#how sara didn't drop everything and made out with him right then and there is beyond me

[best-enemies]

Got to season 7 on my CSI rewatch and I need to talk about the final scene in s07e11, where Grissom is saying goodbye to Sara before leaving to go on his sabbatical. I mean, look at him. Look at what he does with his hands. *Agressively* Look at himmmmm. He's just a little puppy in love. And he does this right before whispering, "I'll miss you". I'm afraid I'm not gonna make it y'all

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blue side of the sky (lmh) | 16.5 [cloudy days] uncle adrian

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—16.5 [CLOUDY DAYS] uncle adrian's thoughts

—WORD COUNT: 1.1k

—ON ROTATION: gravity - sara bareilles

Uncle Adrian remembers when you first took your training wheels off of your bike, watching you effortlessly drive it down the hill without falling off.

Uncle Adrian remembers when you lost your favorite bunny toy.

Uncle Adrian remembers when you first got your high school acceptance letter, your college acceptance letter.

Uncle Adrian remembers when you fell in love, when you experienced your first heartbreak.

He remembers almost every little detail, every little memory. Except two:

Your mom's passing, and the night of the accident.

And it's because he doesn't want to. 

He purposely tries to keep those memories blurred even though they're the two core memories he remembers the most.

Losing his sister was painful and he feels that until this day. The pain feels fresh, like it just happened yesterday, like he's living in a never-ending loop. But god, when he received that call on the night of the accident, he couldn't even tell you what he felt. There are no words to describe the fear, the anxiety, the pain, that surged through his veins all at once. You had become a daughter to him, his own— he couldn't even imagine what he would do if he had lost you completely.

He remembers when he got the call, when he raced to the hospital and dropped everything to be there as quickly as possible. He hates remembering the anxiety, he hates remembering the what if's running through his head— especially the 'what if I was too late.' He remembers running into the hospital, frantically looking for you or any sign of you, any indication that would at least reassure him that you are alive and okay.

When he entered the room that night, he felt like he was sinking to the very bottom of the ocean. No matter what he did, he felt like he couldn't get to the surface. He felt like he was running out of time, running out of air, even though he couldn't get himself up and out of the void. He cried and he cried because giving up wasn't an option, even he wasn't sure what he could, what avenues he could take. 

Especially towards the end. 

Your friends were constantly visiting, and he enjoyed having their company. It made him feel a little less lonely; even though the hallways were constantly busy with staff running around, echoes of the machines in the background, the TV humming in the far corner. Even watching life go by outside the window made Uncle Adrian feel a little less lonely. He did appreciate the effort your friends put in, especially Jisung. He was constantly swapping out your flowers with new ones, always saying a prayer by your bedside. Monitoring you at all times, switching with him so he could get proper rest at home. And of course, he'd wonder about Minho. Eventually he found out the reason behind the fight that left you in this predicament. He couldn't say he wasn't disappointed because he was— as with anyone, he wished things could've gone differently. But, he didn't understand why Minho distanced himself throughout all of this.

Maybe he felt like he was to blame?

Maybe he felt too ashamed about how things turned out?

Uncle Adrian wishes he knew because he would reassure Minho that none of this was his fault. If you had woken up and remembered everything, the first person you'd ask for would be Minho. The first person you wanted to make things right with would be Minho. Maybe then, he wouldn't have let things slip through his fingers the way it did. Maybe he wouldn't have distanced himself so much as a way to 'fix' things. 

He remembers when the doctor gave him that talk, subtly hinting at the fact that he needed to reconsider his options, beating around the bush about your current status. He paced around the room for so long, it felt like the days would've brushed on by until he finally decided that he didn't want you to suffer anymore. Didn't want you to be in pain. He loved you so dearly that he was always going to put you first before anyone else.

He remembers the broken sobs from your friends when the news finally broke out. He finally saw Minho in the hallway, loudly crying while he crouched to the floor; head dug deep in his hands. He remembers Jisung never leaving your side, begging for you to wake up and come back. That you couldn't leave him behind, you couldn't leave him and Minho behind.

Then, he remembers when you woke up— and that's something he'll remember clearly. The fear in your eyes was so evident, he wasn't sure how to respond. You didn't remember any of your friends, you didn't remember your mom passing. So many pieces of the puzzle were missing for you and you closed yourself off in response to the fear, the confusion. 

It took a long time to gain your trust again, even though you didn't intentionally mean to shut Uncle Adrian out.

You felt like you were living life for the very first time, everything felt so brand new and very incredibly scary. This felt scary, even for him.

He remembers how much he stressed over making sure you were okay. He remembers watching your every move like a hawk. He remembers taking note of any slight change in your body language, appetite, tone; anything. It was a hard duty to fulfill, but he did it all while keeping up with the demands of his company.

But even through the rough days, he remembers the good, too. Like when your tone and body language became happier, healthier. Like when you laughed more, smiled more. Like when you brought yourself around your friends more. Like when you took that first leap getting back into the things you loved.

Like the sun peeking out from underneath the clouds, in between periods of rain.

Now, he sees you crying because it's like you're living your first heartbreak all over again. He sees you crying because life seems to be unfriendly to you in certain ways. He sees you crying and it feels like everything is back to square one. He sees you crying and wishes there was more he can do to take away any other pain from you.

He sees you crying and he remembers why he hates to remember in the first place.

But, he'll take this as yet another rainy day— where the sun is waiting to come out and shine again. Because although it's something he hates to remember, it serves as a reminder that you are a star shining in the darkness;

The sun shining brightly through the clouds.

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[joe9cool]

Collide-Justin Herbert-32

A/N This is fanfiction, I do not know or associate with anyone on the Chargers. You do not have permission to steal my work

Sara couldn't say anything. This went from 0-100 faster than a Tesla accelerating. Her gaze was on the ring, not wanting to look at Harry's face.

If this was 2020 she would have said yes before he even could have finished his proposal. But in the almost three years since a lot of shit went down. After their breakup, she dreamed of this moment, she would have wanted nothing more than to stomp on his heart. To get revenge,

Before she could respond, Erika came around the corner. "Look who passed his vet check." Harry jumped up, wide eyed while Sara stood up from the couch. Both of them hoped Erika didn't see anything. It looked like she didn't "What's up? What's going on?" She was carrying Eugene in his carrier. Looking confused from Sara to Harry, who jumped up quickly when she announced her arrival.

He wiped his hands on his pants. "Nothing! Just having lunch. A matter of fact Kit called, I have to be in the studio soon."

Erika smiled. "You're working on another album?" Harry was confused before he opened his mouth, she cut him off. "Of course you are! You're dedicated! Congrats on the Grammys by the way." He nodded in thanks and turned towards Sara. "We need to do this again, and maybe actually plan the event." He joked. Sara could only nod, still white as a ghost, still in shock from what happened and confusion on how he could be normal after that. He hugged her and whispered in her ear. "Please think about it." And pulled away. He hugged Erika, and with one final wave he left.

Erika waited until the door closed. Taking Eugene out of the cat enclosure he held on to him. "Okay what the hell just happened. You're white and he is just…. well not himself."

Sara ran her hands through her hair. "Erika, I don't even know how to explain what just went down." She shook her head. "Everything was normal and fine, and then…. He asked about my relationship and then he got down on one knee."

Erika's already big eyes widened. Almost cartoon-like. "What the fuck? Like he had a ring?" Sara nodded and looked down. The open box was on the floor, the ring sparkling. He must have dropped it when he was Startled. She picked it up and showed Erika, who grabbed it. "Holy shit! That's a rock! He must be serious."

"The size of the diamond doesn't matter, Erika. I don't give a fuck about a carat size. Sara stood up pacing. "Are you going to say yes?" Sara stopped and looked at her friend like she was the stupidest person alive. "What? No! We are not even together! We just hung out a couple of times and he comes out of left field? Not even 'give me another chance?' Just goes right into a marriage proposal?"

"What If he wanted to get back together? Would you say yes?" Sara couldn't answer that one. Yes Harry did hurt her, yes she hated his guts for a while, but now things were different. She wanted him back into her life. Just friends, but who knows if he was serious about changing. "I don't know." She admitted. "I'm still hung up about Justin."

Erika rolled her eyes and it made Sara think about something Harry said earlier. "Hey Erika?"

"Yes?" She was in the kitchen, still holding Eugene looking for a treat for the cat. Her back was to the Brunette

"Have you been talking to Harry behind my back?" Sara watched as Erika paused.  "What are you talking about?" She still hadn't faced her.

All of the sudden Sara's phone buzzed again. It had been buzzing the entire time Harry was talking to her before launching his proposal. She hadn't thought about it, she was too occupied, plus it was probably Heidi or Alex, or her agent.

Wanting to get rid of the annoyance before confronting Erika she went into the bedroom and saw it was Brittany.

Weird, since they haven't spoken since their fight in January. Sara felt bad, because of what her mom said.

She picked up the phone, and she wished she didn't. "Hello?"

"Sara you need to come home." Katie sounded like she had been crying. There was screaming all around. "Wait what happened?"

"Dad had a heart attack at work. His secretary found him unresponsive and they rushed him to the hospital right She paused and she let out sobs…."It doesn't look good. " —---------------------------------------------------------------

Justin was on the road.

He was going faster than usual. He had spent the night trying to figure out what to say to her. He had written a speech, but it sounded awkward and unnatural. He fell asleep around 1am and woke up at 7am. Later than he would have liked, but it was 1pm. He was almost out of Oregon. He should have taken the plane, but he wasn't in his right mind.

He was cringing, replaying the fight they had. Her cries pierced through his heart, knowing he was the cause. Justin hoped it wasn't too late, he'd do anything to make it right.

Something else was going on in his head. The fight that he had with Bosa in Vegas. When Joey said he was a two timer.

This was going to be awkward, but he had to know. Dialing Bosas number in his car he was shocked when he picked up. "What do you want?"

Justin just went straight to the point. "What did you mean when you called me a two timer? Is that supposed to imply I was cheating?"

Joey was silent and Justin thought he had hung up on him. "Hello?"

"Fuck, I'm not supposed to even tell you this. Annie told me that while she was going to confront you for standing her up at the fashion show. She ran into Taylor, who told her that you guys were still together behind her back. Apparently she had photos and tweets that you guys were spotted all around town."

Justin was seeing red. "What proof? She cornered me at the grocery store in October. I broke up with her and I haven't seen her since!" He made a mental note to cuss the blonde out. "Joey, I swear to God I never saw Taylor behind her back."

"She claims you visited her apartment after your injury. You two had sex, she tried to shove you off but you were persistent."

Justin couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had to pull over. "Joey, I did go over there. She kissed me and I ran out, I swear to God! I never did anything!"

There was another pause. "Nothing happened?" Justin shook his head. "I swear, I love Sara and I may be a lot of things but I'm not a cheater. I'm on my way home to see her. I'm sorry I flew off the handle at you."

Joey sighed. "Look man I get it, I shouldn't have said the things I did, but dude. You got to prove that what Taylor said wasn't true. You got that on top of what an ass you were, and ditching her fashion show."

Justin was exasperated. "I didn't! When I went to click on the ticket it said it was revoked and I couldn't get it!"

"Annie said you accepted it and then didn't show up."

He got back on the road, driving faster than usual. He needed to get back to Sara's. "Who said that?"

"I think it was Sara's assistant, she handles all of that shit."

At the mention of her it was like Voldemort. Justin's hands gripped the wheel even harder. "Anything else?" He spoke through gritted teeth.

"According to AnnSophie, Taylor said some really nasty things to Sara. Saying she was stupid for thinking you'd want something serious with her. Was basically implying in a rude way that she wasn't your type based on appearance. Also said she should go after Pickett since he plays for the Steelers."

Justin was trying to wrap his head around everything. "Oh my god. Joey I swear nothing happened with Taylor. Is AnnSophie with you?"

"No."

"If you see her please explain everything, that nothing she said was true?"

"What about the photos.?" Justin was still confused on that one. "I'll see if Ashley can pull them up. But I need to get back to Los Angeles as soon as possible. I still have like 6 hours left." Part of him wanted to do something irrational and access a private jet. Though he didn't know how to get access to one despite money and status.

When he and Joey hung up. He called Ashley. "What's up?"

"I need you to scope social media and find any pictures of me with Taylor or a blonde or anyone fitting that description."

"I can try, but I don't think there's anything."

"Try as hard as you can." He merged on another freeway that was a long haul but it entered California.

Justin wasn't a mushy guy, being told by past girls that he needed to be more romantic and thoughtful. He did some stuff in high school with his then girlfriend but everything else was flings and girls he didn't care about

Sara… well this was a territory that he never crossed into. His dad spoke to him about fear about falling and he thought about the times he was a total ass to Sara and the fear he felt. He had never fallen so hard and fast. As Justin hit the California traffic he wished he took the flight.  He ran through all of the possibilities of what he should even say to her. This wasn't a simple "I'm sorry.". Patrick had been right in saying this was buying a private jet fuck up.

Sara wasn't a materialistic person. Yeah she enjoyed nice things and bought them sometimes. But when it came to love she wanted the feeling of knowing when someone loved her through acts. Justin felt the tears come down his face as he thought of all of the times he made her feel like she wasn't loved. The conversation they had at his home in Oregon when she spoke of them being on unstable ground replayed in his head. All of the times he made her feel that way. Yes at that moment he was sorry. He tried to be a good person, and he didn't want to hurt anyone purposely. He broke a lot of hearts in college and beyond when he would tell girls he didn't want anything serious.

But sitting here now and truly realizing her pain and he was the cause of it. It was one of the most painful feelings he felt. Fuck this was being in love felt like right? Like truly in love where your heart was beating fast at the thought of that person.

He managed to take some resting breaks, and by the time he got to Sara's house it was 7pm. Justin didn't even stop at his place, he didn't want to waste any time.

His car went right through the gate, he entered his personal code and was grateful she didn't have it removed from the guest list. He drove up to her house and got out. He was nervous, not exactly knowing what to say after not speaking for almost three months.

Justin didn't see her car in the driveway, but it probably was in the garage. He saw Erika's though, and the thought of her being there to witness him groveling had a sour taste in his mouth. He would have to find some way to get Sara alone and explain the fashion show ticket knowledge. If she handled everything she must have told Sara he accepted it and then revoked it. Bitch.

He went up to the door, and after a quick pep talk he knocked on her door. Justin was holding his breath as he heard shuffling. The door opened, and he was faced with Erika. The redhead had a sour look on her face. "Can I help you?"

"Hi Erika." He scratched the back of his head with his good hand. Before he could open his mouth Erika cut in. "Hope your recovery is going well."

So she was keeping up with him. Weird considering she told Sara she wasn't into football and never paid attention. "Is Sara here? I need to talk to her."

She crossed her arms. "No she isn't. Aren't you supposed to be with a reporter right now?"

He narrowed his eyebrows. "I know what Taylor said, and it's a lie."

"You are so full of shit." She went to close the door. "Just like you were with the tickets to the fashion show. You were in charge of those weren't you?"

Erika paused. He got her.

"I don't know what you're talking about. She didn't want you there I was only following her orders"

She had no idea that AnnSophie was connected to Bosa. "That wasn't what I heard."

"You can believe whatever you want. But you need to know this. Sara is with Harry, and they agreed to get back together after the fashion show.

Justin felt a pang in his chest. "I don't believe that."

"There's photos of them together." He knew that. That shit tormented him when he saw them. "That doesn't mean anything though."

Erika smiled and did the Wait motion before she disappeared. She came back holding a small box. "Harry asked me to pick this up for him. Sara doesn't know, but he is going to give this to her." She opened the box, and Justin was blindsided by the sparkle of the huge diamond ring. It took him a second to recognize what it meant, but when he did he wanted to be sick. Erika shook her head. "Justin, you're too late. Sara moved on, shes happy, our group is happy, and Harry fits in better than you ever could. I suggest you move on as well. Go back to Taylor, she.will probably give you another chance

This time she slammed the door in his face. —-------------------------------------------------------------

The last time Sara was on her way to see her family there was excitement, even though it didn't end on a good note she was glad to have seen her nieces and nephew's.

