#until i redid it tonight

[curiosity-killed]

good morning, gege~

[ALT ID: A digital illustration of Hua Cheng from TGCF laying in a messy bed, smiling somewhat smugly.]

[bitemybutt]

Desperate

Law x Reader NSFW!

Y'all, I wrote this at work, in between work, and in bed all on my phone so it is NOT proofread. But I just had to get this out of my head. Also this is pure smut, so no plot really. Hope yall enjoy!! Let me know what you think! MDNI!

WARNINGS: Female reader, dominate Law, female and male receiving oral, mentions of masterbation, saliva, vaginal penatration, fingering, light choking, hand necklace, aftercare, cuddling, SMUT, PURE FILTHY SMUT

Law had been desperate for a few things in his life, but a woman in any sort of romantic capacity was not one of them.

He may have enjoyed the touch of a woman every now and then...but he was never desperate for it.

That was, until you came along.

He wasn't sure when his need for you began, but it was slow, building over the two years you had been with the crew. He tried dismissing it, but soon his quick glances turned into lingering gazes, and innocent thoughts became blurred with visions of you bare before him.

Law knew that if he got his hands on you now, he would ruin you, and he would enjoy every last minute of it.

And that's where he found himself tonight: sat at his desk mind wandering to you. His paperwork was nearly finished and yet he couldn't focus anymore. You were always there, in the front of his mind. Law closed his eyes and leaned his head back against his chair. Your image was burned into his eyelids. And the thoughts came rushing in. He imagined what your nails would feel like digging into his skin, and what you would look like with disheveled hair and blown pupils, tears staining those pretty little cheeks as you beg to be fucked again.

Goddammit, he was losing his mind.

He wanted you...needed you, and yet he hadn't made any indication of such for fear of scaring you away.

He needed release and he found himself reaching for the button of his suddenly tight jeans. It would have to do, and had for some time now. Law nearly had himself free when a knock came at his door.

He gritted his teeth and redid the button and zipper. Who was coming to his door at this hour? He made his way to the door and opened it.

"What is it?" he grumbled before looking down. And then his eyes met yours. His breath nearly hitched at the sight before him. There you stood, hair tumbling around your face and cheeks tinged pink from embarrassment.

His eyes trailed down and saw that you were only wearing an oversized t-shirt, accentuating your plush thighs.

"Captain, I'm really sorry to bother you. I know it's late but I...I can't sleep. I've tried everything but my mind won't quiet. Do you have any medicine I could take? Or a tea? Anything really so long as I can sleep."

Law considered for a moment and opened the door more. He certainly could think of some ways to help you sleep...

"Come in," he gestured into the room.

As you slipped inside Law made his way to a bookshelf in the corner of his room where he kept specific medicines for sleep.

"Is this a normal occurance, y/n-ya?"

You didn't want to admit it, but it had been and you knew exactly what...or rather who the problem was. He was standing in the room with you.

"Yes. But tonight has been unbearable. I--" you stopped for a moment to consider your next words, "I feel like I'm losing it, Law..."

He stopped at the sound of his name spilling from your lips. You never called him that and he was in part glad for it, because he knew it would only add fuel to his burning desire for you. How many times had he imagined what his name would sound like as you cried it out?

When he turned around he saw you leaning against his closed door, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. When had the door shut? The room suddenly felt too small. Too hot. Focus Law, he told himself as he made his way back to you with two pills in hand. He held his hand out and dropped them into you open palm.

"Take these with a glass of water and you should fall asleep within thirty minutes." He tried sounding professional to cover for the fact that his heart was beginning to beat wildly in his chest.

You should have said "thank you" and left, but instead the words spilled out of your mouth before you could stop them, "Law...do you...have you ever had thoughts about someone that has...kept you up at night?" Your cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink and in that moment he knew exactly what you meant.

"What exactly is this about, y/n?" He played dumb but found himself stepping closer to you.

You looked up at him, forcing yourself to face the man that had been causing you so many sleepless nights. So many nights of feeling the warm slickness pool between your thighs. But then you lost your courage only to mumble, "it's stupid, nevermind."

But Law wasn't having it. He was moving closer still and you could feel your cheeks begin to burn hotter. "Law...?"

"Who's been keeping you so bothered?" his voice came out low and husky. He had tunnel vision. You were all he could see now and he was losing himself to you.

He placed a tattooed hand on the door beside your head and gazed down into those big doe eyes.

Your breath caught and you could feel heat beginning to build in your lower stomach. He was so close. So close now that if you leaned in you could kiss him. But instead, he moved in so that his lips were by your ear. "Who?" he whispered, and you inhaled sharply at the sensation that rolled through your body, the pills in your hand falling to the floor.

"You..." you choked out and now your whole body felt flush with embarrassment. But it was short lived because Law's lips were now on yours and his body moved to press you fully against the door.

He had finally snapped the moment it left your lips and without truly thinking, for once in his life, he acted on instinct. His lips moved against yours, soft but hungry and when he felt you reciprocate he ran his tongue along your bottom lip so that you would part for him. His tongue dancing with yours sent a heat through your core and your knees felt weak. The hand that had been on the door moved to cup your face and his other hand moved to your waist feeling the curve of your hip. His hand made its way down to the hem of your shirt where he then slipped under and gripped at your bare skin.

You were melting in his hands and you could feel your head begin to swim, your arousal apparent by the wetness you felt growing between your legs. You pulled away and looked up at him seeing nothing but hunger in his eyes. Oh, he would be your undoing. You would give him anything he asked of you. It took him no time to press his lips against the sensitive part of your neck and he trailed his tongue up to your ear.

"The things I want to do to you, y/n-ya."

A small moan escaped your lips and the heavenly sound was met with a low growl.

Your legs felt like jello. You were sure you soaked through your panties at this point.

"Then do them..." you were breathless as you looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. And then you were being picked up, your legs wrapping around his waist so naturally as if you had done this a million times. He moved you to his bed and laid you down, your shirt riding up exposing your stomach.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked as he hovered just above you. His hand was on your stomach and sliding further up until he reached your breast. His fingers moved to your stiff nipple where he gently pinched at it.

"Y-yes, Law..." you moaned softly.

He was so hard he could barely stand it. His cock was going to look so good shoved in that pretty mouth.

He moved to slide your shirt over your head and when he looked down at your bare chest he felt his cock twitch. Perfect peaks met him and he moved to grasp them, but then he felt your hands grasping at the buttons on his shirt. He let you work through them and when you got it off, you slid your hands over his tattooed chest.

You admired how beautiful his tattoos were and traced them for a moment. But then he grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head. His head dipped down to one of your breasts and he took your nipple in his mouth, sucking and rolling his tongue over it. You arched your back and a louder moan escaped your lips.

Law was starting to come undone with each moan that met his ears. He needed more. He needed to see that perfect pussy. He leaned back, releasing your hands and wasted no time in finding the elastic of your panties. He ran his finger teasingly along the band and watched you squirm.

"Tell me what you thought about when you touched yourself at night, y/n-ya"

Again your cheeks warmed and you looked to the side. Had he really known you played with yourself almost every night or was it a lucky guess?

"You, Law..."

His free hand grabbed your chin gently making you look at him.

"What exactly about me?" He wanted to hear the dirty details about your need for him. He pulled your panties down a little, trailing a finger further inside.

You supposed now was not the time to be shy, though it took you a few seconds to get it out.

"...Your hands...roaming my body, touching every inch of me. I-I thought about you slipping those pretty tattooed fingers inside of me." You felt your panties begin to slide down your thighs.

"And? I know there's more." Law was going to draw this out for as long as he could. His fantasies were coming to life before him.

"And your cock...filling me up. Pounding into me until I cant take anymore." The words coming from your mouth was pure exstasy to him. Your panties were now off and Law admired you for a moment before running a finger just above your folds.

"And do you think you deserve it?" he teased you as you moved your hips hoping his finger would slide further down. You were dripping onto his bedsheets.

One breathy "yes" from you and he ran two fingers along your slit and then inserted them into your warm and waiting cunt.

"Ah!" your eyes snapped shut and you arched into him. Was this really happening? You laying beneath Law, his fingers deep inside of you? He started slow, methodically pumping his fingers in and out but then he picked up speed and you let out a small gasp. Goddamn you were beautiful.

You grasped at the bedsheets and you tilted your head back when you felt him hit your sweet spot.

"L-law! Just like that" you cried out as he continued to hit it. If he kept going you were going to explode and cum all over his hand. Almost there.

But just before you could climax he abruptly pulled out his fingers and smirked. You collapsed and whined, your body shivering from the crash.

"Oh no, not yet," he purred as he put his soaked fingers up to your mouth. You opened obediently and he shoved them in, slickness met with saliva. Your lips closed around his fingers and you suckled at your own juices.

"Good girl," he crooned as he shoved them just a but further into your mouth causing you to drool. You made small whimpering noises and he pulled his fingers out. "Show me how you played with yourself," his mouth upturned into a wicked smile.

"Just like this..." your fingers moved to touch your clit, rubbing small circles and you let out a small moan as your other hand played with your nipples. He watched intently as he moved off of you and began working on getting his jeans off. He pulled them off with his briefs in one motion and your breath caught at the sight of his cock springing free.

Your mouth watered, and you stopped touching yourself to sit up. You needed him in your mouth now. You reached a hand out to grab it and ran it along the length of him admiring the softness of it. He let out a hiss at the touch and grabbed your chin and pulled your face forward. The tip of his cock coaxed your lips open and then your mouth. You flicked your tongue out and licked at the precum pooling at the tip and then put him in slowly, meeting his eyes.

