook her head, “no. I want you to fuck my throat.”

Jaemin laughed breathlessly, almost in amazement as he watched her eyes burn with determination, “you’re fucking insane. I love you so fucking much—“

Yejin only woke up because her felt a tickle in the back of throat. She cleared her throat in her sleep, groaning before she turns in the blanket that was haphazardly thrown on top of her. She lifted herself up using the little strength she had in her arms before she blinked at the cloudy morning.

“Oh, fuck,” she croaked, rubbing her eyes and noticing that it was 2 o’clock. Hardly morning anymore.

She scratched her head and looked over at Jaemin, who was star-fished across their bed and sleeping soundly with the same blanket barely draped over his abdomen. She smiled, leaning over to his forehead, laughing at him groaning before she walked over to take a shower. Long enough to just cleanse off last night’s activities, she stepped outside after ten minutes, getting dressed swiftly and watching Jaemin sleep soundly.

Yejin climbed on top of him, hovering over him with a smile and admiring the marks she left behind the last night as she pressed soft kisses on to them, feeling Jaemin stir once she reached his tummy.

“No,” Jaemin tutted, the same tone a parent would use whenever their child got into something they shouldn’t.

Yejin laughed, resting her head on his belly button, “I wasn’t doing anything.”

“You said that twice yesterday,” Jaemin smiled sleepily, scratching her head with blunt fingernails. “I don’t know if I can trust you anymore.”

“I promise I won’t do anything lewd,” she assured. “I was just admiring. Do you want to go out to eat with me?”

“Mm, what are you thinking?” Jaemin asked, throwing his free arm behind his head while looking down at Yejin with a gentle gaze.

“Lunch, at this point,” she mentioned, nodding towards the clock. “Whose turn is it to stay with Jeno?”

“Mine,” Jaemin yawned, nudging her to the side as he sat up and stretched his limbs. “I’m supposed to be there at four, so we should probably get going.”

“We can always get it to-go.”

“Let’s save that for a backup,” he mentioned, getting up from the bed and noticing eyes staring at him from behind. He looked over and furrowed his eyebrows as Yejin beamed up at him, “What?”

“You’re so pretty,” she smiled, pulling his hand for a kiss. “I love you.”

“Pretty?” Jaemin laughed, “that’s a first.”

“Hot, sexy, gorgeous— “she continued, deepening their kiss before he pulled away with a snort.

“I thought you said we were going out to eat. If you keep doing this, I’ll definitely get hard again.”

“Is that bad?”

“Move, Yejin. I’m hungry and I need to shower.”

“But you didn’t tell me you loved me back yet,” she pouted.

“I love you,” Jaemin huffed. “Done? Can I shower?”

Yejin nodded, another goofy grin before Jaemin slapped a hand over her bum playfully, “you’re such a freak. I’ll be out in a little, decide what we’re eating!”

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The Warrior and the Embers

Chapter 8: A New Threat

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Rowan awoke abruptly, well before dawn. Moonlight stretched its cool fingers over him through the window, while cold mists battered against the glass. The fire had long since burnt itself out, and no longer helped to keep away the chill.

His eyes ached, ripped to quickly from sleep. The warmth from his anger was utterly gone, and the cold emptiness had returned in full force.

It wasn’t so much he was in pain the way one was from a wound, a constant ache. No, instead it was like large parts of him were missing. His chest was empty – all those vital organs cleanly scooped out like so much cream.

And so often, the emptiness was so heavy that he couldn’t breathe around it, couldn’t think around it.

Rowan sat up on the bed and moved to open the window, the freezing glass stinging his skin. He shifted in a flash of light, and soared out over the courtyard, through the black stone gates and over the mountain range beyond.

The cool night air seeped cleanly into his lungs, filling them far better than his Fae body could.

The nightmares came every night. He had gotten used to them. Learned how to endure them. But that didn’t mean that it had gotten any easier.

Rowan had lost his mate, his wife, his love, just over two centuries ago now. And while purpose and distance had provided distractions form the agony of his loss, time had not dulled the wound.

His wings strained still further. Lyria’s screams still rang out in his head, filing his mind with their heart-wrenching sound. The familiar images flashed behind his eyes, and though he had seen them countless times, had relived them more than any other event in his life combined, they had not lost one drop of their potency, their brutal effectiveness.

Rowan breathed, and relaxed into the wind’s embrace. He soared still higher, breaking through the mists to reveal the length of Wendlyn flowing below him. The land was like a canvas painted in moonlight, the tips of the mountains bright and shining, the oaken forests rippling like folds of deep green silk.

This is what he had missed from the pitiful vantage point atop the horse’s back. The shape of the land, the way it moved and breathed like a great beast, or an ancient, slumbering god.

Rowan could see the western coastline snaking across the horizon in the distance, marking the barrier between Wendlyn and the great ocean separating the eastern and western continents. Countless rivers flowed down from the misty mountain peaks to meet with the sea beyond, steadily carving through the bedrock below.

The land was a familiar sight, a soothing one. The land of his queen and country. But it didn’t call to him, didn’t feel like home. And he didn’t love it.

The only time he had ever felt at home anywhere had been deep in the mountains, surrounded by pines and icy mountain wind. Where the snows got so deep that the drifts could overwhelm their cottage.

The home he had shared with Lyria. Where he had buried her. It had burned to nothing when the raiders had come, and was now just a blank patch of grass. Unremarkable, unmemorable.

He was the only one left who remembered her. The only one who still mourned her. His mate. A flower girl in the markets of Doranelle, with no family, no connections. He had lost Maeve’s favor, but he hadn’t cared, he’d mated her anyways, had loved her just the same.

And then she’d been taken from him. Murdered by foreign raiders. When she’d been pregnant with their child.

Rowan breathed deep, gliding over dark fields and mounds.

He hadn’t been there for her, hadn’t been there to protect her. He’d abandoned them, his wife and child, to pursue his own glory and honor. To regain Maeve’s favor. Lyria had begged him to stay, but he’d left her anyways. To face her fate alone.

Rowan dove, landing on an oak branch overlooking a dark field, unable to keep his body moving any longer.

The nightmares had been worse tonight. The anger that he had drowned in yesterday had eroded away at the icy walls he used to keep himself contained, guarded. The princess had incited a fury in him so great that it had created a pathway for the pain and shame and guilt to flood him – escaping through a breach in the dam.

And he hated her for it.

As Rowan bathed in his hate and shame and pain, a whip of darkness thrashed before him, breaking him from his train of vicious thoughts. He flapped away quickly, startled, while the tendrils of smoke rallied to strike yet again.

Rowan retaliated with ice and wind, driving the creature back as he returned to the skies.