This time around was totally different. Britt was a mess explaining the whole family was a mess. Alyssa was on her way with the kids. Once she hung up she filled Erika in while she was throwing clothes in a suitcase, her friend making plans for a private jet to Pittsburgh. "The plane is set at LAX. Come on, I'll drop you off. Also the car will be there to take your house." Sara nodded, still on autopilot.

Erika drove recklessly through LA traffic, and before she knew it she was LAX. She hugged her friend. "Tell everyone I said hi. I'll look after Eugene. Call me when you land. I'm praying for you." Sara nodded, tears down her face as the reality of the situation set in. Her dad, who she hasn't spoken to, and left on a bad note, was in the hospital fighting for his life. What if he was dead? What if he died while she was in the air? She couldn't wrap her head around anything. The whole flight she was nervous, pacing back and forth. She realized she forgot one of her rings to play with.

She should have just called when her mom told her about her dad during their conversation in Paris. Why did she put that off? Her dad wasn't this young man. He was in his upper 60s, having their last child in their 40s, Sara should have known that her parents couldn't live forever.

Before she knew it, a flight attendant came over to try to calm her down. She was on the verge of a panic attack.

It was 10pm Pittsburgh time when she landed. As Erika said, there was a car waiting to take her to her home. She wanted to stay with her parents. But with her sisters and the kids being there it was probably packed. The Wozniak's family home was huge, but seven kids under the age of seven. No thanks.

She texted Katie who replied that they would be over As soon as possible. Within fifteen minutes, Sara opened the door and collapsed in all of her sisters arms. After a bit and a good cry she pulled away. Sniffling, she asked. "Where's mom?"

Katie answered. "She's spending the night at the hospital. The nurses tried to kick her out but she wouldn't budge, and they figured out quickly not to argue with her." Sara laughed but then got serious. "What happened?"

Alyssa stepped in. "Mom went to visit him, take him lunch. The secretary tried to go into his office to let him know she was there but it was locked. He was working on someone's portfolio. They kept knocking, and they called security who broke down the door. He was slumped over his desk. They had to do a few rounds of CPR on him to get a weak pulse. He's hooked up to all these machines, and he's even on a ventilator. They don't know the damage when or if he wakes up."

"He will wake up." Katia cut in. "This is dad we are talking about. He's going to wake up."

Sara took everything in. She wiped her eyes and tried to make a joke. "Maybe we should talk to him about the stock market. He will wake up for that."

"Mom was already ahead of you, she was playing Live footage of wall street on her phone." The girls shared a small laugh over that. "You guys are welcome to spend the night. I'm surprised you came over this late."

They shook their heads. "We'd love to, but the kids. Theo was already freaking out about being away from Brent and he was inconsolable when I left. We just wanted to update you in person." Sara nodded. "I'll meet you guys at the hospital tomorrow."

"Visiting hours start at 9am. He's at the University of Pittsburgh." They were known for their heart issues. It would be about a thirty five minute drive. They hugged before Sara saw them leave. She set her security alarms as well as made sure her doors were locked.

She hated being alone, she should have packed up Erika and Eugene and had them come with. Maybe she should have stayed in the family home. As Sara got into her bed, she finally let exhaustion from the busy day take over.

Please God, let him be okay. She thought as sleep over took her.

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Justin was in a funk.

After his confrontation with Erika, he went home. Sitting on the couch, he wished he had some Alcohol. Going through his empty fridge and somewhat empty cabinets, he found the blueberry wine that Sara loved. Figuring it would do, he broke it open and poured himself a glass. Before he drank it he remembered he was on pain medication and that it wasn't a good idea. "Fuck." He muttered As he poured it out.

He thought about the redheads words. "Harry and Sara got back together after the fashion show

He shook his head. So his attempt was worthless. She was happy and moved on. Serves him right, he guessed. But when he thought about it. Erika said that everyone in their circle knew, so AnnSophie must have known, and since she and Joey were… well whatever they were doing… wouldn't he know as well?

So Bosa fucked him over as revenge for their fight.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He understood that while he hadn't been the greatest friend, it was still a lousy thing to set him up for the humiliation. In fact, Erika was probably on the phone with AnnSophie right after he left to laugh at how stupid he looked on their doorstep.

He grabbed his keys and ran to his car. Determined to go after his teammate again.

He drove fast to Bosa's house, and he thanked his lucky stars that he hadn't managed to get a speeding ticket. Approaching Bosa's door. He knocked hard, and after ten seconds he went even harder, his anger not registering the force of his knuckles against the wooden door.

The door opened and there was Bosa, shirtless and his long hair wet from the shower most likely. "Hey Justin."

"You fucking prick." With his good hand, he shoved Bosa hard to make him stumble. Confused Joey's eyes narrowed. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"Joseph who is it?" They looked to see AnnSophie Bouncing down the stairs in one of Joey's St. Thomas's shirts, hair wet as well. She looked at Joey's confused face and Justin's angry one. "Hey what's going on?"

Justin walked past Joey and went over to the blonde, towering over her. "You think you're funny setting me up like this huh? You-"

Joey was next to him in a flash. "You say one more word and I'll make sure you need surgery on your good arm I don't give a fuck if you're my quarterback." Joey was glaring at him hard

AnnSophie put her hand on his chest. Knowing her friend was a hot head. "Joey back off." He looked over at her and took a few steps back but still kept his eye on Justin. Her attention turned back to him. "What on earth are you talking about?"

He shook his head. "Sara and Harry are back together and you didn't think to tell me that important information before I showed up at her doorstep?"

AnnSophie shook her head. "Justin, you saw the photos of them at lunch. It was just friendly. Sara swore she would never take him back."

"Really? Then why did Harry pick up an engagement ring for her?"

Joey's eyes widened. "Wait what?" He looked at AnnSophie. "Did you know this?"

AnnSophie shook her head. "No, but she would have told me this? Did she tell you herself?"

Justin shook his head. "No, but Erika did. He had her pick up the ring. She showed me everything."

At the mention of her name, AnnSophie sucked in a deep breath. "She told you that?" It was her turn to get mad. She held up her finger. "One moment please." She went back upstairs.

Justin, feeling awkward, sat down on the sofa, Joey followed suit and sat on the other side. After a few moments of silence Justin spoke. "Hey man I'm sorry I keep assaulting you."

Joey huffed. "I think I'm just shocked. I didn't know you had it in you." Justin smiled at that. "I guess I'm rubbing off on you." He looked up to find his older teammate smiling. "Yeah I guess."

"You really love her don't you?" Justin nodded. "I do, I can't live without her. I hate myself for even trying to get a second chance. But I can't let her go without a fight." Joey nodded. "You just have to show her you're worthy." Justin smiled sadly. "I'm afraid I'm a little too late for that."

"I knew it! The lying bitch!" They both got up to see AnnSophie running down the stairs, holding her phone in her hand. "I just got off the phone with Erika. I just asked her if she and Harry were back together, and she said no. However, Sara told her that Harry was over and told her he loved her and asked her to marry him. Sara was too stunned to say anything, but she told Erika she thought about getting back together with him."

Justin let out a sigh of relief he didn't know he was holding. "Why would Erika tell me that?"

"She probably hates your guts and thinks you don't have anyone on your side." Justin looked at AnnSophie. "Are you on my side?"

She sighed. "I wasn't, I thought you were the biggest scum of the earth. Joseph told me about your conversation while you were on your way back here."

Justin had some hope. "And?"

"I don't know what to think. I understand that you felt your privacy was violated, but hers was too. And yet you still thought she wasn't innocent in this. If you had just given her a chance to explain yourself you wouldn't be in this damn mess."

He nodded. "I know."

"Another thing, you want her back, but that comes with fame. You got to accept all of her and what comes with this. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Whether you like it or not there are times you're going to be front page. People will disrespect your relationship, have an opinion on what you should and shouldn't do. People will tell lies for a chicken wing to these blogs. Do you understand?"

Justin didn't even hesitate. "I should have just let it play out." He admitted. "Do you know where she is?"

AnnSophie sighed once again. "That's another thing. She's on her way to Pittsburgh, her dad had a bad heart attack, and she's there with family. She will probably be gone a while before Filming starts in late May."

He didn't want to wait. He needed to go see her. " I have to go see her." He got up. But Joey stopped him. "Dude i dont think that's a good idea. ."

"I'll get you on a private jet in the afternoon tomorrow." The guys looked at the blonde and she smiled. "You're lucky you know an international supermodel Herb. I'll get you on a plane as soon as one becomes available."

"Thank you." Justin breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to waste any time. She needed to hear him out, she needed to know how sorry he was. It couldn't wait til May.

They all sat there for a little while, before Justin took in the couple's appearance. "Was I interrupting something?" He smirked

Joey rolled his eyes. "I liked you better when you were quiet." He laughed and AnnSophie giggled. "No, we went for a run, then we showered in different bathrooms. Justin looked at Joey while her back was turned and he nodded sadly to confirm her story. "We're just friends" She stated. That looked like a punch to Bosa's gut.

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Sara hated hospitals.

There were more bad experiences than good for her family. Her dad's parents died in the hospital.  She was hospitalized for her suicidal thoughts, which resulted in being forced to go to a therapist approved by said hospital, and force of taking pills. Then she was hospitalized for passing out in college. Simple dehydration and low blood sugar. When she was a teen, she fell down the long staircase and broke her wrist, along with a nice concussion.

But there were good moments, each one of her nieces and nephew's were born in the hospital. She remembered flying out to Chicago where Brent played at the time to see baby Theo, then in St. Louis last summer to see Kenzie and so on and so on.

But being in the Intensive Care Unit, it was a whole different monster. There were only three visitors allowed. So they each took turns. Cathy didn't leave her husband's side, so it was Katie and Brittney, then Alyssa and Sara. The husband's (except Brent) were back at the home with the kids.

Sara met her sisters for breakfast before heading up to the hospital. They needed food and no one liked hospital food. As they all spoke Sara noticed that Brittney was being quiet, only speaking if Katie or Alyssa spoke directly to her. She knew they didn't end on a good note, but Jeez, this was bigger than any fight they have had. Growing up Sara and her sisters had gotten into many fights, sometimes being physical, but they always worked out because well, they are sisters.

It wasn't until they departed to their cars that Brittney pulled Sara aside in the parking lot "Can we talk?" They looked over to see the other girls' cars turn out of the parking lot on the busy street. "Sure."

They walked by Sara's car, and just like her, Brittney played with her wedding rings as her hands rested on her pregnant bump. "Mom told me what you talked about while you were in France." Sara groaned. "Damn it mom"

"I'm glad she told me. Because I just wanted to apologize. In fact I should have when you came from the hospital after you alm-" Brittney sniffled. "All of us have taken you for granted, and I just.. mom was right, you are braver than all of us. The article, what you went through so publicly with Harry and now this."

Sara nodded. "Thank you."

"You don't have to answer this, but mom told us a little bit of what's going on… Justin thought you purposely put out the rumor?" Sara nodded. "Yep."

"He's an ass. I understood why you didn't say anything, but I think we all knew the way Alyssa said you spoke about him at Thanksgiving. You were crazy about him." She nodded. "I still love him, I know how much pain he caused.. but I think of all of the good times you know?" Brittney nodded. After a few more minutes of chatting, they got in their cars and made the half an hour drive to Pittsburgh's best hospital. Sara had on a baseball cap, sunglasses and her mask. While Gibsonia was a small town where everyone respected privacy, Pittsburgh was a whole different realm. She was well known and someone would question seeing her outside of the hospital.

When they entered through the main entrance, Katie walked up to them. "Uncle George and Aunt Willa are here." Of fucking course. They had to come, Sara should have expected it, but still. Why couldn't it be anyone on her moms side? Of course, they were in Philadelphia, no sense in coming over, they didn't have the money as the Wozniak's did. They were also stubborn and refused handouts.

They went to the hospital waiting area where Willa and George were. George was in a suit, and his wife looked ridiculous in a black business dress donned with expensive pearls. "Hello Sara, surprised you made since you don't seem to care about this family."

She wanted to start an argument, but Sara wasn't going to allow it. "Hi Aunt Willa, Uncle George. Thank you so much for coming. Family is really needed at this time." George nodded while Willa scowled, not expecting the cordial response. Since Cathy was up in Mike's hospital room George and Willa went first, the girls hoping that there was no drama In the room since Cathy and Willa didn't get along, especially after Thanksgiving.

Sara was on her phone while passing the time. She should have packed a hospital bag, as she found herself looking for a snack. Deciding to scope out the vending machines, she asked her sisters if they wanted anything. She had never been so grateful that they started accepting debit cards.

She didn't realize while she was vending the snacks, her mask had been pulled down, and that there were two people staring at her. "Excuse me?" Sara looked over and saw two girls who were about her age smiling. "I'm so sorry, but we just noticed you and we are such big fans. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!" Sara smiled, she really didn't want to reject them, but they asked for a photo. "If I let you take a photo will you not say that I'm in the hospital? I'm visiting a family member and I want to keep their privacy."

They nodded enthusiastically, and she hoped that they were staying true to their word. They took the selfie, and once they walked away she put her mask back up. Heading towards her sisters, she handed out the snacks, and Alyssa said that it was their turn to go up. She took a deep breath and they went on the elevator, this was the first time that she would be seeing her father this way.

Nothing could prepare her for this as she walked into the room. She broke down as she saw her dad lying in the bed, tubes and wires hooked up to him. He looked pale, as if he was already deceased. Sara couldn't register what was happening before her mother wrapped her arms around her. "I should have just called." She sobbed into the older woman's arms. "Oh honey it's not your fault."

"What If dad doesn't wake up? What if he-?"

"Sara Christine, we are not thinking that way. Only positive thoughts." Sara was sure her mom was trying to convince herself more than anyone. Truth be told Mike wasn't living the healthiest of lifestyles. He loved Cigars, worked himself to death, and was constantly under stress. She knew her family didn't want to admit it, but they were all surprised that this didn't happen sooner. She could remember the countless arguments growing up. At one point her mom threatened to leave, but it never happened. When Sara was in high school she asked her mom why she never followed through. All she could say was

"You will understand when you're in love."

And that's what happened with Justin, she did more for him than he ever did for her. Sara broke from her thoughts, now was not the time to think about him. She was sure he never thought about her —-----------------------‐—-------------------------------

"Mom, you need to go home, get some rest. You've been here since dad arrived." Cathy shook her head, she came down to the lobby to get some food. Her daughters wouldn't allow her to go back up. "I need to be here. What if something happens?"

"Then keep your phone up, and if they call we will be up here first thing." Katie reasoned. Sara chimed in. "Mom, you need a bed. If you want, you can stay by me. I'm closer." It was only by a few miles but it gave her mother and them a piece of mind.

They went back and forth for ten minutes before Cathy agreed to stay with Sara for the night. Brittney was going to pack an overnight bag for her. It was around 9pm when they left the hospital. It was pouring rain and visibility was shit. So Sara was driving slow with Cathy. After some silence Cathy broke it. "Thank you for offering your place. I didn't want to go home with all of the kids."

Sara smiled. "I figured. I love those rascals, but wow seven kids is a hassle. Thanksgiving was a nightmare."

Cathy sighed. "I'm sorry for leaving you out of things. For thinking that because you're single you're a babysitter."

Sara reached over and grabbed her moms hand. Squeezing it, she said. "Let's not dwell on the past. Let's just focus on dad."

Cathy nodded. The pulled up outside the family home where Brittney ran outside. Handing over the bag. "The kids know you're here." Sara looked and saw the little faces peeking through her old bedroom window. "Charlie wants to come with you. He's begging Katie."

As much as she wanted to see them. "Let's have mom have her peace. I'll see them tomorrow. I'll stop by." Brittney nodded before running back, already soaked from the downpour.

Sara turned on the radio on the way back to her home. "Sara, be careful, you need to focus in this weather."

She rolled her eyes. "Mom I've been driving for ten years. I drove through the blizzard, remember?"

