#the normal beats wouldn't hit if it wasn't for the chaos

[inseparableduo]

I want to say I'm sorry all my characters are fuck up and so very not normal but,,,,,

#the door is open #the normal beats wouldn't hit if it wasn't for the chaos #ooc

[cero-sleep]

Non-canon Illusion of Choice drabble that takes place after Illusion leaves their life of crime behind 

Also my first attempt at writing so shjshsjshsvsjsvsvs don't expect anything A

Word count: 1,433

Thnx to @chaoticgouda @enigmaticcattic @shookethdev @chaireem for all the support!

Months had passed since the incident and you were finally able to live a somewhat normal life, at least as normal as living with two heroes allowed.

Life with Sun and Moon wasn't always quiet, but you weren't complaining, you weren't sure you'd be able to stay sane without a little chaos now and then, but the domestic moments were welcome after leaving behind your… past life.

"Stay safe, alright?" 

The two of them were heading out on a mission, as they usually did, but this time you had decided to catch up to them before they left. You thought it'd be a sweet gesture towards the heroes.

"I'll be waiting for you" you added with a warm smile and a wink.

With that you had given each a goodbye kiss and watched them disappear amidst the sea of people and buildings.

You stayed there a while longer, lost in thought. A lot had happened to get where you were now after all, but as the light started to fade from the sky, you decided it was time to head back to the apartment. 

You were glad you had decided to snatch Moon's coat before going out. That plus the scarf Sun gave you all that time ago was sure to help you stay warm in this otherwise cold night as you walked down familiar streets, dagger long forgotten where it lay hidden by your clothing, unused for the longest time now, but still a precaution you weren't willing to leave behind. 

You knew the way to your apartment like the back of your hand. You were not so far off now, as you recognized the nearby buildings. 

You had to admit they were a comforting sight. For once, you could call a place "home", a place where you'd always be welcome. 

You continued walking as you let your thoughts wander, when you were grabbed by the arm and yanked into the alley's shadows. 

You hit the wall hard. No time to react spared when you heard the regretfully familiar click of a gun. 

You were about to reach for your dagger when your assailant spoke.

"Did you miss me?"

You instantly froze.

No… it couldn't be. He- he was supposed to be dead.

You slowly raised your eyes. Wide horrified ones meeting smug blood thirsty ones.

You cursed in the back of your mind, there was no way you'd be able to get your weapon now. You felt it burning on your side, screaming to be used, but they had you. One wrong move and you were dead. Such was the fate of those trapped in a spider web.

Instead, you could do nothing but stare in horror at death himself. 

He chuckled, grin widening into a terrible smile "What's wrong, sweetheart? You look like you've seen a ghost"

Without missing a beat they closed the distance between the two of you, gun hovering dangerously close to your neck.

You could feel his second set of arms take your wrists harshly, keeping you from trying anything even at this distance.

You resisted, but it was nothing to them.

“Did you really think you could escape me, puppet?”

His free hand moved to your face, caressing it gently. A very unwelcome feeling that sent shivers down your spine. 

You glared at them, but that only seemed to amuse him more.

"What, puppet? Did the cat get your tongue?" 

You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of an answer, but they didn't wait for one either, seeming happy to be the one leading the conversation, if you could even call it that.

They hummed thoughtfully, teasingly "You're losing your touch, sweetheart"

He took a moment to look you up and down, disgust clear in his face. Gaze lingering on distinctly blue and yellow garments.

"Letting yourself get caught off guard like that" they shook their head "Living with that pair of… heroes is making you weak"

He was trying to get the better of you and you hated how angry they made you, but you couldn't help but notice the underlying meaning.

He knew that you were living with them, which meant…

Your eyes widened.

He knew where they lived. 

You had to warn them, you needed to get away, you-

His grin widened at whatever panic you let show and what they spoke next, as if reading your exact thoughts… it made your stomach drop.

"You need to be more careful, darling, it was so easy letting you lead the way to those precious heroes of yours"

You- you had finally stopped worrying so much after months of silence, but- 

"Aw, sweetheart, don't look so gloomy. You did a great job"

You couldn't help the awful feeling that set in your chest.

No, you had done it again… you doomed them… you gave Eclipse exactly what they wanted… 

Even… even while trying to do good, to be good, you were nothing but a threat to everyone around you…

You chuckled dryly. So you were the problem after all. 

You met Eclipse's satisfied gaze and you couldn't help but avoid eye contact, trying your best not to shrink in on yourself. 

You felt small, but you couldn't afford to look even more weak in front of him.

He pressed the tip of the gun to your chin, softly tilting your head up, forcing you to face them.

"Now… don't think I have forgotten about that little… stunt of yours"

You could feel their hands snaking their way up your arms.

"You can't escape from me, puppet" 

He pulled you closer.

You wanted to protest, but it was to no avail.

"That's all you are and all you'll ever be"

And closer…

"Without me pulling your strings you are nothing and I think you know that"

You tried your best to fight those thoughts, told yourself it wasn't true, but… deep down…you knew it was.

"And yet…"

His grip tightened dangerously where they held you in place.

"You dared try to escape me" his voice was low, venom dripping from his every word.

"You should know by now actions have consequences, sweetheart"

Without a moment's notice, your back hit concrete, a gasp escaping your lips.

Pain overtook your body, but he didn't allow for even a second to spare. 

“We'll see if you're still giving me the cold shoulder after this" 

Your eyes widened as you felt their hand begin to tighten dangerously around your dominant arm. 

The pain was excruciating. "Stop!" He was going to break it- "Eclipse-!" 

Suddenly, they had their free hand pressing over your mouth, keeping your pathetic pleas at bay, nothing more than incomprehensible sounds escaping you.

His grin was wide and animalistic, a wolf looking down at it's prey.

He chuckled "So now you want to talk?" 

They pressed harder and harder until- crack

You screamed. Cries of agony muffled by his cold palm. 

You could do nothing to stop the tears from rolling down your cheek. 

The hand that covered your mouth moved down, softly grabbing you by the chin, gun now lazily pointed at your head.

"Aw, sweetheart, you know you left me no choice, right?"

His grip on your arm had softened as he now caressed it gently.

"How did you think this would go? Hm?"

A sob escaped you, you felt pathetic, but the pain was unbearable.

"Well" you got out despite it "seeing as it took you months to return after we beat-"

Their hand tightened painfully on your bad arm, drawing a pained cry out of you.

You glared at him and, in turn, he looked down at you.

"I'd watch that tongue, fool" 

They leaned in closer, gun now pressed to your temple keeping you in place "No matter what you do, no matter where you go, you're mine and you'll always be mine, remember that" 

With that, he pulled away, gun no longer touching skin and-  

Pain exploded in your chest and the world came crumbling down.

The last thing you saw was that terrible grin, but your mind wandered, going back to a place of safety and peace in those last moments, to your heroes.

This world wouldn't miss you and after all you had done, they shouldn't either, but… they would… wouldn't they? 

You hoped they wouldn't, that they wouldn't care when you didn't come back home, when they ultimately found you, unmoving and tainted with crimson and violet… 

You would hurt them even in death and you really wished you wouldn't, but… you couldn't say that deep down, you weren't glad someone would care, finally… you were not alone. 

#fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf au #writing #drabble #illusion of choice au #angst pact #eclipse fnaf #fnaf y/n #my writing I guess shjshsjs #tw possessive behavior #tw broken bones #tw death #hurt no comfort #angst #my writing

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Thin White Line (Part 1)

Summary: Y/N Harrington and Billy Hargrove are the most unlikely of best friends. Each harbors feelings for the other that neither of them wishes to tell the other. Only, the longer they spend together the longer the thin white line of friendship seems to disappear.

Pairing: Harrington!Y/N x Billy Hargrove.

Warnings: Fluff, language

Next chapter

If someone told you that you'd find the love of your life in this dismal town you probably would scoff. But love travels and finds you in mysterious ways. Okay, yeah that shit just sounds cheesy as hell. I hear you! But hear me out right now. The guy I'm talking about is one of the most irritating, annoying, temperamental, and cocky sons of a bitches I've ever met and there is never one day that chaos doesn't find him. But he is hot as well and he sure knows how to charm the panties off of you! I didn't grow up in this town with much attention from the guys of the school you know. I was always the silent one who liked to stick to herself; not particularly an outcast although I do often enough hit Eddie up for some good stuff to help calm me down when I need it no, I'm not one of those nerds who play D&D (no offense to my boy Eds of course!) I also wasn't one of those girly girls who do cheerleading. I am one of those who walk through the halls wearing whatever she could find in the closet that morning. Sometimes it's a little more on the girly side thanks to my mom's annoying shopping for clothes she wants me to evolve into and other times I throw on whatever I can find in my drawers that probably was Steve's at one point before I stole it. Yeah, you heard me right. Steve. As in Steve Harrington. He's my older brother by like barely over 2 years. You'd think I'd be popular because of him right since he's the King of Hawkins high. Nope. Dead wrong honey. Probably because I don't give two fucks what people think and I curse like a sailor most of the time that it's culturally shunned, I am nothing like my brother thank god. I was never our parent's favorite so perhaps I blame them for my rebellious behavior. I mean don't get me wrong, Steve and I do hang out and are pretty cool all things considering. More so now that he's dating Nancy Wheeler of all the girls in Hawkins High but that's another story entirely. This story, this story is about how I managed to snag Mr. Steal your girl, Billy Hargrove of all people, and the chaos that got thrown into our faces.

It was a normal Friday, and most of the students were out and about doing whatever the hell people wanted to do to enjoy the end of the school week to start their weekend of freedom. I was holed up in Billy's house. His step-sister Max was out of the house at the arcade with some of her new friends (friends Billy didn't know but suspected she had upon moving to Hawkins months ago). Billy's dad and stepmom were out at work and wouldn't be home late so that left Billy himself to do as he pleased. Which involved him pressing weights while I sat on the floor across from him with textbooks and notebooks scattered across the floor in front of me. At this point in our relationship, we hadn't made anything official. Hell, the boy hadn't even expressed his feeling for me. We were cool though, just two friends. I had a sneaking suspicion that I was one of the very few and rare people he could actually tolerate. This was before we became an item though so as I describe to you what's going on please remember we aren't dating right now no matter how much I wanted that cocky bastard as I recall that day.

As Billy is working his arms up and down with the bar weight in the air the sound of Rebel Yell by Billy Idol played a thumping beat through the house from his bedroom and drifted into the hallway and into the living room area where we were situated right now. We didn't talk; just listened to the music while I studied for my homework for Monday and he pushed weights. It was usually like this whenever we hung out not that I minded. I did enjoy the view though. The cap of my highlighter pen tucked between my teeth as I raised my gaze from my textbook across to where the man in question was standing lifting the long bar of weights from waist to shoulder height up and down over and over again as he counted under his breath between mumbled lyrics of the song being played in the background. The flex of his biceps and the strain of his throat as he focused on his breathing were just as distracting as the light sheen of sweat that glistened on his California-tanned skin.

"Take a picture dollface, it'll last longer." my eyes snapped up to meet his face as he stared straight ahead but there was a cocky twitch of his lips that made me want to punch it off just as strongly as I wanted to kiss it off. Fucker caught me staring. Shit.

Scoffing I lower my head to stare down at my textbook. "Your face isn't pretty enough for my camera," I replied as I wrote some notes down on my notepad.

"Yeah? Doesn't stop you from lookin' though darlin' now does it?" the clank of the weights being settled down made it hard for me not to instinctively raise my eyes to look up at him again.

"Not staring Hargrove. I'm simply concerned that your big head filled with your ego will explode if you aren't careful." I quip in return raising my E/C eyes to meet his baby blues in a glare but I can tell the smirk that turned his pink lips that there was seriously no heat behind that glare of mine. Damn him!

"Oh, dollface. Trust me," he walked towards me, and for I second I think he was going to make a move but instead he bends down beside me where his water bottle was sitting with a few of his other things like his packet of cigs and lighter. As he bends to grab the water bottle his head cocked to the side staring into my own now that we were relatively eye level as he sent me a wink. "My ego isn't the only thing that's big."

I nearly choked on my own saliva at that and my eyes betrayed me as they dropped to the front of his black shorts on instinct. They quickly slammed shut when his laughter rang out above me and I raised a hand to smack at his calf before shoving at his thigh to get him out of my personal space.

"You are disgusting Hargrove! What the fuck!" I made a disgusted face but I couldn't deny the heat that pooled low in my belly at his words.

Billy snickered and returned to his weights; lying his frame down on the leather bench and sliding under the bar weights this time instead of standing. I was totally staring as he began to shove those stupid weights up into the air and my dirty mind suddenly imagine that hunk of metal in his hand was me. Like, would he actually be able to bench press me like that? I know I wasn't a stick girl like some of those cheerleaders and had slight curves enough to fill out in the right places within my clothes; I wasn't self-conscious about my body. Sure I had no thigh gap like most girls in school had. Yes my boobs were a little more than a handful and my ass looked good in some jeans but it still made me wonder. I was no supermodel and definitely not the type Billy Hargrove would go for; half the time it made me wonder why he hung out with me. We never fucked or anything which was a surprise since Billy went through girls like girls went through their closets but it always made me question his motives whenever he'd flirt with me just like now or if by slim chance someone would find me interesting enough to come up for a chat only to be rebutted by the Californian boy who would sidle up to me and claim me with an arm dropped around my neck. The cocky self-explanatory grin on his face to chase off any potential suitors without trouble, irritated me to no end because he was in a sense, cockblocking me every damn time.

"Aye, Y/N. Y/N~ You with me gorgoues?" I blinked to stare up at Billy who was standing in front of me half bent waving a hand across my line of vision. A frown tugged at his brows as he studied me.

"Sorry, what?" I shook my head.

"I was just askin' if you plan on going to Carol's party tonight since it's Friday." he rose to his full height now with a pack of his cigarette and lighter in hand as he pulled out one of those death sticks and placed it between his lips.

"Oh, yeah no. Carol's parties aren't my thing, you know that." I scoff and roll my eyes as I begin packing up my stuff. I was keen on catching hints from Billy when my time was up.

"Any parties aren't your thing." the man replied through an exhale of smoke before he was taking a sip of water again.

"Exactly. So no. Don't know why you keep asking when you know the answer." I stuffed my things into my bag and rose with a soft groan of protest as I stretched after sitting on the hard floor for the past two hours.

I caught the look Billy gave me over the edge of his bottle; that darkened stare at the sound that passed my lips and I quickly looked away. Anywhere but that dark stare.

"You should come, could do you some good to let loose some time. You're always so tense, granted having Steve as a brother probably does that to you." he shrugged nonchalantly as he watched me place the bag over my shoulders and walk over to the end table by the sofa to snag the keys I'd dropped there upon my arrival, a stubborn girl always insisting to drive herself. He was totally not checking out my ass though. I had to tell myself that as I turned quick enough so that I caught the second his gaze lifted as I spun on my heel.

"Steve isn't bad. Back off Hargrove. I don't feel like having to patch both of your asses up whenever you get into fights. Behave." I point a finger at him before heading for the door. "I'll catch yah later this weekend though; you know where to find me!" I call grabbing the doorknob and expecting to open it so that I can slip through but a hand suddenly slammed against the door closing it again and making me freeze where I stood.

I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and the warmth of his body pressing inches from my back as he leaned closer. " You should seriously reconsider going to that party tonight Y/N." I blinked and barely turned my head to look at him; his face was so fucking close as those baby blue stared through half-lidded eyes into mine that stared back in just barely contained surprise.

"W-Why?" I cursed at the way my voice sounded so breathy with him this close and I could tell by the way his eyelashes fluttered that he heard it too, and probably liked it. He always did like the way he could get under my skin.

"Because you're my best friend Harrington. Would be a shame if I did show my girl off hmm?" he commented softly with a barely there shrug.