He had inadvertently come to rest before a barrow-wight field. The home of dark creatures of smoke and malice that came out at night and reveled in catching unguarded Fae unawares, seeking to squirrel away their treasure. Beneath the field was undoubtedly a verifiable trove of riches, the hoard of the creatures above. Rich enough to rival a dragon, or a king.

If he could have, Rowan would have grinned. A perfect foe for the Heir of Fire.

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He felt the beginnings of dawn stirring on the other side of the Cambrian mountains, and flew swiftly back to Mistward to begin the day – first of a great many at the fortress. In the company of the princess.

He had left her the previous night in a truly horrific state. She was still wearing the vagrant clothes he’d first encountered her in, still smelling of the rooftops of Varese. And their brawl the previous night had left her with fresh bruises, a torn lip and a bloody mouth. A slight twinge of shame passed through him, a vague flicker of feeling.

No matter how much she deserved it, Rowan never reveled in an unfair fight. He had acted badly.

Rowan swooped back into the fortress, shifting and heading for the storage area where they kept extra linen, soaps and salves. Rowan took a small ivory tin that smelled of rosemary and mint, and would help reduce the swelling in the girl’s lip, as well as some clothes, soap and pitchers of water.

He didn’t think he could stand it if he had to deal with the girl’s stench for one more day. And he didn’t want to inflict it upon the other members of the fortress either.

He left the items outside the girl’s door just as dawn began to rear its head over the peaks of the mountains, along with a note that read: You deserved it. Maeve sends her wishes for a speedy recovery.

There. She got what she wanted – Rowan in trouble with Maeve. He knew it wouldn’t satisfy her, but he didn’t want her raring for a fight again this morning the way she had yesterday. He didn’t think he would be able to stop himself this time.

Rowan went back to his rooms and readied himself for the day, then headed down to the kitchens to meet with the princess, waiting in the hallway for her to appear.

She was late. Dawn had now fully broken, and Rowan would just love any excuse to pull her out of that room by his teeth and make her chop wood all afternoon for her tardiness.

Luckily for the princess, after barely another minute of stewing, Rowan heard footsteps in the kitchen at his back and the chattering from inside suddenly cease.

He turned and entered the kitchen. The princess had indeed arrived, now in the set of fresh clothes he had left, and the dirt of Varese finally cleaned off her.

Emrys, the fortress cook, was already awake and working on breakfast, stirring something in a large pot over a fire. Another male assisted him, standing in an out-of-the-way corner chopping onions and monitoring a collection of bread loaves baking in the large oven set into the wall beside him.

The two males nodded their greeting, Emrys respectful and the young male near-deferential, caution and fear emanating from each of them respectively. The girl just stared back at him, blank and hard.

In clothes that actually fit, she was gaunt, the blades of her collarbones sticking out like wings. In the morning light and without the dirt, the scars papering her skin were much more prominent, shining stripes of white-silver. Her eyes were dull with sleep, and the bruises on her face stood out against her pale skin.

His eyes tightened slightly as her scent wafted towards him. Her clean, untarnished scent.

The brightness he’d sensed beneath her disgusting stench was a sharp, potent mixture jasmine flowers and lemon verbena, of warmth and sweetness and biting citrus. Her embers still slumbered, but the scent of ash and smoke and charred wood clung to her like a cloud of mist.

It bit at him, scraping down his throat. Uncomfortable. Irritating.

He spoke through the burn, addressing where Emrys stood tending the fire. “Your new scullery maid for the morning shift. After breakfast, I have her for the rest of the day.”

Rowan turned to the girl now, a challenge in his eyes. You wanted to remain unidentified, so go ahead, Princess. Introduce yourself with whatever name you want.

She frowned in understanding, and then said hesitantly, “Elentiya. My name is Elentiya.”

Rowan’s brow furrowed in confusion. Why would the girl choose a name in Eyllwe? The language of a nation so far from Terrasen?

Rowan let the emotion go as Emrys cautiously approached the girl, not really caring enough to divine an answer.

Emrys wiped his hands on his apron and his eyes roved over the princess, assessing her clothes, her sharp, blank eyes, and her many scars. He seemed a bit taken aback by the strange child’s appearance, though he was unsurprised by the gruff command in Rowan’s voice. Emrys had resided in Mistward for years, decades even, and knew Rowan, was used to his way of behaving. Even so, he hesitated before entering the fraught, simmering space between him and the princess, obviously sensing the antagonism bubbling there.

He spoke softly, bowing to Rowan. “So good of you to find us additional help, Prince.” Then he turned to the girl and gave her an efficient once over. Rowan had been right to give the girl to Emrys. He’d work her hard, teach the spoiled princess the value of laboring for the benefit of others.

“Ever work in a kitchen?” he asked. Rowan almost scoffed.

“No,” she responded softly.

“Well, I hope you’re a fast learner and quick on your feet,” Emrys replied.

“I’ll do my best.”

And Rowan stalked out of the kitchen, having heard all he needed to, and aching to escape the princess’ presence and the scent that still tore at his throat.

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Rowan stalked up the stairs, heading for the fortified outer wall and the sentry station hidden within, where Malakai would be waiting.

As far as Rowan knew, Malakai was still the commander of the fortress and all of the forces housed within. So, though Rowan would prefer to keep to himself, this conversation was a necessary evil.

Rowan approached the station, really just a table in a small room off to the side near the entry gates, papered over in maps and missives. Malakai sat on a small wooden chair, pouring over a piece of paper clutched between white knuckles that Rowan recognized as a common field report from the fortress sentries.

He waited for Malakai to look up and acknowledge his presence, not wanting to start talking before absolutely necessary. Even if he was familiar with the male, had met with him on numerous occasions to collect reports for Maeve and distribute her instructions, Rowan was in no rush to spark this conversation.

It wasn’t that the two males didn’t along – Malakai regarded him with the usual fear and grudging respect. It was more that Rowan didn’t particularly get along with anybody, especially outside the inner circle of Maeve’s warrior-court.

Malakai sighed, breathing in deep and finally getting a whiff of Rowan’s scent. He quickly looked up, his eyes widening in surprise.

“Oh,” he said, taken aback, “Prince Whitethorn.”

Rowan grunted an acknowledgement.

“I’m sorry I’d just assumed you had left with the Queen and her retinue last night.”

“So she’s gone.”

Malakai furrowed his brow. “Yes – Her Majesty left late last night, returning to Doranelle.”

Rowan nodded, accepting the information. He had not felt the presence of Maeve’s power since the night before, but that wasn’t in and of itself a confirmation of her departure.

“The Queen of the Fae has commanded that I stay stationed here at Mistward. I’m to train a female who arrived with us last night, and to remain here through the season, and perhaps into the summer or fall.” If I’m unlucky, he added mentally.