"I could still kill you for that. I don't understand why you felt like you needed to go into the city for that concert."

"First of all it was Panic at the Disco, second the weather wasn't like that when I left. Third, there were no hotels at that time of day. Sara turned the radio to an old station and it was at the end of "It's now or ever by Elvis Presley. Coincidentally it was her dad's favorite artist. "Remember for his 60th we went to Graceland?" Cathy smiled.

Sara turned down her street, seeing  the familiar cul de sac that her house was on in the distance. It looked like there was a figure in her driveway but she couldn't see.

It's now or never Come hold me tight Kiss me my darling Be mine tonight Tomorrow will be too late It's now or never My love won't wait.

Sara looked over to see her mom crying. "Oh mom. It will be alright, dad will be okay." She reached in her middle console for a tissue, taking her eyes off the side street as she was preparing to turn into her driveway

It's now or never My love won't wait

"SARA WATCH OUT!" Cathy screamed as Sara slammed on her brakes. Right infront of the lights of the car was a male figure, the same one she saw in the distance. She squinted trying to see him and she gasped, her mouth opened and frozen in shock

Standing in front of her headlights was the last person she thought she would see.

Tall, thin, and soaked

It was Justin.

MY LOVE WON'T WAIT

A/N: Reunited at last btw. The last scene was inspired by this scene https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WH5AOrKAHhE  Just a beautiful scene with the music. Enjoy everyone! and thank you for reading!

[joeey-dee]

Okay, so unpopular opinion but Oliver didn't really have a right to be angry at Moira after he found out Thea was Malcolm's daughter, or maybe he did but he had no right to judge her without even giving her a chance to explain.

One he knows better than anyone that people make mistakes. He has cheated on his past girlfriend several times, having a full blown affair with her sister, so getting mad at his mother for having been involved with a friend of his father's is a bit hyporitical. Just saying.

I get that he was hurt and very emotional, Felicity's awful timing in dropping that bomb didn't help and his first reaction being like this makes kind of sense given the entire situation he found himself in, but after the first shock and some of the initial feelings had passed, it would've made more sense for him to confront her and get the entire story, which he would've understood.

And two that knowledge changed nothing for him when it came to his feelings about Thea. So it didn't really matter and since he was also angry at Moira because she made a liar out of him because Thea could never know once again shows that he agrees with Moira's choice to not tell Thea. So they are on the same page and the actual person who turned him into a liar is Felicity. Moira wasn't the one who told him that secret and burdened him with that knowledge, Felicity was. Moira would've taken it to her grave.

Also, honestly, Felicity is more to blame than Moira. And I know a lot of people will disagree with me here but there was no reason why Oliver or Thea needed to know that Thea wasn't Robert's biological daughter. He had loved her as if she were his own. And after knowing who Malcolm was and what he had done it would've been a kindness on Felicity's side to not share that information, especially because she went against Oliver's wishes and behind his back to dig into his family's past. That is not okay.

Plus Thea being Malcolm's daughter had no effect on their lives until the moment Thea learnt about it. Had Felicity stayed out of the Queen family's business, they wouldn't have lost everything, the relationship between Moira and her children wouldn't have been fractured before her death and Thea wouldn't have gone with Malcolm and lost her trust in Oliver and been manipulated to kill Sara.

The fact that Oliver was not angry at Felicity also made little sense to me. Like Moira said, he'd hate Moira but he'd hate Felicity too, he should've at the very least been angry at her for going against him and purposely go to try and dig up dirt on his mother. I would've been. If someone who claimed to be my friend wouldn't listen if I told them to not go hack my family I'd be mad. It's my family and none of their business. But that's just my opinion.

Plus people are entitled to their secrets and Moira had good reasons to keep that one. It was the only way to keep Thea out of Malcolm's grasp. Her action was made out of love and in order to protect her daughter.

Moira made some shady decisions but I get this one, especially since Robert had been aware of it and chosen to love and raise Thea as his own. Not telling Thea was a kindness at that point in time and since both Moira and Robert had known how dangerous Malcolm is for years I think keeping the truth from Thea had been the right choice. Learning the truth messed her up so much which is proof that the choice to keep it from her had been the right one on Moira's part.

This is just something that's been bugging me for a while but I couldn't really articulate why until now, lol.

[aqerman]

Chapter 3 of: 𝗧𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 - 𝗔𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶 𝗜𝘁𝘁𝗼 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

"(Y/N)!! Over here!" Yoimiya shouted as you entered the coffee shop, nodding at your blonde friend as she waved her arm. Such an energetic and talkative person, she is. She hasn't changed at all from high school. You seem to only attract loud, extroverted people.

"It's good to see you, Yoimiya." you spoke, having a seat in front of her. Yoimiya smiled, taking a sip from her latte.

"How's everything been?" she asked. "Anything troubling? Or was your week alright? I had a quite busy week, by the way! So many customers! You wouldn't believe how many orders have been placed! I guess dad and I would have a hell of a busy weekend making fireworks! Not that I'm complaining, making fireworks is so much fun! And the feeling of satisfaction you get once you look at the happy expressions of those who are watching the fireworks you made specifically for them blow up into the sky! I just love it!" this is exactly what you meant by such a talkative person.

"My week was fine, Yoimiya. Thank you for asking." you answered. Yoimiya chuckled.

"Just went off and started rambling again, whoops!" you shook your head.

"It is completely alright, Yoimiya. I enjoy hearing you talk about your day and about what you love." you spoke. Yoimiya gave you a genuine smile.

"That's good to know." Yoimiya took yet another sip, "So... how's Itto?"

"He's doing alright. He stayed at my place last night." Yoimiya frowned.

"Didn't he say he met with that pretty girl with the cute outfit? Kinda expected he'll stay at her place. I mean, they probably 'did the deed'." Yoimiya said, laughing slightly. You sighed.

"He woke me up at four am to tell me that the girl turned out to have a boyfriend. He was waiting for me to pick him up outside her house." you explained, the thought of it made you feel tired. Yoimiya nodded, making an 'o' shape with her mouth.

"Now I'd be lying if I said I was surprised, to be completely honest with you." Yoimiya spoke up, "I mean, that really did seem like an Itto thing to do." You shrugged.

"He told me right before I dropped him off at Ayato's that he'll stop dating girls and having sex, and that he'll focus more on himself." Yoimiya laughed.

"Yeah, just between you and me, I sort of doubt he would last a whole week."

"You sounded so excited on the phone. Did you plan something?" Yoimiya's eyes sparkled as she remembered what she had in mind, her lips curving into a big smile.

"Yeah, right!" she exclaimed, "Thank you for reminding me! I always seem to drift off-topic the more I talk. Looks like it's a habit I'll never be able to get rid of. I'm so sorry you have to deal with that all the time! I mean, if I were you, I would've left a very long time ago! But you're a good friend and stayed by my side, (Y/N)! This is exactly why you're someone special to me!"

"I'm happy you see me as a good friend, Yoimiya. But I'm curious about that plan of yours." You said calmly. Yoimiya groaned.

"Here I go doing it again... Get it together, Yoimiya!" Yoimiya slapped both her hands on either side of her face as she looked at you with a smile, "So, I bet you know Watatsumi Island, right?"

"Yes, it's where Kokomi and Gorou live, am I correct?" Yoimiya snapped her fingers and smiled, nodding.

"Bingo! So, I plan to have a little reunion over there with our friends, you know? Kazuha, Ei, Sara, Tomo, and Yae have all agreed. So did Ayaka and Ayato. If Itto's at Ayato's right now, I'm sure he'd let him know of my plan!" Yoimiya's lips curved into a wide smirk, "I also have got a surprise prepared just for you." you stared at your blonde friend, pushing away the thought that made you wonder what was the surprise that Yoimiya has prepared for you.

"A trip to Watatsumi Island would be expensive, let alone the hotel expenses. How are you going to manage?" Yoimiya sat up, straightening her back.

"Well... I exchanged a few words with Ayato!" Of course. The Kamisato clan was known for the money. In the wake of his parent's death, Ayato found himself left with all the wealth. While he wasn't the type to be reckless with his money, maybe taking a trip with his friends once in a while wasn't such a bad idea after all. "I'll be paying for the transportation expenses. Ayato said he'll take care of the rest." you nodded.

"I see..." you spoke. Yoimiya noticed your nervous expression. It was clear you weren't sure whether you wanted to go or not. Yes, it looked like it would be such a fun idea, but your studies...

You wished to become a lawyer. You wanted to go to a law school in Liyue and finish off your studies there. Yoimiya studied your face.

"Hey, having a week to yourself won't ruin your chance to achieve your goal, (Y/N). We all have lives of our own. Maybe relaxing and enjoying our time with each other might loosen you up a little, you know?" Yoimiya smiled, "Besides, aren't you looking forward to the surprise I've got planned for you?" she winked. Your lips curved to form a small smile.

"I'll see if I can clear up my schedule. Your idea seems fun." you said. Yoimiya's face lit up.

"Oh my god, I just can't wait! You won't regret this, I promise! You'll have so much fun. We all will, actually. Oh! The trip would take place in two weeks, by the way! You could finish off all the important tasks you've got to complete until then!" Yoimiya suggested, "Just thinking of Watatsumi Island gives me an adrenaline rush! Have you seen the pictures Kokomi and Gorou sent us?! The island is absolutely beautiful! I still can't believe we're having a reunion there! Can you believe it?!"

Your small smile was fixed on your face as you listened to your friend continue ranting about how amazing the trip to Watatsumi Island would be.

Perhaps she was right. You could you some time to calm your nerves down. A small vacation with your friends would be a good idea, right? You were sure nothing would go wrong.

You hoped nothing would go wrong.

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"A trip to Watatsumi Island?" Itto looked up, his crimson eyes meeting Ayato's blue ones. Itto's lips curved into a smile as he looked back at the violet Onikabuto he held in his hand. "Sounds fun." Ayato chuckled, placing his Onikabuto inside its cage.

"Yoimiya and I have discussed this matter for quite some time now. Our decision to let our friends know has been made just a few days ago." Ayato smiled. Itto nodded. He was looking forward to the trip. Not only he'd be having a reunion with his friends, but he might also run into some cutie—

Right. He promised himself no more sex and dating. He's a man of his word.

"Ah, did I mention that Thoma would be joining us?" Ayato exclaimed. Itto felt his shoulders tense up for a second. Thoma traveled to Mondstat a few years back to meet his family. Itto had no idea Thoma was visiting Inazuma after so long. "I'm quite excited to meet him again. Remembering all the trouble we had in high school makes me nostalgic for them." Ayato chuckled. Itto nodded, a small laugh escaping his lips.

"Yeah. I miss those days." Itto smiled, petting his Onikabuto. He and Ayato were big fans of Onikabuto wrestling. Itto might have lost to Ayato every time, but that didn't extinguish his love for the game. Ayato studied Itto's face and turned his gaze to his cup of boba tea.

"How would you think (Y/N) would react when she sees Thoma? If my memory serves me right, they were together for around two years." Itto shrugged, not looking at his friend.

"There wasn't any bad blood between them. They only broke up because Thoma had to leave for Mondstat. I doubt there'll be any reaction from either of them." Itto placed his Onikabuto next to Ayato's inside the cage. As Ayato faced his boba, he kept an eye on Itto. Ayato raised an eyebrow and smiled, taking a sip of his tea.

"You don't look so glad about Thoma's return."  Itto's eyes widened.

"Eh?! What are you talking about?! Thoma's my friend! Of course I'm glad!" The oni retorted, avoiding the blue-haired man's eyes. Ayato smiled, placing his boba down.

"You're acting the same way you did when Thoma went out with (Y/N)." Ayato remarked. Itto balled his fists.

"There's nothing wrong with Thoma  coming back, ok?" Itto mumbled. The truth was, Itto was angry at Thoma. Angry that he left someone like you to travel to some old town, he was furious with him. Itto understands that Thoma has missed his family very much, but watching you feel sad for two months is difficult. Itto couldn't bear it.

Itto didn't understand what Ayato meant when he pointed out that he's acting the same way he did when you went out with Thoma. Itto didn't have a problem with you getting with Thoma. If anything, he was glad you found someone you could love. Maybe he was just a little overprotective of you. But again, what else would you expect from a friend that has been with you since your childhood. He didn't want you to get hurt.

"I see." Ayato said, amusement filling his eyes. "Oh, and don't mention Thoma to (Y/N). Yoimiya wants to keep him as a surprise for her." Itto nodded. Ayato smiled. "Now then. Setting aside our trip to Watatsumi Island, should we go for another round with our Onikabuto?" As soon as he heard the word Onikabuto, Itto's face lit up. He gave his friend a toothy grin.

"You bet!"

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Flashback - 14 years ago

You stared at the table that sat in front of you. You wanted everything to be perfect.

It was your tenth birthday, and for the first time in a very long time, your father wasn't traveling away. You hoped you would be able to spend your birthday with him. You prepared a delicious breakfast for the two of you, making sure you included some of your father's favorite foods. You waited for your father to come and have breakfast with you. It was all that you wanted for your birthday.

"(Y/N), I'm heading off to Sumeru for a while. I gave Kiyoko a call and asked her to look after you while I'm away." Your body froze and your lower lip quivered. He had to travel, even on your birthday? Why did it have to be now of all times?!

"I thought maybe..." You didn't know how to finish your sentence. You glanced at the ground, avoiding your father's glance. Your father stood in front of the door, ready to leave.

"Is something the matter, (Y/N)?" he asked. You bit the inside of your cheek.

"I thought maybe you can stay with me for my birthday." you mumbled, still avoiding your father's gaze. This was the first time you were asking for something from your father. Your father's eyes widened.

"Oh dear... I've completely forgotten it was your birthday." Your father cursed under his breath, his voice was full of guilt. You pursed your lips, nodding slowly.

"It's alright, father. The trip to Sumeru is important. Please take care." you said slowly. You were going to spend yet another birthday without a family member. Your father nodded, kneeling to your level as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I'll be sure to send you a gift from Sumeru. Happy birthday, (Y/N)."

You sat alone, kneeling against the wall as you hugged yourself. It was just some stupid birthday after all. You tried reminding yourself that your father was traveling to help you live a good life.

You glanced up at the picture frame of your mother. You wondered what she was like. Would she be like your father, and leave you by yourself. Or would she always be there for you, and love you the way any other parent would love their child.

A shaky breath left your lips. You were crying. Your gaze turned to the food you have prepared. You no longer had the heart to eat. You slowly got off the floor and turned to walk to your room, only to hear knocking noises from the kitchen.

You walked to the kitchen and found a familiar oni knocking on the glass backdoor with a wide smile fixated on his face. You wiped away your tears with the palm of your hands and walked towards the back door to let your friend in. You didn't want him to see you crying on your birthday.

"How are you doing, birthday girl?" Itto smiled as he hugged you. You hugged him back, trying to muster up a small smile. You felt a little better after hugging your oni friend. He has grown slightly taller than two years ago when you first met him. You wondered how tall he'd get when he's finally an adult. Itto pulled away from the hug with a smile. He studied your face, and his smile soon turned into a frown. "Hey... have you been crying?"

You pursed your lips and avoided his eyes, shaking your head. Itto didn't believe you. He noticed the tips of your ears turn to a soft red. It happened whenever you lied. Itto raised an eyebrow.

"Did you know that onis can tell whether someone is lying or telling the truth?" Itto asked with a smile. You glanced at him and shook your head again. "Well... whatever it is that was bothering you, I'll make sure you forget about it! You will have the best birthday with me!" Itto knew that your father was a busy man. He knew the reason you were sad was that your father never spent a birthday with you. Itto wanted to make sure that your father not being there for you wouldn't make you feel sad.

Your father was never a fan of Itto, considering Itto being part oni, but that never affected your close friendship. If anything, Itto disliked your father as well. He believed someone as cool and amazing as you deserve the best dad in the world and not a man who barely had time to spend with you.

"I have the whole day planned for you, so don't feel sad, ok?" Itto assured and you nodded. "Now then! I have found so many Onikabutos in the woods! I thought it would be the perfect time to teach you the rules of Onikabuto wrestling. You'll have a blast, I promise!" Itto held your hand softly and walked you to the woods. You gave him a small smile and nodded, your heart skipping a beat.