His girl? Since when did he ever call me his girl? I couldn't deny the thrill it gave me though and he seemed to sense it too as he finally pulled away and shot a grin my way. "Think about it!" he called as I took this cue to open the front door and make a run for it as inconspicuous as I damn well could while my heart hammered out of my chest.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #steve harrington #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove fluff

[sparklingbluerose]

Allied Forces x Reader

"Surrounded by all those whom she had loved the most,

They felt the same and took care of her with no cost."

A/N: STAN HETALIA IT CURES ILLNESSES.

☆

TW: Slight Smut At The End, Cursing, Badass Reader

Fem! (Y/N) 《Other Genders Will Also Be Made》

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"YOU MOLDY FROG! WHAT DID YOU?!"

...

Hehe..moldy– ahem.

Anyways, it was a normal day at the house of our (Y/N), 'normal' meaning chaos and complete destruction. But you had been rich enough to pay for damages at least. I hope you are...

"Guys, c-calm down." You sigh, with another attempt to stop them from running around and ruining the house.

The attempt as you can see...was in vain.

Rolling your eyes, you gave a big sigh. Since when and why were you born as a goddamn human feline...ah yes– i haven't told you about you yet. Well, you see..you are what they call a neko. Somewhat human with animal features like cat ears and a tail.

The same applies for the six extra mouths you feed as well which you are well annoyed with. This was sooo bullshit man...your eyebrow twitches, ready to kill them.

"One." You count out loud, making sure to give them the counting as a warning sign to stop running. It was a getting out of hand, and you were ready to beat their asses for it.

Arthur and Matthew clearly heared your voice, and immediately turns to you with wide eyes. "Guys! Stop it!" Matthew hisses.

"..Two." Your voice calls out. Holy shit, since when were you even this intimidating? In a calm manner, Ivan just smiles and forcibly makes Alfred stop moving around.

Lips twitching into a big smile, you look like a psychopathic chesire cat ready for blood. Oh...oh no.

Matthew clasps his hands in a praying position, just muttering some sort of prayer. So this is when it gets serious, huh.

"THREE." In a swift notion you immediately pulled Alfred and Francis by their ears, earning a cry from both as you pin them to the floor with the scariest face you could ever make...

"D-Dudette! We could l-like! Talk about this..righ-right!?" With a sweatdrop, the American attempts to wiggle out of your grasp.

Oh, but it wasn't working..."I suggest that you..maybe apologize like the good kitties you guys are and i'll let you off the hook..?" You make an eerie smile, suggesting ever so calmly.

You were being scary again! Nobody liked that. Of course well, there was no escape to the wrath of neko (Y/N) once you hit her final nerve...apparently. It was all fun and games..

..Though that all ended when your breath hitched, smelling an all too familiar scent, eyes widened as well as everyone else.

"..The fuck–" You stood up, looking down at the two with very furrowed eyebrows and a confused reaction. You were keepjng track of the schedule...you knew it wasn't today, right?

Nope, you were sure. You double checked the calender on the wall and confirmed. Their heat was somehow starting today..

"Wow, so much for my apology." You huff in annoyance, ears flattening before you look around for the cabinet.

"H-Here, love." Arthur obediently gives you the heat control kit and you take it from him with a thankful smile. Now, it wasn't a big problem, now you just...

Ah, nevermind. This'll be hell. "(Y-Y/N)!" Alfred stutters, eyes cascading over your body and you almost choke from how..submissive he was being. You haven't lived with them more than 7 months yet, so they haven't had their heat much but–

Holy shit were you seeing this right? Did you really just feel this victorious over some stuttering and pleads? Oh, my...you wouldn't forget this day for as long as you lived!

"Hmph.." A bit of pink tints your cheeks, and you take out the heat control pills needed for their problems.

This'll last for a week, but you've had your experience. Yours was a lot later than them, so basically you'd have yours next month.

'Calm down. Give the pills, just shove it down their throat and run away like an ugly bitch seeing their boyfriend with another girl she hated– wait what?' You stop in your tracks, holding in your hysterical laughter.

"Okay, okay.." You give a long inhale, and kneel down to the boys in need but...

...

You were pinned.

...

Shit.

"Uh?– Alfred...guys?" Now you felt so inferior, under the warm arms of the animallistic male. His ocean blue eyes were beautiful to stare at, you agreed. But was now the fucking time?

You shake your head, and gasped when you felt...ah, no..there wss definitely something poking you in the thigh!

"S-Sorry aru, it seems like it's starting again." Yao breathes out, the six unable contain themselves to just feel the certain warmth of another person. Anything— that would be fine.

Your eyebrows furrow. "If it's starting, get off me and ask each other to fix it!" You exclaim, not taking this very well yourself.

Though, the attempt didn't last so long, as you felt it growing and the whimpering sounds of the males that you once lived your life with– all being so damn clingy because of this heat...

Gah! You slapped yourself straight in the face, eyes looking at the pitiful sight. Well, you'll be damned..

"I'll help okay– just stop squeezing me before i pass out!" You bonk Alfred on the head, and he reluctantly lets you go. Well, there was really no other choice in the matter. If this was the way out for you then so be it!

"Now.." You mutter, with a hesitant sigh and frown upon them. You could only remember the last time you were being so hazy and out of breath..maybe the sound of pleasurable mewling?~

(HOLY CRAP I'M SORRY I CAN'T DO LEMONS I AM TOO MUCH EMBARRASSED FOR THAT ToT)

Taglist: @stygianoir

#hetalia #smut #fanfic #x reader #cat boy #cat girl #why do i do this to myself #lol

[sweetretribution]

The memory fragment flickers erratically, as if pulsing to a heavy rhythm. No indication as to who it belongs to- just another glowing mote, same as any other one. For any who lay their hand upon its surface, the memory it contains begins to flow...

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Your boots stumble across the pavement when you touch down, barely managing to keep your face from being the next part to do so. Far from your most graceful landing, but it wasn't your most graceful descent either. At least you're left feeling more confident than ever in your combat ability- just how many huntsmen or huntresses out there had to fight Grimm while floating down through the air, their only weapon being the VERY thing controlling their descent? Sure, your clothes got a bit tattered in the process, but a lesser fighter would've been swallowed up whole.

The flames of nearby property destruction do little to keep you from shivering in the cold night air. Your Aura is running low after fending off monsters while falling thousands of feet from the sky. The rush of wind was definitely a lot more DEAFENING than the fleeting sounds of chaos about you- destroyed storefronts, burning buildings, people screaming off in the distance. Such wonderful mayhem abounds. Oh, that reminds you! From your pocket, you swiftly retrieve your scroll and start to text HIM.

[Landed safely. You kick Little Red's ass yet?]

With the message sent, you close up Hush and idly walk about. What kinds of stores were nearby? The thrill of escaping death definitely has you itching for a lift. Sure, total evacuation of the stores makes it too easy, but you deserve this. Treat yourself! Maybe grab something for your partner too. He'll definitely be happy to have a reward for finally beating that NAIVE LITTLE GIRL. A new hat wouldn't go amiss, far as you're concerned. It's been some years since his last one was crumpled in the wake of that fateful night, and sooner or later that bowler hat was gonna get ratty. You sure couldn't see yourself wearing it, at least.

...Alright, what is keeping him? He's normally pretty good about responding promptly. Maybe Little Red had more fight in her than you assumed. Either way, you sent another text his way, just to check up.

[? Roman?]

It's as though your thumb hitting the Send button triggers some detonator, as an EAR-SPLITTING explosion rips through the air, jerking your attention upward. A massive airship had crash landed, the bright burst of flames overcoming both its form and that of the buildings it had demolished in its descent. And as you stare at the ever-evolving wreckage in bewilderment, a pit starts to form in your stomach, dread rolling over you like waves on the shore.

That was the ship. THE ship. Was he still on it...?

You glance back down to your scroll.

MESSAGE FAILED TO SEND.

Oh no.

You can't remember a single time you've sprinted so fast, even wearing shoes more practical for running. All noises, all sights f a d e around you, pure desperation driving you onward. Your heartbeat POUNDS upon your eardrums the same frenzied, percussive rhythm your feet are carrying you to. The ragged panting that surfaces is perhaps the LOUDEST sound your wordless mouth has ever made. Your chest starts to clench in weariness from overwork. You don't care. You need to get to him, you NEED him to be okay...!

Then you stop. Something in the road makes you force your legs to stillness, about a hundred feet from ground zero.

Fingers trembling, you lean down and pick it up. It's the hat. His hat. The very same you'd just been thinking about him replacing a few minutes ago. It was important to him, more so than almost anything. He would never leave it behind if he could help it.

He would never leave you behind if he could help it.

A few staggered steps forward are all you manage to get before your legs buckle beneath you, leaving you on your knees. You know what you'll find if you try looking. What builds within...you're not sure. You feel like it's an emotion welling up, but...no. No, it's that pit in your stomach again. It's growing wider, filling your body, leaving NOTHING behind. Heart, soul, mind- all are swallowed by inky darkness. Utter numbness has become the only thing that fills you.

Roman Torchwick is gone. Dead. Your friend. Your partner. Your home. There's nobody for you to return to. There's nothing for you now. You have nothing.

You ARE nothing.

A scream leaps from your lips. You've known better than to try and talk for over a decade now, much less scream, but your body can do nothing else. It's a raspy, PATHETIC sound, hardly above a stage whisper. Your throat tears itself RAW, blood welling up in your airway. Still you scream. It doesn't hurt. How could it hurt? What more was there to feel now?

It's only then that the alpha Beowolf bears down on you, a jagged claw swiping to rip you asunder.

Only to meet the opened canopy of Hush, easily holding the strike at bay. You pay its confused growl no mind, nor the HOWL of pain as the hidden blade extends right through its palm. A dead, cold glare meets the luminescent red eyes, one of which disappears behind the hand, as what length of your blade that is not stuck in the Beo's paw is brutally driven through its face. Its death rattle falls on deaf ears before its body crumbles to that black, drifting residue. Your weapon is swiftly stored once again, before you turn to look at the hat in your free hand.

The emotions that had begun to fill your heart in the moments of your slaying the Grimm continue to build. You're not empty anymore. This is what you are. Tears cut a path through the soot on your cheeks, and as you put his hat on, those crying eyes burn with a more intense resolve than ever. To bring it all DOWN. To feel that rush of killing again. To get REVENGE.

And for a brief moment, Little Red comes to mind. She was the last one he fought, the one who'd gotten you separated.

Then another. The one who approached Roman in the first place. The one who pulled him into this whole twisted game, discarding him like a PAWN when the time came. The one who was TRULY to blame.

It has to be her. You'll make her pay for dragging his life into this world-damning war. Ruby will suffer some day, certainly, but first...first comes justice for what you've lost.

CINDER FALL WILL DIE BY YOUR HAND.

#isola event: fragmemoria pt 2 #: - ) And now I die #blood tw #death tw #Insanely longer than I meant it to be but I feel it's necessary #This is just a reference for people who I interact with who get her memory

[kyukicho]

@deathfavor asked:

Birthday celebrations weren't really Hanma's expertise. Actually, they weren't his expertise at all. Never had been. But he's pretty good at figuring things out, and he does put effort into today. More effort than he'd bother for the vast majority of people (whom he likely wouldn't even text or call, only if bumped into them would he say something). Which includes getting up painfully early while Senju's training as usual just to not rouse suspicion of waking before her. But it's so the moment she walks back in, she's greeted with a spread of hot breakfast foods waiting, and one reaper pouring a drink.

" Happy birthday. " He offers with a chuckle. " Figured you'd be hungry. " And also that she wouldn't skip training even on a day like this. " Wanna go to the amusement park today? Maybe you'll have better luck kicking my ass when it comes to those games there. " He teases with a grin - birthday or not didn't spare her from teasing. Maybe it wasn't a material gift but all things considered Hanma would say it was far from the worst thing he could give.

When your family home is a mix of chaos and cigarettes birthdays are hit or miss. Senju was used to treating it like almost any other day. Sure Takeomi would try to do something nice, but Haru usually tried the exact opposite so it was never something supremely special in her eyes. That's why waking up at her normal time to hit the gym wasn't unusual.

Giving a tired stretch Senju walked into her home away from home and immediately smelled something wonderful. Her stomach growling almost overcast Hanma's greeting as her eyes lit up at the menagerie of foods. "Am I ever!" She snickered, glad she showered and changed at the gym so she wouldn't be a stinky mess coming home to something so nice. She took her place at the table and instantly was piling food onto her plate.

"Really?! You'd take me? Thank you, that would be awesome!" Almost like an actual date? Her heart was triple beating in her chest even as she dug into the food. Sure they entered the real world together sometimes, but something she could call a date wasn't very common. "You better win me a cute plushie!" She teased back. Two could play at that game.

#awww she's so excited #deathfavor #( & ) senju ( ic ) #( & ) mixed drinks and smoke rings it's already started ( senma )

[ghoulia-roborts]

Bloodborne bosses and how angry they are:

(before starting please note that I'm basing this solely on the limited amount of information I have on each boss, Bloodborne lore is confusing and I have forgotten a lot of it,also these are in the order of the wiki page,also I am aware some of these bosses may not even be able to feel human emotions but that's not gonna stop me)

The cleric beast:

MA'AM UH SIR OR MX WHATEVER YOU ARE PLEASE CALM DOWN AND STOP SCREAMING (VERY ANGRY, lovely screams tho)

Father Gascoigne:

He's angry but he's allowed to be angry cuz he's a dilf (very angry, thought I wasn't attracted to him then I heard the beastly howls)

Viscar Amelia:

I'll be honest I liked you more when you weren't a monster the size of a movable house with a shit ton of bandages? ribbons? whatever it is it's very hauntingly beautiful though (angry,she has a normal amount of angry but not a normal amount of beast unfortunately)

Blood starved beast:

it's just hungry,I think if we give it enough blood it'll just become a puppy, unfortunately it's hungry and the only blood around is yours(Hangry,Less meat flaps please)

The witch(es) of hemwick:

I do not enjoy the clusterfuck of eyes you coat yourselves in, I think they may be slightly angry but they mostly just want eyes(Slightly angry, Please wear normal clothes grandmas)

Dark beast Paarl:

it's a puppy! Skeleton puppy! skeleton puppy with lightning magic!angry skeleton puppy with lightning magic! (Angry,love it's zap zaps,would make a wonderful pet if it wasn't murderous and electrifying,oh also being the size of a small building doesn't really help)

Shadow of Yharnam:

They might be a bit busy being snakes to be angry,also probably a fight that might cause me to go insane if I were to do it(angry snakes?maybe?)