Law stared into those big beautiful eyes full of lust and then in one motion shoved himself into your mouth. The size of him made you choke and he let out a moan at the sound. His moaning was music to you and encouraged you to begin bobbing and sucking at him. Your head moved slowly at first but the more you sucked the faster you got wanting to mouth fuck him until he came down your throat.

Law tilted his head back moving his hand from your chin and grabbing the hair at the back of your head. He pulled on it using it as leverage to shove himself into you.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" he teased, your chin glistening with drool. You answered by sucking harder, and he groaned. If you kept this up he was going to cum. You grew more fervent as he pulled your head back and pushed you back onto him. Your little noises were sending him to the edge.

"Mmm, you want me to cum in that naughty little mouth of yours?" his voice came out slightly shaky and you could tell he was going to bust.

"Mhmm," you nodded, your sucking becoming sloppy. He was covered in your spit the sight of which made you even wetter.

But then he pulled out of your mouth and let out a heavy sigh. Oh he was playing with you. You groaned and grabbed at him again, but he pushed you back onto your back his fingers back in your pussy, pumping hard and fast. You grabbed at his arms, your nails digging in. You were already close just from sucking him off, so it didn't take much to build to your climax.

You felt yourself peaking as your hips moves erratically against his hand.

"That's it, y/n-ya, cum for me" he whispered, hooking the tips of his fingers inside you and wiggling them back and forth. It was your undoing as your walls constricted and you cried out.

"Ahhh, Law! Yes, ah yes!"

The aftershock went through your entire body but he wasn't pulling out. Instead, he began wiggling his fingers again and dipped his head down, his tongue meeting your clit.

"Oh I'm not done with you," he said in between licks. Your legs began to shake and you grasped at his hair as he built you back up. Your clit was so sensitive now that each lick and suckle made you jolt and coupled with his fingers you felt yourself peaking again.

"Oh fuck!" You were almost there.

One more suckle against your clit and you were crashing around him again. Your fingers grasped his hair harder as you rode out your climax.

"That's my good girl," he said against your soaked cunt. When he pulled his fingers out he ran his tongue in between his fingers, cleaning up the grool and cum that covered them. The very sight was erotic to you.

Law still wasn't done with you though. He was going to stuff you to brim with his swollen cock. He wanted to feel your overstimulated pussy clenching around him.

He positioned himself at your entrance, his tip just brushing your clit which made you cry out. It was so sensitive now that it almost hurt.

"Fuck me, Law" you begged him, your body thrumming with the high of your climaxes. You weren't sure if you could make it through another one, but you were going to. You needed him inside of you.

"Begging for my cock?" he ran a finger down your cheek and smirked. His tip was poking at your entrance.

"Please...please fuck me," you begged again, spreading your legs wider for him.

"Since you've been so good, I'll let you have it." And then he pushed into you, going all the way to the hilt.

"Fuck Law!"

He was in pure bliss finally feeling your walls squeezing around him. He thought he never would. And you crying out his name only made him thrust harder.

You were so overwhelmed with stimulation that you could feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes but you didn't want him to stop. You were almost in a trance.

Law had his one hand on your hip, his other hand made its way to your throat. He wrapped his fingers around your throat applying light pressure. You didn't even realize how good it would feel but you enjoyed every second of it as he pounded you.

Law looked into your eyes, and there it was. Just as he had imagined: lust-blown eyes, with tears beginning to streak your cheeks. It was better than he imagined actually. You completely fucked out and spent.

The sight was going to make him cum. He wanted to fill you with his seed. He began pumping faster and his moans mingled with yours. You were going to cum again.

"Fuck, look how pretty you look with my cock buried in your pussy." His thrusts were hungry now, filled with need.

"Law...fuck Law, yes...yes" you could only whisper because you were so spent.

The hand Law had on your throat squeezed just a bit tighter as he reached the edge of his climax. "Fuck," he groaned, he was there. One more thrust and his head fell back.

"Fuck, y/n-ya!" At the same time, waves of pleasure hit you and your pussy spasmed around his cock. His orgasm was strong sending pulses to his cock and warm spurts of cum filled you up. When he pulled out he watched as his seed dripped out of you. What a sight.

The hand that had been on your throat moved to cup your cheek and you nuzzled into it. "Law..." you breathed. You reached up, covering his hand with your own.

"That was amazing," you rubbed his hand.

"You were perfect," he smiled and you thought you would do anything to see that smile more often.

He rolled off of you and went to the bathroom. When he returned he handed you a damp washcloth. You gave him a small smile and cleaned yourself up. When you were done, he took it from you and then crawled in the bed beside you. He laid his arm out, a request for you to move into closer. You snuggled into him, laying your head on his warm chest.

You felt the sleepiness begin the set in. And your eyes began to flutter closed. "Thank you," you managed to get out.

"For what?" he asked as he rubbed small circles across your shoulder.

"For helping me sleep."

He chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"The pleasure was all mine."

But you didn't hear him because sleep had taken you, so he snuggled into you and let sleep claim him too.

[snowyquokka]

DRAINED

bf felix x gn reader

cw: hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of anxiety, stress, crying, fluff (maybe?), swearing, overworked felix, shitty grammar

wc: 0.6k

a.n - my first attempt at hurt/comfort. did i do well? <3

dont hate me but i think i prefer writing angst rather than anything else

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Felix sighs and all but throws himself on top of you as you sit on the couch. “Hi, baby.” you giggle as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

“What’s the matter, Sunshine?” you say as you run your fingers through his soft blonde hair.

“Exhausted, overwhelmed, sad,” he lists against your neck. You always feel bad when he comes home from the studio or after he’s toured. Your boyfriend is constantly tiring himself, working as hard as he possibly can. You wish he would take care of himself once in a while. Felix says that’s what you’re for anyways.

You press a kiss to his temple and hum.

“Why are you sad, love?” He sighs and snuggles closer to you.

“I kept fucking up my part. Redid it five times.” you can feel him pout. Another example of him pushing himself to his limits is when he frustrates himself to the point where nothing satisfies him. He could go hours with many fantastic takes but will insist on retrying it until it’s absolutely perfect.

“I’m sure you did amazing,” Felix squeezes you tighter and inhales deeply.

“‘m sorry,” he says, breaking the comfortable silence. You pull back enough to be able to see his face. He has no makeup on, his freckles on full display. Sometimes when you’re bored you’ll pretend like they’re constellations and connect them in your head.

“Sorry for what, Lix?”

“For bothering you with this kinda stuff. It's not important and I don't want to worry you.” Your heart plummets down to the floor.

“Why wouldn’t it be important to me, love? If you’re upset, I’m upset. Your problems are mine.” you kiss his forehead softly. Felix shifts in your arms so he’s at eye level.

You hold his hands while you watch a single tear stream down his cheek. He immediately wipes it away and displays a small, but not reassuring, smile.

“Thank you,” he sniffles and leans his forehead against yours.

“Of course, Sunshine. I’m always going to be here.”

TWO DAYS LATER

You’re sitting in bed watching a random movie when your phone dings.

my only sunshine <3: im gonna be a little late tonight

my only sunshine <3: im sorry. i love you ❤️

you: its okay baby. let me know when ur on ur way !! i love you too

You sigh and lock your phone. It’s not like you’re mad at him or anything of that sort. It’s just difficult watching him drain himself again and again. No matter what you say, he always goes back to overworking himself.

Tears that you hadn’t noticed were brimming fall down your cheeks. You turn everything off and close your eyes, inhaling Felix’s scent from the pillows.

You wake to the sound of the front door closing and glance at the alarm clock,

5:08am

Fuck. Is he just getting home?

You climb out of bed and wander into the living room where you find your boyfriend sitting with his face in his hands, he immediately notices you. He had turned the small lamp in the corner on, allowing you to take in his disheveled state.

His long blonde hair tousled from his fingers being ran through it. His eyes bloodshot from what seemed like hours of crying and lack of sleep. His hands shake and his leg bounces up and down in an anxious manner.

“Baby?” you whisper with worry laced in your voice prompting Felix’s body to almost automatically rack with sobs. You quickly pull him into you and wrap your arms around his figure, the only sound present in the room being both of your cries blended together.

tags: @godslino

divider: @chaeneuu

[darkwing-katy]

So I’m trying to figure out how exactly I wanna post the LOST fic now that I’m actively revising it while rewatching the show. I’m only revising the episodes that we’ve watched so I don’t pull super far ahead and miss out on key details, and we’re watching two-three episodes at a time. We watch the episodes at night and then I revise the next day, but if I haven’t gotten to work on it, then I probably won’t want to watch multiple episodes because I don’t want to forget the little details.

An example of this is that I completely redid the beginning of the fic today for the first three episodes, then tonight, while we watched eps 4 & 5, I saw that I had still missed that Shannon was wearing a shiny pink jacket in the pilot. So that’ll be fixed tomorrow when I write, as well as scene set-ups and stuff.

Anywho, the thing I’m wondering is how do I wanna start posting this? Do I want to go a few episodes at a time? Wait until I’ve revised a whole season and then post the chapters associated with that season? Wait until it’s all completely done and THEN start posting it?

I don’t wanna be impatient about it and post stuff that isn’t ready to be seen yet. I care a heckuva lot about this fic that I’ve poured my little hyperfixated self into and I don’t wanna start posting until I know it’s ready.

Sooooo yeah. That’s where I’m at right now.