"Thank you, Itto." you whispered.

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[hoodharlow]

Stuck with Nowhere to Go

El Novio Quarantine Edition: Part 1

AN: This is part one of El Novio week and I'm gonna be posting a new part for this mini series everyday until April 17. Thank you to everyone that has been supporting me and following Cal and Claudia's story. I love y'all so mucha nd hope y'all enjoy this.

Requested?

Warnings: smut, brief quarantine talk, a small arguement. and overall Claudia being h word for Cal

Word Count: 3.1 k

Calum gently pushed Claudia against the mattress, getting in a more comfortable position as they devoured each other. With one hand balancing himself, so he wouldn't squish Claudia, he used the other to unbutton the flannel she wore. He slid his hand inside her shirt and gave her breast soft squeeze before sliding down to her soaked-through panties.

Frustrated with his teasing touches, Claudia tried to roll him onto the mattress. But he wouldn't budge.

"Cal," She whined against his lips, jutting her hips against his to feel some sort of relief.

"Pretty girl, I know, but your parents are across the hall." Calum mumbled before kissing down her neck.

"It's been three weeks. Please," She sighed. "I'll be quiet."

"Fine, but you have to be quiet. For our sake." She eagerly nodded at him before he continued. "I'm only going to eat you out okay?"

"But—"

"Later okay? When we get to our house, you can have your way with me. I promise." He held out his pinky to her.

"Okay." She pouted, wrapping her pinky around his.

Calum sat on his knees and slipped off his shirt. He tossed it to the side before towering over her once more. A giggle escaped Claudia when he sponged kisses all over her face.

Having enough of his teasing, she pulled his lips back to hers. She wrapped her leg over his waist, helping her stay balanced as she grinded herself against him. Claudia was basking in having the upper hand that she didn't feel Calum's fingers slip in her panties.

He skillfully slipped his ring and middle fingers in her, causing her to loudly gasp and stop all her moments.

"What's wrong, pretty girl?" He whispered in her ear, making her whine. “Want these off?” Calum asked her, toying with the waistband of her panties.

“Please.” She nodded eagerly. He gently patted her ass so she could lift her hips up.

Once Calum slipped her panties off, he situated himself in front of her core. “All this for me pretty girl?” Calum asked. He placed soft kisses on the insides of her thighs. She squirmed at the feeling of his lips. They got closer and closer to where she needed him the most.

She let out an inaudible gasp of pleasure when Calum licked her. She tried closing her legs, but Calum’s grip on them kept her in place. He softly moaned at her taste and savored her, taking his time with his tongue. He pushed one of her legs to her chest, giving him better access to her.

He inserted another while he pressed his thumb on her clit. Claudia felt something build up in her. She felt pleasantly overwhelmed with Calum’s fingers and tongue. Calum felt it too. He sped up his fingers and circled his thumb on her clit roughly.

She moaned out, not caring who heard her, but he grabbed a pillow and covered her face. Calum lapped up her release. He dropped her legs down and laid next to her.

“Happy album release day,” Claudia whispered excitedly after catching her breath.

He grumbled his response, making her giggle. He rolled to his side and traced his thumb under her bottom lip, giving her a quick peck. He got up to the bathroom to finish himself off, but Claudia had other ideas.

“No, let me,” Claudia said. She sat up and pulled him back by the waistband of his boxers. She brightly up at him, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Se me antoja un chorizo.”

“The kitchen is downstairs, Claudia.” He told her prying her hands off him.

“Cal, please let me suck your dick.” She fake cried.

“No, go get ready. We were supposed to be on the road by now. But someone doesn’t know how to keep her hands to herself.” He said before closing her bathroom door. He popped his head out once more. “You better be ready when I’m done.”

***

Calum watched Claudia skip down the steps of Ashton's house when it finally hit him. The last he saw her wear the dress she currently wore was when they went to Coachella the year before. It was probably his favorite dress on her, even if he's only seen her in it once.

"That's the last of them." Claudia said sliding onto the passenger seat. She has baked 'CALM' cakes for the guys in their favorite flavors along with sugar cookies shaped in their initials and in their instruments.

She took off her mask and reached for her now watered down iced coffee. She made a face and set it down in the cup holder. "This is nasty. I fucking hate almondmilk." she mumbled before taking another sip.

"Why are you still drinking it?"

"I have to finish it. It was like five bucks."

Calum shook his head, hiding his smile. He reached for his army green Hydro Flask and took a long sip of water. He capped it and started the car. Pulling the car into reverse, he gripped Claudia's head rest a little tighter as he felt her gaze on him. As he got out of the spot, he watched Claudia shift around in her seat.

"You really have a parallel parking kink." Calum laughed as they left Ashton's neighborhood.

"I do not." Claudia scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Keep telling yourself that. Your tits don't lie." He said, pinching one of her nipples. She smacked his hand away as he checked that there weren't any cars before turning into the main road.

"The AC isn't even on so can't say you're cold."

"Whatever."

Calum shook his head and drove to the nearest Target. When they got there, Claudia grabbed a homemade disinfectant wipe from her bag and cleaned their cart. They went straight to the electronics section so Calum could get a record player for the live stream later in the evening. The needle broke in the one he had and since Ashton demanded that they play the album in vinyls, he had to get a new record player.

Claudia took the cart after he placed the record player in the shopping cart. She still felt awkward shopping for pads in front of him. They agreed to meet in the alcohol aisle after she hopefully found some pads. Tampons weren't an option. Pandemic or not, the only thing she was having inside of her was Calum.

“They may not have toilet paper but least they have White Claws.” Calum told Claudia as two boxes, one of only black cherry flavor and the other variety pack because Claudia only drank tangerine flavor.

"I managed to get one thing of pads, so it's something." She told him, covering the pads with the other groceries. "I'm just lucky my period ended last week. I have a month to worry about getting more. You have dog food right? Because there's none in the aisles."

"Yeah, bought some when we got back from Medelyn's baby shower, water and toilet paper too." He nodded his head over to the shopping cart. "Is that everything? And what your parents needed too?"

Claudia looked over their shopping cart. It wasn't much but it was enough since the stores set limits on how much to buy because of the lack of ability to restock.

"I think we're good. If we need something we can drive back and steal from Ashton's garden." she joked.

While they waited in line, Claudia thought about how quick her life changed in less than two weeks. Her landlord practically kicked her, Dulce and Sara out and wanted them out by the time spring break started because of mandatory stay at home orders. She was lucky though. Calum took her in and for the meantime she was going to live with him. Though just last week Diego told her to come home. It took her a lot of convincing, but Calum ended up going with her too.

"Your total is $132.76." the cashier told them.

Claudia was barely pulling out her card as Calum scanned his phone in front of the pin pad. He thanked them and nodded Claudia to keep up.

"We agreed that I was going to pay groceries since you don't let me pay for anything else." She told him as he put the groceries in his car.

"I didn't agree to shit." He furrowed an eyebrow.

"Yuh-huh you nodded and waved me off."

He stayed silent, trying to remember if he did. Then it hit him. "Was it when we ordered Mikko's? Because I thought you meant you were paying for that."

"Of course you did, your cheap ass doesn't pay for sushi." she mumbled to herself. "Well I'm paying for groceries from now on."

"I don't like it when you spend money for us when I can pay for them. Especially now that we're both basically jobless. You need that money for school, Claudia." Calum said as they pulled up to the In-N-Out drive thru across the street from Target.

"And I don't like you paying for things that I can afford too." She argued back, but Calum ignored her since he was ordering their lunch.

He had his card ready to pay so there was no way that he was going to let her pay. When he reached the window the computer crashed and they were only accepting cash. Claudia pulled out a twenty, knowing that Calum never carries cash on him unless they're outside of California. He begrudgingly took it and gave it to the cashier.

***

Claudia considered herself a patient person. An elderly person taking their time in front of the ATM, no problem. Her getting cut in line at Starbucks because she was answering a text from Calum and not paying attention to the line, not an issue. Where she did lose her patience was when she would get stuck in traffic.

“The San Ysidro border is faster than this.” Claudia groaned, dropping in her seat after poking her head out of the sun roof.

“Well we would have avoided traffic if someone didn’t need to go back our place to get a fucking coloring book.” Calum muttered under his breath.

He had enough of her complaining. Ever since he got on the I5, that’s all she’s been doing. They’ve been stuck for over four hours and it was just her mumbling over and over how she would rather be waiting to cross the border than be stuck in the freeway. Even Claudia during her period was less irritable than this. Before she could get a word in, he turned up the volume on the true crime podcast they were listening to.

Ironically it was about a couple where the girlfriend murdered her boyfriend and disposed of his body by a lake in the very same freeway they were on.

Calum glanced over to Claudia. She was curled up, leaning against the window playing tetris on her phone. He rotated his neck and hands in hopes that he loosened up, but nothing worked. He knew he shouldn't have said that to her. It wasn't her fault that there was traffic.

"Cal…" Claudia said quietly, reaching down to lower the volume.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be getting all irritated when I was the one who suggested that you take me back to your house. Because of me we're stuck in traffic and—"

"Claudia, you have nothing to apologize for. You're not the one who caused the traffic. If someone should be apologizing, it should be me. I'm just stressed out because of the album dropping tonight and I'm taking my nerves out on you. So I'm sorry for being a fucking cunt."

"Apology accepted." she giggled.

Claudia leaned over the center console and kissed his cheek. Slowly, she descended down to his neck And sucked under his jaw, making him jerk the car.

"Ashton needs me alive for at least tonight." Calum said, gently prying her off of him. He adjusted his shorts and looked toward the road.

Not even five minutes later, Claudia was toying with a loose string on Calum's shorts. Her hand occasionally bumped into his crotch. Wordlessly she unbuckled her seatbelt and tried reaching for her purse in the backseat. It gave Calum a great view of the nude lace panties she wore.

Before he tried anything, she sat back down and pulled out some nail clippers. Claudia bent over the center console once more and clipped the string with them. She rubbed his thigh and laid her head in the console. Her fingertips deftly smoothed down his leg hairs.

"What are your thoughts on road head?" Claudia asked. She tiptoed her fingers up his thigh, slowly inching to semi hard on.

"I don't know, never thought about it." He answered her, swallowing hard with his gaze glued on the road.

"Really? Like you never thought of me choking on your dick while you're driving?" She pushed herself up from the console and sat criss-cross applesauce. "I have. The thought of you guiding my mouth over your dick surrounded by other cars, clueless to what we're doing. All I have to say is thank fuck for your tinted windows."

He watched from the corner of his eye. She had pulled down her dress, exposing her breasts and her panties were on the dash. One of her hands disappeared under her dress while the other was tweaking her nipples. She whimpered Calum's name loudly as her fingers sped up.

Calum pulled her hand away and licked her fingers cleaned. He slipped his and continued where she left off. With one hand on the steering wheel he brought her to her orgasm. Her hips chased his fingers as he stopped thrusting them in her and only rubbed her clit. Once her high relaxed, he slipped his fingers out of her and licked them.

He pumped a quarter size amount of hand sanitizer in his hand, cleaning his hands, and kept driving.

He looked over to Claudia and smirked. "Thank fuck for tinted windows, huh Claudia."

***

Claudia was bundled up in her room so she wouldn’t disrupt Calum during the livestream. She went downstairs to get her water and a snack after hearing 'Not in the Same Way.' She bumped into Calum in the kitchen, who was getting another White Claw.

"Hey," she said kissing his cheek.

"Miss you." Calum said in between kisses.

Before she said anything, Michael's yelling that he was a pickle echoed through the kitchen. Calum gave her a look and went back to the living room. Duke tried getting on the couch but failed.

"I leave for a fucking second and you're a fucking pickle." Calum said, trying his best not to laugh.

He picked up Duke and sat him in his lap. Panchito wandered over and hopped on the couch and used Duke's bed as a pillow.

"Uh… this is Panchito. He's the Santos' family dog." Calum said introducing the blue heeler puppy to the 40 thousand people watching. "He's about four months old and just sleeps all day with Duke."

The livestream went on until Michael's phone died and Calum continued with Luke. But just before Michael signed off, he thanked Claudia for making the CALM cakes and cookies. Calum struggled a bit to get Luke connected, but he managed once Claudia hopped in and showed him how. He gave her a sheepish thank you and watched her curl up on the opposite end of the couch.

At some point during Calum and Luke's segment, they strayed off their music and discussed cake flavors. When Claudia heard Luke say that he's not a big fan of red velvet cake, she bit back her comment about Luke eating a few slices of red velvet cake at Calum's birthday party the year before. If Claudia knew how to do one thing, that's bake a good red velvet cake.

By the time Calum finished the livestream and his phone call with Luke, Claudia had fallen asleep. He signaled the dogs to follow him outside so they can do their nightly business before going to bed. He guided them back to their respective kennels and secured the doors, so they couldn't escape to go ruin Soni's plants.

"Claudia," Calum said softly. He gently nudged her awake. "Let's go upstairs."

"Fuck, did I fall asleep?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Yeah, surprisingly since you took about four naps today." he teased her.

"Oh shush." she grumbled, folding the blanket she covered herself with.

They quietly went to the guest room where Calum was sleeping to watch a movie. Not even fifteen minutes into the movie, Claudia and Calum were devouring each other. Her hand lazily stroked his length through his sweats as Calum's hands ran over her thighs and ass.

"We should get on the floor, the bed squeaks too much." Claudia said when pulled away from Calum to take off her hoodie.

She got off from the bed and grabbed a duvet from the closet and laid it on the floor. She grabbed some of the decorative pillows and arranged them neatly so they could lay on them. Calum followed suit and shedded off his sweater and sweatpants. He laid back on the duvet and took in Claudia. She sat in his lap in nothing but a light grey bralette and matching panties she got at Aerie. It wasn't an overall sexy set, but it still sent him spiralling.

She leaned down and captured Calum's lips with hers. He let out an incoherent grumble as Claudia rocked her hips against his cock. He slowly inched his hands up her thighs, feeling his way around until he found her ass. He roughly gripped her ass and began guiding her along his clothed cock.

“Can you fucking wait?” Claudia giggled, pulling away from his lips. She sat back up on his lap and took off her bralette. “I wanna take care of you.”

“I don’t want you to.” He said.

“You better remember that the next time you get a stomach ache for eating too many chilaquiles.”

Claudia drummed his chest and got up from the floor. She reached for Calum’s hoodie and tied her hair in a bun.

“Where are you going?” Calum asked her confused.

“You don’t want my help, so I don’t see what I’m doing here.” She shrugged.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and gave him a small salute before leaving his room. She waited outside, knowing he was going to go after her. A few seconds later he opened the door and pulled her inside.

“I’m kidding, I need you.” Calum said peppering kisses all over her face.

“That’s what I thought.” She said, triumphantly. She got down on her knees and tugged down Calum’s sweats. She licked her lips and looked up at him. “Now let me show you how proud I am of your album.”

“What would you rank it?”

“Definitely one of your top four.”

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[whywasdumbbitchjuicealreadytaken]

The Ballad Of [Y/N] Berry

(Bad guy sanses x female!reader)

Ooooohhh~

Down on your knees before the queen~

You walk down the halls, clinging onto your boyfriend's- G sans's- arm as your "friends" followed not to far from you

Ooooohhh~

Down on your knees before the queen~

The bad guys had gone to [Universe] to check out a shape-able glitch. Since she hadn't been in any other universes, all she needed was a little shove to set her on the right path...

"[Y/N] Berry was a popular bitch. Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich~" Nightmare was reading what he knew about the glitch off to the bad sanses

That girl had everything, till hiccup and hitched; Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a crash (Am-pu-ta-ted)

Horror, raspberry, and dust were the first to observe you. Killer was supposed to be here but he was was still healing up after the initial crash that he had caused. Raspberry's eyes examined your body, he elbowed dust and pointed you out to him. He didn't bother with horror, seeing as he was already staring..