Rom the vacuous spider:

she's not angry, she's just disappointed (HA mom joke) , She's too nice to be angry at you but throwing meteors and sicking her children on you is fair game(not angry,Love and hate your name)

The one reborn:

put it back in the moon please,the definition of creepy and wet, whatever birthed this monstrosity should've considered an abortion,has 4(I think?) Adoptive witch mothers and none of them make it less bad(it's a fucking moon baby it doesn't know what anger is)

Martyr Logarius:

Santa is not doing well,and he's going to make sure you know that by kicking your ass into next Friday (angry, please stop floating it looks weird)

Amygdala:

what kinda fucked up giant enemy spider are you,why did you rip out your arms , couldn't you just hit me with them without ripping them out?why are you named after a brain part?(angry,stomps a lot)

Celestial emissary:

what even are you supposed to be,you 're kind of blueish so that makes you less angry,but also you look like there is a huge egg where your brain should be,I don't like you (not angry, please stop existing)

Ebrietas, Daughter of the Cosmos:

she's just lonely,she doesn't even attack you without you attacking her first, poor child (not angry,She looks like she has a giant clam for a head)

Micolash host of the nightmare:

who's crazy twink is this,he's way too crazy to feel anything other than utter chaos(not angry,needs a shower)

Mergo's wet nurse:

now I wouldn't say she's angry on account of the fact that she doesn't even have a body,or at least one we can see,she looks very calm but she's still gonna slice you like a lawn mower specifically made for hunters(not angry,very spooky,love the theme)

Gehrman the first hunter:

legit the first time I read your name I just said "is he German" ,grampa off the chair what will he do,he's not angry he just wants you to leave the dream (for some reason?) (Not angry,cool scythe)

Moon presence:

depending on which ending she can be very angry or not angry at all ,if you leave the hunter's dream she probably doesn't even aknowledge your existence after that,if you beat Grandpa G and you don't have enough umbilical cords in you she's not angry too,but if you want to turn into a slug you have to make the moon angry,very flowery, please don't bite my stomach that hurts (not angry/angry)

Ludwig the accursed holy blade:

is your name an oxymoron (I don't think I'm even using that correctly) starts out very angry but then calms down a little, unfortunately for you that means he's stronger (very angry then not angry, Horse man very cool,very cool sword)

Laurence ,the first viscar:

It's literally just the cleric beast but on fire , still very angry though(very angry, someone get a fire extinguisher,or don't idk)

Living failures:

if I see one of you fuckers make a "ha same" joke I'll send you to the shadow realm, they're not really angry,but they sure as hell want to ruin your day, pretty star magic though (not angry,what happened to your heads why are you deflated)

Lady Maria of the astral clock tower:

Probably my favorite boss,but she's not angry, she's way too tired to be angry,her anger has burned and burned and burned and left her empty,she needs some rest, although similarly to Ludwig,her being not angry just makes it worse for you (not angry,Badass lady with swords , wonderful, please don't stab yourself)

Orphan of kos:

ah yes Kos,or as some say kosm gr- *gets hit with a placenta*,You really should've listened to Lady Maria when she said "a corpse should be left well alone" because this baby knows only three things

1) Something killed it's mother

2)you are something

3)unending violence

The angriest thing in the game,how is your placenta so solid,not even therapy can make it not angry (VERY ANGRY, Stop screaming you butterfly looking MOTHERFUCKER,Very fair reason for being angry I would say tho)

And that's it,if you disagree with any of these please consider the following:

Suck my ass/j

#bloodborne #fromsoftware #souls games #the cleric beast #father gascoigne #viscar amelia #the blood starved beast #the witch of hemwick #dark beast paarl #shadow of yharnam #rom the vacuous spider #the one reborn #martyr logarius #amygdala #celestial emissary #ebrietas #micolash #mergo's wet nurse #gehrman the first hunter #moon presence #ludwig the holy blade #ludwig the accursed #laurence the first vicar #living failures #lady maria #orphan of kos #The last statement was a joke I would love to hear about what you think #soulsborne

[theidiootti1]

My Mysterious Scotcman•

Chapter: 2

There it was. Their target. Sitting on a chair back towards the crew, seemingly writing something that made him sigh and rub his forehead. Filip swallowed and his throath felt thight, this was really happening now. No backing down anymore.

*you can do it..c'moon don't be stupid chicken shite..*, Filip thought .

Finally the group leader moved forward and it was time for action. They catched that guy without him noticing anything. The guy fell of his chair and stumbled on floor trying to get away from us. The blond haired leader catched the back of his jacket and banged the guys face against the hard wooden table.

Filip had taken his gun from back of his jeans and now held it with both hands. His hands shaking and heart beating. Everyone had gathered around there. Few watching out of windows or keeping eye on the doors. When Filip saw the guys face he was shocked. That guy who they were supposed to kill. He wouldn't be more than a bit over 20 years. Filip swallowed and held his gun lower, biting the inside of his cheek.

"Shoot him", growled the leader who was standing beside the trembling body.

"DO IT!!" The other one yelled with really annoyed tone.

It was like the whole time stopped in that very place. The only thing that the young boy with a gun heard was his own beating heart. He rised his gun, not shaking anymore. He shot twice that young guy to head and he dropped to the floor while his life was escaping his body. Filip lowered his gun and sighed. He couldn't believe what he just did. He watched the growing dark puddle of blood that was leaking on the floor. He felt heavy clap on his shoulder, but he couldn't react.

"Great now let's get the hell out of here..", one of the crew members growled until one of the boys runned to the mainroom.

"Lads..we have company", he said with an scared expression.

"Shit...", the boss growled when there was sounds coming from the front door "They said that the place will be empty...god, let's go !!" He yelled and all started to run to the door. But one stayed almost like glued to the floor.

Filip just stood there. Still eyes glued to the body that was laying at his feet. He couldn't take his eyes away from it, he couldn't watch away from the mess on the floor. The guilt flowed through him.

"Who the fuck are you?!" Came the voice of an confused and pissed man

Filip rised his gaze finally breaking the spell but too late as the other guy who came from the behind of the guy who spoke. That man had gun in his hand and rised it . Filip didn't have time to react as the Next thing he felt was the fastly spreading pain at his thigh as the bullet hit his leg. He stumbled down on to the floor, beside the already cold body of their victim's. He forced himself up from the floor with final glance to the body .

"I'm Sorry", he mouthed and jolted towards the back door where they came in .

He heard angry shouts and yelling from behind him as the guys discovered their dead friend. They started chasing after him down the streets under the dark and rainy evening.

They say that adrenalin makes you do crazy things. It's meant to help you survive in dangerous situation. Maybe that and the shock from the pain was driving the young guy forward through the side streets. He didn't feel the burning pain of the shot wound as he ran as fast as his legs could go. He probably haven't ever run as fast as he did now.

The only thought that was running through his dead was the voice telling him *murderer*. Why was he so weak. What lead him into this situation.

*? POV*

The rain was still heavily assaulting the city of Belfast as I left my work place in hospital. I was casually driving my car and silently singing along with a song that was coming from the radio at low volume. I was totally in my own world as i started jamming along with the song. My whole day had been hectic and total chaos because of this wet rainy day.

I'm still not used to these rainy days, not even after a half of year of living now in this autumn time Ireland. Yes you heard right. I am not from here. I was born and rised in the United States, I had lived my whole life there. Until that one day when i just wanted to get away and have a fresh start. Change of the scenario as you would say. So I ended up here, in this happy place called Belfast. I moved to live with my aunt who happened to live here and she gave me an offer to come to her place and crash there. I took the offer and soon I found myself from here. No one wouldn't believe that nor would I had as a kid. After few months of living on my aunts hair i decided to get my own place. I moved to live with my one long term friend who had moved here few years before me. We were almost like sisters before she moved to be closer to her family. Now we lived in the same house like some teenagers.

I started working in the hospital as a nurse. The job that i had went to school for. I think i always wanted to work in medical side. I loved helping peoples it was some sort of calling for me, but sometimes the hard job and being the superhero of the day can suck all your juices away and left you all weary. Like today. From all the days, today everyone chosed to break what ever bone they can break or fall at home and fracture something. Sick elderly people coming to reception just hoping for a chat with someone. There actually never was anything wrong just normal old peoples stuff. The list goes on and on. I was totally ready to get to my bed, pull the blanket over my head and sleep for the next 24 hours. Straight. Not kidding.

As I drived down the dark and dimly lit street, only the cars light illuminating the road with yellow light. I wasn't prepared that someone would be outside at this time of the night. There wasn't change for me to react faster than i did as some dark object run straight infront of my car getting hit by me. With a loud thud the dark object fell down onto the street from the force of the car.

I did fast brake and i rised my hands over my mouth. Did I just run over someone ?! All kind of scenarios started to run in my head as I opened the car door and i unbuckled my seatbelt. I hopped out of the car into the cold and wet air as i walked to the front of my car. On the ground there was laying dark clothed person who i assumed to be young man. He was hurriedly trying to get up from the street as i shook my head getting back into this moment.

"Hey, stay down !" I suddenly opened my mouth and the person tried to get up even faster but failed with their attempt. Apperently he was clutching at his leg.

I moved fast squating down and carefully placing my hand on the shaking body on the ground "Hey ? Did you get hurt ?" I asked. I immedietly mentally kicked myself. It was stupid question of course you get hurt when you get hit by a car. Stupid me.

The man still kept trying to get away from me what showed me that he couldn't be that much hurt. I studied him with my eyes in the light of my car and i saw blood on the street. The blood had to come from him and what ever it was that was bleeding, was bleeding heavily. And when i saw his bloody hands.

"Hey, don't move you are bleeding..", i said with a rised voice. I tried my best to stay calm and keep the man on the ground "You need to go to hospital..", I said as the man suddenly had his attention to me

"No hospital !!!", he growled at me "They..will find me", he Whispered almost with inaudible voice. He had an thick accent what was hard to understand. Even for me who was constantly around Irish and british accents. This was different.

I looked at him and then around to our surroundings. Who would find him ? What had this poor man put himself into. What ever it was i wouldn't liked to be part of that. No i was just an avarage working woman.

I was again snapped out of my thoughts as the man tried once again to get up but fell flat on his stomach on the wet street. Breathing heavily. It was more like huffing than breathing anyways. I needed to do something...it's my curse as an nurse I swore it in my vow.

Then the light bulp went on my head and i made probably the worst decision what you can make with completely stranger, but it was the only option at this point. I stumbled up from the ground and i sneaked my arms around his torso, getting only a painful grunts and growling from him

"C'moon help me a bit", i hissed at him and i got him up from the ground and to the backseat of my car we went. Slowly but we made it. After a little of fightning back, he was nicely seated there as buckled him up and i closed the door.

This mysterious man was already drifting from consciousness so i have to go fast. As i was walking around my car i saw dark clothed peoples at the end of the dark alley. I gulped and basically runned fastly to drivers side door and i hopped in . Fastly change gear and started driving forward. Those peoples didn't have any kind of nice vibe coming from them.

I looked at the backview mirror, and to the mysterious man who was now sitting at the backseat of my car. What the hell i was thinking about ?! Is he dangerous ?? What if those peoples were chasing him and they follow me back to our house . I couldn't put my finger on those thoughts and my heart kept racing the whole drive back to me and my friends house. As i watched at the rewiev mirror to the man who was hunched at the back seat i had feeling in my heart. I have to help him, I almost just killed him so i have it for him.

To be continued…

#chibs telford #chibs x reader #chibs telford x reader #sons of anarchy fic #sons of anarchy #filip chibs telford #soa chibs #tommy flanagan #badboyromance #fanfiction #fanfic #chibs imagine #carbage

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 11 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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Nightmares and Promises

Your mind is a blur, as is the street ahead. The engine complains as you force the damn car to go faster and faster. You get the feeling that Billy never lived as far as he lives today. You're suffocating, the noises you heard through the phone playing back in your mind. Max's voice, weak and scared. Billy's screams, the curse words from Neil... What can you do? What could you possibly do to help?

“Damn it.” You hiss when you make a sharp turn left, hitting a mailbox. “C'mon.”

Every time Billy tells you about his father, about the rude words, the beating, the humiliation, you see the little boy in his eyes. Scared, sad, trapped inside a house where he was forced to live a nightmare. You see yourself too, despite being hit by your mother only once. You know how he felt, but it was much, much worse. And now, after he finally grew out of it, living his life, completely apart from such memories, his father comes back.

You know what you'll do. You'll beat the shit out of Neil, drag him out and tell him not to come back.

Your knuckles turn white on the steering wheel, and your heart beats like a drum in your years. When you finally reach his street, you push the car to the very limit, hitting the breaks when you're by his place. You forgot to put the seat belt on, and judging by how madly you were driving, it's a miracle you're still alive.

The moment you step out of the car, you hear it. The yells. Max is by the window, and her eyes go wide when she sees you. You're moving to the front door with your whole body burning with anger. When you grab the handle, you take the deepest breath you can before swinging the door open. The noise it makes hitting the wall brings a sudden silence, but on the moment you step in, an old man comes from the kitchen, followed by Billy. Max immediately comes to your side, and you can see that her face is covered in tears.

“Who the hell are you?” The man asks as Billy walks around him, hiding you behind his back.

“Leave her out of it,” Billy says, and you notice his muscles are all tense. “And get the hell out of my house.”

“Your house? You mean the house Susan gave you?” He roughly gestures around. “She pities you, Billy. She only allows you to live here because of Max. Or do you think she or anyone would move a finger for you? You're a disgrace, a boy who thinks he's a man who will never leave this screwed uptown, and you know why?” The man steps closer, face to face with Billy. “Because you're nothing. You have always been nothing, and you will always be.”

Neil's yells are deafening, and you can feel your heart breaking. He's wrong. He's so damn wrong. “Stop talking like you know him!” It's your time to yell, pushing Max further back and stepping aside to have a look at Neil's face. “Billy is ten times the man you'll ever be! And despite your attempts to break him, to destroy and drag him down to this dirty, filthy pit you live in, he's still here! He's still here and he overcame you and your shit.”

“Another of your sluts, Billy? Why am I not surprised?” Neil barks, a wicked smile on his lips. “You're just another plaything, don't you act like you're not.”

“Don't talk to her like that.” The tension suddenly explodes, and Billy moves forward, hitting a hard punch in Neil's face.

You're frozen again, noticing through the corner of your eyes that Max ran off to her room. Maybe you should follow her, search for a safe place from this chaos. Like you used to. When it got too much to handle, you used to lock yourself in your bedroom, both hands covering your ears, trying to block the shoutings that came through the door. And you're just about to move when you get a glimpse of Billy's face. The whole fight happening in front of you is too fast to follow. But in his eyes, as he hits his father and gets hit back, you see it. Fear. Desperation. Anger. Hate. A mix of countless feelings, some of them too deep to name.

You know you can't run. You won't run. You know you have to do something, anything.

And suddenly, Billy falls to the ground, his hand immediately coming to his face. Niel stands tall, feeling victorious. “You son of a bitch!” You burst out, not quite in control of your body anymore. You just move, blindly, towards Neil, aiming a punch on his already bleeding nose. But in a movement you can't follow, you see it coming, too fast for your mind to process, and he hits you hard with the back of his hand.

You're violently pushed to the side, like hit by a brick, your body collapsing to the floor and hitting the coffee table hard. Your head spins around and you feel tears involuntary rolling down from the pain. Your left cheek burns like it was set on fire, and a sting spreads through your skull. Your side hurts too, from where it connected to the table. When you look up, back at Neil, Billy isn't on the ground anymore.

“Don't you ever–” He hits Neil like a plane, pushing him so hard the hits the wall with a deafening sound.“–touch her.” A kick in his stomach, making his body jerk forward. “Don't you–”

He's cut short when Neil grabs his throat. “Let go of him!” You say, but you can't hear your voice. Neil changes side with Billy, pinning him against the wall.

“You never learn, do you, kid?” Neil mutters, his voice dark and wicked.

You have to do something. Anything. You're moving to get up when you see Max, in the hall, eyes fixed on Neil and her brother. She's holding a baseball bat so tightly that her hands are shaking.

That's it. In an adrenaline jolt, you jump to your feet, running over to Max, and taking the bat from her hands. “Go back to your room, Max,” you say, suddenly feeling overprotected of her. You see yourself in her right now, and you're doing for her what Diane did for you. Fixing the problem so she can have a happy, normal life away from evil people.

No time to think, no time to make a strategy. You just do what you want to. You want to hurt Neil, for everything you've heard about and for this. So you raise the bat and bring it down with all your strength, straight to his legs. It makes him lose his grip immediately, letting go of Billy and falling down with a guttural groan. But that wasn't enough, so you raise the bat again, bringing it down, over and over, aiming for his legs. The tears are clouding your sight, so you blink to push them away. The sounds the bat makes when it goes Neil makes you sick, but you don't care. He deserves it. You only stop when Billy gets on his knees, leaning over his father as he starts hitting him, over and over and over, turning Neil's face into a bloody mess.

“If you ever–” A hard, heavy punch. “–come back again–” Another one, right on his eye. “–I swear to God I'll kill you.”

“My whole family is made of lawyers so if you ever set foot in Hawkins again I'll get you a restraining of so many miles that you won't be able to come to Indiana again,” you yell, hitting him with the bat once more, right on his ribs, careful this time not to hit Billy.