[likeadevils]

2010 Lover Diaries Transcripts

Feb 13, 2010- Adelaide, Australia

My horoscope said today someone new is going to come into the picture and change my life in an exciting way. PLUS, it’s the 13th. So it has to be true. Right? Right? Well, I don’t see it happening in the form of meeting someone. Maybe I’ll get an email or a call from someone fantastic and life changing. Or maybe I won’t. That’s more likely. I’ve been obsessing over the new album. I always do that until it’s just right. I don’t know if I have the formula just right for this one yet. I know there are great songs. I just need to figure out the strands that bond them together into a great album. And I will obsess until it’s there. This album, any album, is the next 2 years of my life. It has to be more than amazing. It has to be great enough to keep my attention for 2 years.

Apr 13, 2010- Nashville, TN

So I’ve been obsessing over the new record to the point where it’s all I can focus on. I’m majorly stressed and borderline losing it, with all these lists and chronic dissatisfaction. Perfectionist-ness. I keep growing tired of songs because I know I’ve raised the bar and I can beat half the songs. Scott and I had lunch the other day. We were talking about the record and I had this epiphany. I didn’t talk in interviews about how I felt about much of what has happened in the last 2 years. I’ve been silent about so much that I’m saying on this album. It’s time to Speak Now. Scott freaked out. He loved it. We have a title, ladies and gentlemen!

Jun 2010

Long Live Lyrics

Jun 16, 2010- Nashville, TN

So I’ve been a little studio rat since the tour ended (and it ended oh so beautifully in front of 55,000 screaming fans at Gillette Stadium. It was just … wow). Ever since, I wake up to my cell phone alarm around 9:30 each morning. Throw on a sundress, skip make up, tie my hair in a messy side braid, and head out the door with no shoes on. Because the only walking outside I’ll be doing is from my house to my car, then from my car, three steps to Nathan’s basement studio. The CMT Awards were last week. I shocked the world and straightened my hair that night. Gasp!! I worked on a song for a few days, then basically finished it in the car on the way to Nathan’s this morning. It. Is. So. Good. And I can safely say I am DONE writing this record!! This song is up-tempo, and hooky and sort of torn-sounding … like this horrible stressed confusion that comes on when you knew the person you’re pining away for is in the room. And for some reason, there are these invisible walls keeping things from being ok. So you’re not fine. And they’re not fine. And I’m so happy I wrote that song!! :) Taylor

Aug 29, 2010

Speak Now Tour Ideas Themes for set: - whimsy/vintage/boudoir fantasy - velvet maroon/magenta, purple/rich color fabrics forming a tent/curtain roof above stage - bird cages hanging - antique gold frames - snowy winter scene for back to december [drawing of stage with ‘screen’ 'fabric’ and 'drums’ labeled] - maybe be lowered in a painting for opening - recreate a church for Speak Now - intro video with my mouth/lips close up

Oct 9, 2010- Nashville, TN

Today was a long day but it was great to get all of that stuff done-- The Grand Ole Opry performance was tonight. The Opry was just reopened and the backstage is AMAZING now. Since the flood, they redid everything. Every room is custom and chic and just lovely. Warm and well thought out. I walked to Starbucks this morning with my headphones on, listening to music. Music has helped me a lot lately. It helps me quiet my very loud fears. I love mornings like that, smiling and talking to strangers, waving to fans and they burst into tears and screams... All before noon. I drove to the Opry around 3 because I had to do some video interviews. I wore a sparkly cream dress for my performances, my first one was at 8, the second at 10. I preformed You Belong, Love Story, and a solo acoustic version of Mine. That got excellent response. It almost turns into a different song when its acoustic. I got applause several times throughout the song. I was more nervous on the first show. I get stagefright every time I walk onto a stage now. I wish it wasn't so, but I can't blame my mind for freaking about performances. Criticism of my performances has been the biggest source of pain in my life. I Sometimes feel like my college degree is in acting like I'm ok when I'm not. Taylor <3

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[audioaujom]

Movie Night

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Hello hello! Sorry about not having an update for last week, but I hope the fact I’m on a long-running fluff streak now can make up for the delay. Enjoy Sam, Sebastian, Abigail, Maru, and Penny having a late night movie night!! ((: For legal reasons, I’m supposed to say that I definitely do not condone pirating movies. I would never do that kind of thing myself… definitely not. Ever. So if you need a way to do that, I definitely wouldn’t know how.  Oh, and a mild spoiler warning for Murder on the Orient Express (2017). I recommend you see it if you haven't already, it's fantastic. I'm so looking forward to seeing A Haunting in Venice.

Anyways, enjoy the fluff!

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“Okay, Vincent’s asleep.” Penny smiled at the assembled friends as she slowly shut Vincent’s bedroom door, keeping her voice low. “We’re good to go.”

“All right!” Sam cheered from his spot on the couch, Sebastian smacking him upside the head.

“Dude! Shush, or you’ll wake him up.” Sebastian chastised as Penny jogged into the living room, plopping herself down between Sam and the arm of the couch with a laugh.

“Vince sleeps like a rock.” Sam defended, earning another light smack from Abigail—who was perched on the arm on Sebastian’s other side. “He does!”

“Can we just watch the movie already?” Maru complained, draped over the nearby chair with the bowl of freshly made microwave popcorn in her lap. “I’ve been waiting all week for this.”

“I got you.” Abigail leaned forward to snatch the remote off the coffee table, nearly falling off the couch in the process—only saved by Sebastian throwing an arm out at the last minute to keep her upright. 

“And I got you.” He rolled his eyes, taking the remote from her. “Be more careful.”

“Yup.” She grinned, a little sheepish, watching Sebastian turn the TV on before tossing the remote to his sister.

Maru reluctantly got up from her seat as she caught it, setting the popcorn down on the table so she could plug her laptop into the TV. “Be careful over there.”

“Careful’s my middle name.” Abigail grinned wide, Sam and Sebastian both rolling their eyes.

“I still can’t believe you’ve never seen Murder on the Orient Express.” Sam turned to Penny beside him, teasing. “It’s such a good movie!”

“I’ve seen the original!” Penny defended, shoving him lightly. “It’s not my fault I didn’t know they redid it.”

“You’re so out of date that it hurts.” Abigail whined, tipping her head back to rest against the back of the couch. “What about Death on the Nile? What did you think that was?”

“...I was just confused why they waited so long to do a sequel.” Penny admitted quietly, the three assembled friends on the couch bursting out in laughter. “Hey! Come on! You know I don’t have a lot of time to watch movies!”

“That’s what tonight is for.” Maru turned to Penny, stifling her own laughter long enough to look sincere. “It’s fine. There’s a lot of stuff I’ve never seen, too.”

“Uncultured.” Abigail declared, not shifting her gaze from the ceiling. “The both of you.”

“Says the girl who’d never seen Sorcerer’s Apprentice.” Sebastian interjected, grinning as Abigail shot up to punch his arm.

“That’s my dad’s fault, not mine!”

The bickering was quick to die down as Maru searched for the movie in her browser and fullscreened the video, starting it with a click from her trackpad and then plopping herself back down on her seat.

The movie began loudly in the silence of the living room, all five watching the opening dutifully for the first two minutes until—

“Wow. That’s a mustache.” Abigail giggled loudly, Sebastian shushing her while trying to suppress his own laughter.

“It’s for the character!” Sam defended hotly, Sebastian shaking his head.

“Pass the popcorn, Maru?” He asked, earning a muffled protest from her.

“No.” She didn’t even spare him a glance, popping more morsels in her mouth and keeping the bowl firmly in her grasp.

“I know you can’t eat all that by yourself.”

“Watch me.” She turned a grin to him, before picking up a piece from the bowl and chucking it at his face.

“Hey!” He turned to stand up, but Abigail accidentally blocked him by giggling so hard at Poirot stepping into a pile of shit she slid off the arm of the couch and landed on top of him. “Abby!”

“Sorry!” She said unapologetically, stretching out across the couch to slide herself into everyone’s lap with a stretch. “I think I’m comfier here.”

Resigning themselves to their new positions, everyone did their best to actually get reinvested in the movie and keep their commentary (mostly) to themselves. The occasional jokes got small laughs or other comments, but the next few minutes were rather peaceful.

Sort of.

“Dude just got kicked in the face!” Sam exclaimed only a few minutes later, punching up into the air with a wide grin.

“Yeah! Get ‘em!” Abigail cheered as well, copying Sam’s punch but at an awkward side angle so she wouldn’t hit anybody she was lying on top of.

“This is not quite what I was expecting.” Penny commented after a moment, though she was smiling shyly.

“Do you wanna watch something else?” Sam’s eagerness immediately died down, turning worried eyes to the girl beside him.

“I didn’t mean that in a bad way, Sam.” Penny giggled, watching Sam visibly slump in relief. “It’s fine, really.”

“Simp.” Maru called out through a mouthful of popcorn, Sam sitting up straight and starting to stand in a rush to defend himself. 

“I am not—!” 

“Don’t get up, jackass!” Abigail whined, catching herself just in time to not slide off of him and land on the floor.

Sebastian watched as Abigail and Sam turned to bicker with each other, shaking his head slowly. “It has been—at most—15 minutes.”

“Are you really surprised?” Penny asked, hiding her laughter behind her hands.

“The only thing surprising is that it took fifteen minutes to get here.” Sebastian shrugged, before interrupting Sam and Abigail with a snarky, “You kids have fun!”

“Hey!” Abigail and Sam protested at the same time, ceasing their fighting long enough for Sebastian to get up from the couch and swipe the popcorn bowl from Maru.

“Dude!” She reached to snatch it back, but missed as he lifted it up above his head with a grin, going to sit back down.

“You need to learn to share.”

“Next time we should do separate bowls.” Penny suggested as Sam settled back into his seat and Abigail went back to sitting on the arm beside Sebastian.