The nominations for prom royalty came,

You smirked to yourself, you knew you were going to win just like every other year

Our [Y/N]'s senior year, and queen was her claim...

You felt someone tap your shoulders. You spun around to see, it was fell and cross from your biology class. "don't worry sweetheart we'll vote for ya." Fell wink, cross energetically nadded as an agreement and the two walked away. "Uh.. thanks i guess?" You muttered.

Till gossip stirred, the student body would name Julie Jenkins, queen of prom. (Pi-ty-Vote)

You blinked in shock as you saw the votes and what people were saying. An arm around your waist pulled you into a taller figure

"[Y/N]," G sans said "Life is like a prom, i know you wont disappoint me and mom..?".

With that, he walked away. Your mother died in an accident when you were 6 and whenever you fail, you always felt as if you were disappointing her..

"You taste the silver [Y/N]? You taste the crown?" Your desk neighbor, Bill, asked you. You simply ignored him. You heard someone tap you desk and you look up to see Alisans(alistor sans..?)

"You thirst for blood from the roses in hand." He told you. You stood up. "May i be excused??". The teacher nodded and you left the class.

You spoil for stash and scepter, music to dance, as they crown you queen of highschool land~

CHECK [Y/N]

CHOOSE [Y/N]

VOTE, FOR [Y/N] BERRY

Your eyes widened to see red X's on your vote for [Y/N] posters

CHECK [Y/N]

CHOOSE [Y/N]

VOTE FOR [Y/N] BERRY

You reported it to the principal then went about your day. Everything was normal until..

So obsessed our [Y/N] near lost her mind. To life Un-prom related, [Y/N] was blind.

Prom was getting to you. The pressure you were getting from G sans, your friends, and the constant feeling of someone watching you was driving you insane. Was worse, is it seems G was paying more attention to Julie then you..

She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind, Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie)

You sighed and ran your hand through your hair.

Soon [Y/N]'s sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead.

Your eyes narrowed 'fine. I don't need them!' You huffed and sat in your seat next to cross in chemistry. Atleast you still had G. You saw your boyfriend looking at you. You smile at G, but it quickly faltered when he turned away and began talking to Julie. You felt your phone buzz

Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "I'm taking Julie to the senior Prom." (Love, love Julie)

Your heart dropped and you decided to confront him after class. "G," you said calmly "what the hell? Why are you taking julie??".

"[Y/N]" G said "why be so calm, theres just no future for a Princess of prom."

You sat at home, on the evening of prom, shakily putting on your eyeliner and black lipstick/ lip gloss. You tried to hold your smiled but you couldn't keep a smiled and hold back tears at the same time..

You taste the Silver [Y/N]! You taste the crown.

You watch as your tears, accompanied by long black tears slowly fell down your face

You thirst for blood from the roses in handYou spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land.

You're smile faltered and you realize what must be done in order to be queen. You put on your blue flowy dress, it was off shoulder and had a slit in the left side.

Ooooh~

You walked downstairs and opened the front door to see Alisans, he handed you a hammer and kissed your hand then caressed your cheek. He handed you a rose and took you to G'S house.

Down on your knees before the queen~

You arrived at G's house found him walking towards his car, her ran up behind him and smashed a hole in the back if his skull.

Ooooooh~

You mercilessly stomped his head in and watched him turn to dust. But you weren't done.

Get on your knees before the queen~

You walked in front of the school and felt a hand grab your own. You looked up to see Bill, he winked and you smiled. He handed you a white rose and led you inside.

"$0m£ g!r|$ @r€ r@t!0^@| bUt [Y/N] ₩@$ ^0t"[translation: some gurks are rational, but [Y/N] was not]

Error told Nightmare with a smirk as the two watched. You had gone inside the bathroom.

She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got. And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot;

Bill had gave you rat poisoning, you dumped it in one of your "friend's" punch, her blood had gotten on your rose.

"P" is for Patricia, drinking poisoned punch

Fell had came up next to you and snaked an arm around your waist. He took you outside and gave you a rock, while you were scanning the area you spotted Raquel.

"R" is for Raquel, dashed on a rock (crunch)

Fell handed you a blood cover rose. Cross grabbed your hand and brought you out back. Anne was busy getting high. You picked up a nearby brick and bashed her brains in.

"O" is what Anne said when Sara bludgeoned her brains

Cross kissed your cheek and handed you a blood rose like fell did. You went back inside where horror greeted you. You both went to a classroom, where you found Marianna. Horror showed you how to chop her up just right

And "M" is Marianna's marinated remains.

Horror pulled you into himself. He wrapped one arm around your waist and the other rested on your lower back. He swayed side to side in a sort of dancing motion. You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder with your hands on his chest.

But!But!

Dust cleared his throat. Horror scoffed and stopped swaying, he handed you a blood covered rose and winked at you. You went over to dust and held his arm. He led you to the school pool you spotted another friend and you made you work quick.

"Q" is for Quiara, quiet, drowned in the pool.

Dust gave you a bloody rose and took you to the kitched. In there, you helped raspberry chop up the body of Eunice.

"U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school

Raspberry gave you a rose and you left to find Julie..

But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops. A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops.(what a bitch)

You got your silver [Y/N], you got your crown

Nightmare placed a crown on your head

You got their blood on your roses in hand

Error gave you the roses using his strings

You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance,

The bad sanses all took turns dancing with you on stage

As you crowned you Queen of High School Land!

You watched them leave with a smile on your face, this is all you've ever wanted. This is all you could of ever hoped.

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh!

God save the Queen...

Down on your knees before the Queen.

God save the Queen.

After about 30 minutes, you see flashing blue and red lights outside. You walk out, ready to accept your fate.

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh!

The Queen of High School Land.

Down on your knees before the Queen.

The Queen of High School Land.

They wrapped your wrists in silver, they took your crown

Your eyes widened as you watched them put the crown into an evidence bag "WAIT NO! STOP!" You cried as your dreams began to be taken away from you.

As they washed your bloody fingers and hands.

You weren't ready to go, you bit and scratched to the people who tried to wash you. They ended sedating you.

Into a tight straitjacket, small padded cell, As you screamed, 

"I'm the queen of highschool land!!" You screeched and ran into the door repeatedly. The doctors came back in and sedated you again. The next thing you knew, you were in the arms of nightmare

At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land.....

It had been several years, but you found julie. The boys[and Sunny] have been very affectionate and protective of you, Even error! Yeah I'll let that soak in.

Pity the dead! You're Queen of High School Land.

You began walking through the halls every sans you'd pass would sinister-ly grin.

CHECK [Y/N]

CHOOSE [Y/N]

VOTE FOR [Y/N] BERRY

Everyone gathered in the throne room as you approached it, you were dragging a crying,screaming,pleading, and begging Julie behind you by her hair.

CHECK [Y/N]

CHOOSE [Y/N]

VOTE FOR [Y/N] BERRY

You walked in and error shut the doors. A series of screams,applause,and laughter were heard from the throne room not long after.

[risingsol]

Sleep still refused to come easily to Kazuha- or rather, he refused to let it come to him, even now that he needed it so desperately. He couldn't really help himself, couldn't stop thinking of the recent events, of how close it had been. How that blade looked just the same as that day.

How he had seen his back, seen as he fell- and how for a moment, he wasn't looking at Aether anymore, there on those stairs.

And despite his efforts to avoid it like the monster it was, sleep did come for him once he could no longer force himself awake, friends and allies alike trying to just reassure him that it'd be alright, that it was safe here- yet that wasn't enough, it didn't stave off what he truly was so desperately running from. It had already slipped into what he wished to be only a dreamless sleep, made its presence known in the thunder and lightning, blood running cold as more and more was spilled, vision trembling, buzzing and rebelling in his hands and then it hurt and burned-

He woke up in a panic, pain flaring, raging through the exhaustion like the blade that still haunted him, damp hair sticking to his skin, eyes wide and ragged, heavy breath, heart pounding and right hand suddenly in an iron grip as it burned with that phantom lightning, frantically looking around in search of that threat he knew had to be there somewhere -trying to even know where he was-, finding that flash of lightning violet at his side, followed by a pale golden in the moonlight and-

"... T-To...mo...?"

@rebelliousties

Victory had finally come at long last, not without costs on both the side of the Resistance and the Shogunate. Everything that had occurred on the last day... it all felt like a blur sometimes in Aether's head. The duel between himself and Signora... the final verdict that had come as a result and then the uneasiness in his soul that had marred his steps down and out of Tenshukaku. The minute footsteps had breached the walls however and his eyes had seen the sight of new friends formed through strife, everything had happened so quickly after then. Luckily with Kujou Sara passing through the area prior to the Resistance gathering their own forces to push way to the castle, there hadn't been too many losses on the side of the Resistance for that battle - what numbers suffered at the hands of the delusions of the Fatui however, was a burden for another day. Even with that lucky streak, the day was not without injury - in particular Kazuha who had moved without hesitation when the moment arose, the one who dared to brave the lightning's glow - his injuries were rather grave once the dust had settled.

Immediately everyone had set upon the ronin, orders to bring him back to Watatsumi Island with a strict regimen of bedrest and nourishing food until he could recover from his injuries. Judging from the concern that was clear in Kokomi's eyes, his wounds were more severe than the simple knife wound he had received to his body - the ever stubborn ronin even remaining in sleep for a period of time after he had passed out on the steps to Tenshukaku.

There was still much rebuilding to do, dismantling of the Vision Hunt Decree and thus the Sakoku Decree as well much easier to employ on paper than in practicality and the adjustment between the civil war prior and what should have been normal life requiring far more attention than anticipated. Aether didn't particularly mind being tasked with watching over Kazuha as the other rested and recovered for that reason, the traveler believing that he could use a bit of rest himself at the same time. Plus, knowing how Kazuha was before, perhaps the other might enjoy some company as he sought to process the fact that the war was... indeed over.

Not without cost and certainly not without memories that were cruel to remember, Aether noticing that the other was still just as stubborn about not sleeping as he was before. Just because an outside pressure had disappeared didn't mean that things would change in the blink of an eye, even if the soul wanted to carry on and forget, the body and mind always remembered - beyond what one wanted sometimes. Aether didn't need to talk to Kazuha to figure out that while relief was present, he had been under such duress for so long that the after effects would be long lasting even when things were resolved. For now, he would act the same - scold him about his lack of rest, bring meals that would feed his injured body, and simply keep the other company in this time of adjustment.

To Kazuha's merit, he seemed to listen a little more to his scolds and agree to let the traveler feed him on days when the numbness in his arms were too much to bear. Like before however, he only fell into sleep when his body demanded it from him, Aether peering in just to see that somewhat troubled expression playing out on the other's face while he slept. If Kazuha was sleeping, then he could probably go ahead and gather some more wrappings so that he could quickly change them when the ronin did wake up - Aether only barely starting to gather his supplies when he began to hear the other stir.

Only, this awakening was too familiar - less violent than the instance on the Alcor due to the strict limitations on Kazuha's body at current time, but the tremble of Kazuha's frame and the ragged breathing practically tearing out of the ronin's lungs sent alarm bells blaring through him as he dropped everything to try and rush over to Kazuha's side, before his frenzied state tore his body apart even further. He didn't make it far before bloodshot eyes snapped open, wheezing breaths gasping for air tinged with an edge of pain - Aether barely able to open his mouth before Kazuha's eyes darted over to his frame. But the other wasn't seeing him, instead honing in on the violet glow of his clothing and the golden hue of his locks - a sadness taking grip of his own heart with how... fragile Kazuha sounded.

"No," Kazuha was already in a delicate state of mind, Aether wouldn't wound him further by playing into it all - he had to move on, holding onto the past would only hurt him the longer he linger there. "I'm not Tomo, sorry." In front of Tenshukaku, where Kazuha's friend Tomo had spoken, Kazuha had answered the call of his ambition and desire.

It must have felt like a terrible déjà vu; to be at the steps of Tenshukaku once again, sword in hand and determination in mind - only to see that same flash ofelectric energy before your very eyes, to see the flash of violet in the Raiden Shogun's eyes once more as she raised her sword. Repeated situations with fear of the same outcome were something that Aether could understand, remembering himself how his heart had sank deep down when his fingers passed through the disappearing glimmer of that abyss gate. For Kazuha however, this didn't happen. He didn't miss his chance, wasn't too late and Aether was here in the flesh as proof.

"It's me though, Aether. You remember me, right?" Carefully, he sought to grasp at that right hand of the ronin's, fingers covering a too tight grip and holding firm himself as if it could give the other a tether to the reality he was currently in.

"You saved me, Kazuha. You made it in time. You weren't too late - I'm still here."

[sicklove-stuff]

𝕸𝖞 𝕸𝖞 𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖓𝖊 - FIC.

Notice to all, this fanfic has content considered uncomfortable, sensitive and politically incorrect. If you don't like it, leave soon. - The fanfic shows content of masochism, sadism, rebellion, aggression ... It is worth mentioning that nothing here reflects on the wrestlers, it is just a drama involving their characters in the ring.

Made by Omoshi’ 

★ Undertaker “Ministry of Darkness” era | +18 | Y/N “your name”, will be “Sara”. 

My best friend, Stephanie, when we were at the mall for the past few days ... She told me about a lunatic who claimed to be the minister of darkness with some companions, he wanted to marry her at any cost, however, I already knew that she was getting involved with another guy. This seems to be more disturbing than it looks, but whenever she describes it while we are choosing shoes in stores and among expensive clothes racks, it makes me crazy and my mouth water. - However, I can never express this to Stephanie, because she never seems to be happy to tell about it. I'm starting to sound a little bit possessive about this story that keeps me going, but poor Stephanie, she's having a misfortune.

I started thinking about it while I wait outside the company where her crazy father works, this backstage has never been so full of people that she thinks she can achieve something with me, despite the golden and virgin hair that I take care of very well, this is not an invitation. I snort by the mouth and start shaking my legs while I wait for her, she told me she had a party today ... It would only take a measly minute to say hello to her boyfriend, even though I repeatedly warned her that her boyfriend already had a girlfriend, she just giggles out of my face and pushes me in tones of fun ... saying it was better to live like this, in danger. What a stupid girl! - As time goes by I feel cheated, it's been twenty minutes since this has been happening. I bite my lips while anxiety overwhelms me, we're twenty minutes late from the party ... Just today that Stephanie hadn't robbed me of one of the few boys who had looked at me. It's her habit, stealing boyfriends ... Like she said, she feels dangerous.

Suddenly, everything was so ... empty? While I was lost in my thoughts, I did not notice the hours passing and the people passing too, it seemed that finally she would appear, or had she forgotten me there? Damn it. -When she lifted me from where she sat, a huge black box, to leave. I realize that everything is already closed, and everything starts to get scarier. Scarier, scarier ... Scarier. This is repeated more and more, more and more ... My head doesn't look very well. - Did something pull me?

When I look to the side, I notice that my whole skin is sweating, another hand wraps around my wrist, I look at my forearm, arm, covered in tattoos ... Demon tattoos, flames, just like Stephanie had said, that's ... It's realy true? When I go up to see who the face is ... The ordinary person's voluntary action is to faint with fear, or shout for help, but, I feel that I'm not that common, because that was the all dangerous guy that Stephanie was scared to death? He looked hotter than the ones she dated. - I could be stupid, I know, but my voluntary action was to smile a little, malicious smile. And again my mouth was full of water, but I stayed exactly in place, there was still "ice" inside me.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm Sara and ... I'm sorry if I was invading your area. BUT LET ME GO!" - Said while trying to let go, I liked guys like that but, it didn't seem to be very friendly, could it be that I've been thinking nonsense all this time and in the end, Steph was right?

He then pinned me to the wall. He was against his body, his arms were driving me crazy, and his psychotic look and his silence too, I soon tried to get quiet, that's when he brought his face closer to mine, bringing his mouth closer to my ear, God I never I had felt that sensation before. That's when I let out a heavy breath that he was pressing me against the wall. He then decided to break his silence.