Malakai just nodded, unsuccessfully leashing his surprise at the news. “Has Queen Maeve given you any other assignment while in the fortress?” he asked, tentative.

“No – but I am to take command throughout the duration of my stay here.”

Again Malakai just nodded, accepting the demotion with as much grace as could be expected. Rowan guessed that he could just count himself lucky that the male wasn’t as prone to aggressive plays for dominance as so many of the other Fae were. Particularly as his patience had already been worn so thin in dealing with the princess and her aggressive dominant royal bullshit.

“Any news?”

Rowan didn’t actually expect there to be any, Mistward was a quiet and secluded place, but he asked so that he could wrap up this conversation and move on. So when Malakai frowned and said, “Actually, yes – ” it surprised, and then concerned him.

“I just received the report from a scout that returned this morning from the northwest, near the southern hills.”

Rowan frowned. They had passed through those hills on their journey to the fortress. Whatever news the sentry brought had probably missed them by days – if not by hours.

“He discovered a body.”

Rowan tensed, clenching his jaw as Malakai continued. “A demi-Fae male. Time and cause of death were indeterminable – but he was killed no longer than a week past and no sooner than two days ago.”

Right when he and the princess had been traveling through the area. Frustration and cold anger coiled in Rowan’s gut. “Skinwalkers?” he asked through his teeth.

“No – not unless they’ve drastically changed their patterns.”

Rowan raised his brows questioningly.

“The male was only a husk. Whoever killed him drained him of his very essence. There were no marks, no wounds or bruises – only dried blood streaking from his mouth and ears. Though apparently his skin was withered and dried – the scout compared it to an old apple.” Malakai’s voice twisted in disgust. “But according to him, the most horrifying part was the smell. The body stank of something twisted and vile. When I asked the boy to describe it, he just spluttered. I’ve never known him to be scared, or tentative. But he looked absolutely terrified. All he would say was that the scent was wrong, just wrong, and that I would know it when I smelled it.”

Rowan’s face had darkened while Malakai spoke, a promise of violence sparking in his eyes.

“And this is the first you’ve seen of this?”

“Yes. There have been no other bodies, no strange sightings. Nothing else unusual reported.”

“Who was the male?”

“We don’t yet know. No one from in or around the fortress is missing, and we haven’t received word of any missing people within the past month, let alone any who match this male’s description. There isn’t much around here as you know – you have to travel closer to the coast or the rivers to find any farms or towns.”

“What was the precise location?” Rowan mentally readied himself to depart.

Malakai turned and pulled a map from underneath a pile of papers on the desk. It was of the western side of the Cambrian mountain range, and the lands separating them from the sea. Villages dotted the coastline and the rivers that fed from the mountains, roads connecting them to Varese and the mountain passes.

Malakai pointed to a spot deep in the hills abutting the westernmost peak on the map, where the hills were narrowest between the peaks and the oceans. Rowan committed the map to memory, then looked back at Malakai. “Is there anything else I should know?”

“Nothing that I can think of. Fly well Whitethorn, and…when you return, would you let me know what you discover?”

Rowan nodded brusquely, turning to leave and taking off into the morning sun.

The trip that had taken them nearly three days on horseback took him barely an hour through the air. Not only could he bypass all of the detours they’d been forced to take around crevasses, and avoid the winding paths through the forests, he no longer had to force a horse up rocky hillsides, or ford across slow-moving rivers.

And, with his magic, Rowan could push and pull the winds at will, driving him still faster through the clouds. His hawk body soared over the land in great leaps and bounds, miles melting beneath his feathers, the body of the dead demi-Fae drawing closer with each beat of his wings.

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“It was just as the scout said.” Rowan told Malakai bluntly. “The body was dumped near a river inlet that fed into the ocean, less than fifteen miles out. It was lying on its stomach, but when I flipped it over, the face was contorted. The male had been scared when he died. Horrified.”

“But who ever heard of someone being scared to death.” Malakai frowned.

Rowan grunted.

He certainly had not. It was possible that Maeve may have encountered such a thing over her many millennia, or perhaps Lorcan or Gavriel, who had a combined three centuries on Rowan. But if so, he’d never heard them speak of it. Nor had he ever heard mention of such a thing happening, not in legend or rumor.

It grated on him, the ignorance. Made him feel incapable.

Malakai was staring intently at the table in front of him, at the pile of paper, as if it would provide the answers he sought so desperately.

His scent was filled with worry and grief. While nowhere near as old as Rowan, the male was an elder of the demi-Fae, and felt responsible for the welfare of the people who lived here. They were his home, his family. And like all Fae males, he needed to protect them.

It sent a familiar ache through Rowan.

Malakai sighed, and seemed to shake himself from a stupor. Then said, “Well, I’ll be sure to keep you informed Prince, about anything else that may come up.”

Rowan just nodded, and turned to leave the station, heading for the kitchens.

He couldn’t get the image of the demi-Fae male out of his head. It had been grisly. While no blood had been spilt, and animals had avoided the body, the sight of a sentient being in such a desiccated, ruined state was deeply disturbing.

And the smell. It had been like nothing Rowan had even sensed before. It was indescribable, unnatural and vile and completely other.

The scout had not exaggerated. Whatever had killed the male was entirely wrong.

And Rowan had been so close, within a few miles when this demi-Fae male had been murdered, had been utterly eviscerated, and he hadn’t been able to do a damn thing. A deep, violent anger broke through Rowan’s icy indifference, as it seemed to do so much more easily lately.

A new threat was stalking Wendlyn.

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kurtstinypurse · 4 years

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30 Klaine Headcanons Asked & Answered!

thanks for the request, @yas5416!

this is really long, but I’d like to think it’s a good time. I’m answering for my idea of present-day Klaine unless otherwise specified. great mix of SFW & NSFW headcanon prompts below the cut!

pls reply w any opinions on these!!

list is rebloggable here

SFW

1. Who cooks?

They both enjoy cooking and work well together in the kitchen. Kurt’s a stress baker, and he likes to try new recipes to challenge himself when he has the time, but Blaine is the one that throws together easy weeknight meals, and he also likes to pack Kurt a lunch when he has extra time in the mornings.

2. Who’s the messiest? The cleanest?

Blaine’s a pretty clean guy, thanks to his private school upbringing. Kurt’s not messy, per se, but he is a bit more cluttered because he has more stuff. Kurt loves to organize, though, and he goes on organize binges every couple months when he’s stressed. He probably got really into the KonMarie thing, but didn’t really keep up with it. Kurt’s also a messier eater, growing up with Burt. Adding Finn into the mix, he quickly learned to eat fast if he wanted to get his fair share at the dinner table. Blaine’s a really neat eater, especially after moving past the cronut/cheese puff incident.