“That’s a good idea.” Sam nodded, watching Abigail steal a handful of popcorn from the bowl as Sebastian glared at her.

“Candy would’ve been better.” Abigail shrugged, crunching on it a little louder than necessary.

“I can’t keep it around the house ‘cause of mom’s rules for Vincent.” Sam sighed, before reaching around behind Sebastian to shove Abigail for the noise. “Well, I can’t keep a lot around. Not enough.”

“Jodi’s been gone all day, though.” Maru pointed out, Sam’s face turning a bright red.

“If I’d known you didn’t have any, I’d have gone and bought some.” Abigail sighed, resting her head in one hand as she turned her attention back to the movie. “A little late now, though.”

“If only we could just watch the movie.” Sebastian sighed, setting the bowl on the table in front of him so Sam and Penny could also reach it.

“In your dreams.” Maru called from her seat, grinning.

The chaos didn’t diminish at all, though it relatively calmed down as the movie continued, occasionally buffering as Maru had to get up and make sure that the site was still working and the movie would play to the end. It wasn’t until the height of the movie, however, that things got horribly out of hand again. WIth everyone in the tunnel and Poirot confronting all of the passengers, Penny was on the edge of her seat only for Abigail to interrupt the moment.

“Mystery’s too easy.” 

“Excuse me?” Sam turned an incredulous look to his friend, who was staring at him blankly.

“Mystery’s too easy.” She shrugged, boredly lounging backwards.

“There's no way you saw this coming!” Sam complained, leaning over Sebastian to argue louder over the last scene of the film.

“It's obvious. Poirot puts it together from the clues presented, so why can't I?” Abigail could no longer hide her grin at Sam’s reaction, tipping her head back to keep him from noticing her glee.

“Abby, come on.” Sebastian rolled his eyes, noticing the way she was provoking him but only half-heartedly trying to quell the rapidly escalating argument.

“I didn't see it coming.” Penny tried to mediate, giving Sam a wide smile. “And I think having everyone involved was very creative!”

“Thank you, Penny, for respecting the intelligence of the plot.” Sam nodded gratefully at her, before sharply sitting up as Maru laughed from across the room again.

“Simp.”

“I'm not!” He whined, shooting up to his feet.

“If you know they're all in on it, then it's painfully obvious the whole time.” Abigail turned to look at Sam, fully smirking.

“I… what—?” Sam stuttered, flailing a little in his surprise. “Are you saying it’s obvious because you’ve seen the movie before?” 

“Yeah, obviously.” 

“Abby.” Sam said warningly, Sebastian pulling his legs up onto the couch and shifting away from Abigail with a sigh.

“Here we go.” He commented mostly to himself, sliding further over to end up next to a confused Penny.

“Wait, Sam—!” Abigail quickly backpedaled as Sam launched himself at her, tackling her off the couch as the two began wrestling on the floor with a loud laugh. “I was kidding, Sam, stop—!”

“So, my mom and Demetrius are gonna be out next weekend if you wanted to come over and watch the sequel.” Sebastian turned to Penny, completely ignoring his other two friends on the floor. “With more of whatever this is.”

“That sounds like fun.” Penny smiled, before looking past Sebastian at where Abigail had finally gotten on top and was trying to pin Sam down. “And chaos. But mostly fun.”

“If only I had some more popcorn, this would be perfect.” Maru chimed in as she unplugged her laptop, Sebastian rising to his feet with a heavy sigh as Sam yelled some unintelligible insult.

“I’ll go break them up.”

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Hi everyone! You're all probably wondering what this story is. Or if you're following me on Tumblr you might already know what is happening with this story. But the gist of it is I was rereading the original story about a month ago and decided that while I liked the writing there, I knew I could do better.

So that's what I did. I redid the entire outline and completely rebuilt the story. Now some of the story is the same. But I think with the extra scenes I've added and the scenes I've reordered/and or taken away, it's a lot better.

But I guess you will all be the judge of that. Nevertheless, I hope you all enjoy it and I appreciate any feedback you have! 

Summary: With Adam and Hailey still together, what if after the crossover episodes, Kim went home with Jay instead?

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: Vague allusions to a kidnapping and sexual abuse case. But don't go into great detail.

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It Was a One Night Stand Until I Woke Up Next to You

Kim was busy packing up her stuff after a long, long, long three days of work. One long for each day she couldn’t go home because of this stupid case. She had just opened her locker when Hailey called her name.

“We’re going to Molly’s for a beer, you want to join us?” The blonde offered. Glancing at Upton’s and Ruzek’s joined hands, Kim gave the new couple a tight smile.

“Thanks, but I think I just want my couch, a beer, and a quiet night in.” It wasn’t a complete lie, Kim just didn’t tell them that she also didn’t want to be a third wheel to her ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend. (Even though she was completely okay with them being a them by now. But it was still weird to be going on what seemed like a date for them)

“Okay if you’re sure,” Upton gave her another smile before Adam pulled her away and out the back door, “See you on Monday, Burgess.”

“Bye Kim,” Adam called on their way out. Shaking her head, Kim started to gather her things when Jay walked in with a bandaged hand.

“They released you, already?” Kim questioned when she saw Jay walk into the locker room. She thought for sure they would keep him overnight for observation.

“Perks of having a doctor for a brother. I talked him into talking my actual doctor into discharging me early. It was just a few stitches anyway. You all got to me before I could actually spray anything into it. Plus they needed the bed.” Jay explained, showing her his hand before he started to pack up his things for the night.

“Well, you just missed Hailey and Adam. They were going to Molly’s if you want to catch up with them.” Kim slung her bag over her shoulder with a sigh. It had been a long night and a lot of overtime. (Two nights worth to be exact)

“Why didn’t you go with them?”

“Didn’t want to be a third wheel.”

“And you think I do?” Jay asked incredulously.

“I’m fine with them being a them, but I’m still Adam’s ex-girlfriend. It wouldn’t be that awkward for you. You’re Upton’s old partner. Not her ex-boyfriend.”

Kim heard the detective yawn, “It’s been a long night. I think I just want my couch and a beer.”

“That’s my plan too.” She told him, swinging her locker door shut, “I have to stop and buy some though. Kev drank the last of mine.”

“You could come over to my place if you want to.” Jay offered as Kim started to turn the corner of a row of lockers.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. That way you wouldn’t have to stop and I don’t think any of us should be by ourselves anyway. At least not tonight.”

So that’s how she ended up following Jay back to his apartment and sitting on his couch as he got them both a beer.

A few hours later and another beer later, Kim was laughing at him as he told her a story about Mouse dragging his ass around one day in basic training because he was a stupid twenty-one-year-old who didn’t know his limit yet. They were swapping stories-him about his ranger days and her about being a flight attendant. Another few hours. Another beer.

Kim had been laughing at another one of his stories, sitting with her legs crossed on top of the couch, facing him so it wasn’t a wonder that amid her laughter, she had started to topple over. His hands were there steadying her as he also chuckled. Then it tapered off and faded completely. She glanced up at him just in time to see him lick his lips, and okay maybe liquid courage helped her lean up and press her lips against his.

Jay responded immediately, wrapping his arms around her waist. His hand slipped under her shirt, so it was touching the bare skin of her back as he brought her to sit on his lap.

“Wait...What are...we...doing?” Kim panted in between kisses. Jay pulled away to look at her. He exhaled and she felt it on her lips. Goosebumps started pebbling all over her arms. She shivered in his arms at the warming chill that ran down her spine.

“I don’t know,” he admitted to her, “But after the last few days, this feels right.”

Kim nodded her head. She understood what he was saying. After this last case, they needed something to remind them that no matter what evil they saw on their job, they had something to remind them everything wasn’t evil. Was this a healthy coping mechanism? Probably not. But right now, it wasn’t about that. It was about feeling something. She leaned in to kiss him again and he returned it eagerly before he pulled away to study her, when she started to pull his shirt up.

“How drunk are you? Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want you regretting this tomorrow.” He told her. Kim shook her head. She wasn’t drunk. Every beer she had that night, had been spaced out enough that she hadn’t gotten drunk. Just buzzed.

“Buzzed. Just enough to be brave enough to do this.” She answered, before turning the question back on him.

“Same, I just wanted to check before we got any farther.” He answered, then he leaned in to kiss her neck. Jay gripped the back of her thighs before he was standing and making his way to his bedroom. Should they have been concerned that they forgot about protection? Probably, but it was fine. Kim was on birth control… If only Kim hadn’t forgotten to take it in the midst of everything that had happened today.

After that night, Kim and Jay went back to normal more or less. They had no reason to drag it out or act out of the ordinary. They both agreed that night was about comfort for them and nothing else. Until four weeks later, when Kim was chasing a suspect for a case and had gone through a fence, cutting her arm open. It wasn’t a cut that deep, but Voight still insisted she go get it stitched up.

At Med, a standard blood workout revealed a lot more than Kim was ready for that morning.

“Congratulations are in order.” Her ER doctor told her with a warm smile. Then at Kim’s look of confusion, the doctor explained. “Your HBC levels are elevated.”

“I’m sorry?” Kim asked confusedly, Her doctor’s smile broadened, “Whenever someone comes into the ED we do a general work-up. It’s standard procedure, but your HBC levels are slightly elevated. It means your pregnant Ms. Burgess.”

“I-what? Pregnant? Are you sure? Because I’m on birth control and besides I haven’t had sex in…” Kim trailed off. She was about to say she hadn’t had sex in months. Not since Matt...but that wasn’t true.

She had slept with Jay four weeks ago. She met the doctor’s now slightly concerned stare again. “Are you sure?”