He then stands up, grabbing his father by the collar of his shirt and dragging him towards the door, then across the porch, and through the sidewalk. You follow him, watching as Neil can't do anything but awkwardly crawl backwards. “Get the hell away.” Billy lets him fall, and you stand back a couple of feet, still holding the bat. Your eyes follow Neil's every move as he stumbles up, then into his car, trying and failing to clean the blood off his face with his hands. You're sure his nose is broken, it's turned into a weird shape, as probably is his leg. He doesn't look back when he speeds away, his car disappearing downstreet.

You don't know what the silence means. You see some neighbors peeking through the windows, eager to see what happened, but never to help. You need to take Billy away from their sight.

Carefully, you walk over him, his eyes fixed on where Neil's car went as if making sure he won't come back. “Billy,” you call, as softly as you can, letting the bat fall and touching his arm. “Come inside.”

When he looks down at you, it breaks your heart. The blood on his nose and lower lip is mixed with tears. Bitter, countless tears. “I hate him. I hate that son of a bitch.” He mumbles, his voice still heavy with anger.

“He's gone, Billy. He won't come back.” You wish you could promise that, but you're too scared. Your heartbeat is still insanely fast, and you feel a little numb as if it was just a terrible nightmare.

His eyes go wide suddenly, and his hand comes to your cheek. “You're bleeding.”

“Babe, listen.” You take his hand, placing a soft kiss on his fingers. “I'm alright. It's over now, come inside.”

“I'll kill him.” He starts moving towards his car, but you move faster, both hands on his chest, trying to make him stop.

“Billy, don't.”

“I'll kill him!” He shouts, making you jump.

“Billy, kiss me!” You raise your voice to match his. He stops abruptly, his eyes meeting yours. “You said you wouldn't kiss me until I asked for it. I'm asking now. Please, kiss me.” It's the only thing you could think about that would startle him enough to make him stop. But you want to kiss him, so bad, to hug and hold him until he's well again. Until Neil is nothing but a long gone memory. “Please, babe.”

Then it happens. Billy pulls you close, his arms around your waist as you tiptoe and let your lips finally meet his. And it's like everything fades away. It tastes like blood in the beginning, but as your lips start dancing together, at the same pace, the same need, his taste overcomes anything else. You wrap your arms around his neck, trying to pull him even closer until there's no space between you. He holds on to you as if you're the only thing keeping him grounded, and it's a weird feeling to know that's probably true. But you can do this. You want to do this. If Billy wants you, you will be there for him, no matter what. You'll face his father a thousand times over. You'll overcome, together.

You break apart when it gets impossible to hold your breaths, but he doesn't let go. “Come inside, please,” you whisper, relieved when he nods.

You silently walk back in, and you close and lock the door. The living room is a mess and so is the kitchen. “I'll clean this.” He mumbles.

“No. We'll clean tomorrow. Come.” Taking his hand, you pull him to his bedroom, sitting him on the edge of the bed. Max stands by the door, tears still staining her face.

“Max, get me a damp towel,” you ask her and goes to Billy's bathroom.

“No, let me take care of you.”

“Billy–”

“(Y/N), please. It's enough that you got hurt because of me.”

“Don't you dare blame yourself, Billy.” You hold his hand, eyes locked on his blue ones. “I would face a hundred Neils for you. And I know you'd the same for me so don't do this. Don't blame yourself. I stepped in because I wanted to.” Max comes back with the towel and hands it over to you.

“Are you hurt, Max?” Billy asks, taking the towel from your hands. Max shakes her head no but doesn't move.

“Come here.” You open your arms and Max immediately comes, sitting beside you as you hug her. She hides her face on your neck, and you rub her back. “I'm sorry you had to see that, Max. I know how you feel.” You glance at Billy, a sad, devastated expression on his face. He treated Max like trash for many years, he told you, but now you see that he loves her as a sister. It warms your heart. “Honey, do you want to sleep here with Billy and I?” You decide to ask when she sobs.

“No, I'm ok.” She clears her throat and pulls away. “Are you going to sleep here?”

“Yes,” you assure her.

Max smiles a little and nods. “Thanks. I'll give you two some space.”

“If you feel bad, or anything, please come here, ok?” You smile when she nods, leaving the bedroom.

Then you turn to face Billy again, but his eyes are already on you. He brings the white towel to your cheek, and you flinch a little under his touch. “Sorry.” He mumbles. “Neil had a ring. It scratched your skin.”

“I know.” You simply say, frozen, unable to look away.

“There will be a bruise by tomorrow.”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“I...” Everything slows down for a moment, and you wonder if you heard it right. The word you've been keeping a secret, the one you've been so scared to say. “What?” You whisper, your heartbeat drumming in your chest again. “A-are you sure?”

“One hundred percent.” He moves closer until his forehead is touching yours. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, I... I've been in love with you for a while, but I was scared to tell you.” Wrapping your arms around his neck you move to sit on his lap.

“Don't be."

You kiss him, slowly because of the wound on his lower lip. How could you wait so long to do this? You have no idea how the hell you managed to control yourself. The feeling of his soft lips are your favorite thing in the world, addictive, and you get a little mad that you have to break apart to breathe. “Be my girlfriend.” He says in a low voice.

“Yes.” You burst out with a giggle and a smile.

“Finally.” He says.

“Hey... (Y/N)? Your aunt is on the phone.” Max mumbles from the door frame.

“I'll be right back,” you tell Billy before standing up.

It takes a few minutes to explain to Diane what happened. She was pretty worried about how altered you were when you left. You apologize for scaring her, letting her know you're fine and that you'll stay here for the night.

Billy already washed the blood off his face when you're back in his room, lying on the bed. Smiling, you walk over him. “I'll make a question, but if you make fun of me, I'll give up the idea,” you say, trying to lighten up the mood a little.

“What?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Big spoon or little spoon?”

His lips break into a bright smile. “Big spoon, obviously.”

Rolling your eyes, you lay down, facing away from him. It takes half a second for Billy to move closer, an arm around your waist pulling you into his chest. It feels like heaven, to feel his breath on your neck. You lay your arm on top of his, holding his hand. Life is good now, here, in this small town. And you don't want this to end. You want it to be like this every day. “Billy... What are we going to do when summer is over?”

“Mmm...” He mumbles, tightening his grip a little. “Isn't it obvious? We'll wake up early on Mondays, drive to Indianapolis and spend the week there. Then drive here on Fridays.”

That was your plan, and you remember telling him a while ago. “It sounds like a rough routine,” you warn him.

“Why don't you... Why don't you come to live here?”

That makes you turn a little, just enough to look into his eyes. You know what it means, moving in with him. “Billy, I don't–”

“I didn't mean it like that.” He cuts you off. “I'm saying this because it makes sense. And it feels right.” He gives you a quick peck in the lips. “But I'll wait for you. It doesn't matter how long.”

“What if... What if I want to wait until the wedding night.” You speak low, afraid that the mention of it will frustrate him. Maybe you're stiff, but you don't have to change your point of view in things just because the rest of the world has.

“Then be it. As long as I have you by my side, I'm the happiest man alive.” Biting your lip to hold back a smile, you try to turn around to face him. “No, no.” He holds you, forcing you back into position. “Stay still, little spoon.”

“It was my idea,” you whine, but move back to where you were. “So... You want me to come and live here?”

“Yes. The house is mine, thanks to Susan, and since you're planning to live in Hawkins... It makes sense. Diane wouldn't have to keep driving to Indianapolis every day, and you'd save the money for the rent.”

“You mean moving here now? I thought it was supposed to be when summer ended.”

“I know, but I'd love to have you here all the time.”

“This is a big step, Billy. And I don't want you to get tired of me.” You can't help but give voice to your thoughts.

“I just said I love you, and I'm pretty sure you got that I implied I want to marry you one day so I can't believe you're saying I'll get tired of you.” He speaks fast, faking an annoyed tone.

“Oh my God, Billy. Fine. I'll come live with you. Are you happy now?” Your cheeks are burning at what he just said, and you're thankful that you're facing away. “But you'll have to come and tell Diane. And help me carry my stuff here.” Did you just say that? Did you just agree to move in with Billy? “You know this is crazy, right? We're dating for half an hour and I just agreed to move in with you.”

“I've been wanting to date you since the Monday when I first saw you.” He whispers on your ear.

“Well, you got me when you punched David. Then when you kissed me by the front door.” You knew something was off from that day on, but of course, you would never admit it back then.

“I knew it. You got all nervous and as red as a tomato.”

“It was dark, Billy. How could you possibly know I was red?” You let out a humorless laugh.

“Well, you did try to open the door several times before noticing it was locked.” He lowers his voice, pulling your hair away so your ear and neck as exposed. “Weren't you? All nervous because of me?”

“Stop it!” You lightly elbow him in the ribs. “Let's get some sleep. We'll talk to Diane tomorrow before going to work.”

“As you wish, princess. I guess I can call you princess now, right?”

“Uhum,” you mumble, thankful that he can't see the smile coming to your lips.

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That day, the JD was pretty busy. Both you and Zuko were running around like crazy people, fulfilling orders and cleaning up after guests. It was stressful, yes, but holy shit you guys worked so well together! As you took the orders, Zuko would listen with half an ear. The drinks and pastries would be all set on a tray as soon as they were needed, where you would then trade his full tray for your tray full with dirty dishes, which were then handed to Azula who was on dish duty for the day.

Everything was running like a well-oiled machine; Azula let you know as much with some comments during the day. Those comments were hard to describe... They felt almost snide, but you could tell she was at least trying to be genuine, so you just smiled back at her and were your general cheery self.

When things started winding down, and Azula's shift ended, you and Zuko shared a few conversations when nothing else needed to be done. You were exhausted after the first six hours of your eight hour shift were a constant rush, but the conversations shared with him somehow made it all worth it.

"So obviously, I had to let her know she was being a nutcase, but I had to be nice even if she was a witch," you rambled on, talking about an earlier customer who could probably be described as a Karen.

"As you do," Zuko teased, and you swatted his arm.

"Yes, sometimes you do! Stop making fun of me," you whined, pouting at him. Zuko went quiet for a little, just staring at you, so you stopped pouting and huffed. "Anyway, I kindly let her know that even if I wanted to provide her with a fresh smoothie with grapefruit, we didn't have grapefruit. And even if we did, we don't have a blender or an actual recipe to satisfy her needs, and the smoothie shop down the freaking road would probably happily serve her a smoothie containing grapefruit. And then, can you guess what she did? "

Zuko raised an eyebrow. "Ask to talk to the manager?"

"YES! The nerve of some people, I'm just so tired. So then I sent her to talk to Azula," you finished, smirking.

At this, Zuko burst out laughing. You grinned, because you didn't think anything in the world was as beautiful as this boy laughing. He wasn't one to laugh for the sake of laughing, so when he did, you knew it was genuine.

There were many little things like that which you had picked up on during the past month working at the Jasmine Dragon. He was extremely punctual, but was fairly forgiving of others. He liked routine and order, but didn't get upset with chaos as long as he could have his own neat little bubble. He didn't mind cleaning up after others; in fact, he preferred it. And above all, he was kind.

The afternoon started bleeding into evening, and you discussed everything under the sun, from your love of everything cute and fluffy to you recommending a sleepy time tea for his insomnia. You had a pack with you, and offered him a bag. He smiled cutely, and you felt your heart melt a little. Damn it.

~*~

As soon as you guys closed the shop after the last customer, you could leave. The evening had been really slow, surprisingly, and everything that would normally need to get done after closing was already taken care of. So you both grabbed your things and went to Zuko's car. It was fairly cold outside so late in the evening, and you tried to suppress your shivers so he wouldn't see. Of course, though, he did.

"You okay?" he asked, a bit concerned.

"Oh, yeah, it's nothing. Just a big contrast to the heat when working with tea," you joked, and he chuckled.

"I suppose," he hummed as he turned the heat up in the car.

Some soft music played in the background the entire ride back, but honestly, you couldn't even tell what it was - you were nervous. And it didn't help that he folded up his sleeves to his elbows while driving, because damn; that did things to you.

Once you pulled over to park and go inside, he handed you his hoodie, no questions asked. You took it reluctantly, but pulled it on anyway. It smelled like him - firewood and something so warm and sweet, you couldn't describe it.

"So, this is my place. It's not much, but I don't need much," Zuko introduced once you came in through the door.

It was a modern apartment - everything was black and white, with a few paintings here and there. It was fairly small, seemed like a one bedroom apartment, but it was still nicer than anything you could even hope for in the near future.

"It's really nice, Zuzu, I like it," you replied, beaming a smile up at him. He smiled back. "So I brought a change of clothes, and figured that maybe I could use your bathroom to change?" you asked after a few moments of silence.

"Y-yes, of course," he stammered, and showed you to a bathroom.

You thanked him, and went to change. It wasn't anything extraordinary, you were only watching a movie after all, but you hadn't exactly brought your worst chill-at-home clothes. A pair of yoga pants and a tank top, and you decided to put on Zuko's hoodie again - you hoped he wouldn't mind.

When you were done changing you brushed your hair, putting it in a messy bun on top of your head, before heading back out into the living room/kitchen. The apartment was open plan, after all.

"Alright, so I don't own the movie, but I did bring my laptop and my Disney+ account, so I figured it would do," you joked, and Zuko turned around with a bowl of popcorn in his hands. And then he froze.

It was quiet for a few beats. You took the time to appreciate the man in those damn grey sweats again, and a normal t-shirt. Spirits, did he make everything look good?

After a moment he blinked a few times, then shook his head so slightly you could have missed it; but of course you didn't, because you were very observant when it came to this man.

"Uhm, sure. Sounds good," he replied once he gathered his thoughts, and you suddenly struck by a realization.

"Oh sorry, I should have asked if I could use this," you mumbled, gesturing at the hoodie adorning your body while blushing a little. "I can take it off if you-"

"NO!" Zuko almost shouted, and you jumped a little. He cleared his throat. "No, it's fine."

You smiled shyly before unpacking your laptop and setting up the movie, sitting down on the couch. Zuko joined you soon after, and seeing as you were watching on a laptop, you had to scooch in pretty close. At first you blushed, asking if it was okay, to which he just nodded, and then you fell into silence while watching the movie.

Halfway through, your head hit his shoulder, as you were getting pretty tired. He stiffened at first, but then he relaxed even more, and you stayed like that. He leaned his head on top of yours and you sighed, eyes drooping more and more. Before falling asleep, you registered a deep hum of contentment combined with strong arms wrapping around you tightly, squeezing you a little.

TEAMWORK | part 7

A/N: i decided to write this movie night, too! i hope you guys like my "actual" writing too, not just the texts :p also, i'm almost at 40 followers which??? crazy??? thank you all! lmk if you want to be added to the taglist <3

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so uh. would you mind telling us how sliverquest and purplequest were supposed to end? it's been years, i think closure would be fine.

oh, sure. get a sandwich, this will take a while.