"You are allied with that bitch." -He said, I was not surprised his voice was heavy with melancholy and rejection. As if everything in his life had gone ... Wrong? - "Do you want to end up like her? I always watch, she likes you, and my goal is to destroy all those she loves." -I managed to notice that he was laughing quietly and discreetly, just as if he was making fun of me. - "Sara ... Despite everything, beautiful name."

I didn't know if it made me feel hot, sexually and lovingly uncomfortable, or if it scared me, very scared. The misfortune that Stephanie always told me was, at that moment, my misfortune. Mine, my misfortune. I obviously tried to be reluctant to mind my own business, I forced my hand to keep him away from me, no one came around. It seemed to be not just a joke and a joke, the darkness was with this man.

"She does not love me!" - I pushed hard in an act of control over myself, successfully, I was away from him for a few centimeters, withdrawing my arms, unintentionally I ended up touching on a subject that I never wanted to get to ... "She betrays my confidence all the time, and I can only say that it's okay, when in fact it isn't! " - I couldn't believe what I ended up doing, I was confessing all my disappointment about my supposed best friend to a guy who supposedly wanted to kill and her family.But a long time ago, I didn't care about that, I did everything she wanted, so I could not live alone, while she lived surrounded by attention, people, appearing on television every Monday ... Surrounded by fans by simply to be rich, when in fact she was unbearable and stupid ... 

I know he wanted to cut me in half that hour, but, I think his plans had not worked out, he seemed very weakened. His hands weighed on my shoulders behind his back, he could do whatever he wants with me at that moment, since everything I carried over time I realized more of what was happening in my life, a lot of unhappiness and lies, I was always smiling and leaving, so as not to feel alone, when in fact I was more heartbroken than ever, Stephanie didn’t deserve to be with that boyfriend she was stealing from another woman who also loved him, as she told me, she deserved to pay for everything she complained.

"If you want to kill me, go ahead, my self-esteem is already in the trash. I don't have much to do anymore, because my biggest purpose in life has always been to be her shadow, SHE EVEN STEALS THE GUYS I WANT!" - Okay, I had already passed the point, but I hoped that he would soon get tired of me and leave, or just break my neck soon. That’s kind of suicidal.

Contrary to what I expected, he knew how to overcome my existential crisis at that time, I could feel his hands walking around my body, this was extremely strange, it was like he wanted to take advantage of me, but if I was there , I would not fight against the current, I did not know this guy, nor did I know his name, but his dark and evil aura made me crazy to the point of wanting everything he could offer me; so he knew how to select the phrases I said ...

"Do you steal the guys you try? Certainly because they are guys." - He said. A grip on the waistband of my skirt, and I just froze, and I then felt the fabric being slowly lowered ... And I then turned to face him in a feature of pure fear but micro-expressions said I wanted more than ever before.

"I ... I don't know your name ... What's your name?" - I asked while I realized that my skirt was already lowered to almost half of my thighs, I sweated coldly as I took a few steps back against a door. I was trapped.

"I have many names, many nicknames, but you can call me Taker. They currently have me as the Ministry of Darkness." - He came back to me and put his hand on the door handle that was supported, certainly if he opened it, I would fall back with all the strength I could, the moment I reasoned it, I already noticed it opening and my dancing feet losing their stability.I swallowed hard when I felt myself falling on the floor, an all dark room, some shelves, I couldn't identify what was there, I had fallen with my hips directly on the floor, painful as the impact hurt my whole spine in that tension, that tension and that horny I felt. I rolled my eyes when I heard the door being closed, nibbled on my lower lip ... I felt extremely strange, as if there was something burning inside me, the situation didn't help much anymore, my position with my legs spread and my skirt dropped even more , with my panties showing. When I least realized it, he would lower himself, and stay between my thighs ... I again gasped in suspense. I couldn't believe that what I was idealizing so much could actually happen. I can't sing victory before the moment.

"Oh, Sara ... Your drama is really ... Sad, but I'm not as sorry as I should be." - That sentence totally entered my being, while I already felt the fabric of the skirt go through the end of my legs, being accompanied by my panties that obviously could be a little wet. My cheeks went red as blood, from pure shame.I noticed him pulling something, it sounded like a blade, a ... A pocket knife ... And my immediate action was to grunt and stay static. The cold iron coming into contact with my skin, it made me shiver, but I was ... Liking, my side that I always hid, that of a crazy lover of good pain, if I said that to anyone it would be called a crazy bitch. And that was when I felt the blood flow, I closed my eyes tightly hoping for the worst, but, it had been a cut on the thigh, thin ... And then, he licked it.He licked my blood and my thigh, making other small cuts and licking them ...

 They were all very close to "that area", my intimacy, as if they were a path where it really made me shiver more than ever, my fingers stretched, a wave of enormous pleasure ruled me, I was practically out of my mind, I was no longer the Sara I knew. As he licked more, he got deeper, I could see that he had a huge tongue, he smelled, it made me extremely crazy; the fact that I was not seeing anything in the dark left me with "hands tied", he squeezed my thighs and I felt the blood drain more, but, he no longer licked the blood, he just licked my pubis and clitoris, I scratched the floor, the pure cold concrete trying to contain me more and more.That's when he said, after countless hickeys and licks ... 

"Don't hold back" - and laughed at me as he continued.Technically obeying his order, I moved the hands that were scratched on the floor to his hair, Taker ...

 Taker ... I repeated it in my head, Undertaker, Undertaker, of course ... I forced him against me, which made it more intense .. The first time I was having a moment like that, sensual, sexual ... What a misfortune Stephanie was missing all along. That room was already almost impregnated with my smell, I pulled her long hair, I could feel her beard ... until I couldn't help it, I splashed everything on her face. Once, twice, three times.I breathed as if I had run an entire marathon. That was when I decided to change the position and hold on to him, who had been kneeling, I held his waist and then let out the sentence: 

"You don't need Stephanie ... Forget her!"

He answered me...

"I already forgot.".

[muffindaddystyles]

𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 ❤︎

A/n: My moot from twitter made a whole thread that what if Harry wrote sunflower vol6. for some fan, she wanted the idea in words so here ya go!

Crowd just to admire Harry, cheering, loving, showering him in their evermost affection.

Harry performs like he was born for this; a punk rockstar with a flower crown on his head, bout to dominate the world just from his kindness.

After performing three songs he was engulfing in conversation with his fans and he points towards you but your friends gestures if he wants to talk to her.

You're wearing a pastel dress with hues of yellow accessories. You're so red in your own way, popping out from the crowd in the bloody bold way but you're shy and skittish around people.

You're just dancing along with your bestie, swaying your hips to only angel and then doing your own sexy moves to show your friend making fun of it afterwards.

Harry couldn't snatch his focus from you and the band noticed it so they teased him, tsking at him and mouthing him his pet name 'wep' under the loud shrivels of their guitars.

You wouldn't deny that you wanted to catch his attention too but you don't know how to.

Everyone's complementing him in their fondest way and whenever you parted your plump glossy lips to shout something nothing came out.

While playing guitar, Harry gazes at you intensely his brows furrowing when he sees that your bestfriend cupped your face to say something in your ear.

He's so fuckin' jealous. He wants to be there to cup your face, stroke you and maybe kiss you.

You looks so damn kissable. He thinks you're so golden beaming around the pink sky.

Now, when he's asking your friend's name out glancing at you from the corner of his eyes your heart drops. English isn't your first language, and this made your hands shake at the side.

You don't wanna fuck this up.

"What's your pretty name darlin'?" He smiles at you feeling a bit shy from your peer that's nothing but anxiousness, Sara and Mitch exchange looks with eachother while Harry waited patiently to get your calm voice to reach to him because at this point he can do everything.

"Y/n-y/n!" You're far from him so you shouted and it stuttered making you even more blush like a coral stone.

Fuckin' beautiful name, just like her Harry's heart gave a beat.

He doesn't want to dissapoint you by taking your name wrong, you're too precious to pronounce you differently that's why he reminisced your name many times under his breath before taking it.

"Y/n, right?" You bobbed your head a bit loosening up and smiling coyly fuck Harry wants to flop at ground just at this, "soo where are you from ba- y/n?"

"Not from here!" You told him now properly locking your eyes and Harry noticed your eyes colour's so common but looks so rare on you.

Harry mimicked you doing his comic accent, "No- Not from here, that's why asked ye' from where!?!" The crowd cheered and you laughed clutching your sides telling your country name.

"I hope you're havin' a good time, y/n." He grins combing his loose curls back and sipping his water, then throwing the water on the crowd intentionally so it would reach you and he could dive in another cute moment of you.

The whole show went like this but he wants you more than singing his melodies to you and he notices that you're getting exhausted and tired but utterly overloaded with cuteness forgetting lyrics to every other song now and then, your shoes aching you so you sat down but he jolts in panic thinking you just fell and is afraid you'll come under everyone's feet.

But when you again stood up he practically heaved shaking his to scold him that he shouldn't do this, he'll end up hurting himself from missing you and thinking about you everytime.

Getting attached too soon is Harry's weak point.

The show ended and he wanted to call you backstage but you were long gone leaving your sunflower-ey coral sunshine behind.

.

Harry went through his breakup going to Japan to give him his own solace, he went through his journal where he has written all his songs and his eyes fell over the cursive words he lovingly wrote on this specific side of his journal.

He wrote a song about you right after running backstage. Kid Harpoon wanted to make some changes in the lyrics but Harry criticised that no changes will be made in this particular song, he doesn't care if it's a hit or not, this came straight out of his heart and it matters alot to him.

One day he was wandering in london when you marched from a bookshop bumping square into one person you couldn't possibly imagine, Harry.

Your canvases, books, brushes everything flew to ground and Harry's on cloud nine a feeling of when he did shrooms spreads in his chest.

"Sorry. Shit yeah." You both said in unison squatting down to collect your things.

Your heads hitting and you giggled making Harry giggle too.

"Kay there's this saying in my culture that if your forehead gets hit by another person you should hit it twice else horns grows on your head." Your eyes glinting and he shakes his head gently pressing his head against yours.

He saw your fingers shaking so he again muttered a 'sorry' feeling bad for no-reason.

"Is it your painting?" He asked and you nodded taking the canvas from him, his touch's so soft you've only imagined it or heard from the people who met him that he has the softest warmest touch. "It's beautiful."

You're in awe of him. Ofcourse you love him but you don't know how much Harry's in love with you.

He's in awe of your talent too, he knew you'd love to paint from how vivid you're. It's one of the things he imagined bout you before going to bed.

Harry was taken aback by your respect for his consent when you asked him if you could hug him and he opened his arms wide for you.

"C'mere darlin'." Million sparks shooted inside his body when you coiled your arms around his neck because of your height, he's so happy he wants to cry.

Fuck this he wants you to be his and he's gonna drag his arse for it.

He sniffed in your shampoo and scent which's vanilla, strawberries and galaxies.

"Umm..y/n would you like to grab a coffee with me?" You are appalled. you never thought he'd remember you but who's gonna tell you that you were his only thought and the dream of his heart.

"Sure! Thank you." You beamed walking alongside of him to the nearest café.

Harry thinks you're so kind that maybe you felt rude to reject his offer but this's just his anxiety.

Anyways you talked to him about things he didn't know, you asked him how life's going even though his life's all where on the headlines.

You've never drank black coffee in your life but ordered it from the embarrassment of judgment from him and when you sipped it you practically gagged.

"Wanna swap, I just took a sip?"

"Thank you never drank black coffee in my life." He didn't asked you why but you yourself told him sipping from his and it's mocha sweet as him, "not very much common where I used to live."

Harry wants to get to know you more. About your culture, your interests and specifically just you.

"There's this get-together at my home this Saturday, would you like to come it's okay if you don't want to." He rubbed the back of his neck a little nervous.

"I'd love too!" You smiled even though you're all jittery from inside. You don't know what's happening but you're just going along with it.

"Kay. See ya there." He took your hand writing his number inside your palm and he swear that he felt like he dipped his hand into a sweet pudding when he held you.

.

You got ready with feathery makeup and simple outfit, you haven't told anyone that you met Harry. You've baked cupcakes for him because your mother has always taught you to never go empty hand to someone's house.

All the expensive cars parked at his driveway wanted to make you cry, you're so nervous.

Harry's nervy too he lectured everyone not to suffocate you and give her some space knowing how lovey-dovey his friends could be.

"And don't call me pet names infront her." He seriously told Jeff who offered him tequila but he pushed it away, there's no way he's getting drunk today. "Okay foof." Jeff patted him hardly.

"Hmm. Plannin' to become someone else's baby." Sara laughed sitting comfortably between mitch's legs and Harry shakes his head shyly snapping when the door bell rang.

He was out of breath when you were infront of him. He hugged you kissing your cheek and you took in his smell trying to calm yourself.

"Y'okay?" He frowned caringly placing his hands on your shoulders, your eyes are glassy that's why he asked.

Clearing your throat you handed him the cupcakes nodding and smiling, "yes umm here."

"Hi love!" Everyone greeted you and hugged you.

Harry was acting quite selfish taking the cupcakes inside his kitchen to eat them all to himself and when he came back you were chatting with his friends quite enjoying their company.

His mind crawls to the thought of you in between his embrace while his friends becomes your friends and you spending festives together, you hanging out with him at the places you love to be at.

You were praising their talents and then Harry's and he didn't miss the glimmer of admiration in your eyes for him.

"You're quite such a fan of Harry." One of his friends says and you just nodded not knowing what else to say. To everyone else you're just a fan that Harry invited to his home.

Harry glared him. The last thing he wanted to make you feel was invadilate your caring, humble and nice feelings towards not just Harry but to everyone.

"Can I steal y/n for a second?" Harry asked smiling down at you and Sarah spat playfully, "she's all yours."

"Uhh..thank you for these." He pointed at the delights you baked for him swelling his heart at your care and you shook your head.

"I love these on you." He indicated to the pearls around your neck. Hooking your finger to unclasp it you mumbled, "do you want it?"

But didn't waited for his answer and secured it around his neck. Shivers running down Harry's spine when the pads of your fingers brushed the baby curls over the nape of his neck.

"Thank you so much." Harry thinks he can't thank you enough. You just keep on giving him reasons to owe you, this's the perfect opportunity to love you and let you know.

He took you to his bedroom quickly going to his wardrobe and you looked around, he has frames of his family and his recently ex-girlfriend.

You don't know about her that deep but you know he was deeply in love with her, if ever you know how much he loves you.

In his recent interview he talked about how he met this person and the new album's all about exploring relationship. You think so the new songs will be about her, she really's so ravishing.

He came back sitting close to you and before you even properly look at him he locked a necklace around you.

A sunflower necklace falling between the valley of your cleavages. Harry has bought this for you in the hope that you'll meet him sometimes in this world again and wore it around his neck during the whole writing process of his album.

You opened the brass golden sunflower and it had 'you're my sunflower' encarved on it.

"You're the only cloud in my mind, the only dream of my heart. Can't stop thinkin' bout you it's been two years." You rubbed soothing circles at his knee closing distance between you two while he confessed his feelings for you.

"Please let me love you.." There was a crease on his forehead and you massaged it away smiling weakly at him because you don't think so if your heart's beating.

"I'm all yours to love." He whined at your words grasping you in his arms and shoving his face inside the crook of your neck.

"Can I kiss ye'?" He asked you and you intervined you fingers in his shaky ones.

Lips brushing his and his eyes fluttered close just at the approximty.

He placed your legs on both side of his torso flushing your chests together and peppering kisses all over your face carefully.

Pressing your temples against eachother when his lips were mere away from yours, and when you molded your hand around his face he leaned into kiss you.

Giving a hot swipe to the cupid bow of your lip, tasting every inch of you. Hands everywhere, kissed you and kissed you and kissed you until you weren't breathing his name.

"Fuck. Tastes just as I imagined." Your head fell against his toned pecs and he placed his lips over your hair hugging you tight for you could become one. His.

"M'little sunflower."