The other woman nodded, “Yes. These tests are fairly accurate. By your levels, I’d say, you’re-” she glanced back down at Kim’s chart, “-Four weeks along?”

Kim’s hand fell to her stomach subconsciously. She knew that if she was pregnant, who the father would be. She had only slept with one guy recently. She was carrying a Baby Halstead.

Their case had somehow turned into a SA  case before she could even leave the hospital. A girl had been held in a storm cellar for four years. She had been seventeen when she was taken. She got a call that Hailey would meet her at the hospital because they needed to interview the victim that had been taken to Med.

“You okay?” Hailey asked when Kim found her. Kim nodded, but the other woman stared at her, looking unsure. “You sure? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

She hadn’t. Instead, she had seen the opposite of a ghost, but she guessed the expressions looked the same.

“Yeah,” she nodded. Then again more firmly, “Yeah, I’m good. What do we got? Kev just said it was a SA case now.”

“And a kidnapping. Vic was seventeen when she was taken.” Hailey explained as they walked to the victim’s hospital room. And it gets worse, we also have a missing four-year-old too. And the kid needs insulin every few hours or he goes into shock. Our offender, also the dad, didn’t take it when he left with the boy.”  

Kim shook her head, trying to get a grip on this case as well as dealing with being pregnant. She always wanted kids, to be a mother someday. When she had been engaged to Adam, they had always…And now was not the time to have that thought with Ruzek’s current girlfriend standing right next to her. The point was, yeah. She wanted kids, but she never pictured it like this.

Kim bit her lip as her eyes followed Jay as he made his way out of the bullpen that night. It had been weighing on her mind since she found out this morning. She was about four weeks pregnant...with baby Halstead. And she needed to tell the father.

“Hey!” Kim called after she stood and hurried after him because if she didn’t do it now, she’d chicken out later, “Jay! Wait up!”

It was better just to rip the bandaid off.

“Hey, can I talk to you? In private? It’s important.” She told him when she reached the bottom step of the stairs. He nodded in the direction of the parking lot. “Walk with me to my car?”

Rip the bandaid off. Rip the bandaid off. Rip the bandaid off. She repeated the mantra in her head as she followed him to his truck.

“You okay? You’re being a little quiet.” Kim looked up to see the detective eyeing her. She swallowed the nerves that appeared in her throat...Or was that nausea? Did morning sickness start this early in the pregnancy? She needed to buy one of those books now.

“Kim?”

“I’m pregnant.” She blurted out before she winced at her ungraceful delivery of the news. At least she had ripped the bandaid off. Kim shook her head at herself and then continued, not daring to look up at Jay and see his reaction. Instead, she chose to look at her shoes.

“They told me today at the hospital. When I was getting my stitches done after my run-in with the fence, they did a standard blood workup and my HBC levels whatever those mean, came back elevated, and with how elevated they estimated around four weeks-”

“Which would make them mine.” Jay finished her ramble softly because it had been four weeks since they slept together. Now she looked up at him, at his face. To his credit, she couldn’t see a negative reaction in his face.  Not even a whisper of one. Instead, his blue eyes (would their child have his blue eyes or her brown ones) were thoughtful as he processed the information.

“Yeah,” Kim nodded, answering in a quiet voice, even though he hadn’t asked a question.

“Are you keeping them?”

Kim nodded. Though she might have had some lingering doubts before, the case today with Claire and Henry. Seeing how that mother and son had interacted solidified her decision. “Yeah. Yes, I am.”

“Then do you want to go somewhere and talk? About how we’re going to do this?”

Kim felt the tension release from her shoulders. She knew Jay was a good guy. The type of guy who would take responsibility and step up. The kind of guy that wouldn’t let her do this by herself, especially with this baby being his. But there was a difference between knowing that and hearing that she wasn’t going to be on her own were two different things.

“You could drive me home? I carpooled with Upton and Rojas today. And we could order dinner?” She offered and he nodded.

“Okay just let me go clock out and let them know while I’m in there.”

“Do you want a beer? Water? Or something else? I think I have some kind of soda?” She offered when they reached her apartment. Jay walked in behind her, setting their greasy takeout food from the burger place they had stopped at, on her kitchen table.

“Sure,” Jay said, accepting the plates she was giving him. He separated their food while she went to her fridge.

“So,” she said as she came back with two bottles in her hands, one a plastic water bottle and one a glass beer bottle. She handed him the beer before she took a seat across from him. “I’m not actually sure where to go from here. I know you said you wanted to be involved, but I’m not expecting-”

“Kim, I’m going to stop you right there. I don’t want an out with this. It took both of us to make that baby. We both chose to sleep together that night, so we’re in this together. Everything that comes with it. Doctor appointments, getting the nursery ready, 3 am calls where you call me because you have cravings, those stupid classes that teach you how to breathe if you want to take them…all of it.”

“…We won’t be able to hear the heartbeat until the next appointment at the earliest,” Jay said, reading information about her first official appointment on his phone. Kim blinked, she didn’t know where or why that day had resurfaced.

“Yeah, that's not till the next appointment at twelve weeks. This appointment is to just basically make sure that the baby is healthy and safe, growing at the rate they should be, and to talk about our family’s health histories and they address any concerns we have.” Kim explained, remembering what she had read last night in her new book about pregnancy and babies.

She had put off reading for the last two weeks, yet when the appointment reminder popped up on her phone yesterday, she realized she didn’t know what she was walking into. She absolutely hated not feeling prepared. It was like walking into a suspect’s house without knowing what to expect.

“You didn’t have to come you know. It’s not like it’s a huge appointment.” Kim told them nonchalantly as she began to flick through a magazine before she abandoned it in favor of playing a game on her phone.

“Every appointment Kim. No matter how big or small.” He told her, staring at the pictures of babies, “Because we’re-”

“-In this together. You know, you’re going to sound like a broken record by the time this whole pregnancy is over with.”

Soon Kim’s name was called and they were ushered back into a room. They didn’t even see her OB for this appointment. A technician conducted the ultrasound. The baby as expected was growing and progressing right on schedule.

“We’ll see you for the next appointment.” The tech said as she smiled, handing Kim a set of pictures, “Six weeks from today you can schedule it with the woman at the front desk.”

“So Burgess, what is up with you and Halstead? I noticed you and him have been a little…closer lately. Anything you want to tell me?” Kevin pointed at her with his fork. Kim rolled her eyes at her best friend’s roundabout way of asking if she and Jay were dating, without actually asking.

It was her and Kevin’s dinner that they did every month since their patrol partnership ended six years ago. Spearing her hamburger patty (Because she had entered the eighth week of her pregnancy and with that came morning sickness with a vengeance. Her baby seemed to have an aversion to bread she learned thanks to dinner with Jay at the beginning of the week) with her own fork, she popped the piece of meat into her mouth. Then she shrugged.

“Nothing to tell,” she told him and when he gave her his own eye roll, Kim laughed, “I’m serious. We’re friends. Look, with Adam and Hailey together now and you and Rojas having a vibe. We didn’t want to be third wheels. So we just started hanging out with each other.”

“Mhmm and are you and your friend participating in some friendlier extracurriculars?” Kevin smirked. Kim felt her cheeks burn at the question. “No,”

And that was the truth. Besides that one night of comfort, that had resulted in a baby there was nothing between them like what Kevin was implying.

The next day at work, when she and Jay were on their way to interview a witness, she made an appointment with her doctor to see if they had anything that could help with her nausea. The nausea had been the most violent today. Though it helped to be in the vehicle with her baby daddy, who knew about her morning sickness and kept her window cracked and passed her a water bottle after water bottle, and kept the air conditioning pressed against her to help.

Thankfully, she made it through the day without throwing up, despite the smell that wafted around the office and never left. Did someone order a fish sandwich with pickles...and was that mustard? Or tabasco sauce?

At the end of the day, Kim waved to Platt as she started to walk out with Jay and Hailey when the desk sergeant called her back.

“What’s up?”

“Internet said it was an appropriate gift,” Platt said as she pulled a mug with the words: MOM COP with the CPD symbol painted on it in a pretty soft blue color.

Kim’s eyes widened when she saw it. They weren’t telling anyone yet. How did the desk sergeant of their district know? Kim reached for it quickly, hiding it under her jacket.

“How’d you know?” She asked.

“I’ve been a cop for a long time,” the older woman’s answer was soft, “Plus, I overheard you and Halstead talking the other day.”

“Am I crazy?” Kim asked.

“Maybe. But some of the best things in life start as crazy... So go with your gut Burgess.” Platt’s lips twitched upward, “And I’ll deny I ever said this if you tell him, but Halstead is one of the good ones.”

Then she patted Kim’s shoulder and walked away. Kim stared after Platt, the woman who had been and continued to be her mentor since she stepped foot in the 21st. Then she turned and made her way back up to the Intelligence bullpen. She had some news she needed to share with Voight.

“Sarge?” Kim knocked on the door frame of Voight’s office. Voight looked up surprised to see his officer there.

“Burgess? I thought you had gone home for the night.”

“I did, but I…” Kim broke off and sighed heavily. She knew that there was a chance that this would change things for her here in Intelligence. That she could even lose her spot up here, but that didn’t matter anymore because it wasn’t just here she had to think about anymore. “Can I talk to you about something? It’s important.” Hank waved a hand in her direction and Kim knew that was her queue to go ahead.

“I’m pregnant. About eight weeks along and I understand. I understand that my place here will possibly change in Intelligence. But I just...I had to tell you.” She hurried out in a rush. She didn’t know what she expected from her Sargent. A few questions maybe. Some paperwork needed to be filled out. But she wasn’t expecting Hank to get up, make the way around his desk, or for his arms to encircle her into an embrace.