PURPLEQUEST

the main villain of purplequest is maricha the rakshasa, based on the one from the Ramayana. in this version of events, she was fucked up so bad by rama's bow that she was sent flying all the way to japan, and the arrows are cursed/blessed? so that she can never pull them out. after going on a petty rampage there, she was sealed up in hell.

on the eve of the party in former hell, her seal is about to expire and apparently nobody has gotten around to renewing it since that part of hell was decommissioned, which is what sideshowSorceress (elis), who works in hell's legal department, was trying to get ahold of eiki to warn her about.

so maricha is free, and she gets ahold of a nearby GREEN COMMAND INTERPRETER that was meant to be used against her in the event of an emergency. she uses it to antagonize parsee for a bit while learning to use it, if that part didn't make sense (it probably didn't, because the green text formatting was broken on tumblr and i didn't notice).

anyway, completely by coincidence, the VAST GAP event occurs that night, plunging former hell into gapspace with yukari incapacitated. keine sensed the incoming catastrophe and decided to hide everyone's history, her plan being to wait until the next full moon where she'd have more power to actually resolve the problem (though the heroines wouldn't know that). she didn't quite finish though, and all purples were left behind in the VAST GAP because they were last to resolve in her order of operations.

once the main four finish relating what they know about this sequence of events, they decide the solution is to try to fix yukari somehow and start exploring solutions to that, while maricha, seeing an opportunity to regain her strength during the chaos, impedes them and just causes a lot of bullshit in general with her green command interpreter. she pits any green she can get ahold of against the purples, most notably getting yuuka pursuing them like Mr. X.

maricha's goal is to get all the arrows out of her back, which is preventing her from reaching full power. a stipulation of the seal on her is that each arrow has to be removed by a different person, and she has to convince them to do it on their own.

this part of the story is the fuzziest, i didn't bother planning much of the specifics, aside from certain sequences i wanted to do, because i wasn't sure what the players would follow along with.

eventually, the purples end up finding ran and going through with some plan to get yukari back on her feet. yukari, after hearing half the explanation, immediately employs her full POWER LEVELS to go beat the shit out of maricha, who has just one arrow left and has been completely ignoring spellcard rules. although she wins the fight, yukari closes it out by ripping out maricha's last arrow and stabbing her with it repeatedly, which is pretty metal but obviously does not work out in her favor.

as the VAST GAP recedes, all the playable purples reappear in gensokyo proper alongside a gigantic full-power maricha, and a FINAL BOSS fight ensues. an enraged reimu (who has been misled up til now by a pointless and comical sideplot) finally shows up at this point and personally deletes about 60% of maricha's hp with fantasy heaven, but the fight is still going bad overall and looks like it's about to end with the countdown for maricha's 999999999 damage ultimate attack nearing zero.

the day is saved when rikako's centrifuge, which malfunctioned and was launched into the sky way back in act 1, descends and hits maricha in the face, defeating her with a small nuclear explosion.

the incident is resolved and stuff slowly gets put back to normal. maricha is ultimately dealt with by getting the same kind of seal rumia has, turning her into a small, mostly harmless moron, a regular resident of gensokyo.

SILVERQUEST

silverquest, mercifully much smaller in scope, features our heroines trying to obtain their expensive mail-order merchandise. the four of them arrive at kourindou and demand an explanation for receiving inferior or incorrect items. while kourin explains he's positive he had boxed up the correct objects the night before, nazrin searches the stock room to determine the source of the mixup, and discovers a hidden hatch leading into a tunnel below. the silvers (and nazrin, on kourin's dime) decide to go in and check it out.

what follows is a dungeon crawl, a lighthearted affair in which the silvers encounter various obstacles, enemies, traps, and other touhous who mostly have no good reason to be there. most notable though are enemy fairies wielding SPELL CADES, the shitty bootleg versions of spellcards we saw in keine's part, and other poorly made imitations of things you might see in gensokyo.

when they get to the bottom, it turns out the mastermind was none other than yumemi (attended by chiyuri, of course), who is hidden in a secret base underground along with her Probability Hyperspace Vessel. yumemi is still studying magic in gensokyo and is concerned about the impact of too many modern objects making their way through the barrier - she thinks if gensokyo modernizes, magic may be lost there, like it was in the outside world.

her plot to stop this is to target distributors, and starts with kourin, sneaking into his storage room at night to replace his outgoing packages. for this, she recruits the help of a manebi neko OC (THAT'S RIGHT, I PREDICTED THIS TOO) whose has the Ability To The Extent Of Creating Bootlegs. she copies objects, but the copies are either simpler, tangentially related objects (for instance, letty's mini-fridge was replaced by a safe full of ice cube trays), or an extremely low quality version of it. these are used to replace the intended high-tech merchandise, which is carried back to yumemi's base.

the silvers beat the shit out of yumemi to get their stuff back.

yumemi relents, but when the silvers go to collect their stuff, yumemi notices much of her stash is missing, and spotting a culprit in the act, realize the Probability Hyperspace Vessel has been tailed by (touhou-fied) ethereal filchers.

she and chiyuri assist the silvers in chasing the filcher to its home dimension to retrieve their goods using the PHV. a hectic sequence ensues in which they scramble around their city-sized warehouse fighting and tracking down their stuff, until they finally obtain it and race back to the PHV. during this time, the manebi neko has gotten overstimulated by the incredible variety of merchandise the filchers have, and has been going buck wild trying to copy it all. her powers go out of control as she mutates into a giant heap of mangled brand-name material.

because she's grown too large and the situation has gotten too dangerous, yumemi decides to leave her behind as everyone piles into the PHV, but the manebi neko wants her payment and gives chase into hyperspace. the FINAL BATTLE occurs on top of the PHV in a parody of the Neo-Exdeath fight.

"THE COPYRIGHT LAWS OF THE UNIVERSE MEAN NOTHING!"

at the end, everyone returns safe and sound with their mail-order, and some other stuff they looted from the filchers' warehouse for good measure.

the end.

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The Trials of Emi

Pairing: A little Minho. A sprinkle of Frypan. Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, her twin brother Thomas, and a small group of gladers had been rescued and taken to a safe haven. Or so it seemed. It doesn't take long for Thomas to realize something is wrong. What happens next is a true trial for all of them but Emi's trials began the moment she was ripped away from a dying Gally. Watching someone you love die right before your eyes truly takes a toll.

Finally meeting the right arm could have been the end but betrayal leads to even more chaos and loss. A new mission to rescue those taken from them leads them to a city. The last city. After Emi finally comes to terms with everything that's happened something unfolds that changes everything again. She will have to not only deal with helping her brother take down WCKD and save their friend but also deal with all the new problems in her head and her heart.

Rating: As of right now it’s at most PG13. Some strong language that’s about it but it could change.

(This is the 2nd part/book to my other story "The Maze trials: A Gally Fanfiction". This will cover the events of the scorch trails and the death cure.)

Chapter Fourteen

I had fallen asleep at some point during the night. I woke up laying down in the back seat with my head laying on Newt's lap.

"Morning" he said with a smile.

I pulled myself up in a sitting position. It looked to be late morning early afternoon. Thomas had the map unfolded as he told Fry where to go.

"Did you sleep well?" Thomas asked as he folded up the map.

"It was fine" I said rolling my eyes.

By midday, we were coming up on a mandatory infection checkpoint. That's what the sign had said anyway. The sign and everything past it looked completely run down. It looked like a creepy old ghost town. Fry pulled up to the tunnel in front of us but stopped. We all climbed out to stretch our legs and get a better look at the dark road ahead of us. I had a real bad eerie feeling as I stopped to stand next to Fry.

"Want us to go in there?" Newt asked as he stopped next to me.

Thomas was looking over the map as he stopped next to Newt.

"I don't want to come across as too negative but I mean if I was a crank that's exactly where I'd be." Newt said pointing at the dark tunnel.

"I don't think we have much of a choice." Thomas said putting down the map.

"You're joking" I chuckled nervously.

Newt sighed.

"Alright, I get shotgun." Newt said then went back to the jeep.

I looked at Fry to see him gulp then turn back to the jeep as well.

"Tommy you can't be serious." I said quietly as I stepped over to my brother.

"I'm afraid I am. Come on. We'll be fine." Thomas said but he didn't look sure of his own words.

We both climbed into the back seat then Fry started to drive slowly. I took a deep breath as we entered the tunnel. I did not have a good feeling about this at all. I wasn't one to scare easy when it came to normal humans but these cranks were something out of the devil's worse nightmares.

As we entered the tunnel a little more Fry turned on the headlights as Newt stuck his flashlight out the window.

"Here we go" Fry said quietly.

"Just take it nice and slow." Newt told him.

We drove a few more feet into the darkness.

"Woah, woah, woah," Fry said quickly as he stopped the jeep.

Right in front of us stood a crank.

"It's okay, it's just one. Take it slow. Go around him. We'll be fine." Thomas said.

"Take it slow. Take it slow." Fry said nervously as he nodded.

Thomas leaned back in his seat as Newt quickly rolled up his window.

"Holy shit!" I shouted at the same time Thomas jumped practically into my lap.

A cranked out woman was standing right at Thomas' window.

"Please," she said then pulled at the door handle.

"Help me," she said then tried the handle again.

"Please," she said again.

I screamed as something slammed against my window. It was another crank.

"Fry we gotta go!" Thomas shouted looking back and forth at the two cranks.

My heart started racing. I do not want to die by cranks. I do not want to turn into a crank. Fry screamed making me jump as another one slammed against his window.

"Go right now!" Newt said frantically.

"Just floor it Fry!" Thomas shouted.

"Oh god" I groaned.

Fry slammed his foot on the gas. One crank jumped on the hood of the jeep.

"Come on Fry shake him!" Thomas shouted.

"I'm trying!" Fry shouted back.

I was holding on tightly to the back of Newt's seat as Fry started to swerve like a mad man. The crank fell to the side of the jeep but kept his hold. He hit Fry's window hard.

"Hang on!" Fry shouted then swerved so the side of the jeep would hit another vehicle.

The crank was knocked off.

"Frypan watch out!" Thomas shouted.

Fry slammed on the break as we ran into some debris in the road. The jeep went up on two wheels. It fell on it's side then rolled onto it's top. My body crashed onto the roof of the jeep. I gasped for breath as pain shot threw my entire body.

"You okay?" Thomas asked me as he coughed.

"Yea" I groaned.

Thomas pulled out his flashlight then used it to look out the window.

"Fry cover your eyes." Thomas said.

He turned around then kicked at the glass making it shatter. Thomas crawled out of the broken window headfirst. I was quick to crawl out behind him. He grabbed my arm then helped me to my feet. Fry tried to open his door but it wouldn't budge. Thomas tried to help him but it was jammed tight.

"Fry go around." Thomas told him.

We both ran to the other side as Newt got the door open. He came tumbling out onto the ground. Thomas was quick to grab him and help him stand. Thomas grabbed Newt's face making the boy look at him.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I think so." Newt said softly.

"Fry you good?" Thomas asked threw the open door.

A scream echoed threw the tunnel making my heart beat even faster. A crank came into view. My blood ran cold. We are so fucked.

"Shit" Newt said.

"Frypan, I think we gotta move!" Thomas shouted.

Fry was still in the jeep. The three of us started shouting at him to hurry as the crank started to run at us.

"Fry!" I screamed.

He came out of the jeep then turned and fired a shotgun right at the thing. I leaned over onto my knees.

"That was close." I panted.

"Nice shot Fry." Thomas said.

"Thanks" Fry panted.

More screams followed by several cranks coming out. I groaned as I stepped back.

"Go! Go!" Fry shouted as he turned to fire a few more shots.

"Fry come on let's go!" Thomas shouted.

I grabbed Fry's shirt then tugged him back. We took off running through the tunnel as fast as we could. My lungs were on fire as my heart pumped erratically. The four of us skidded to a stop as another group of cranks blocked our path. We were surrounded.

"Watch out!" Fry shouted as he stepped forward.

"Fry, you got me?" Thomas asked.

Fry continued to shoot.

"Yea!" Fry shouted at him.

The cranks were moving in. We weren't gonna make it. There's no way.

"This way! This way!" Thomas shouted.

Fry turned to shoot at the opposite group as they drew closer.

"Other way! Other way!" Thomas shouted.

Fry turned back the way he was to shoot again. His gun clicked making my heart plummet.

"I'm out!" Fry shouted.

"Shit" Thomas breathed.

I stepped back getting closer to Newt as I watched the cranks getting closer. This was it. There's no way out of this. Out of nowhere, a jeep came crashing threw the cranks then stopped right next to us.

No fucking way.

Brenda stood out of the open roof.

"Get in!" She shouted.

She started to fire back and forth as the four of us rushed to climbed into the jeep.

"Go Jorge! Go!" Thomas shouted once we were all in the jeep.

Jorge hit the gas once Brenda was back in her seat. I had never been so happy to see the light of day as we drove out of the tunnel. I fell limp against Fry as I panted. I'm never gonna get rid of the nightmares now.

"I'm impressed. You guys almost lasted a whole day." Jorge said glancing back in the mirror.

I chuckled as I continued to lean against Fry.

"You good?" Thomas asked Newt as he placed his hand under the blonde's chin.

"Yea" Newt nodded as he smiled affectionately at my brother.

Brenda turned in her seat so she could look at us. She shook her head when she looked at Thomas. He stammered for a moment before getting his words straight.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to bring you guys into this." Thomas said quickly.

Fry moved so he could lean over the seat.

"Aye, what I think he's trying to say is thanks for saving us." Fry told Brenda.

"You're welcome," Brenda said then turned back around in her seat.

Fry sat back down then put his arm over my shoulder so I could lean against him again.

"Don't get your hopes up. That checkpoint back there was the city's last defense. If that was overrun chances are the city is too." Jorge informed us.

"Yea, unless they figured out some other way to keep the cranks out." Newt said.

I turned my head to look in the same direction he was. The others did the same. Jorge slammed on the breaks stopping the jeep. Fry and I stood up in the back of the jeep as the others climbed out. There was, in fact, a huge city below but it was surrounded by a massive wall.

"Funny, I spent three years trapped behind walls trying to break out. Now we want to break back in." Newt said as he stared at the city.

"Yea, it's hilarious." Fry said sarcastically.

"Jorge, how do we get in?" Thomas asked the older man.

"Don't look at me Hermano. Those walls are new. I guess that's WCKD's answer for everything." Jorge told him.

"Well, we ain't gonna figure it out from up here. Let's go!" Brenda said then turned back to the jeep.

Fry and I sat back down as Brenda and Jorge climbed back in. Newt and Thomas stood a few feet away having a private conversation before climbing back in. I looked back out at the city we were about to try to break into. I really hope this all doesn't turn to shit.

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 109 2Xs2) "Welcome To The Hotel Diablo"

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El Diablo begins play as the lights go up. The masses lose their minds at the sight of the full stage. Luna's next to Colson with Casie. Pete, Ashleigh, Dom and Ashley are close by. Sam's near Baze as Dub, Noah, Mod, Caroline, Naomi, Trippie and Skies spread out around them.

Only Colson has a mic but you can barely hear him as everyone rapid fires the lyrics with him. Luna dances with Pete, Ashleigh and Casie while teasing Colson as he moves around his friends on stage. All of them loudly shouting how they KEEP THEIR CIRCLE TIGHT.

It's a fun and unique sight. Something that will never be recreated again. A true gift from Colson to his original fan base.

"THANK YOU!! WE FUCKING LOVE YOU FAM!! SEE YOU AT ESTFEST!!" Colson screams as the lights go down one final time.

Kissing Casie's cheek, he glances over at Ashleigh. Her nod tells him she's Got It. With that, he slings a squealing Luna over his shoulder and trots OffStage. He's got his own Backstage Ritual to attend to.

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"That was so fucking intense, Bunny!" Luna exclaims once Colson sets her down.

"I know." His mouth buzzes into her's as they strip off each other's clothes.

Colson lifts Luna up onto the small table against the wall. Having lit a joint as he carried her down the hall, she lifts it to his lips.

"I love you." He lightly chuckles as he exhales.

Guiding his thick cock into her warm pussy, Luna groans out in pleasure. Wrapping her legs around him to pull him in closer as he begins to thrust into her. Luna sucks on Colson's neck before lifting the joint to his lips. Grabbing her by the back of her neck, he kisses her hard. Exhaling his hit and filling her lungs.

The extra carbon dioxide makes Luna heady. She closes her eyes and runs her hands through Colson's hair. Enjoying his cock as he plays with her pierced nipples and nibbles on her ear. There's a sweet electricity to Colson and Luna's sex. It's passionate and rough but not aggressive.

Clenching herself around his dick, Luna lowly moans out Colson's name. Letting him wash over her as she gets them high. Colson grips her ass and lower back, making his way deeper into her. With her head back and neck exposed, Colson draws his tongue over her tattooed skin before opening wide and biting her JUST enough to make them both cum.