3. Who fixes the vehicle after a breakdown?

Kurt, of course! He picked up a lot of car knowledge and has a pretty varied skillset thanks to growing up in his dad’s shop. He loves doing it, too. Especially because it turns Blaine on.

4. Living space has a leak! Who fixes it?

They bicker. Blaine tries. Kurt calls the landlord.

5. Who buys the groceries?

They go together. They make it a point to spend every Monday together, since it’s their dark night each week, and that includes grocery shopping. They make a little date out of it, probably get brunch beforehand or find a farmers market.

6. Going out to eat: Who pays? Who orders the most food? And who has dessert?

In high school, Blaine liked to pay for their dates. He ordered more food, but Kurt almost always went for something lighter to save room for cheesecake. Nowadays, their money all comes from the same place, anyway, but everything else still stands...but with a little less cheesecake, because Kurt’s metabolism ain’t what it used to be.

7. Would they go to the beach?

Blaine has definitely dragged Kurt to the beach for a weekend trip. Kurt grumbled about sunburn and sunscreen and skin damage the whole time, but he got to see Blaine tanned and shirtless, and he got to feel Blaine’s skin warm from the sun under his fingertips, so...

8. Who knows how to swim? Who doesn’t?

They both know how, but neither get the opportunity very frequently. When Blaine has the chance, he likes to swim for exercise. Kurt’s more of a floater.

9. Is someone multilingual? Do they try to teach another language to the other? How does it go?

Neither of them are fluent in another language, but Kurt knows a good bit of French, and Blaine’s absorbed some Tagalog from relatives, though he can understand it much better than speak it himself. Kurt has tried to teach Blaine a bit of French, but somehow they always end up distracted...

10. Any pets? Or plants?

Kurt is a cat person, and Blaine is a dog person, so they compromise and get one of each. Kurt insisted on a low-shed, hypoallergenic dog, but somehow he doesn’t seem to mind it if the cat sheds. Blaine likes to take the dog for runs in Central Park.

11. Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights?

They really like bathing and showering together when they have the time, but it’s more intimate than sexual for them, and it’s kind of a rare occasion because they like to take their time. They’ve tried shower sex, but they never really got the hang of it because it’s overrated, anyway. But they both really enjoy washing one another’s hair and taking care of each other. Blaine will surprise Kurt with a bath when Kurt’s working late, and sometimes Blaine will join him. Lots of bubbles.

12. Can they stand silence? Who talks the most? Who talks the least?

In the early days, they were almost never quiet. They had so much to talk about. But as their relationship became more intimate, they both learned together to appreciate the beauty in silence and the closeness it can offer. Nowadays, they co-exist a lot, Kurt on his laptop and Blaine reading a book in the same room, or Blaine quietly playing piano while Kurt sketches new designs. They both talk a lot when they’re excited or passionate about something, and if one is excited about something, the other gets excited, too.

13. Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?

Kurt tends to be an early riser, but Blaine likes to sleep in when he can. Blaine still tries to wake up early and make Kurt breakfast in bed every once in awhile, but he rarely succeeds in waking up first. On their days off, when they don’t have anywhere to go, Blaine’s a total koala and wants to cuddle all morning, so Kurt has to drag him out of bed. Eventually.

14. Who is the highest maintenance? Does the other mind?

They’re both high maintenance in their own ways, so neither really minds. Kurt is picky about the sort of food and products they buy, and he can be pretty short with Blaine when he’s stressed. Blaine’s the more high maintenance one when it comes to their relationship, though. He needs a little extra validation, a little extra love, but once they got married, Kurt finally understood what Blaine needed. He makes it a point to be affectionate in small ways, like frequent little touches and extra words of affirmation when Blaine’s stressed, too.

15. Vacation ideas: who decides them? Where would they go, if anywhere?

They don’t have much time to travel, and they typically use their few vacation days to visit Burt and Carole in Ohio. When they do have the time, though, Blaine likes to pick out spots for weekend trips, and then Kurt will plan the details. I can really see them spending a weekend or two in a cabin in Maine. They’ve got a bucket list mega-European vacation tentatively planned for some time in the future.

NSFW

1. How often do they have sex, if at all?

If at all. HAH! They both love having sex. Back in high school, they scheduled it to ensure they took advantage of as much empty-house time as possible. During college, they were able to freely have sex as much as they wanted, which ended up being at least something most nights. Nowadays, they schedule it again because they are both so busy, but staying physically connected is very important to both of them. It’s not so much scheduling to tick the box, but scheduling to make sure they take advantage of the opportunity as often as possible.

2. Who brings ideas? Who initiates?

Kurt brings most ideas to the table because truly, Blaine’s just happy to be there. Whatever pleases Kurt pleases him, too. He totally gets off on Kurt getting off. Blaine’s also always ready to get f’ed at the drop of a hat. He’s almost always been the one to initiate unscheduled sex, and though sometimes Kurt plays hard to get...he usually ends up caving.

3. Any kinks they clash on?

Kurt really doesn’t get Blaine’s whole bird thing, but he’s not mad about it.

4. Oddest place they’d have sex?

Other than some drunken make-outs at bars and a little bit of car sex, they’ve only had sex out of their living spaces once. They both fantasized about hooking up at McKinley, but neither were brave enough to do it. Kurt was slammed with work and school and they hadn’t had sex in over a week, which was an eternity for them. He was having a really rough shift at the Spotlight Diner one day, and when Blaine popped in for lunch unexpectedly, Kurt kinda snapped and just had to have him right now, Blaine. So he dragged Blaine into the storage closet and had his way with him. Buuuut they almost got caught, and it scared them enough to stay away from any repeat performances.

5. Favourite positions?

Blaine likes eye contact, so they usually have sex facing each other. When Kurt does bottom, he usually likes to ride Blaine. But when they go a little harder and a little faster, Blaine’s face down, ass up, and Kurt’s completely covering him.

6. Dom/top? Sub/bottom? Any switches?

I will die on the hill that Kurt is a primary top, and Blaine is a primary bottom, with an 85/15% split. Kurt’s pretty dominant in the bedroom, but not particularly to BDSM levels. Blaine really really enjoys pleasing Kurt and letting Kurt take whatever he needs from him. That’s what makes him feel loved and safe.

7. Genital headcanons?

Kurt’s got a pretty big dick. Blaine’s not small by any means, but closer to average. Blaine’s got that thicc ass, though, so y’know.

8. Favourite erogenous zones?

Kurt is really sensitive in general. The neck is a big erogenous zone for him, and his nipples are, too. For some reason, biting Blaine’s earlobe really gets him going, and his inner thighs are a big one, too.