“Kim, I’m so happy for you.” His voice was warm and it brought a smile to Kim’s lips. Only for it to drop a minute later when he brought up how excited Adam must be. Then it hit her. Sergeant Voight thought Adam was the father and if Voight thought so, everyone else would too.

“Sarge, no. It’s not Adam’s. He and Hailey are still together. It’s uh...Jay’s actually.”

Voight pulled back some to look at her. His gaze was sharp as he licked his lips.  He finally asked in a fairly soft voice, “Does he know?”

Kim nodded. “He does. He wanted to be here with me when I told you but he didn’t know I was going to tell you tonight….I didn’t know I was going to tell you until Platt gave me this gift.” She held up the coffee cup for her Sargent to see. It was a simple gift but it had reshifted and refocused Kim’s world.

She was going to be someone’s mother.

Hank nodded, that quiet look on his face he got when he was trying to retrace a criminal’s steps.

“Okay, we’ll talk about this more tomorrow. It’s late. Go home, Kim. Get some sleep,” he said finally. His tone of voice was clear. It was an order from a sergeant to his officer. She nodded, “Yes Sarge.”

“Burgess, Halstead. My office,” Everyone looked up at the sound of Voight’s voice, the next day looking confused. Everyone except the two people he was calling for. The unlikely duo made their way into the office as Hank shut the door behind him.

“I’m going to be brief, but the first thing I want to know is why you didn’t disclose your relationship when it got serious because I would think out of the two of you and your history with me, you would know that I like to have all the facts.”

“Sarge-” they both started to speak at the same time before they glanced at each other and Kim ended up finishing her thought first. She shook her head, “Sarge, it’s not like that for us.”

Nodding Jay agreed with her before he gestured to Kim’s stomach. “Yeah, it’s like Kim said. It’s not like that. They were just a surprise that came after a day of too many close calls and needing some comfort that we found in each other.”

Voight asked another question, but the officer couldn’t hear anything her sergeant or her partner said because that horrid smell from yesterday was back and it made her stomach roll violently.

“Burgess?” Hank asked concerned as he watched the woman wrap her arms around her stomach and put her head in between her knees. Jay turned, looking too, and had started to rub a hand up and down her back because he knew what was probably happening.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m good sarge. Just a little morning sickness nausea.” Kim finally managed to reassure him with a shaky thumbs up. But that wasn’t the wisest choice because as soon as the words came out of her mouth, her stomach gave another turbulent roll and she jumped up, giving in to the urge to run to the bathroom.

“Excuse me,” she thought she said the words, but she couldn’t be sure as she turned. The door was yanked open before Kim tore through the bullpen, ignoring the alarmed calls of her team.

Reaching the bathroom, she skidded to a stop on her knees in front of the porcelain bowl just before she coughed up the contents of her breakfast that morning. A second behind her, Jay dropped to his knees just at her back. He grabbed her hair pulling it back, so it wasn’t dangling in her face as he rubbed her back again.

“Okay?” Jay asked when he didn’t hear heaving anymore. Kim coughed and nodded, “I think so. For right now at least.”

So Jay stood and grabbed some paper towels as he ran them under the faucet and handed them to her. Then he waited while she wiped her face and pulled her to her feet.

“Still okay?” He asked. When she nodded, he continued, “I don’t think you heard him but Voight said he’s switching up partners again. He also asked if you wanted to be detailed to light duty early. I answered that for you. Hope you don’t mind.”

“As long as you said no,” Kim mumbled, her baby daddy nodded to her relief. “I said you didn’t want to be out until you absolutely had to be. He also said it’s up to us as to when we wanted to tell the team.”

“I’ll leave that up to you since I told Voight without you. If you don’t want to tell them today though, I hope you have a reason you followed me, besides you know, the truth.”

“We can tell them. Besides, they’ll want to know why you’re moving to light duty in two weeks.”

Kim blinked at him. There was no way…she was that close to moving to light duty. Though, looking down at her stomach, Kim knew it had to be true. Morning sickness didn’t start until she was at least eight weeks along, according to her book.

“Is it going to be that bad every time?”  Kim asked quietly as Jay continued to rub her back. He was still rubbing her back as they walked back to the bullpen. Kim shook her head as she told him quietly, “That was just as rough as when we figured out your child doesn’t like bread and I have to deal with that till the end of the second trimester? Can I go on a liquid diet then?”

“I don’t think that’ll help. You’ll still throw up. You just won’t taste everything you eat.” He laughed, just as quietly. Then his hand stopped its gentle movements on her back completely and she looked up to see the unit plus Voight staring at them.  

“Everything alright, Kim?” Kevin asked. Before she answered, the brunette glanced up at Jay, who nodded.

“Yeah, Kev. Just some slight morning sickness,” she told him sheepishly. Everyone glanced at each other. Then it was Hailey who asked, “Wait. Morning sickness? So that means you’re pregnant?”

“About eight weeks along,” Kim nodded with an unconscious hand lifting to her flat stomach.

“Hold up. Hold up. Is this why you ordered a burger without the bun on Saturday?” Kevin asked. Kim shrugged at her former partner, “They don’t like bread right now. I’m hoping they’ll get over it soon.”

“And how does Jay fit into this?” Adam asked from where he sat at his desk. Jay gave a slight smirk as he explained in a sarcastic tone, “Well Ruz, it kind of makes two people to make a baby.”

“Wait so you two…” Rojas trailed off as she dragged a finger between the two of them. Kim shrugged, “We’re not together but it was one night. The night after we closed the infection case.”

Rojas whistled, “Damn. Y'all weren’t kidding when you said this unit is close.”

Then there was a beat of silence while Hank stepped away to take a call. Another look was shared between the team. Then their unit was rushing forward. Hailey and Vanessa wrapped Kim in one hug while Kevin patted Jay on the back. Then her former partner wrapped her in a tight bear hug. It was only when Kevin had pulled away and the other two girls had Jay’s attention that Adam pulled her into a hug of his own.

“Congratulations,” he told her quietly, sincerely. Then he squeezed her again, “Are you happy?”

“It’s not quite how I planned on becoming a mother. But yeah, yeah I am.” She told the man, who in another life could’ve been the father of her children. Had she actually kept the ring, but Adam wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment and that was okay.

She wasn’t meant for Adam but maybe Hailey Upton would be the one for him instead.

“Good. That’s all I want for you Kim.” He let go of her, squeezing her hand. Then he moved to Jay, boasting loudly.

“Okay, we can continue the celebration later. Right now we have a case and given the circumstances, I’m reassigning partners. But temporarily? Atwater and Burgess, Rojas and Ruzek, and Upton and Halstead. I'll reassess later but right now we need to move.”

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Sorry you’re not feeling well! I’d love to see a short lil Broadway Eddie with a bad cold. Lots of tea and love and caretaking from his friends/cast mates?

Hi friend!!! Hope you’re doing well! Slept for like 11 hours last night so feeling much more rested today. I’m a sucker for Broadway Eddie. Have a lil snippet of the cast and his friends rallying around him during their production of Cabaret. ~KB

((For other Broadway AU installments, check out my Masterlist ;D))

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“ii’GshEW! uh’ESHiew! E’tchiYUE!!”

Eddie groaned, blowing his nose for what felt like the hundredth time. After binning the tissue, he leaned back over his steam inhaler.

“Eddie you sound like you feel terrible. Are you sure you want to do this?” Robin walked in and asked.

She was helping Steve with backstage stuff this time around - costuming, hair and makeup.

The 28 year old nodded. He was already in costume for the opening number. Black slacks, suspenders and no shirt. He’d have to reapply his makeup after the steam treatment was done.

He was their Emcee and he was so great at getting the audience engaged and laughing. The understudy was great too, but something about Eddie. He just had a hold over the room.

“Can I do anything to help?” She asks again.

“Umm…” Eddie clears his throat, “Could you make me some tea? If it’s not too much trouble.”

Robin nodded, “Chamomile and lavender?”

“Yes please.” He groaned.

Everyone who knew Eddie knew that chamomile and lavender was his signature combo for when he felt like shit. It’s the way people could tell if he wasn’t feeling well or if he was having a bad day.

When the steam ran out, he leaned back, stretching slightly. He didn’t hesitate to start redoing the Makeup. They had about twenty minutes until curtain and he had to finish up and get upstairs.

Robin came back, this time with Steve at her side. She handed Eddie a steaming mug.

“Added a little honey for you too.”

“Thanks Robin.” He smiled.

Steve sat next to him, rubbing his back gently while he redid the makeup for the show.

“You’re gonna do amazing tonight Eds. After this, you get a few days off and you can rest okay?”

Eddie nodded. “Okay.”

[gamerbearmira]

"Hermana?" Three year old Antonio walked away from Pepa and Felix who finally, after three years, had more than an hour to spend with him. He didn't really care though, he only barely knew them and he knew that the man might look like him but he wasn't Antonio's papa.

"Si?" Mirabel asked smiling immediately at her little brother when he tugged on her skirt from her spot on the couch mending, and embroidering, one of their papas shirts.

"Senora Pepa and Senor Felix are being weird." Antonio said bluntly and there was a moment of pure stillness from the weather and the married couple before there was a rumble of thunder and immediate downpour.

"They want to spend time with you hermano." Mirabel said shrugging her shoulders at his words.

"Why? They didn't have time for me before?" Antonio asked and the rain got a lot colder and both adults looked devastated.