"Holy FUUUUUCK, Bunny!!" Luna cries out as her body shakes with his in pleasure.

"Can't say I don't know your spots." Colson sighs with a grin as he kisses her.

"I love you too." Floats from between Luna's lips in a content sigh as she closes her eyes and leans her forehead against his.

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Dressed in a pair of tight, black shorts, sheer tights, a printed black tank and knee high black boots, Luna's hair is still loose. Colson had tossed on a dark T and jeans while Luna had cut out their lines. Burning, kissing and snorting before making their way BackStage.

Everyone's in high spirits, celebrating the epic show and album's success. Casie reminds her dad of the necklaces and helps Colson pass off the coveted Double X chains to Naomi, Trippie, Ashleigh, Skies and Dub. They all go on to toast Colson, Hotel Diablo's release and each other while hugging and joking together.

It's not long before they have to head out to Velvet Dog for the release party. Casie gets huge GoodByes and Love before Bullet leads her and Ashleigh out to a private SUV. Her and Bullet will meet back up with them after dropping off Casie to Emma.

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The rest of them pile into multiple other SUVs. They're headed DownTown to a smaller, more intimate nightclub. Each of them chatting, drinking and getting stoned along the way in the five seperate vehicles.

Leaving Agora wasn't a problem. Pulling up to Velvet Dog, they can see it's gonna be much more of a hassle getting in there. Fans and The Paparazzi are surrounding it from all angles. The venue's own security is doing it's best at controlling the chaos. Benny's driving Colson, Luna, Rook, Baze and Sam.

"What do you wanna do, Kells?" Benny asks looking over his shoulder.

"Fuck it, make a path and let's get the fuck in there." He shrugs at Benny. Turning to Luna, he looks at her seriously. "Do NOT let go of my hand." He asserts before kissing her.

Luna nods a silent Yes as Benny taps on the window. Grabbing Luna's hand, he confirms everyone's ready before opening the door. Making Luna laugh when he shouts WE OUT.

Outside in the dark it's bright. It's loud. People are aggressive and Colson is on a mission. Clutching Luna's hand, he pulls her through the crowd behind Benny. Colson's super focused. Knowing how much she hates crowds, he's trying to successfully get them inside before anyone can stop them, seperate them or say anything to piss either of them off.

He does. Like a champion. Winning him a thousand happy kisses from a grateful Luna.

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Inside is just as crazy. Record executives are there. Other artists from Interscope. More family and friends from Cleveland along with fellow supportive friends who flew in from LA and Philly.

Normally ones to seperate and work their own aspects of a room, Colson keeps Luna close to him tonight. She doesn't mind, happily staying by his side as he introduces her to those she doesn't know and they greet mutual acquaintances and friends they have together. Watching them in action, they truly are a Power Couple. Both of them smart, charming, gorgeous and engaging. Easily laughing and enjoying each other as they glide through to the nightclub celebrating Colson and The Boys.

They run into Johnny, Colson's partner in his 27 Club coffee venture. Unlike Dub, Johnny isn't leery of Luna. Colson listening with amusement as the two easily connect over music, the pain of starting up a business and his shocking love of her paintings.

"Yeah, I caught your exhibit back in '15.... Your shit is incredible. I wanted to buy a piece but none of it was for sale surprisingly..." Johnny trails off with furrowed eyebrows.

"That's myyy girl for ya." Colson laughs as he tosses his arm carefully around Luna's shoulders. "Dawg, she's a snob. She don't sell shit... if I didn't hear them myself, I wouldn't even believe she has seven fucking records!" He laughs looking down at Luna's rolling eyes as he kisses her forehead.

"Maaan..." Luna begins to whine with a smile.

"Why don't you sell your stuff?" Johnny asks.

"I hate you." Luna lightly chuckles as she nuzzles her head against Colson's chest before answering Johnny. "Most of my physical work is made for someone or something intentional. I'm not comfortable with someone else owning something that holds my intimacy with another." She tries to explain to his accepting nod.

"So then why release your music?" Colson challenges her.

"Because that's universal.... And it's MY guts I'm bearing not some..."

"You got like 20 mins, Kells." Ashleigh interupts them.

"Oh shit, alright. You coming with me, Kitten?" He asks looking down at her.

"Of course." She reassures with a smile. "We'll catch up later. It was a pleasure to meet you." Luna beams as she shakes Johnny's hand.

Before he can agree, she's gone. Hand in hand with Colson. Blonde hair trailing behind her like a memory.

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Their performances during the record release party were equally on point. Some more fun while others are more thought provoking and gut wrenching.

Catching certain faces before he had hit the stage, Colson decided to have Luna pop OnStage during Hollywood Whore. Cutting in only to recite the changed lyrics the way he wanted her to. As always, on and off stage, Luna was nothing short of a wreckage to be dealt with. Her powerful voice reaming out the room with Colson's truth as she moved her tiny, tattooed body seductively around her Lover before propping herself against his slender one.

🎶It's because of y'all//He couldn't understand//The worth of his career//'Cause of y'all//He hated himself//For so many years//'Cause of you//He never thought//That he could trust//But//You better watch your back//Cuz he's about to wife//ME up🎶

Her slip in had been flawless. Sending their friends into an uproar as Colson grabbed Luna's ass. Neither missing a beat while she trotted OffStage.

The rest of the gig went off without a hitch. Smoke and lights exploded around them constantly while Naomi and Phem's voices were on perfect pitch. Trippie and Lil Skies nailed their own features with Colson and Dom killing their performance of I Think I'm Okay.

With no encore planned, Luna and Colson went HARD on Bad Things. Both of their voices strong as The Boys roared behind them and they passionately played and pushed off each other. Their performance intense and extremely sexual as Luna ran the stage with her presence and Colson with his guitar. To this day, it's both of their favorite times OnStage.

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Trying to escape to his dressing room with a laughing Luna over his shoulder, Colson is stopped. By Diddy and Jimmy Iovine of all fucking people. Setting her down, the couple addresses the two men.

"Yo!! Be proud, Son. That shit was fire!!" Diddy proudly proclaims as he pulls Colson in for a full on hug.

Luna and Jimmy stand eyeballing each other. He doesn't know what to say to her and she's not fucking up Colson's Big Night.

"You too, Kid!" Sean says to Luna as he pulls her in for a hug once he's released Colson.

"That was an extraordinary show." Jimmy says, offering his hand to Colson.

"Thank you. I appreciate that. I leave everything I have OnStage every time I perform." Colson answers as he shakes his hand.

"It shows." Jimmy nods his head, never seeing Colson perform before he's beyond impressed by the underrated artist.

"He's going overseas..." Sean says to Luna as Jimmy and Colson interact.

"I know." Luna answers with a nod.

"With Hotel Diablo debuting so high, if the momentum keeps up I'm adding more US dates after." He says as he studies her reaction.

"Then you better get us a bigger bus... And. I don't want fucking Don." Luna eyes Diddy with a seriousness to her tone.

"What's your problem with him?" He asks with a laugh.

"He's a fucking douche who has no respect for Colson.... You know how I feel about that, Sean." Luna giving two answers that they both know.

"Alright, no Don." Diddy laughs at her.

"And a bigger bus?" Luna pushes.

"We'll see." Colson's boss laughs at his girlfriend. "Just don't mention any extra dates. I don't wanna hype him up til I'm sure..."

"So, bigger bus?" Luna smirks.

"Yeah. Bigger bus, you bitch." Diddy laughs as he pulls her in for a hug. "He's lucky to have you. You're one of the very FEW I give into." He continues to laugh as he kisses her cheek.

"I know." Luna grins at him. "And I love and appreciate you for it." She asserts before squeezing him again tightly and making him laugh even more.

"You better marry this bitch before she changes her mind!" Diddy continues laughing as Luna releases him from their hug.

"Psh... As quick as I can, Boss." Colson laughs as Luna tucks herself under his arm.

"YEEEOOOOOO!!!" Comes a loud voice above them.

"Looks like you got more shit to attend to. We'll catch up soon. Congratulations, Slick. I'm proud of you." Diddy says, dapping it out and hugging Colson once more before disappearing with Jimmy.

"I SAID YEEEOOOOOO!!" Tyree shouts as he bursts through the BackStage crowd.

"My mans!!" Colson hollers in delight as they embrace each other while Lamar and Luna happily greet each other in the meantime. "You made it!!" Colson says excitedly.

"Yeah... But without Ash we'd be dust in the wind, Homie." Ree replies with an annoyed look.

"My bad, Yo. But you're HERE!!" Colson shouts as he pulls Luna, Lamar and Tyree in for a group hug.

"Look at these motherfuckers." Dub comes up with a laugh.

Lamar and Tyree turn to greet their longtime friend. Dapping and laughing, the boys catch up while Luna stands awkwardly amongst them. Finding her exit clause, Dub calls her out.

"She don't like me." He teases her.

"Nah, Motherfucker. Don't put that shit on me.... You're the one who came up in here all Strong Man, Strong Man." Luna cocks her lip as she narrows her eyes.

Standing amidst Lamar and Tyree, Colson can't help but laugh at Dub from behind her. They may know... But he has no idea what he's in for.

"I don't know what your fucking problem with me is or where the fuck you get your Word from but until you climb on that bus or in a house with us... You better check your resources MOTHERFUCKER cuz you don't know shit. Bestfriends or not, we can buck. Right here. Right fucking now." Luna snarls with squared shoulders and a deadly look in her eyes.

"Ho!! Calm down, Shorty!!" Dub laughs, putting his hands up. "Don't shoot. I don't wanna fight, I was just pressen' you. You know. I gotta make sure you live up to that hype if you gonna lock my boy down!" Dub continues to laugh.

"What's goin' on over here?" Slim asks as he throws his arms around Luna and Dub.

"You, Bitch." Luna asserts as she ducks out from under his weight. "Don't think I don't fucking know." She spouts as her drunken eyes bounce between Slim and Dub. "It's alright though... He'll learn just like you did." She asserts as she snakes her head at both of them before dropping a middle finger, a kiss on Colson's long neck and turning to find someone more fun to hang out with.

"For real?" Colson asks both of them.

"Hey, I'm just goin' off what Slim said." Dub defends himself.

"Dawg, I AIN'T SPOKE TO YOU IN LIKE A WEEK!!" Slim uncharacteristically shouts, refusing to be thrown under the bus.

"Annnnnnnnd?" Dub cocks back.

"SHIT CHANGES!!" Slim continues to holler at his high school friend.

"Yo... Yo... Yo... Chill." Colson interupts them. "If anyone should be pissed it should be me, you back alley bitches. You got questions, words or problems with me and Luna, you come to ME. Don't be a couple of old lady pussies talking shit behind my fucking back."

"It wasn't shit, Kells." Slim starts to explain.

"It was enough for Dub-O to form a negative opinion about her before meeting her though, wasn't it.?" Colson shoots back as he tries to hold his anger.

Slim looks down sheepishly at Colson's words. He hadn't trusted Luna. At all, for a while. Even after she'd thrown down for his bestfriend multiple times. It wasn't until she stepped up when Bleta threatened Ashleigh and Benny and refused to lie to Colson, did Slim finally accept her. Dub doesn't know these things though because he wasn't on tour with them.

"Hey... Hey... Hey..." Dub comes jogging up behind Luna. "I'm sorry..." He says as he grabs onto her shoulder.

It's the wrong choice. The music and noise are too loud. The small BackStage area is filled with too many people. Not hearing Dub and only feeling his firm hand upon her, the New Yorker in Luna kicks in as she turns and lands a solid blow straight into his nose. Busting it wide open as he stumbles back off of his feet and onto the floor.

"WHAT THE FUUUUUCK!!" Dub shouts as he grasps his face.

"Don't ever fucking touch me." Luna replies emotionlessly before grabbing her leather and disappearing.

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"Hey.... You okay?" Colson asks after finding Luna alone on the steps out back of the nightclub.

"I don't know... I think I'm losing my shit..." Luna sighs as she passes the lit joint she has to Colson.

"Why?" He asks as he takes a hit.

"I don't know... I just laid out one of your bestfriends, was rude to a fan on the street and fought with my Mom-Mom all in the last 3 days ." Luna let's out with an annoyed sigh.

"Why'd you fight with Patti?" Colson asks.

"Fuck me and my big stupid mouth." Luna mentally curses herself.

"It's nothing." She tries to brush Colson off.

"No, it's not." Colson isn't having her bullshit, he knows Luna doesn't fight with her grandmother.

"I need a PreNump." She sighs with frustration.

"Okay?" Colson asks with confusion.

"What do you mean okay?" Luna's drunk and irrational.

"I mean okay. I'm not marrying you for your shit so.... OKAY. I'll sign whatever as long as I still get YOU. That's all I want, Baby." His voice breaks as he climbs on to the step behind her and wraps himself around a confused Luna. "You."

"You don't care what the PreNump includes?" She asks with a slight attitude.

"No. I don't give a fuck." Grabbing her chin, he pulls her eyes to him. "I'm marrying you, Luna. Not THAT Brooklyn Bitch. Not Patti Smith and Robert Maplethorpe's granddaughter. Not the coolest chick in The World. Just you. My own personal Addy." He grins as he begins to attack her with sweet, sloppy kisses.

"Ahhhh!!! Stop!" Luna giggles as she tries to wiggle out of Colson's grasp. It doesn't work. Submitting, she holds his face in her hands as she stares into his beautiful blue eyes. "Thank you." She says first as she gently kisses his lips. "And I'm sorry for hitting Dub."

"He shouldn't have fucked with you." Colson replies with a shrug and a smirk. "Back inside, please?" He asks as he stands and offers Luna his hand.

"Yeah." She agrees as she rises to kiss him.

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Back inside, the nightclub is going off. The DJ playing Hotel Diablo again in full as everyone dances and grooves. The words maybe alarmingly dark but the bop is on point.

"Yo. My bad." Dub immediately approaches Colson and Luna. "I was just trying to fuck wit you and clearly I shouldn't." He apologizes with a light laugh.

"No. I shouldn't have just swung, I'm sorry." Luna apologizes as she begins to rub her forehead.

"Nah, Ma, you good. I pushed to see how hard you'd rock... I didn't expect this shit but now I know!" Dub laughs at himself.

"I still feel like an Asshole." Luna admits.

"You good. I'd rather have Kells with a chick holding a solid right than some VSCO boujie bitch. We ride hard... And as much as it kills me to say it... I think you might ride harder!" Dub laughs again as Colson joins him.

"Enh... I got my name for a reason. Still, I'm really sorry about all that." Luna says as she gestures towards his nose.

"Stories, B. Stories." Dub winks at her with a smile as he opens his arms.

With that, Luna and Dub become friends. Her appreciating the lengths he will go to for Colson. Him respecting her fierce loyalty and the strong right fist she has for herself and her man.

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The album release party is still in full swing. Colson dips off as Luna grabs her and Dub drinks before she looks at his nose. Apologizing for the thousandth time to his laughter before they make their own way into the party.

Sam and Baze are making out like teenagers in a corner. Luna finds Naomi, The Ash's and Dom as Floor 13 kicks in. Drinks in hand, they jive, jerk and rap along Colson and the unique beat. Colson's with Slim, Benny, Pete, Mar, Ree and Dub by the bar busting it up. Noah, Caroline, Mod and Phem find Luna, the Ash's and Dom, easily coaxing them to the dance floor as Roulette begins. Rook can be found macken' on girls with Trippie and Skies while Bullet watches all from his perch at the bar.

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"What cha guys doin'..." Luna asks as she approaches The Boys at the bar.

Bad choice. Colson and Pete immediately pounce on her like the night at 30 Rock. Linking their arms together, they catch her again like they're playing London Bridge. Shaking her all about as they happily sing their made up song.