9. Quickest turn ons? Immediate turn offs?

Kurt gets really turned on by Blaine wearing his glasses, wearing sweatpants, curls flying free, just looking generally unkempt. He also finds Blaine to be really sexy right when he gets back from working out. Blaine’s pretty much always turned on.

When they lived in the loft, Rachel’s vocal warmups were an instant mood killer. Now that they live in their own place, there’s not much that comes between them and getting laid.

10. First to orgasm? Last to orgasm? Who comes the most? Does someone ever end up unfinished?

Blaine struggled a bit with premature ejaculation when they first started having sex because he was just so eager. Thankfully, he also has a pretty quick recovery time, so he can usually go twice. Kurt usually gets Blaine off once so he’ll last longer when Kurt’s actually fucking him. Kurt’s got pretty good stamina, so he’ll fuck Blaine until Blaine comes and then keep going because Blaine likes the feeling of oversensitivity and, again, Kurt taking what he needs from him. Also, when Blaine comes, he comes a lot. They don’t really have an issue with either of them not finishing, but Blaine had trouble finishing once or twice after they got back together because he was still feeling a lot of guilt about Eli and cried a lot during sex for awhile. I think about this too much lol bye

11. Favourite romantic gestures during sex/orgasm?

Lots of “I love yous,” lots of kissing. Blaine gets in moods sometimes where he just wants to kiss every square inch of Kurt’s body and make him feel beautiful. Kurt usually gives Blaine permission to come, not as a kinky thing, but as an intimate gesture. “Come on, it’s okay, I’ve got you” kind of thing.

12. How are their afterglows?

Blaine is really, really cuddly. He just wants to gaze at Kurt and hold him and kiss him and tell him how much he loves him. Kurt likes the afterglow, he does, but he also really wants to shower after. But Blaine usually wins out, because who could resist?

13. Who’s loud? Who’s quiet? Does one try to make the other louder/quieter? How?

Neither of them are particularly quiet, but Blaine’s more of a babbler while Kurt’s a moaner. Blaine’s an endless stream of “fuck, I love you, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, Iloveyousomuch, fuck,” while Kurt is just moan-y. Kurt probably held back on the moans when they were first having sex, but Blaine encouraged him to be vocal because he gets off on knowing Kurt’s enjoying it. So Kurt moans now, pretty unabashedly but not too loud, with the occasional “fuck” and occasional “Blaine” in the mix.

14. Lights on or off? Do they look at each other? Or is someone embarrassed?

In the beginning, it was lights-off, gentle candlelight only, per Kurt’s request. He was a bit embarrassed about eye contact at first, but he got over the embarrassment soon enough. Blaine really likes eye contact.

15. Open or closed relationship? Do they sometimes share?

They absolutely do not share. They probably have one of those “celebrity freebie lists” where if they were approached and asked for sex they could go for it. Buuut...once they started becoming more successful, and that became anywhere close to realistic, they both decided to shut that down real quick. Kurt is for Blaine, and Blaine is for Kurt, and that’s all.

#this was super fun #sorry it's so long #it got away from me lol #I just have #a lot of thoughts #many things to say #i luv my klaine #and i luv thinking about them #and i luv thinking about them fuckin lmao #my analysis #my headcanon #klaine #klaine headcanon #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #kurt meta #blaine meta #klaine meta

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noah-moth-cursed-chaos · 3 years

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Emile-Hides told me about their self indulgent(and also super cool) Chzo Mythos au, so I have decided I shall reveal some stuff about mine as well, mostly just random details. Im p sure it diverges from canon quite a bit, especially the parts involving Chris Bc I can’t fully understand Chris’ canon for the life of me(It isn’t actually very complicated I’m just dense for some reason) Most of the first half of this has turned out to be rambling abt the TCS factors of my au specifically.

-Obviously, post TCS events, as I’ve mentioned before Trilby adopts a scuttler which he trains and raises, the scuttler becomes a soldier buzzer when it grows up. Trilby adores it.

-Trilby has a brother! The brother is my interpretation of one of the playable characters in TCS, but I won’t say which one.. yet.

-I wasn’t a huge fan of the paradox full circle 7DAS Malcolm being Trilby thing so I sorta made my own version? 7DAS Malcolm and his family are clones of Trilby and his family made by Chzo so Trilby could fully serve his purpose as a guide. Obviously they aren’t exactly identical because of the huge environmental and time differences.

-My version of the Wizard grew up in The Order Of Blessed Agonies. Her father was a devote member and her role model. Her blessed agony of the soul was supposed to be to kill him. She couldn’t do it. They locked her up and planned to sacrifice her, a member of the Ministry of Occultism however investegated the location, shut it down, and freed her. She then promised herself she’d stop The Order’s plans.

-The scholar kept a wallet with pictures of his family in it to remind him of why he was trying to stop the ancient. Eventually he got word of the murder of his wife and child and... gave up, sadly.

-The warrior found his car, and decided to use his notes to figure out what was happening and how to stop it, on the way he ran into the wizard, and they decided to work together to stop the ancient.

-The invading ancient was Chzo.

-Trilby was trying to find the ancient at the same time, he arrived at Stonehenge very shortly after the Warrior and Wizard had managed to banish Chzo. Trilby helped patched them up and they all talked and all that good stuff. Neither Trilby or the Wizard could really go back to their past at that point. Because of this the Warrior offered to let them stay with him. On the way out of Stonehenge was when Trilby found and grabbed Steve the scuttler.

Ok now on from TCS

-Chris has amnesia. He can’t remember much of what happened before the day his parents died. He also doesn’t remembered what happened to reverse his zombie-ness. He just knows he isn’t a zombie anymore.

-Chris lived with his parents in the house we see in the game, but didn’t have the best relationship with them. Because of this he also had a room at an appartment his friend stayed in(he insisted on helping her pay the rent despite her saying he didn’t have to). He and this friend had known each other since high school and were super close. He doesn’t remember hardly anything about her, but he read some of his old books and saw her name mentioned in the lists of people he thanked, so he does know whoever she was she was important to him.

-The mental hospital Chris stayed in was really a product of its time. The doctors didn’t understand much about the mental illnesses they were treating. Their practices weren’t great, and the psychology they relied on was flaky at best. Chris honestly ended up worse off because of it.

-Trilby did in fact meet Chris while trying to steal a ruby! And yes, they went on a date. Trilby was just trying to get out of trouble. Chris was quite flattered and thought there was more to it. They went their separate ways after that. A few years later when they run into each other when Trilby joins the Ministry, both are a bit shell shocked.

-After the hotel incident Trilby just entirely shut everyone out. He was terrified of everything. He was a mess. Most of the Ministry just brushed him off, another nobody who couldn’t handle the stress of the job. Chris reached out to him and tried to help him through everything. This is how they started getting close.