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[ghostofbrock]

venomous words

on a rainy afternoon in new jersey, the kids didn't have an option to go outside or not since they knew how strict their mother was on days like this and how their father would react if he saw mud tracked into the house. they'd be toast with the chancla.

so ellie played with her barbie dolls on the carpet in the living room floor with a small smile on her face, giovanni sat on the couch and watched over his baby sister while trying to look for something to watch in netflix, specifically a movie. luke and auggie were upstairs in their room playing whatever the newer generation was into. the two boys were in sweats that had crumbs on them since the boys were munching on potato chips as they played their game. their mother had just arrived from long and stressful day at work, she sat in her car for a minute or two to collect herself before entering her home where her babies and husband would be waiting for arrival. well maybe just her babies... once again.

she covered herself with her purple umbrella since it was pouring rain as she got out her car, closed the door and locked it before walking to her front porch that wrapped around the house. she closed her umbrella as soon as she was covered by the porch's roof. she grabbed her house key out of her pocket and opened her door.

"mom's home!"

she hasn't stepped foot into her home and she was already called out by her kids. luke and auggie jumped out their beds and ran downstairs as soon as they heard their older brother yell. ellie dropped her doll and skipped over to her mommy as gio stood up from the couch and walked over to her.

as sara closed the door behind her and turned around, she was attacked by hugs all over her body. from her thighs to her shoulders, her children had her trapped in a loving hug.

after she kissed them each and asked about how their day went, they went back to what they were doing before she came home. later they were expecting a home cooked meal that she always provided for them since mattia rarely cooked for them nowadays and sara didn't like having her kids eating fast food all the time either for their health. at times it was acceptable but if they didn't need to eat it then they wouldn't.

sara was now sitting at the island that was in the kitchen, she opened the bottled water she grabbed from the fridge and took a sip.

"how was work?" her oldest son's voice came from behind her. he walked from behind her to next to her and leaned against the marble island. "stressful. overwhelming. busy. i don't know how i'm gonna do it..." she rubs her temples with a groan. "don't over work yourself, ma. you got this, you always do." gio rubs his moms shoulder softly and flashed her a smile. a smile that made her feel better and made her smile.

"i know it's just that i wanna do as much as i can for this project. i've worked my ass off for years for this to finally happen and i'm so close. only a few more months of ridiculous amount of stress then i'll have my own clothing line." a weak smile formed on her lips, gio's heart swells at the sight. he knows how much his mom has been wanting this but he also knows how much she can overwork herself.

"isn't dad helping you with any of it? he said he would, right?" gio asked with his mother with hope as she took another sip of her water. "uh yeah. he is but there's certain things he can't help with." she gave her son a tight smile laced with lies.

truth is mattia hadn't even talked to sara about her huge project that she has been working on for over a year now. he thinks his wife can do it herself because of how strong she is but little did he know how weak she was getting from handling everything by herself. she was never the one to ask for help but this time she did ask for help from her husband but his answer?

"you're being dramatic"

so she never asked again and instead asked her close friends who were of course open to help with anything she needed. she knew that the kids had brought up the project while they talked to mattia recently either at dinner or something similar. and being the good father mattia is he had to lie because he knew if his kids found out their parents weren't helping each other out then they'd question why and jump to conclusions which leads to arguments and picking "sides".

"oh yeah. i've been helping her with scheduling everything and keeping the tabloids updated. she's not as stress thanks to me."

sara would just simply nod and give a small nod to the kids and glare at mattia who just rolled his eyes at her.

"like what?" gio asked. "it's personal business stuff, g. don't worry about it, okay? i'll be fine. but did your dad take you guys out for breakfast like he said he would?" she changed the subject with a smile.

gio avoided eye contact with her which she automatically meant no.

"h-he just forgot. that's all." he stuttered a bit. sara tried to remain as calm as she could. she didn't want to lash out in front of her baby and took a mental note to talk to mattia tonight about not taking the kids out for breakfast.

"you don't have to lie to me, ya know? i won't get mad at him." she sighed and gave her son a reassuring look. "when i woke up this morning he wasn't here. he sent me a text as well saying that something came up and he had to go meet up with his manager for a gig." he simply explains. "so i made breakfast for us instead and lunch too. he sent us money for post mates but i was just mad-" he stopped himself from venting to his mother about his father.

"i didn't use the money. that's all." he shrugs as sara looks at him with sympathy.

"he promised me that he'd try hard for us. to try being more involved... why would he lie?" gio claps his hands together. "sometimes work gets in the way of things, honey. trust me if he could clear his schedule for a whole week just to be with us he would, okay?" the fact that sara was defending mattia wasn't something she wanted to do.

she had to because she didn't want her son to think bad about his own father, she was trying to protect at least both of them.

after their little conversation sara made dinner while the kids were being entertained by the activities they were doing before she got home. as sara looked over at the clock, she sighed.

it was seven o' clock and mattia still wasn't home. usually he'd send his wife a text saying that he was going to be home late but when sara checked her phone she had no new messages. the kids were now sitting at the table with their mother. she sneaked a quick text to mattia before eating with her babies.

sara: are you on your way yet?

she got no response after she sent it. she called twice and still nothing. she was beyond livid at this point. first, he didn't take the kids out for the day, then he doesn't respond to her text or calls her back? this was the third time this month that this occurred. she didn't show it but she was pissed off at dinner and while she tucked this kids into bed.

"is daddy gonna tuck me in too?" ellie asked as she held onto her stuffed giraffe. "yes, baby. of course. when he gets home i'll tell him to come and give you a kiss, okay?" sara's soft voice said as she placed a strand of hair behind her ear. ellie simply smiled at her mother.

"goodnight, angel. te amo." sara kisses ellie's nose. "buenas noches, mommy. te amo mas." the two giggled. once sara finishes tucking in her kids, she goes to her bathroom to take a shower. she then changed into some house shorts and one of mattia's shirts that fit her like a dress.

she went to the living room and ate ice cream as she watched good girls. without even knowing it, she fell asleep on the couch. she was woken up by someone whispering her name softly and rubbing her cheek gently with their palm.

she opened her eyes to see mattia with a smile. oh how much she wanted to wipe that stupid smile off his stupid face.

"did you make dinner?" he questions her. "yeah. we ate already so i put your plate in the fridge. now if you excuse me i'm going to bed." she was too tired to deal with him right now. she would have to be up bright and early tomorrow for meetings and such so she just didn't want to argue with her husband right now.

she got up from the couch and tried walking away but mattia reached out for her hand to stop her.

"you guys didn't wait for me? what happened to family dinners?" he asks with a pout as he held her hand. she quickly glanced at the clock on the wall for a time check.

2:34 a.m.

"i was not gonna wait till now to eat with you and neither were the kids, mattia. family dinners means that everyone has to be here at reasonable times." she sighs and glares at him. "where were you anyways, mattia? it's past midnight and you barely got home." she questions quickly and changed the subject.

"i was out. it's not a big deal, babe." he scoffs at her.

"not a big deal? if it's not a big deal then why can't you tell me where you were?" she remarked quickly and crossed her arms over her chest.

mattia gives her a look, as if she was crazy or something. all she wanted to know was where he was at, what was so hard about that?

he started walking to the kitchen, sara quickly followed him.

"sara, i've had a long day. please don't start with me right now..." he huffs as he opens the fridge and grabs his plate of cold food. "says the guy who comes home late smelling like alcohol and cigarettes." she looks at him from across the island.

"i didn't do shit! all i did was go to a bar with alejandro and alvaro after i finished my meetings. they drank but i didn't because i knew you'd react like this and treat me like some kid!" he was getting frustrated with her at this point, he showed it by banging his fist on the island. his breath reeked of alcohol so she was even more pissed off that he was lying to her about drinking.

"all i wanted to do was come home to my wife and kids. a nice home cooked meal and after the kids go to bed and we all settle down, maybe some good sex with my wife but i can't have that can't i? ever since you've gotten this attitude all you ever do is complain! you're on bitch mood twenty four seven, sara!" he was now raising his voice at her.

sara had no energy to argue with him right now. literally nothing left. she had a long day, she just wanted to sleep. she looked at him with tired eyes, she scanned his facial expression and saw the anger he always had all of a sudden now. right now she ignored it and walked away, but he didn't let her.

"where the fuck are you going?" he turned her around a little bit too rough. "to bed, mattia! i'm too tired to deal with your bullshit right now." she stated as she tried not to yell at him.

"whatever. go ahead, walk away. that's all you're good at since you can't do anything right. you definitely can't be a good wife." his words felt like knives. she felt like her heart was getting stabbed completely, over and over again.

she walked off, pretending that what he just said didn't phase her and went upstairs quietly so she wouldn't wake the kids.

little did she know, gio was hiding behind a pillar near the stairs where he heard everything.

she went to the room which she shared with her "husband" and jumped into bed. she laid in bed for a minute, thinking about what mattia said. his words repeating in her head like that one song that could never get out of your head.

"you definitely can't be a good wife."

those venomous words scared her pretty much. she couldn't believe he said that... why would he say that? was she really not a good wife? what was she doing that made her so horrible to him? was it the kisses? was it her cooking? was it her looks? was it the sex? the constant need of having him around? what was it?

whatever it was made her feel like she wasn't good enough which was not the case.

sara was always good enough.

she cried herself to sleep that night. and hours later she felt his presence next to her body, his arms wrapped around her keeping her warm but it didn't make her feel loved like it usually did. no, she had a different feeling. she felt like she was in bed with a stranger. why was she feeling this way? shouldn't she be happy that he was still willing to sleep in the same bed with her?

all the questions she thought of made her feel more insecure, not about herself but about her marriage with the man she loved so much. the last thing she wanted was to lose him, it would ruin her.

she hopes for an apology of some sort. perhaps a date to make it up, she'd be willing to forgive him. she knows he lied about not drinking, mattia could never say no to not have a beer or three with the boys. he wasn't thinking straight, she knows her husband too well.

he just didn't want to admit that he was drinking because he didn't want to feel more guilt than he was already feeling since he missed out on dinner.

so the next morning she was woken up by the smell of pancakes and bacon. she went downstairs and saw gio and mattia cooking at the stove, auggie and ellie coloring on the table while luke looked sleep deprived as he walked into the kitchen with his mom.

"morning, amor." mattia walks over to her holding a plate of stacked pancakes with all the works. he bends down a bit to kiss her oh so sweetly, they both smile into the kiss. "i handled everything you needed to do today so we can all spend quality family time and to start off the day i thought of making breakfast." he hands her the plate where she takes it and sits at the table. once everyone is served the all began to eat.

"you have to cook more, pop. these smack!" auggie speaks as he licks his lips. "maybe i will." mattia laughs as he looks over at his son. "how'd you sleep, ma?" gio asked simply. the way he asked her sounded like he knew something (which he did since he heard what his father told his mom last night) but no one thought too much of it.

"good, baby." she lied with a smile. gio could tell that she was lying but he wasn't going to confront her about eavesdropping on her and mattia.

they all ate breakfast in peace and with joy. gio couldn't stop looking at his mom and dad. especially, his mom since she seemed so happy. didn't mattia's drunk words hurt her? was she really pretending that nothing happened between her and her husband? he couldn't believe she was still protecting mattia after what he told her.

"what's up with you?" luke nudges his older brother's elbow slightly. "what?" was gio's response. "you keep on staring at mom. i get that she's beautiful but it's starting to look weird now. quit it." luke let out a dry chuckle after he spoke.

gio just rolled his eyes and finished his breakfast. once the family finished eating they were told to get ready for a day out. mattia said that he'd be taking them out to the carnival since it happened to be in town.

"hey, can we talk?" mattia closed the door behind him as he walked into his bedroom. sara was sitting at her vanity deciding what necklace to wear that she had in her jewelry box.

"yeah, what's up?" she nods and turns her body to face him. he sits in the edge of their bed as she sat across from him in her spinning stool.

"first off, i want to apologize for last night. i know i should've gave you a heads up about dinner and coming home late. yes, i did drink and i didn't mean any of what i said. i was drunk and stupid. i'm sorry, mamas." he gave a look filled with guilt and he really didn't mean those things that he told her last night.

"tia... i accept your apology, okay? you just had me worried because you weren't texting or calling me back. and i just had a stressful day overall yesterday." she sighed. "i know, baby. you shouldn't be overworking yourself either. i also took the liberty of organizing all of your meetings and handling the little things for your project. i know you've wanted this for the longest time and i hate to see you so worrisome about the little things, babe. i wanted to help you." he explains which made her heart feel a certain way. only he was able to give her that feeling as crazy as it sounds.

"i really do have the best husband in the world, huh?" she giggles. "and i have the best wife ever. being all sexy and shit." he winks at her which makes her blush.

"come give me a kiss." he adds and she obeys. she gets up from her chair and straddles mattia's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and plays with his hair. she dips her head down, he catches her lips with his own. the kiss was soft and sweet, all of their worries seemed to wash away. almost as if all their problems went away as well... boy were they in for it.

[randaccidents]

Eyes on You

When I said the holidays fuel me, I said the holidays fuel me.

Second fic of the week! I’m returning to my initial speed whoops. Don’t expect this to last though, school is coming for me.

So here we have a fic that combines canon and my own headcanon (that might become canon who knows Imma keep writing it like that)

SO ENTITIES AM I RIGHT? THEY ARE BUTTS AND SOME SHADOWS WOULD LIKE TO AGREE

Shadow People AU belongs to @mine-sara-sp who is lovely

TW: Watchers, emotional manipulation, intrusive thought, intrusive mind things, mild panic attack (I might have missed things please let me know if I did)

I’m back on my angst bullshit, and someone cares more than they show it.

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Raven, don't you miss us?

3D paused, dropping the poppy in his hand. Was that?

He looked up at his surroundings, eyes widening in recognition. This was near the first portal, the one he made to connect to the Watchers, the one he didn't… deactivate…

Oh.

Come back to us, you need us.

3D found his feet moving without permission, pivoting to point towards-

No. He dug in his heels. He remembered what they had made him - asked him? - to do when he was Puzzler. He didn't want to hurt anyone like that again.

But you weren't hurting anyone Raven. You were helping in your own way. They just could not understand.

3D slapped his hands over his ears, hoping to block out the voices. He couldn't just leave, his friends were here!

Were we not once your friends Raven?

He mimed the action of swallowing, feeling as though the air was too thick to move through. He could feel his wings fluttering hummingbird-fast on his back, although whether from fear or excitement he didn't know.

Reaching out a hand, he felt for the nearest tree. He felt the rough, bumpy bark, let it ground him in the now and hold him in place. He took a deep, unnecessary breath, remembering what Chamomile had taught him. In, out, in, out, in-

Come now Raven, have we ever done anything bad to you? You were a valuable part of our collective mind.

His breath jolted. The hivemind. He had forgotten about it, how safe it felt to be surrounded by others, sharing thoughts and feelings.

Now, it was just him alone in his head, no echoing voices giving him instructions and encouragement.

The voices speaking to him now had a context to be compared to, and he could pick up familiar threads amidst the words despite being out of practise. They were from his original hivemind. They had been with him.

He missed them.

You are so alone, small in this world that hates you, Raven. Come to us, and we will fill your mind once again.

He took a stumbling step.

He-

We can share with you what you've lost.

He blinked.

Before him, hidden amidst the foliage, a singular portal shone bright purple. He could feel the whispers of his hivemates pressing against his mind. His wings shifted in the light. If he just took those last few steps, he would be reunited with them.

But he was so scared of what would happen if he went back to them.

We will accept you, of course. Come home to us Raven.

He took one step forward.

A voice, a real voice, filtered through the trees. He stopped, tilting his head to listen.

Ignore that, you are so close to us Raven. Just a few more steps.

“3D!”

He took a step-

Backward.

Raven?

And another.

And another.

Until he could no longer see the purple glow of the portal.

And he stood there, wings shifting with the leaves, unsure of where to go.

“3D, that’s where you went.”

A gentle hand on his shoulder turned him around, bringing him face to face with Tripwire. He hurried to plaster an unassuming smile on his face. It wouldn't do to make his friend worried after all!

Raven, you're making us worried.