🎶We gotta Moon Pie. We'll never let her get by🎶

"Whhhyyyy????" Luna moans as they justle her back and forth.

🎶Even when she asks why. She's our drunken Moon Pie🎶

They continue to laugh as they toss her around. It takes strategic planning to get out of a mess like this, only a skilled mind could handle the pressure. Being a smart cookie, Luna turns and throws her arms around Colson's neck and pulls him in for a perfectly distracting kiss. With her fingers climbing up his neck into his hair and her tongue dancing in his mouth, Colson has no choice but to let go of Pete's hands as they begin to roam around Luna. Pressing his large palm in between her shoulder blades as he kisses her deeply.

"Man... Fuck you guys." Pete complains as he leaves them be.

"🎶And a Moon Pie got away🎶 Luna sings to herself as she enjoys Colson's mouth much more than his and Pete's stupid ass game.

"Mmmm... You may taste good but you're not slick." Colson smirks once their mouths seperate.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Luna replies with a devilish smile.

"Okay, Moon Pie." Colson laughs before kissing her again. "Grab a drink?" He asks as he gazes at her.

"Yeup." Luna smiles brightly at Colson, standing on her tippy toes to kiss him before they make their way to the bar.

"KELLS!!!" Naomi comes barreling up to Colson, grabbing him around the waist into a huge hug. "I haven't seen you but I met Luna!!" She exclaims. "I LOVE her. Where is she??" Naomi adamantly asks.

"Right here." Colson laughs, pointing behind him to Luna's back, she's facing the bar ordering them drinks.

"She is the best." Naomi drunkenly decides. "Do you know that she keeps dry shampoo in her bag and that she's got these weed candies that taste like yellow SweetTarts? She gave me two. One for now and one for later... Who does that, Bro? She's like a tiny, beautiful, little, tattooed drug pixie. I think you should marry her." Naomi declares.

"Good thing you chose first then, hunh?" Luna comments with a huge smile as she joins Colson and Naomi.

Holding her Old Fashioned, she passes Colson his Henny straight up. Always having a trick up her sleeve, Luna easily passes Naomi her seltzer and lime as a vodka and seltzer. She's too drunk to tell the difference and water is gooood.

"I love this SON OF A BITCH!!" Naomi shouts as she grabs ahold of Colson. "Will you take a quick picture of us?" She asks Luna, handing over her phone.

"Sure... Hold on... Ready?" Luna asks trying to set them up.

It's in the the dark. On a phone's camera. In a club. Looking at it, it is definitely NOT her best work.

"I can retake it." Luna offers.

"No!! I love it" Naomi gushes as she hugs Luna. "Catch you later?" She asks, pointing at Colson's confused nod. Two quick kisses to each of their cheeks and she's off with a "Cool... Love you guuuuyyyysssss!"

"She's fantastic." Luna states as she watches Naomi disappear.

"SHOTS!" Rook hollers as he makes his way towards Luna and Colson.

"So, I heard you hit Dub." Rook immediately states once they've downed the clear liquor.

"What the fuck... I'm never gonna live that down." Luna groans as she puts her head in her hands.

"Nope." Colson and Rook say in unison, their laughter makes Luna groan even more.

The release party keeps going. Top shelf liquor easily flowing. Everyone's having a blast. Dancing, drinking and joking as they enjoy each other's company. They keep the party rolling until they're kicked out around 430A.

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Almost EVERYBODY comes back to Colson's. That would be The Blonde Don himself, THAT Brooklyn Bitch, Rook, Ashley, Dom, Lamar, Tyree, Noah, Caroline, Phem, Mod, Trippie, Skies, Benny, Bullet and a gaggle of girls.

Ashleigh had decided to go home to her family instead. While Baze and Sam tried to catch some privacy at his spot and Naomi some sleep in her hotel. Slim deciding not to go home but to follow the party as it rages on.

Always having instruments on hand, they begin a jam session. Starting off with the original riffs from Hotel Diablo before twisting them into acoustic versions. Luna and Noah subbing in for Naomi when needed.

Alcohol and blunts roll through the room as they run through different songs, joke and laugh at each other. The party going well into the ACTUAL sunshining morning.

"Yo. That could work.... That acoustic jawn. It's something different and totally sick..." Slim tells Colson as he stops him and Luna on their way upstairs, knowing exactly the seed he's planting.

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"I'm so proud of you." Luna coos as she pulls off her shirt and bra.

"I'm proud of those titties!" A naked Colson laughs. "Now bring 'em hear!" He demands as he pulls Luna closer to him and buries his face in her plump breasts.

"Mmmm.... Show me more of what your proud of." Luna giggles.

"I'm proud of this nipple and this nipple." He says as he lightly nips at them. "I'm proud of this scorpion." He says as he traces it with his tongue. Pulling her shorts off, he kisses each thing. "I'm proud of this leg and this leg...." Colson looks up at her with a cocky grin, grabbing her ass cheeks he pulls her closer to his face. "I'm proud of this pussy." His deep voice says, his lips just barely touching her lips but his baritone easily vibrating her skin.

"Alright." Luna pants as she pulls his face up to hers. "You got me, now give it to me." She says after she kisses his soft lips.

"Get on the bed the way I like." Colson directs Luna.

On all fours she goes, ass in the air, perky and dying in anticipation. Colson gives her one HARD

❗SLAP❗

Making her squirm in delight before dragging her closer to him by her hips. Running his fingers along her lips he can feel her dripping for him. Reaching around, he sticks his finger in her mouth as he enters her. Luna's back arches as she sucks her juices off his finger. Both moaning in pleasure as Colson makes his way deep inside of her.

Releasing her mouth, Colson slaps her ass again. Making Luna buck against him. Slamming her ass into his hips as he fucks her from behind. Colson runs his hand up Luna's bare slender back to the base of her hair. Wrapping his fingers inside her long locks, he grips her hip tighter. Demanding her to cum.

Luna's already came twice before so a yank of the hair is just icing on the cake. Letting her body go, she shakes and quivers as she feels Colson's dick pulsate inside of her as he drops his load.

"Fuck, Luna." Escapes from his pants as he moves her hair to kiss her lower neck, making her purr.

They lay there quietly, Colson's still inside of Luna as he plays with her hair. Just as she's about to drift off, his voice brings her back to reality.

"You're still gonna go tomorrow?" Colson asks lowly as they lay together.

"I have to." She replies lightly as she tries to train her breath.

"You HAVE to take a shit. "You don't HAVE to see Jackson." Colson states as a matter of fact as he rolls out of her.

"But I do have to mindfully wipe my ass after I take a shit." Luna retorts irritated by his frustration.

"What does that even fucking mean?" Colson jerks his head to look at her.

"I don't know..." She giggles as she pulls his face close. "I don't wanna fight though... Can we just be? We never get to just be." Luna says as she drunkenly snuggles into Colson neck.

"You're coming home tomorrow?" He asks with a trembling assertiveness to his tone.

"Absolutely.... Now, can we just be Us?" She answers with a pout as she lifts her head to kiss his neck in reassurance before snuggling deeper into him.

"Yeah, we can just be Us." He sighs as he holds her naked body close to his and kisses her tossled hair.

"It better be just Us...." Colson's heart pounds. "I swear to God, I'll kill 'em both.... Fuck, she's gonna leave me like my mom... She can't... I'll will FUCK some MAJOR shit up... Calm down, Kells. You trust her.... Don't fuck this up by spinning out.... You're not Justin.... You've got her. She KNOWS that.... She loves you." Colson's mind is trying to battle all the underlying insecurities that are bubbling up.

"Bunny... You feel alright?" Luna sits up asking.

"Yeah... Why?" Colson lies.

"Because I can feel you not breathing and your heart pounding through your chest... So... What's up?" She asks as she begins to stroke his hair.

"Ahhhh... Nerves." He sighs, half lying now.

"About?" Luna pries as she continues to stroke his blonde hair.

"Fucking Jackson." He slightly admits as he reaches for a joint.

"And...." Luna continues to lead as he sparks it.

"And that you'll leave me like my mom did." He exhales a cloud of frustrated smoke.

Luna pulls Colson into her chest. Stroking his hair again, she's silent as they share the joint. It's not an awkward silence. It's the sad silence of two children who never had their mothers for different reasons.

Once the joints finished, neither need to speak. Colson reaching over to turn the side light off as Luna slides down comfortably into the bed. Resting his head on the pillow with her arm under his neck, they lay face to face in the dark. Colson pulls her closer by the small of her back as they tangle their legs inside each other. Luna let's out a shuddered breath of content as she falls into Colson's body and hold. Stroking his face, in the dark, there's no words. Just a heartfelt, lingering kiss and one thought that drifts between them both as they fall asleep.

"FUCK, I fucking love you."

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The Dark Prince: Chapter One: Team

I am tired. Truthfully I am.

No matter how long I popped my back, it will still hurt. My eyes would close themselves and my body will not respond to my commands. The room I was in wasn't helping either. The dim lights, the soft whisper of people talking between each other, the delicate yet strong aroma of recently made coffee made everything almost too perfect.

"A large cup of black coffee please"

    I heard his voice clearly enough to not recognize it. "Hey there Dark Prince."

I collected all of my strength to keep on going and at least bring the best customer service to my number one client.

"You too? I don't know what's with people calling me that."

"Well, it just fits you... or do you prefer to be called 'Dark Lord?"

"Well it indeed reminds me of Star Wars so..."

"Well yeah, we are not changing it."

    Shadow showed me those small yet powerfully cute fangs as he smirked. There were good intentions behind his annoyance with his nickname. Shadow always liked to be secretive when it came to him. So many people calling him Dark Prince wasn't on his plans, meaning people knew what he was doing in secret wasn't so secret after all.

"Are you feeling alright?"

        I recognized an honest look of concern in Shadow's face, I must have looked at my worse because it was rare to see Shadow with such face.

"Yes, I am just tired. It's been a long day."

    I received Shadow's black coffee from my co-worker. Shadow's eyes lift up in excitement, it was one of the few moments where I could appreciate him fully. Although he was the ultimate life form, he still acted like one of us. He was one of us.

"Well...Thank you for coming to Momo Cafe."

"My pleasure."

      Shadow took the coffee from my hand and our fingers touched lightly. It was normal for it to happen, but I had to admit that it made my heart flutter when it shouldn't.

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   I still don't know why I became addicted to coffee. Maybe because Amy was crazy about it too or because I had the opportunity to see her every time I buy coffee.

I had to admit that she had me at her will. The reason? To be honest, I still didn't know.  Maybe I wasn't in love with her but just appreciated her deeply. Rouge says that I am, that the fact alone that I became addicted to coffee because Amy was good of enough proof that I am indeed in love with her.

But I am not sure.

I had never experienced love this way before. It wasn't like the family love I had for Maria, but more... intimate. To be honest, I am still learning the ways in which the world works. Sometimes I can come off as "rude" or "empathic" but I think it's because I still don't know how to communicate properly.

Which is why I let my actions speak for me. Or at least I try.

I am really trying, really I am. But sometimes I get tired.

And today I am tired. Truthfully I am.

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   I showed up to G.U.N in my motorcycle and the guard let me in as soon as he saw me. He was a good guy, last time I spoke to him, he had fixed his problems with his wife and everything was even better for him when the news came that he was going to become a father.

Sometimes I wonder, what it feels like to be part of a family.

But maybe that's just not for me.

I walked through the doors of G.U.N as the cool of the A.C hit my face. It's been fresh these days so I really wonder why they keep the AC on times like this.

"Oh, the Dark Prince arrived"

"Ah, if only I had the courage to tell him how I feel"

"He is just so dreamy"

  The same as usual. It seems like they tend to forget that I have better hearing than the average person. It's not that I mind the compliments or the quiet love confessions. It's that it's just the same, you may think that being a secret spy would be an exciting life full of adventures but it's honestly not that easy. Yes, we do go in missions, but not as much as I would like it to be.

"Why does it have to be so cold in here!?

I am freezing! I am going to get a cold...."

    Ok, that was my call, that wasn't the first time I hear a complaint about the temperature in the building. I was going to have to talk to the commander directly.

There's a lot of things that fail at G.U.N but the worst one was the thermostat for the whole building was located at the Commander's office.  "To prevent fights between our individuals and most importantly to prevent a higher cost of energy in our building. It is already high as it is Agent Shadow...."

Well, that's what he told him. Nonetheless, in cases where it was 0 Celsius degree outside, changes needed to be made.

 I knocked on his door twice, there was no answer. I knocked again and waited for an answer. Nothing happened. Usually, I wouldn't enter but since must G.U.N members can probably get frostbite by how cold it is, I decided to take my chances. I opened the door to find the Commander sleeping, face directly resting on his desk, hands laying next to his head.

  I walked around next to him but my nose was already telling me something that mind didn't want to admit.

I didn't want to touch him, I didn't have the need to.  Nobody visits the building over the weekend, his dead body could have been laying down there since then,  we just didn't know.

His killer was a smart one too, raising the temperature of the building so his body would decompose at a slower pace was a smart move.

Way too smart.

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"Commander was murder on Thursday night of last week at 3:00 AM. Witnesses claim-"

      When I heard the news from Shadow that the Commander, our Commander had been killed, I... didn't feel much. Even now after a couple of hours of this announcement, I still couldn't find myself to feel anything.

But Shadow was feeling something. I could tell that he was hiding his own dissent. He was standing over the window looking to nowhere in particular. Shadow had been partners with the Commander for a couple of missions now, and it was speculated that over time they grew a bond. I'll say even develop something like a friendship.

"Can you cut it and tell us who did it already?"

      If looks could kill, Shadow would of have killed one of his co-workers right now.  The young lady cleared her throat and took a deep breath before responding.

"Amy Rose, age 20, owner of the famous Momo Cafe that is located in Chaos Street."

The room went silent, I looked at Shadow, his eyes shaking while watching the video that incriminated our pink friend.

"No! There must be a mistake-", I stood up, offended by the fact alone that Amy's name was mentioned.

"Rouge, no...let them finish"

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   The day was done and finally, I was free from the addictive smell of coffee.  I closed the crystal door with my keys and as I looked up I realized there was a very familiar figure behind me.

"Hey, Shad-"

   I didn't even have time to greet him because as soon as I turned around, Shadow had already Chaos Control us out of the street.

   Next thing I knew was that there was grass in my feet.  Bushes and trees around me, Shadow standing next to me watching the sunset sent on the city.

"Alright, you have thirty seconds to tell me what's going on or I'll start screaming."

"You are being convicted for the murder of G.U.N's Commander."

"What?!"

"They must be looking for you...for us right now."

"Wait, Shadow, go slower what happened?"

   I was panicking, but Shadow looked as calm as ever. He took a few seconds to show any sign that he was still there.

"G.U.N's Commander was found dead at this office today. Witnesses and a very clear video of you committing the act are undoubtedly proof that you are indeed the one who murder him."

"No! That wasn't me, Shadow I swear, there must be a mistake-"

"I know.", Shadow looked at me, and the blaze of his red eyes made my heart skip a beat. He was always so confident about himself, but this time was different. It's like as if he was completely, irrevocably, sure about what he was doing. I felt safe and knew that everything was going to be alright by just looking at him.

"Can't you help me? You have worked for them for years. Can't you just explain-"

"I tried already and it ended up badly. Look, Amy, you just didn't 'kill' a random person. You 'murdered' G.U.N's Commander.  He ended hunger in Vijayanagar, he freed slaves in  Mohenjo-Daro, he has saved the president of this country multiple times and stopped World War Three five times...he has allies all over the world who look for revenge and they have sent their top spies to look for you and kill you."

   Shadow made a pause, noticing that it was too much information for me to take in. After a few seconds, he got closer to me and I felt a great warm coming from his body.

" and I'll protect you."

   The sun went down just like the flow in my blood. I could feel the heat going to my cheeks and I could bet that I was as red as Shadow's eyes.

"I am involved as well now and whether I want it or not, finding the true assassin is the only way to clear our names now..so until we find him..."