-When their handler at the time noticed that they were beginning to become friends, she(idk who their handler actually would’ve been so I just made someone up) started sending them on missions together, wanting to see how they’d work together in the field. They worked great, and therefore ended up a pretty well known duo in the ministry.

-Claire is good friends with both Chris and Trilby and is sorta a mother hen type. She’s always pestering them to take care of themselves and be responsible and all that. She’s a very sweet woman.

-Trilby took Simone’s death personally. He took all the deaths related to Chzo and Cabadath personally. Yes he wasn’t particularly close to most of the people, but he still should’ve stopped it. In his mind at least. He feels like since he’s directly connected to Chzo by fate, he shares partial responsibility for the suffering and death Chzo causes that he fails to stop.

-On a lighter note Trilby ended up sorta a father figure to Jim. They keep in contact through mail mostly. It’s part of what compelled Trilby to join the STP: ending up in jail, until Jim found out, would just look like he abandoned the poor kid. He didn’t want to do that to him.

-Trilby has dad instincts. Don’t fight me on this.

-Chris is that person who learns to make all the drinks his friends like so he can surprise them with them when they have a bad day.

-Chris keeps his bedsheets and himself extremely clean despite the rest of his appartment usually being a mess. He figures if he can’t keep up with all of it right now he should keep up with what helps him feel comfortable and work his way up.

-Trilby is the literal definition of organized chaos, his house, his office, all of it looks like a train wreck, but he knows exactly where everything is. It’s magical.

-Chris one time tried to adopt a hellhound. Nobody was exactly happy about that. Chris eventually had to send it back to hell.

-Chris acts shocked when Trilby curses despite Trilby doing it quite often.

-Trilby is more sentimental than you’d think. He keeps a lot of little trinkets and such to hold on to those he loves in a way. If you give him a gift, chances are he’s not getting rid of it unless he absolutely has to. Even then it’s not too likely he’s letting it go. His most treasured keepsake is his mother’s wedding ring.

-Chris can’t take good photos for the life of him. They all come out blurry or overexposed or grainy. He finds it infuriating but his friends find it hilarious.

-Trilby and Chris are those idiots who pine for each other constantly but neither can say crap. Claire just wished they’d get over themselves and kiss already.

#chzo mythos #chzo Mythos au #xdays #xdays series #xdas #I know it’s not too out there but I have big anxiety with straying from canon

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TITLE: Cacalotl / El Cuervo GENRE: Crime & Romance FANDOM: Mayans M.C. SHIP(S): Coco & Original Female Character STATUS: Complete LENGTH: 4,057 words

Coco is beginning to feel worn down by balancing his responsibilities with the MC and his relationship with Maya. Before she goes away to a festival for a week he gets a letter letting him know that he’s being placed back on active duty. The club is supportive now that he is a fully patched member and all that is left to do is tell Maya about it. Meanwhile she discovers some game changing news of her own.

The honeymoon phase was officially over, whatever the fuck that meant. Five months into their relationship and there was no longer any novelty about coming home and finding arbitrary art supplies scattered into every corner of his place. Or the small piles of clothes that remained stacked where they’d been removed until he reminded her to do her fucking laundry. Though he didn’t have too much of a leg to stand on with complaints, his beer bottles and cigarette butts were practically a form of interior design by this point. Both of them had low moods where they weren’t productive, much less focused on avoiding the other’s pet peeves.

When he was still a prospect Coco could get away with disappearing for a few hours to a night or two spent somewhere else. Now that he was a fully patched member he didn't have to stay late after parties and runs to clean shit up. There was more freedom and some stability now that the club business was going good. Maya had decided to cut down on the amount of travel she did a year, her nights spent split between the RV parked in the back of Coco's house and his bed. Sometimes it was great, he felt a sense of peace coming home and seeing her face light up when he entered the room. Or her head popping out from behind the thin door of her van once the sound of his motorcycle cut off. The feel of her pressed against him at night. But on the hard days, ones where she would suddenly stay in all day and only move to finish a painting or pop something in the microwave reminded him of just how trapped all of the so called stability made Coco feel.

And the guilt at having those feelings just made him feel even more fucked up. Maya would look at him with those big dopey eyes and say sweet things at him. Even when his temper would flare and he would push her away she would just shut down and give him space or worse...be outright accepting. The guys didn’t see it as a problem and Coco had gone long past the point of trying to explain. As far as Angel and Gilly were concerned she was damn near perfect, never causing drama or getting into Club business. She didn’t even give Coco a hard time when they would spend nights at Vicki’s for some celebration or another that usually involved other women giving them attention.

Which was just another sin Coco could add to his current list of burdens. While Maya had remained faithful and filled her time making art Coco had not been able to resist flirting and stealing kisses from the women at Vicki's. He hadn't slept with anyone, an embarrassingly small point of pride he still wore like a badge. Though the longer it took for them to see any kind of excitement or danger the more his resolve weakened on that front. When they finally got a job doing a run that their northern charter couldn’t complete, crossing over territories that would take at least a couple of days to cover and keep up with the necessary hospitality, it felt like a breath of fresh air. An eager distraction from confronting the news he’d gotten earlier that week.

Maya certainly hadn’t seen it that way.

“Oh.” Her shoulders slumped and the look of disappointment that wormed onto her face made his stomach clench. “ I have to leave for that festival in a couple days…”

“Yeah.” She’d been gearing up for that for weeks, only adding to the stress of their interactions. A smudge of red paint on her cheek told him she’d been working on the collection again. Finally being able to get away for more than a day was exactly what he needed. “And?”

“I just thought you might want to spend it together.” Her words were loaded and it sent Coco automatically on edge. They had never set restrictions on the other’s behavior before but now she was going to disapprove of the Club business?

“It’s not exactly a choice.”

“But you want to go, right?”

His shoulders bunched up, making the shrug more apparent and he turned his back to where she was standing in the kitchen to head towards the room and begin packing his bag. The plan was to leave early in the morning and cover as much road as possible. Maya stayed at the doorway and even not facing her Coco could guess that her arms were crossed over her chest. “I gotta go. It feels like I’ve been stuck in the house for fucking weeks.”

“That’s kind of funny,” Though her tone made it clear that she felt no amusement. “ considering you’ve had more shifts and club stuff these last two weeks than in the past couple of months. And when you are here you’re practically itching to leave.”

“How the fuck do you know what’s going on in my head?” The clothes were tossed onto the bed with little care, just a couple things that would fit into his military surplus backpack.

“Are you serious?” She scoffs, turned to head back into the kitchen so that she could finish putting away some dishes she’d been working on clearing out earlier. Maya had a habit of leaving them in the sink until the end of the day and felt the need to clean from the rising tension come over her. “The only time you want to talk to be around me is when you want to fuck.”