"Who knows. Adults are weird like that sometimes. Do you want to stay here and spend time with them?" Mirabel asked and Antonio shook his head.

"Nu-uh. I'm not a toy. They can't pick when to spend time with me then leave me alone forever. That's not what parents do." Antonio said bluntly as he crawled into her lap, oh the Encanto was probably going to be flooded before long.

"True. What do you want to do then?" Mirabel asked, having moved an umbrella she always kept on her over his head as soon as the rain started to keep her baby brother dry.

"Can we go visit Tita and Papa? They always make time for us no matter what." Antonio asked and Mirabel nodded with a bright smile.

"Of course! I have to give papa his shirt! Look see I put butterflies on it for me and little jaguars on it for you and even a little toucan for Tita!" Mirabel excitedly showed her brother what she had done to their papas shirt before she packed it away in her bag.

Picking up Antonio in one arm she stood and headed for the door.

"Oh. See you later Senor Felix, Senora Pepa. We're gonna go visit with papa and Tita, we'll probably stay the night too so don't worry about putting Tonito to bed. And please let Senora Julieta know that there's two less people to feed tonight so she doesn't make too much." Mirabel said without thinking as she walked past them.

"But Mira they don't put me to bed? You or papa or Tita do." Antonio said confused and Mirabel just hummed.

I KNOW THEY WERE FLOOOREDDDD.

And I like the detail where Mirabel and Antonio refer to the Madrigal’s as ‘Señora’ or ‘Señor’. It really shows just how much time they spend around Mariano; since he refers to them as that, they copy him and do it as well. It also goes to show how much they don’t see them as family. Tragic <\3

Have some doodles inspired by the shirt and some kisses, because the Guzmán’s love giving their children and grandchildren kisses <3

ALSO???? HOT TAKE…

What if Mirabel’s door disappeared because the candle/Casita knew that Mirabel wouldn’t be staying with Madrigal family? Like, Mariano was quick to take her in and care for her…the Madrigals didn’t even go to immediately comfort her, they addressed the town first, leaving Mirabel to go back to the nursery to cry, until Mariano snuck up there and calmed her down.

And then it happened again with Antonio! It started when he was a baby, so his door had plenty of time to manifest into the Guźman household. Mirabel’s door probably came about when she started calling Mariano papa, so maybe 6 or 7. Don’t know what it would be, but still!

Mariano and his mom probably had a small little party planned and would just have him open his door at their house, like when they redid Mirabel’s ceremony when her door appeared there <3

Little thingie I wrote, very short, but I hope this helps with visualization of this scorching take 🏃‍♀️💨💨

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Mirabel carefully carried Antonio, who was still half asleep, out of the room, so that she could take him to start his bath.

After whispering a quiet, “Happy Birthday,” she exited the nursery. She was met with all of the Madrigal family standing on the other side of the hallway. They were all whispering about something.

Antonio still in her arms, she walked over, hopping slightly as she tried to get a look at what they were looking at.

“What’s happening? Is something wrong?” She said. Everyones heads suddenly snapped towards her. Some had anger, some annoyance, some fear, some worry. Mirabel backed up a bit before finally seeing what they were looking at.

There, was Antonio’s future door. It was flickering, the sparkles surrounding it disappearing as the light fluctuated. Alma was clutching her shawl as she watched the light from the door finally die off, and then dispersing leaving just a blank wall. Just like it did 10 years ago.

By this time, Antonio was awake, and looking at the scene. The family turned towards the two and were quick to apologize (although a couple refused to look at him or Mirabel). Antonio listened to them for a moment, flinching away when Pepa reached for him, for what he assumed was to be a pathetic attempt to comfort him.

“I don’t care.” Antonio said plainly. The Madrigal family reeled back at his words, Alma stepping foward.

“Toñito, what do you mean…you don’t…care…?” Alma said quietly,

“I mean I don’t care that I have no door. Mí hermana doesn’t have a door here, so I don’t see why I have to have one here too. And, don’t call me that, por favor Doña Alma. Only mí familia can call me ‘Toñito.” Antonio turned towards Mirabel, who had been holding him the entire time, a plain look on her face.

“Can we go home? To Tita and papá? I want to have breakfast there.” The small boy asked politely.

Mirabel smiled at him, letting him rest his head on her shoulder as he yawned again. “Of course tigercito. I have your new birthday clothes there anyway, so we can get dressed there too.”

With that, Mirabel and Antonio were off, down the stairs. The Madrigals watched in shock and possible horror as they left the house, Mirabel going on about how their Abuelita helped with his new clothes. Both waved Casita goodbye by as they left.

Casita opened the front doors and let them leave, not even seeming phased at what had just happened.

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I love the snippet and I just wanted to share this ok BYEEEEEE

[thelasttime]

I will roll my eyes if Taylor performs Clean for the THIRD time tonight ☕

haha honestly i think she just redid “clean” once because she knew fans were going feral that she already played “clean” so early in the leg

i am kinda curious what songs she’ll decide to perform again for this leg like yeah she messed up “gorgeous” but i doubt she’ll play it again until international dates

[haloburns]

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#5

You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag others. No skipping!

thanks for tagging me @roundaboutnow !!

i'm gonna use my invisobang playlist that i can't share the title of yet. it's my fav right now.

1. same direction - hoobastank (honestly hoobastank fucks)

2. getting away with murder - papa roach (a classic)

3. be my escape - relient k (my beloved)

4. make it stop (september's end) - rise against (this song makes me cry)

5. until the day i die - story of the year (a perfect ghost light song, ive had it on all my songs)

6. for you, and your denial - yellowcard (oh this song fucks too. the violin man. the violin.)

7. last night on earth - green day

8. saying sorry - hawthorne heights

9. devil in the mirror - black veil brides (this song is so good for this fic...)

10. give it all - rise against

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31 notes - Posted June 10, 2022

#4

with every sin, i still wanna be holy

Dan wants to be better. But that means dealing with his past (future?) actions and starting to make amends and acknowledging how he's hurt these people in his life. It's hard than he'd like to admit. Part of the the world is having more fun than me (tonight) series.

Lancer,

I dunno why I’m writing this. It’s stupid. I’m not even gonna send it. You don’t even know who I am! Clockwork did his meddling with time bullshit so you don’t remember me.

No one remembers me

You were my favorite teacher, yknow. You were the only one who actually gave even a little fuck about me. All my other teachers wrote me off as just another dumb lazy kid. No one knew of course.

Oh I guess I should tell you. I’m… Danny Phantom. Sort of. It’s a big mess of things, but Fenton is Phantom. That little punk Weston kid was right. That's why I missed so many assignments and always fell asleep in class. I promise I wasn’t a bad kid, Mr Lancer.

I guess I just needed to tell you who I was. So you would be understanding or some shit. Maybe so I wouldn’t feel like I failed every adult in my life.

Whatever. It’s not like I’m sending this anyway.

Dan

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40 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#3

hey look at that! another redraw!

i wanted to work on style and some other things, so i redrew my avatar (again). the first one is literally just the screenshot, and then the second one is Pissed Off Ghost King™ Danny. that one was more to fuck around with ectoblasts and some other stuff. also i designed a crown!

some more stuff below the cut!

here's a version without the blasts bc im vvv proud of how these hands turned out, considering the weird ass proportions of the cartoon. big thanks to @friendly-neighborhood-imbecille for those hand ref sheets 👉🏼👉🏼 u the realest

See the full post

44 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

#2

GUYS

GUYS LOOK

my friend @i-think-in-metaphors did this amazing commission for me!!! i redid the phantom planet statue for my au, and wrote a scene for one of my upcoming works where mateo gets to see it in person. i finally got tired of imagining it and wanted to see it.

and the product. is. GORGEOUS. it's so perfect. i'm in love. i'm gonna cry about this for the next 30 years. LOOK AT HIM.

(click for quality.)

check out her commissions!!

the scene it's based on is below the cut!

Excerpt from quit telling everyone i'm (permanently) dead! (wip)

The black zirconium statue was larger than life. It towered above them on two separate, stepped obsidian pedestals, each about five-feet high. As Mateo moved closer, he could see something glittering in the bases. Danny mumbled something about ectoplasmic ice mixed into it, stronger than diamonds, but Mateo thought they looked like stars. He figured that was the intention. It was gorgeous.

He tilted his head back to take in the actual sculpture. That Danny was twice as large as the one standing next to Mateo. He felt his heart lurch a little at how serious Danny looked, the tight furrow over his brow, the determined set to his jaw. It all made him look so much older than even now, even though Mateo knew he was only sixteen when the statue was made.

The statue’s zirconium white accents were blinding in the late afternoon sunlight, and Mateo found himself shading his eyes as he looked up even higher. The hair on the statue was shorter than Mateo had seen Danny wear his, probably closer to the length it had been when he was in high school. It was swept back heroically, as if moved by an unseen wind, and the sun glinted off its sharp edges. It made the whole statue look as if it were glowing.

Crystalized ectoplasm made Phantom’s eerie green eyes, and they glowed too, though Mateo figured they probably glowed under their own power rather than a trick of the light. The statue’s eyes were trained on the thin, steel-wire Earth he cupped protectively close to his chest; it was a promise as well as a remembrance. The world remembered what Phantom did for them, and he promised them he would do it all over again if necessary.

65 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

this is the road to ruin (and we started at the end)

IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!!

(click for way better quality)

Sam did this amazing cover for me and I literally can't stop staring at it. I'm making it my phone background like immediately. Here's their post, go give it a reblog!

prologue: without you, there's no reason for my story and chapter one: fading in the afterglow are live right now!

i'll be posting every SATURDAY starting this saturday 9/3! we got seven more chapters to go, lads, so buckle up!