   The city lights glow as the sun was no longer visible,  the wind was moving softly and the tweets of the late night birds arose. Amy didn't want to admit it, but she was completely charmed by the Dark Prince.

"let's be a team"

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Californian Dream (Pt. 04 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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In the morning, you tiptoe to the living room, but everything you find of Billy is a small note left on the kitchen table. He's at work and must be back by 5 or 6 pm. He said you can make something for lunch, and that he'll bring dinner. So, now that you're alone, you can't help but think. The names of those who died to keep playing back, and Gisele's is the one that comes louder. You feel bad for all the times you were mean to her, when you left her talking alone, storming away. But it's useless to feel this way now. It won't bring her back.

You're pacing around the living room, the news channel on, as they repeat the same things over and over. When you put both hands on your head, out of desperation, you feel as Billy's shirt lifts a little, exposing your thighs. And you realize you'll need clothes. And all your personal stuff. “Ame.” You mutter, going to the phone and calling home. As usual, it's Amelia who answers, and she squeals, happy to know you're fine. After telling her everything that happened and where you'll be staying, you start giving the instructions. Well, she's the one to point out what you'll need and how to cover up who you are.

The goal is to remain hidden, but you won't be stuck inside the apartment. So you need to look different, and for that, Amelia advises you to buy new clothes, normal clothes, instead of using the ones you have. And she kindly offers to buy everything you'll need and bring them over later today. She'll also bring all of your personal stuff. And money. Amelia tells you to keep some money with you, in case you need it. You're not sure what for, but you agree.

She gets here after lunch, with three huge pieces of baggage, and she helps you drag them to Billy's bedroom. Then, after you change out of Billy's shirt, she shows off the last part of her plan. Amelia wants to dye your hair and cut off a few inches. You don't think it's necessary, but she's worried about the situation, and for the sake of the woman who raised you, you let her do it. Once she's done, she helps you clean the bathroom before leaving, giving you a tight hug and asking you to keep in touch and be careful.

Then the rest of the day is pretty boring. You do give some trips to the bathroom, just to check the hair. It's nice having your natural color back, but you never thought it would be in these circumstances.

You're watching the news again, seating on the couch, when the door opens. Turning your head, you give Billy a small smile. When his eyes find you, he furrows his eyebrows. It takes a while for you to understand why the confused expression.

“Oh! It was Amelia.” Quickly, you explain, standing on your feet and noticing the pizza he brought. “I called her and she helped me get some stuff done and well...” You gesture at your hair. “I've been bleaching it since Elementary school so I bet nobody will recognize me now. Amelia is probably the only one who remembers my natural color but... This is it.” You're speaking too much, and maybe a little too fast, but you're not sure why. “What do you think?”

He squints his eyes, moving to put the pizza on the table. “I think you're already planning on going out.” Well, obviously. He can't possibly expect you to stay locked up in here.

“I was talking about the hair, but ok.” Shrugging your shoulders, you gesture at the pizza. “Can I eat it?”

“Yeah. I'll take a shower.”

“I'll wait for you then.”

“Alright.” Billy stands there for a few seconds, awkwardly, before walking to the bedroom. “The hair is good, by the way.”

“Thanks.” You mutter, smiling a little.

“(Y/N)!” He calls out suddenly, startling you. “Why is there a bag full of money on my bed?”

“Oh!” Rushing to his bedroom, you find a very confused Billy. You left the dark blue bag on the edge of the bed, and you completely forgot about it. “Amelia said I should have money with me, just in case I need it.” Running a hand through your hair, you sigh. “But, uhm, if you need or want to buy something, you can, I mean... It's fifty-seven thousand dollars.” Reaching out inside that bag, you take one of the many piles. “Every pile has one thousand... So if I fall and break a bone you can use it to pay the hospital.

“Break a bone? Should I worry about that?”

“Just trying to light up the mood.” Giggling, you glance at him. “I won't jump from the window or anything. And those are my things.” You gesture, at the pieces of luggage. “Amelia got me new clothes. Normal clothes, not the expensive ones my mother makes me buy.”

“Amelia has everything figured out.”

“She does... I'll let you do your stuff.” Nodding to yourself, you walk away. You can't help but feel a little weird with all this, and the sensation of being nothing but a bother to Billy is starting to kick in.

You patiently wait for him, watching the news again. And the content of the tape was finally made known. And it's not good. Everyone was expecting a normal rescue. They'd say how much they want, get paid, and let the kids go. But apparently, that's not how it'll be.

“(Y/N).” The mention of your name startles you, your heart skipping a beat, and that's when you notice how focused you were. “Everything alright?”

“No.” You breathe out as Billy turns the TV off. “They have thirteen kids, right? It means they want thirteen parts. They'll let the media know how much, and when they get paid, they'll release one. Whoever they want. It doesn't mean that the Whaylands will get James out if they pay up.”

“These guys know what they're doing.” Billy looks down, thoughtful. “This will create chaos between the families.”

“Yeah... I'm even glad I'm stuck here because I wouldn't want to be anywhere near that mess.” Standing from the couch, you move to the kitchen table. “Can I?”

“Sure.”

Drumming your fingers on the table, you sit down, thinking about everyone they got. Alice, James, Daniel. Melissa, Candace. Michael, Antony, and Ryan. There are more... But you can't remember. Where are they now? Are they hungry? Are they being treated nicely? You doubt it. By the violence those men showed, they're not being nice. It could've been you, who knows where now, maybe starving, terrified... They're not your friends. They're just people you know, but still, you want them all back, alive and well. You want to hug them, to talk to them again, even if it means being part of their superficial conversations. You just want to have the chance to.

“Hey,” Billy calls, and you snap out of your thoughts, noticing you were biting your lip too harshly. “You ok?”

“Yeah.” Muttering, you take a slice of pizza, taking a bite.

“What did you have for lunch?” The question comes in a careful tone. Low and steady. He knows what you're thinking about.

But you can't answer it. It only hits you now that you haven't eaten anything all day, and the pain in your stomach is only surrendering because you're eating now. So you clear your throat, giving Billy a look. “Uhm... I haven't.”

“What?” He puts his slice down, a serious face on. “Couldn't you find anything you like?”

“That's not it I... I was watching the news all day and the police did next to nothing.” Gesturing at the TV, you sigh. “And I just can't understand how those big ass vans just disappeared into the night. It's just... One of the three people who were in the hospital died. Five of those working in the kitchens died in the explosion. They found the bodies today, and I just... I just wasn't hungry...” Maybe you should just say the last part. Billy doesn't need to know how desperate you feel.

“(Y/N), you gotta eat. What would your father say if he knew–”

“Billy, I need you to stop thinking about my father.” Cutting him off, you push some of your hair back, out of your face. He has to stop doing that. You don't want to be a job, you don't want him to see you as someone he has to look after. “What? Do you think I'll give him daily reports on my routine?” Making a pause, you take another bite, now a little annoyed. When you swallow it down, you stare at Billy again. “Day one. I woke up in Billy's bed, wearing one of his shirts. He left a cute note. I spent the whole day watching the news, freaking out a little, crying a little. Them Billy came back and brought me pizza.” You make sure to sound as annoyed as you feel. “Day two...”

“Maybe you should do that.” He says, those blue eyes locked on yours. Why is he staring at you like that, so intensely? Is he doing that thing again, trying to understand you? Because he always succeeds.

“Maybe you're crazy.” Shaking your head, you focus on the pizza again, silently finishing your slice. It might be so weird for him. Billy doesn't bring girls here, and here you are, invading his private life, stealing his bed. “The bed is yours today.”

“Alright.”

“Yeah...” As you take a second slice, you remember the gala. From the moment he picked you up until right before the explosion. It was easy talking to Billy, you didn't have to think before speaking. It was... Good. Effortless. You couldn't stop smiling, and you did wish you could hang out with him more. You felt free from all the rules and regulations, finally able to be someone genuine. Not the fake version you present to people.

But now... It's weird, uncomfortable. You did expect it to change as the days go by, but it didn't.

You started to count, obviously. Day three, day four... And it only got worse, if that's even possible. He always brings something to dinner, and you eat silently on the kitchen table, only to sit on the couch for a while, as far from the other as possible, and watch TV in silence. It's like two strangers sharing a roof, and you slowly give up the idea of this being something good. It isn't. Billy doesn't want you here, that's pretty clear. And it got even more obvious after the weekend. You told him he could go out if he wanted to, but he didn't. And it was just the same. Few words were spoken, a cold distance kept. He's like someone else entirely, not the same Billy from the beach.

And on the eighth day, you had enough. So you wait for Billy to go to bed, since it's his turn, and wait an hour before tiptoeing to the phone. Amelia is the only one you can talk to, whose advice you trust. So you call the private line she keeps in her bedroom, nervously biting your lip as you wait for her to pick up.

“Hello. Who's this?”

“Ame. It's me.” You whisper, giving the hall a look before turning around, leaning against the wall. “I'm sorry to call so late but I needed to talk.”

“Of course, honey. You know you can call me whenever you need.” When you were at the house, you used to bug her even late at night when you needed help, or just to rant about something. She was always there. “What's going on?”

“Uhm... Ame, this... This isn't working. Living with Billy is... Complicated.”

“Why?” You hear something in the back, maybe a glass being put down. “I remember you were getting along just fine since the day he saved you from drowning.” She giggles. “I saw you going around with him, laughing and chatting.”

Sighing, you shake your head a little. It was different back then. You don't know how, but you know it was. “Yeah, but he just... It just...” Damn it. Of all people you know, if you had to pick someone to do this, as crazy and insane as it is, you'd pick Billy. In any other house, those mansions, you'd have to act on your best behavior, participate in those formal rites for every meal, be always polite and kind. Here, you thought it would be better. You thought you'd have fun, as you used to on those days, with funny comments and quick remarks. Now... You don't know. “Billy doesn't want me here.” You burst out, keeping your voice low.

“Why do you think that?”

“He's just... Distant. Cold.” Why does it bother you so much? The Billy you met before was the one treating you as his boss. One of the owners of one of the houses he works on. What did you think? That he'd keep the act? “I'm an inconvenience. He's just doing that because my father will pay him in the end and no, I have no idea why it bothers me so much, but I just... I thought it'd at least be nice, but it isn't so...”

“(Y/N), Billy is a guy. I'm sure he's just making sure you don't feel uncomfortable.” She speaks slow, and you start bouncing your leg nervously.

“Amelia, I don't want him to fall in love with me, ok? I just thought we'd become friends or something like that.” The words come out fast, and you're a little pissed. “Billy doesn't want me here.” You repeat.

“Why does it bother you so much?”

“Because I had a nice time with him.” You burst out, throwing your free hand in the air. “He's so different from the idiots I'm surrounded by. I don't have to fake it, I can just say the stupid things that come to my head and I never had anyone I could be myself with. And God, I was so stupid to think this would be fun, or...” Taking a deep breath, your voice fades as you collect your thoughts. Moving from the wall, you start pacing around. “I'll just look for some apartment to rent, Ame. I don't want to be–” The sentence is cut short when you see a figure standing by the end of the table. Your eyes go wide, a hand on your heart as you recognize Billy, arms crossed, his eyes on you. “Ame, I'll have to go. Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Alright, honey. Try talking to Billy before making any decisions.”

“Ok. Good night.” You mumble before hanging up. Swallowing hard, you step back, leaning against the countertop. “Did you... Hear anything?” That's a stupid question, of course he did. He wouldn't be looking so pissed if he didn't. But it doesn't matter. This gotta be over soon, so you both will feel better.

“From the very beginning.” He says, tilting his head at the phone. “Heard you talking to someone and decided to check.”

“Ok.” Nodding to yourself, you look down at your feet. “I was thinking and I believe it will better if I look for some place I can rent around here. But don't worry, I won't tell my father so you'll still be paid.” As you speak, you make your way back to the couch, but Billy grabs your arm, forcing you to stop.

“So you think I don't want you here,” Billy mutters, his face lit up by the bluish light coming from the TV. He's gorgeous, so gorgeous that it's hard to say something to his face.

“That's crystal clear, Billy.” Giving your arm a pull, he let it go. “You said it yourself, you don't bring girls to your place and you were forced into having me here and I totally get that you don't like it.” Turning your back at him, you sit on the couch, eyes on the TV, but not paying any attention.

“You got it wrong.”

“I don't think so.”

“I just...” He makes a pause, so long it makes you look up at him. “I'm trying to give you some space.”

“Well, you gave me so much space it actually feels like I'm living alone.” Angrily, you move to lie down, fixing the blanket on your legs. “It'll better if I just move out.”

“Listen, I know you don't like this place.” Billy turns the TV off, and if it wasn't for the dim light coming from the street, you'd be in complete darkness. “It's tiny, your bedroom is bigger than this apartment.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“Remember when the railing of your balcony was broken by a storm? I fixed it.”

You remember it. There was a huge summer storm, and a branch was ripped from a nearby tree, knocking down half of your railing. When you came back home on the next day, it was fixed. But you'd never guess it was Billy. “Thanks.”

“You don't have to thank me for doing my job.”

“Goddamn it, Billy.” Kicking the blankets away, you stand up. “Stop treating me like some rich chick! Stop putting words in my mouth and stop saying I can't thank you for doing something!” You're yelling, despite the late hour. The neighbors won't like it. “You never asked me what I think about your place so you can't possibly know if I like it or not. And yes, thank you for fixing my railing, thank you for keeping my pool clean, for cleaning the leaves, for... Hell, for sheltering me! But it's getting tiring. I thought you'd treat me like a normal girl like you did on the beach, but I get it now that it was just an act so I'll just leave.” That said, you're already in motion, not sure why. But you're unlocking the door and storming out, furious, easily finding the stairs and rushing down.

“(Y/N)!” Ignoring Billy, you don't stop, wiping some tears that escaped when you push the building doors open, the fresh night air making your breath in deeply.

You're overwhelmed. There's nothing new about the kidnappings. The criminals asked two million dollars for the first kid, but that was it. The police can't seem to get any closer to finding them, and the same goes to the many private investigators on the case. And the only good thing that came out of this shit, being with the only person on Earth with who you felt like you could be yourself, backfired. You feel stupid, deceived. Walking down the sidewalk, you roll your eyes when you hear the building doors banging, quickening your pace.

“(Y/N).”

“You wanted to give me space. Then give me some freaking space.” Your voice is cracking, which only makes you feel more like an idiot.

“Alright. I'm sorry, ok?” He raises his voice, and soon enough he's grabbing your arm. But you push him away until he let it go. “I shouldn't assume you would turn out to be like the other girls. You're not like any of the rich kids I met.”

“You don't have to do it now. You made everything very clear.”

“Would you listen?” Billy furrows his eyebrows, stepping back, a hand on his head. “I have this habit of expecting the worse, it always kept me from being caught with the guard down. But I'll admit I was wrong about you.” Avoiding his gaze, you pace around, not sure if you want to believe it. “I had a nice time with you too. That was the worst party I've ever been to, but it was good to know there's someone from their world who isn't completely rotten on the inside.”

You don't know why but the insult makes you giggle. But it's only because he's right. The fact that they're being held hostage doesn't change how some of those people are mean and rude. Their situation doesn't change who they are. And, being born into what Billy called ‘their world’, made you see the worst side of everyone. Money corrupts weak minds, you've seen it. The more they have, the more they want.

“Fine then...” Finally turning to face him, you sigh. “What now?”

Billy reaches out his hand, and you look at it, not moving yet. “First, let's get inside. You're in pajamas in the middle of the sidewalk.”

That makes you laugh, looking down and taking in the leggings and the baggy shirt you're wearing which leaves one of your shoulders exposed. “My mother would literally squeal if she saw me now.”

“She doesn't have to know.” That makes you smile even more, and you feel like you just got a glimpse of the Billy you were with at the beach. So you take his hand, breathing in, and letting him guide you back inside.

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