“Wait wait,” He calls from the other room and the sound of his pack being dropped to the floor is the only noise until he’s standing in front of her with an incredulous expression. Dark brows are lowered into a glower and Maya squares her shoulders in preparation for the oncoming fight.

They didn’t get into arguments often. In fact she could probably count the number of actual fights on one hand, usually resulting in one of them leaving the house until they had both cooled down and were ready to actually talk about it. There was always some sort of catalyst, or some slow building thing that was finally too much for either of them bare. The former was always an easier fix...but something about the way that he’d been pushing her away made her think the resolution wouldn’t be so simple this time. It had only become obvious that something was wrong when she noticed the way he would lean away from her, the casual brush of his hand against her waist or ass had long since stopped when they were in public. And even though she knew the club had legitimate connections and business at Vicki’s, Coco came back smelling more and more like cheap perfume instead of just cigarette smoke.

“Don’t pull that fuckin shit. If I’m not at the club or work I’m here just hanging while you do your art so you can take the fuck off again. And when I gotta do the same you wanna start shit? Fuck!” One of the drying plates from the sink is swept off the counter in one fast movement, sending glass shattering on the floor and making Maya jump a couple inches in the air. Her eyes are wide with shock and he purposefully doesn’t meet them, only stares at the organic shaped pieces of ceramic that decorated the tile.

“What the fuck is goin’ on with you?” Her Appalachian draw picked up as her heart started to race. There was definitely something deeper that caused this kind of reaction in him and the dread that it was something big began to loom in her mind’s horizon. “This isn’t about me wanting to spend time with you before I leave town for a couple weeks is it?”

“No, it’s about you never leaving me the fuck alone!” She’s silent, watching him try to breathe some level headed thoughts back into the conversation, his hand swipes at his mouth where some spittle still clung from when he was shouting. “You’re always here, and when you’re not you’re in my fucking drive way. I agreed to date you, not put a fucking ring on it.”

Coco felt out of control. As though the topic they had was covered in a metaphoric sheen of gasoline and in his hand held the match. Sure, there had been times when Coco had done his best to lash out and push Maya away, but all of those had been weighted down by his infatuation with her. Now, all he could think about was how good the road was going to feel and the hours of silence and distance. Of action. Of getting away from the conversation at hand and where he knew it would lead. There was far more comfort in the life that he’d known than there was struggling to find himself in a life of domesticity with her.

“Well it’s a good thing I’m leaving then, I guess.” To agree with her out loud would be too spiteful so instead he went to work picking up the mess he’d made. Shoulders still held high and tight and each action was careful, like he was desperately trying to keep whatever he was feeling buried. Each silent moment made the void of anxiety in her chest open just a little bit wider. “Do you...still want me here? Or is this about something else?”

Coco’s dark eyes snap to her face and Maya swallows heavily. There’s a severity to his grimace and she had a feeling if he didn’t have a dust pan full of broken plate he’d probably be reaching for a cigarette right about now. After dumping them in the trash can he ran a hand through his hair. A few moments of tense silence later and Coco crossed the kitchen to pull out an official looking envelope, her own gaze drawn towards the seal of the US military at the corner. “What the fuck is that?”

“Got this a couple days ago. “ Her hands were practically shaking as the piece of paper slipped free from its packaging. A quick scan of the first page gave her enough information...he was being called back to active duty and would have to leave at the end of the month. “I already told the guys, they got no beef with it.”

“But you didn’t want to tell me. You didn’t even tell me you were still enlisted!” “Signed up for six years, they can call me back if they want.”

“So? Fuck them!”

The glare she receives for that outburst tells her all she needs to know. His mind was made up and the withdrawing made total sense now. A lump formed in her throat and she retreated back to his room to climb onto the bed and wait for him to follow. The painting she’d just finished earlier was still hung on the wall to dry and caught her eye. When Coco finally came in to finish packing Maya waited, the air heavy between them. There was an emotional pain blooming in her heart that felt like the coming of the end. Her voice wavered when she finally worked up the courage to speak.

“What does that mean for us? I don’t...I don’t want us to be over.”

Tears finally break free and make tracks down her cheeks and Coco lets out a heavy sigh. Maya hadn’t even noticed that she had her palms pressed to her face until his calloused hands are gently pulling them away so he can wrap his arms around her. Falling for each other hadn’t been in either one’s plans and even though she’d never met another person that made her feel like he did --- some part of her had always known that Coco wasn’t ready for something permanent.

“Nothing’s got to change right now, we got a couple days to figure it out.” She shook her head against his shoulder and let out a small hiccup of a sob. He was leaving to get away from her. He wanted it to end and there was nothing that she could do about it. The emotion at the forefront of her mind was heavy confusion at how they had even gotten to this point. More gentle than he had ever been, Coco buried his face against her neck and for just a moment she thought he might join her in shedding a couple tears. Instead he simply stroked her back until her chest felt a little less tight and her crying had slowed to a stop. The warmth of his palm against her spine and Coco’s steady breathing turned heavy as he pulled her closer still.

“I love you.” Maya whispered into the space between them. He didn’t reply, simply placed a kiss in the corner of her neck, her jaw, her lips. His hands are careful but still hold a bit of desperation where they grip her. The fact that he doesn’t say it in return doesn’t go unnoticed but she valiantly pushed the fear of what was to come away so that she could only feel the familiar and comforting arousal that his attentions usually brought on. Maya kissed him back with fervor, hands splayed on his chest, smoothed over the loose white T-shirt he wore until she could wrap her arms around his neck. The long steady strokes down her back slowly reach even lower until he’s grabbing her ass and pulling her into his lap.

“I’m sorry.” She’s not sure if he means for the fight, or for something more final… Either way it doesn’t matter at the moment. Maya shushes him with another kiss, one of her hands going to card through the short black hair at the base of his head. His gentleness begins to fade when she arches her back so that their chests are pressed against the other, though there is still a measure of care to his movements when Coco pauses to remove the sundress she'd thrown on earlier.

His clothes are quick to follow and Maya takes the opportunity to stretch out on the mattress beside him, eyes roving over his bare form -- memorising the lines of his tattoos and the way they move over his muscles. Soon the shadow of him looms over her, his forearms bracketed either side of her and Coco places a kiss on her forehead. There's something heavy and too scary to name behind their intimacy. A slowness that neither had really had too much patience for before that night. Now it was as though both of them were determined to take their time, one of his legs sliding between hers and allowing the weight of his body to rub her in all the right places.

"Fuck, you feel good." He groans, hips rolling against her. Maya smirks and brings her hand up to lick her palm before slipping it between them and around his member, earning a gasp of pleasure and fevered kiss for her efforts. Coco thrust against her hand, his own findinding purchase in gripping her thigh or calf where it's raised against his side. His breath is hot between them, warming the air between kisses placed on her collar and lower still.