"Hi Trip! What are you looking for me for?" He forced out cheerfully, shoving the voices of the hivemind aside. Trip's face showed how unconvinced he was by 3D's act, yet he carried on as though this was just another conversation. "Mostly, I was looking for someone less feral to hang out with. It's Red's explosion day today."

It was? He must have lost track of time somehow, last he checked explosion day wasn't for another two days. Missing the flash of concern that crossed Trip's face, he smiled up at his friend. "Well, you found me! What do you want to do now?"

He could see the concern practically bloom on Trip's face now, no longer hidden, and he had to clutch a hand behind his back under his still wings. He made a mistake, his normal persona would have suggested an activity, not ask Trip. He was worrying him now.

You're worrying us too Raven. Please, just come home.

"Weren't you trying to leave poppies for everyone?"

Trip's voice cut through his dark thoughts, giving him something to hold onto in the winds. Remembering his plan with the poppies, he quickly perked up. "Oh! Yes, I was! Could you help me Trip? I still have to find the more elusive shadows!"

Ever efficient, Trip simply used his hand to turn him around, unintentionally turning them away from the portal. At his touch, the whispers died down. "We need poppies first. Certainly you know where to find them?"

3D bounced on the soles of his feet, wings pulling up in excitement, his earlier struggle forgotten in his plans and the leaving of the hivemind. "Of course I do! But how are we going to find the others?"

He felt a hand lightly comb through his now-fluttering wings, gently dislodging a few loose feathers. "Tell me who you're missing and I'll give you information."

3D tilted his head back to give Trip a grin, all smiles once more. "Come on then!" he exclaimed, quickly turning back to bound ahead.

Trip looked down at his clenched fist. Loosening his grip, he let the purple feathers he had teased from 3D's wings fall to the ground. The whispers were strong here, no wonder 3D was so out of it.

"Trip! Come on come on come on! We gotta go get those poppies!"

Raising a foot, he ground down on the feathers. They splintered and broke into tiny purple particles, broken portals drifting upwards. Satisfied at the destruction, Trip moved to follow 3D.

It wouldn't do to keep his friend waiting.

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I can give you more power… Your training is incomplete...

Cavalier sighed, leaning back against the tree. Looks like the whispers had decided to be more than background noise in the back of his mind again. Pat raised her head from his lap, confusedly woofing at him, but he ignored her. Mentally, he moved inwards.

Listen to me, Cavalier

He growled low in the back of his throat. Oh no, he is not going to listen. It had taken him way too long to realise that these voices he’s heard since the war were not just his thoughts. When he’d told Paladin, they’d pulled him straight to Wels. A few hours of lectures and crying about the dangers of entities in your head was enough to drive the point home.

But he didn’t know how to get them out of his head. They'd been with him for as long as he’d had the feather-

...this gift that I give to you…

-and he was too scared of what he would be without it.

You’re part of the Empire now, and I will teach you all that you need to know.

Digging deeper, he tried to find that hook, the one that he had been practising on finding. He shivered slightly at the memory. It might have been Wels, who he trusted, but Vex magic was so cold.

It was also completely unlike the whispering brushing through his mind.

How’s your training been Cavalier?

Where was that hook? He pulled further into himself, allowing himself to slip away from the real world. It was fine, the wolves were with him, and he could worry about what he missed when this problem was over.

Come here, Cavalier.

They were so much noisier today.

Cavalier, that is an order.

Why were they getting louder?

Get. Up. We are done being nice.

Unconsciously, he lifted his hands to press against his head, eyes shut tight. A small whine escaped his lips. This is new. They were dropping all pretense of speaking through his memories of Puzzler. His head hurt. Everything was only whispers now.

We’ve been helping you this entire time, giving you advice and observations. 

He mimed gritting his teeth, mentally pushing past the voices. It had to be here somewhere. Where was the hook?

Have you forgotten your training, soldier? Stand up, there is a portal nearby. Come to us and we can finish your training.

What- training? He was finished with his training, the war was over, there was no need for-

That is not the training we are talking about. This one will make you powerful. Now, come to the portal.

Portal? There was none left, 3D had taken dow-

There is one left. The first.

An image flashed across his mind. Purple light mixing with jungle leaves, Puzzler turning to face him with a smile, a broken portal-

His back hurt, two lines vertically down along the middle. He clenched his hands tighter around his head.

He was scared.

You know where to go Cavalier. Now come.

He shook his head desperately. No no no, he didn’t want to go anywhere, he wanted to stay here with his family and friends and wolves and-

Cavalier.

No no no-

Cavalier

Shut up shut up shut UP-

“Cavalier?”

A hand on his shoulder made the voices all the louder, and he flinched backwards. Eyes snapping open, he stared paralyzed into 3D’s concerned eyes. Shakily, he tried to give 3D a smile, reassure him, anything other than concern. He wasn’t worth that concern.

You’ve sworn your loyalty to him. Act like it. Don’t show weakness.

Both of them flinched at the sentence, but neither noticed the other’s reaction.

Another pair of arms touched him, separating him from 3D. Distantly, he realised that Pat was no longer in his lap. Through the whispers, Cavalier could hear someone telling 3D something, then footsteps moving away. He looked down as the person kneeled down before him, keeping his hands away from his body. 

He was grateful for that. He didn’t know if he could handle another person’s touch right now.

Weak. But no matter. We can make you stronger.

“Can I touch your hands Cavalier?”

The voice was familiar. That was good right? He nodded his head.

Someone tugged at his hands. He loosened his death grip, let the person pull his hands from wherever they had gone. He still couldn’t hear anything outside the whispers. His back still ached.

He was still scared.

A hand waved in front of his face, prompting him to look up. He traced up the lines of a suit, over the moustache on the other’s face before he finally focused on the eyes, mentally grasping the familiar features close.

An ally. He should help you. Make him help you.

He flinched again at the words, hands tightening in Trip’s. Trip’s eyes hardened as he opened his mouth.

“Cavalier, can I tie your band more securely?”

Cavalier blinked. His band? The feather? But that was his most vulnerable spot, he shouldn’t let anyone nea-

And yet, Trip was the one to help tighten and adjust his favour back during the time of the Empire. Slowly, he nodded his consent.

To his shock, he saw Trip tease a golden thread from under the cuff of his sleeve, one that he recognised. Trip huffed at the look on his face. “Deleting the power didn’t delete the strings I had summoned. I managed to keep a few looms of small thread before it destroyed them all.”

Shakily, Cavalier took the information, processing and analysing and filing it away, as he always did. The whispers grew pleased.

Good, you remember your training then. Learn information, use it against them in the future, destroy them.

His next flinch coincided with Trip touching his arm. The other shadow looked at him questioningly, hand never moving from its spot on his arm. He was grateful for that safety, knowing that Trip wouldn't do anything to take his feather away.

Shakily, he nodded, and Trip's fingers began moving again. Deftly, with practised movements, Trip untied the knots of the makeshift band made up of gifts from those he loved. Blue, yellow and purple untwined from the central clasp, a dance of his ties, which was held down delicately by Trip's fingers. A familiar procedure, one they had done after rough scouting missions and harsh fights, for comfort, for camaraderie. He closed his eyes as Trip wound his own string into the band, joining the assortment of colours into one continuous thread.

He felt… calm now, the familiarity comforting him. Trip's fingers left light touches on his arm, soothing him further. He closed his eyes-

-and almost startled at how soft the voices were. Where once there was a rabble, now there was a more manageable mutter, not as overwhelming. Hesitantly, he sifted through his mind, finally finding the hook he'd practised so long to find. It wasn't in the same place as Wels' hook. He must have been too panicked to really feel it. With a sharp twist-pull, he dislodged the hook.

Instantly, all the voices became background whispers to the noise of his own mind, comfortably unable to speak to him, hopefully for a while. He was certain - no he knew that he wouldn’t be rid of them. He sighed, finally peaceful in his own mind. Feeling threads tighten to a comfortable degree around his left arm, he allowed his eyes to open.

He smiled up at Trip, not quite ready to speak yet, hoping his expression was enough to convey his message. Thankfully, Trip seemed to catch his thanks. The shadow stood, brushing off his pants legs before holding a hand out to him. “3D is looking after your wolves. Let’s go grab them before he’s overrun by the fluff.”

Giggling, he took hold of Trip’s hand, letting the other shadow haul him to his feet. His heart felt light after that entire experience, and being able to hang out with old pals sounded like fun. The other shadow placed a hand on his back, lightly rubbing circles where the lines of pain had been, pushing him towards the clearing where 3D was being assaulted by affectionate wolves.

Cavalier didn’t notice the fading purple glow from under the clasp, or the faint image of wings fade away from his back.

But someone else did, a hand clenching into a fist.

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Closing the entrance contraption behind him, Trip made his way over to his planning desk. Grabbing a quill, he began to angrily scribble messy, half-made plans and words into the first book he got his hands on.

Those Watchers, he had heard them again today. Not just once, but twice. He narrowed his eyes, strokes written bolder and harsher than before. He hated how they tried to twist others to their needs, hated how the entities twisted everyone for their own entertainment.

Sketching out one final plan, he threw down the quill and read over his angry scribbles. One day, he will find a way to punch an entity.

And when that day comes, they will regret ever hurting anyone.

 Especially his friends.

[cocoflavoredd]

I Would For You

Written by: Bundle of Sunshine

Word count: 1.53k

Summary: The ragtag team of heroes finally all have a night off from saving their worlds and they decide to go to the alien bar on Kara's world so Kara could get drunk (Barry too with Cisco's serum). It's karaoke night, and Kara sings an original song she wrote for a certain Emerald Archer.

Kara looked at her group with a soft smile on her face. J'onn and Ray Palmer were sitting at a table just behind the pool table talking, probably about aliens. Sara Lance, Alex, Amaya, and Thea Queen were by the pool table. Sara and Alex seemed to be in a game, and Thea looked to just be observing with a beer bottle in her hand. Near where she was seated were Jax, Clark Kent, Nate, Winn, James, and Cisco laughing at a joke one of them had said. Barry, Oliver, Iris, Caitlin, Mick, John, Lois Lane, and Felicity were sitting at a table just shy of the center of the room, talking and laughing. Dinah, Rene, and Curtis were nowhere to be found, they were probably exploring the city. 

They recently finished defeating Nazis from another earth that were after her heart because the evil doppelganger version of herself who called herself Overgirl was dying because of too much solar radiation. Oliver, her sister, and a few of the other heroes had been captured and sent to Earth-X, where a lot had happened she didn't know. She had been told that Oliver had played the part of DarkArrow and in the fight that had broken out between the hero's and Nazis Professor Stein had been killed. Oliver's doppelganger, DarkArrow, and Overgirl were married and it had made Kara uneasy. Not because the thought of dating or marrying Oliver was a bad one, but because she was scared of losing him.

That had been a whole whirlwind of emotions she hadn't wanted to handle. It was also definitely an experience. Not a good one for sure, but an experience for the history books of Earth-1. She shivered slightly at the thought and looked down at the beer bottle in her hand. It was a special beer, one that could make her drunk if she so wished. She was waiting to get drunk until after she sang her song when it was her turn to go up onto the stage as it was karaoke night. Kara had written the song with the thought of Oliver Queen in mind. She had been slightly nursing her beer for a while though.

Speaking of Oliver Queen, she had been wanting to talk to him. They had, as one would say, a moment when they were sparring after the rehearsal dinner to blow off some anger and steam. Kara had still been heartbroken over Mon-El being married to Imra and Oliver was upset that Felicity had yelled a loud "No!" to him in front of everyone at the rehearsal dinner when he proposed.

**Flashback**

Kara finally managed to get Oliver pinned to the mats in the gym they were in and was getting ready to get up when she felt him playing with the tips of her hair. She had somehow managed to straddle his hips completely when she took him down and looked down at him from her place on top of him. She smiled at him and Oliver smiled back at her. She shook her head and made a move to stand up, but he grabbed onto her hips gently before she could move. She looked down at him curiously with a raised eyebrow.

He looked back up at her with a fire in his usually light blue eyes and she saw the dark ones that replaced them. Before she knew it was happening he was kissing her. She placed her hands on his cheeks kissing him back for all of a minute before she realized what was happening. She quickly pulled away from him and stood up.

"Kara," Oliver said,  "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize what I was doing. You were just so beautiful at the moment and all I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss you." He told her and she looked down at her hands.

She then looked up at him and he saw tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry Oliver, I really am. But I can't do this. Not again." She reluctantly pulled her hands away from his and flew to Joe's, where she thought it over and realized that she and made a mistake leaving Oliver, and instead picked back up one of her favorite pass times, writing songs. She wrote one about her feelings for Oliver.

**End of Flashback**

She got up, wishing to go talk to Sara, Alex, Amaya, and Thea. She wasn't paying attention to her surroundings, lost in her thoughts, and walked right into someone as she turned to walk to the pool table to go join the girls.

She looked up, an apology on the tip of her tongue, and saw Oliver Queen looking down at her with a look she couldn't quite decipher. "Oh! Hi Oliver! I wasn't watching where I was going! My bad, I was distracted."  She babbled and when she saw the look of amusement cross over his face and she blushed deeply.

"I'm sorry." She said, finally managing to get her thoughts together and Oliver nodded at her with a soft smile. "It's alright. I was heading over to the pool table, is that where you are going?" He asked her and she nodded. "Yeah." He held out one of his hands, the one without a beer bottle in it, wanting her to take it. She looked down at his hand, then at his face, and then sighed softly and took it, interlacing their fingers.

Kara and Oliver walked over to the group of girls, who were looking at them smirking. "What?" Kara asked, and Alex shook her head, trying horribly to hide her smirk. "Nothing." She said and Sara and Thea started sniggering at the comment. Amaya was just full-out laughing.

"Kara Danvers is up next with an original song of her own everyone!" Someone yelled from the stage and Oliver looked down at the blushing Kara and smiled at her. "Go on," He ushered and Kara nodded, letting his hand go and walking up to the stage. Everyone in Kara's group had their attention now on her.

She stood behind the mic and a guitar twang started as she started to sing.

I wouldn't let down my walls

I wouldn't let myself fall

I wouldn't risk it all on love again

I wouldn't pick up the phone

I wouldn't drive through the night

I wouldn't answer the door at 3 a.m.

No, I wouldn't, no

But I would for you

Give you all of my time

Lay my heart on the line

I'd even walk through a fire

I would for you

Be the strong when you're weak

Be the truth you believe

Be the more than you need

I would for you

I would for you

As Kara sang, she looked at Alex who gave her a nod of assurance. For the rest of the song, her eyes stayed on Oliver, hoping he would get the message the song was about him.

I wouldn't dare hold my breath

For as good as it gets

Bet on all I have left so easy

I wouldn't drop all my plans

I wouldn't lie to my friends

No, I've never done that

But I would for you

Give you all of my time

Lay my heart on the line

I'd even walk through a fire

I would for you

Be the strong when you're weak

Be the truth you believe

Be the more than you need

I would for you

I would for you

Grinning when Oliver walked closer to her, stopping at the edge of the stage, a full grin on the Archer's face, Kara was happier than ever. She slowly made her way to the edge of the stage where he was staring and finished out the song with a soft smile on her lips.

What can I say

I'm not that way

But something's changed

'Cause I would for you

I'd even walk through a fire

I would for you

Give you all of my time

Lay my heart on the line

Even walk through fire

I would for you

Be the strong when you're weak

Be the truth you believe

Be the more than you need

I would for you

You

I would for you

Baby, I would for you

Everything around Kara and Oliver went away as the two focused on each other. Kara quickly put the mic back on the stage and raced back to Oliver, who held his arms out. Without anything being said, she jumped from the stage straight into Oliver's strong arms. Her arms around his neck and his arms around her waist. He was spinning her around in circles and grinning at her. "I would do anything for you Oliver. Thank you for putting love back into my heart." She whispered to him quietly and she pulled back just slightly from the hug. He set her down on her feet and they cupped each other's cheeks, as they kissed.

"Angel, I'm not a Kryptonian, but you are my kryptonite." He whispered as they pulled back. She grinned up at him and he picked her up spinning her around again, this time happily laughing.