Maya lets out a small cry when he noses against her breast then his lips close around a raised nipple. At the same time Coco easily entered her, her hand on his dick going to scrape up his back and rest curled around broad inked shoulders in order to keep him close. She feels stretched and full in all the right ways, but it’s still not enough.

"Shit, harder baby--" Her tone breathy and heavy with desperation. The heat on Maya's belly growing and moving south with building pressure of pleasure. Opposite of her request, he comes free of her and laughs at the pouting frown that creased her full lips. Before she had time to complain though, Coco takes firm hold of one of her legs and brings it up to his shoulder.

“Oh! Fuck!” At this angle it feels like he might be trying to split her open, hips pistoning fast and harsh until the sound of their pants and the slap of flesh is all that’s left. One of Maya’s hands traces up the muscles of his stomach to lay a palm over his chest and Coco meets her lust filled gaze with heavy lidded eyes. A wet kiss placed messily at the where her calf is balanced against his collar. Her own eyes fall closed as her orgasm ripples through her and pulls him closer to the edge, but she thinks she catches the words ‘Te quiero’ on his lips.

It’s almost a week before she talks to him again. Four days before she’s supposed to return from the festival. The next morning Coco had taken off hours before she woke up, leaving Maya full of insecurity over their future and the argument that had occured that night. There was no trying to talk him out of his decision and the longer that she spent thinking about the time that would mean apart --- the bigger the void got in her chest and the looming feeling of heartbreak. They had never spent too much time planning their future, but she had a feeling at least a year apart would require some kind of heavy talking. And if their last conversation was any judge of his feelings on commitment then she truly felt as though their relationship was living on borrowed time. The internal disquiet caused her stomach to let out a sharp pang of nausea, bile rising in her throat and Maya forced herself to breathe through it rather than go running out of her booth.

“Hey! Maya!” A familiar voice caused her head to snap up and a grin pushed the dark thoughts momentarily at bay. Tati, the artist that ran the table next to hers came over with a water bottle in her outstretched hand. “Here, you’re looking kind of pale.”

“I’m alright, just a bit of indigestion.”

“Damn, that sucks. Do you think I could borrow a tampon?”

“No. Please do not return it.” She laughed and went to get her purse, sure she had a few older ones lying towards the bottom of the large patchwork bag. Her mind ildely trying to think of the last time she’d used them and froze with a sudden icy chill of panic Maya couldn’t hope to hide. Her fingers shook as she fumbled to place the plastic wrapped tube in her friend’s hand.

“You okay? You look like you just saw a fucking ghost.”

“N..No, I’m fine.” Tati looked unconvinced but thanked her again before heading back over to the safety of her canopy. These were the times she wished she’d split the table with another artist so that she might be able to take a break and answer the scary question that was growing like a weed in the back of her mind. As it was she would have to wait until the end of the day to close up her booth and head to the nearest convenience store, each hour passing by impossibly slow despite the amount of decent foot traffic she had. Her gaze cast out and locked onto a nest of a black birds, most likely a crow, equally busy in the tree across the foot worn path. Whether they were a beautiful show of nature or a bad omen she couldn’t say. Instead she counted the weeks since her last cycle, then again for good measure to make sure that it wasn’t just paranoia. Sure, she was on The Pill but had been known to accidentally miss a day or two...and she’d never been very good about staying on schedule with it.

" Fuck me, shit.” By the time she made it to the store the sun had set and her anxiety was in full swing. Maya grabbed two boxes of tests and polished off the rest of her large water bottle. Privacy was pushed to the back of her mind in panic and the brunette locked herself into handicapped stall. Coco had been slow to answer her texts since he'd left, and even now left her messages on read despite the obvious stress behind them. With her heart racing and the test lining up on the sink accusingly, she was in no mood to be toyed with.

"Pick up, pinche pendejo." Three calls, no answer. The sound of women coming and going in the other stalls completely ignored by the focus at hand. By the fifth call there's finally an answer on the other end, his voice tight and the sound of laughter in the background loud and obnoxious over the line.

"What?"

"Where are you?" She had expected him to be home, or maybe out with the guys. Though the familiar sound of music and women's laughter told her otherwise. "At Vicki's?"

"Yeah. Hello to you too."

"Hm." He'd never ignored her calls when he was there before.

"What? Qué paso?"

"I think we have a problem." She waits for him to say anything but the only response is the quieting of ambient noise. He must have gone into another room or stepped outside. The tension grows so thick that her stomach spikes with nausea once again. One glance at the four tests lining the sink and she's unable to breathe the repugnant feeling away this time. The cell phone placed quickly on the floor before Maya emptied the contents of her stomach.

With a tired sigh she wiped her mouth and picked the cell phone up, grumbling a weak apology.

"What happened? You take something?"

"No, nothing like that." She'd called him from a show sick from drinking or tripping before, her impulse control severely lacking while on the road. The words felt foreign in her mouth but she forced them out. The bitter taste of bile still coating the back of her throat with a scratchy burn. "I'm pregnant."

Nothing. Almost complete quiet except for where his breathing has gone rough and stilted. "What the fuck did you just say? Are you sure? I thought you were on the pill?"

Multiple feelings strike her at once, rippling through her core like a physical blow. Intensifying with each question. Though her tone goes flat and cold, the cell gripped so tight Maya's knuckles go white. "I am. It's not perfect."

"Yeah? No shit."

Her eyes closed tightly and Maya swept the tests into the trash. There was no use clinging to them as though she could will away the situation. She clears her throat to make sure her voice doesn't break. "So...what do you want to do?"

It's his turn to sigh, a slow whooshing crackle over the line and he sounds bone weary and utterly contrary to the wired and shaky energy that courses through her veins. "That's not on me. Look... I already got a couple kids, and I'm not in their lives for a reason. Ain't nothing really changed on that front."

It's a conversation that they should have been holding in person. Both of them shared accountability for what had happened and not being able to see the look on his face only hastened the hysteria that swiftly encroached. "Right. So you don't...want to be involved. If I keep it."

"Maya...I'm not even gonna be here."

"Right." Her heart sinks and Maya finally flees the small bathroom, rushing out of the store and shivering when the night air chills the nervous sweat that misted her forehead. The lock to her bike came free as she balanced the cell phone on her shoulder. Numb shock of what this meant making her movements mechanical. The consuming heartbreak just waiting until she was alone to attack, for now anger was her only defense. "You're right. I got this. Just do me a little favor, 'kay?"

He doesn't answer but it doesn't really matter. There's no way that Coco would turn down this final request, especially since she wouldn't be back for another few days.

"Pack up my shit so I can just swing by and get it? Thanks."

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