71 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

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[parasite-core]

I redid a piece I wrote last year about one of the Furies killing a transphobe for funsies.

Erinyes

She was forgotten but her mission was not.

Long ago, she was worshipped. A bringer of justice called upon by women wronged by men. Perhaps at one time she reveled in her role, enjoyed the fear of those who thought themselves all powerful only to be brought low. Or perhaps she’d always been a grim-faced avenger, simply doing her duty. She no longer knew. She was not remembered and so she did not remember herself. Her voice had been lost, alongside the songs to her that were forgotten. Her face was little more than a porcelain mask, no longer her own. Her name had been struck from history, until all that was left was Fury. There was nothing left of her but an eternal drive for revenge, for justice, for a taste of pain in those who caused pain themselves.

Each night in its darkest hours she flew above cities lit like daylight and sought out those who cried out for retribution. Tonight, she was to be the Fury of a woman scorned. The one who called out to the winged avenger was a tall woman with broad shoulders and strength of mind and body. She could have been a warrior back in the forgotten time the Fury had been born to, perhaps even an avenger herself. The young woman had thought the man was the love of her life. She risked it all, and told him that her name had not always been Jane, that she’d chosen that name in college when she’d taken her first steps in being true to herself. She confided that she had not always had long hair that flowed like a golden river, nor wore dresses to compliment her long legs. As she spoke, the love left his eyes. He grew angry. Claimed she’d tricked him. Called her every vile word he knew, and kicked her from his house, to walk home at the darkest hour of the night alone. As she walked the chilly autumn streets she cried, and she cursed him. She sobbed and begged for some higher power to bring him low for how her heart had been ripped from her chest, for the humiliation she felt for thinking this time would be different. And a nameless someone on wings of midnight answered, her purpose never forgotten, and her justice unbiased to such human concerns as one’s body.

With wings of ink and blade of silver, a silent Fury visited her wrath upon the man. The victim need not know what form her vengeance took, only that justice had been served. And that ancient avenger made certain it was—for history might have forgotten her face and voice, but it would always remember her mission.

[oceangirl24]

New Story: Birthday Wishes and Valentine Kisses

For the first time in his life, Shawn is having the birthday party of his dreams courtesy of Jon. However, with his birthday falling near a certain holiday, he uses party planning to scheme against his teacher. Bringing Cory, Topanga, and his new girlfriend, Dana, along for the ride, Shawn creates the perfect plan to get Jon away from Chubbies on the night of the party. Everything goes off without a hitch until the friends begin to find loose ends everywhere that threaten their plans.

They manage to patch things up but then Dana decides she doesn’t want to be involved anymore and threatens to expose Shawn’s scheme to Mr. Feeny.

Shawn stopped by Jon's classroom on his way to his last class of the day to drop off his missing homework he redid during study hall.

"Here," Shawn said handing the paper to him. "Am I still gonna lose points on this?"

"Of course," Jon said glancing at the work. At least this was legible, unlike yesterday's assignment.

"Why? I got it done before the day was over."

"It was due this mornin', not some time before the day ends."

Shawn wrinkled his nose. "Well, if you'd Iet me go home and get my stuff you woulda had it this mornin'."

Jon rolled his eyes. "Then you and the assignment woulda been late."

"There really is no pleasin' you with this school stuff is there? " the teen huffed irritably. " Where's Audrey?"

"Bathroom."

Shawn made a face.

"Listen," Jon said standing up and walking to the front of the desk. " Audrey and I've been talkin'. "

"About something interestin' I hope. You guys have the worst conversations."

"You admit to eavesdroppin', huh?" his teacher countered sarcastically. He then added, "We were talkin' about you."

"So very interestin' then," the teen grinned.

Jon gave him an exasperated look. "You've got to get a handle on keepin' track of your assignments."

"I know. I know." Shawn shifted the bag on his shoulder and the books in his arms. "Not an interestin' conversation, by the way. Way more borin' than usual."

Jon could tell by the look on the teen's face he was ready to walk out of the classroom. Briefly, he wondered what was in the book bag if Shawn was carrying his books. "Birthday," he said pointing a finger at him.

Confused, Shawn turned around, looking for a kid named Birthday.

"Yours, Hunter," he sighed.

"Oh," Shawn said, perking up. "What about it?"

"Aud and I were talkin' about you plannin' what you wanna do."

"Really?" This idea caught his attention. He never thought too much about his birthdays. They usually passed without fanfare from anyone but Cory and Topanga. It was an afterthought to his parents who rarely got the day right if they remembered at all. "Cool."

"Yeah, but," Jon said tapping the corner of The Crucible on his desk, "there are gonna be some rules. Aud's comin' over tonight to discuss it with us. But I thought you'd wanna tell Cory and Topanga on your way out."

"Yeah, definitely," Shawn said with a smile as he turned to leave. "Thanks a lot."

Jon returned the smile then his face turned serious. "Shawn."

The teen looked over his shoulder at his teacher.

"Keepin' track of your assignments is part of the rules for this."

Shawn rolled his eyes. "Of course."

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where loyalty lies

Hey besties- I redid the initial two chapters of the fic I'm working on from a year ago. I hope to give it steady updates now!

Summary: years after the canon events the daughters of the league of villians run from pro hero deku and shoto

characters: Attakai Todoroki (oc), Lilith Hikiishi (oc), Toga (mentioned), Magne, Touya/Dabi (mentioned), Pro Hero Deku, Pro Hero Shoto

At 10 years old, Attakai stared at herself in the mirror. She was a frail kid, taking after her father. She wore a black leather jacker, too large on her. And she ran her fingers through tangled red hair. The dyed blue tips were her favorite thing about herself.

She looked rough compared to her friend next to her, Lilith. Her skin sparkled from thos glittery spray cans. Her hair was also red, except neat, longer, and well cared for.

Toga had promised to take them out tonight to do generally girly things. Like dig for things in dumpsters, because they were a bit too poor for the mall. Unless of course they decided to shoplift, which was always on the table.

Magne was to come with. She was the third gorgeous girl with red hair who lived in these dingy apartments. And tonight she sported a nice pink blouse and a fancy pair of stolen sunglasses. The ladies were going out after all. Even though she was dressed cheerful, her facial expression did not match.

"Mama, what's wrong?" Lilith asked, but Magne didn't give a clear answer.

"Everything will be okay," Magne said. "Hide. Don't make a sound. The heroes are coming. I love you." She kissed her daughter Lilith's head andgave attakai a pat. "You too Kai."

"Where's my dad?" Attakai started to ask, but Magne had already turned to walk out.

The heroes would ruin everything. They always did.

Lilith hid quickly, under a desk in the corner. Unsure of where to go, Attakai went straight to the closet. And soon, she could hear footsteps trailing down the hall and the voices connected to them.

"Maybe there aren't any captives? I mean, the league hasn't been very active in the past few years." It was a male voice. He sounded genuinely happy about the possibility of finding no victims. And, he had the voice of someone who smiles often.

"I believe we only have two rooms left to check." A monotoned voice replied.

The voices were getting closer and closer. Until they stepped into the room.

Attakai considered picking a fight before they found her. She was fiery, but frozen in fear. Plus, if she picked a fight, they'd find her. And, probaby turn her over to the state. Bleh.

Staying frozen in fear was the best option- until Attakai fucked that up. She only slightly moved but a slight movement was all it took for a shoebox to come tumbling down to the closet floor. And, a pair of feet cautiously and quickly rushed to the closet.

A freckled young man, about the age of 18, opened the closet door and crouched down to her eye level. He pulled down his mask, making his warm smile visible. She recognized him, anyone would. Deku was a top hero.

"Hey, it's okay, kiddo. The heroes are here! We're gonna save you."

Attakai didn't know how the hell him being a hero was supposed to make her feel any better. It made her feel worse, less safe than before. But her fear was easily hidden behind her fight.

"I don't need saving. You aren't doing anything to help me. All you do is arrest people who have families! So fuck off." Attakai had big language for such a little body. Courtesy of being raised by villian.

"Um well, we arrest people who do bad things." Deku replied, ignoring the young child's foul mouth.

"I don't wanna go to jail!"She cried out. Her fear finally showed as she fell back, her arm lighting up in flames.

He jumped back, his eyes widening in concern. "Um- Shoto? Fire! Can you handle this?" He asked as he stepped away nervously and his partner came forward.

"You're not going to jail," Shoto held out his hand to the child and tried to be reassuring. "We're going to take you somewhere safe." He said.

She stared back at him with furrowed brows. Attakai did not feel safe at all. Her blue eyes were a mix of fear and fight. He didn't seem ill-intentioned. In a way, he looked familiar. His eyes and face matched that of her father's. He was one of them. Her dad had spoken about their heroic family members.

[dreamerking27]

Hmm, gonna ask you to work on the middle english essay for WIP Wednesday this week

Redid my outline to flow much better. And a Larkspur snippet:

Autumn doesn’t seem to expect him to, though. He squeezes Larkspur’s hands in his. “Are you ready to go back to sleep?”

“I can rest tomorrow night, if I’m free of all this,” Larkspur says. “I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight.”

“Okay,” Autumn says. “Do you want me to read to you?”

“Please.” So they read until they hear the rest of the house stir. The party heads for the basement. Larkspur and Autumn wait.

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[tswiftcore]

Taylor Swift Interview - Marie Claire - June, 2009

Taylor Swift loves a lot of things, but maybe nothing quite so much at this moment as her new Prevost tour bus. "It's amazing!" she says, bounding through the backstage labyrinth of the Save Mart Center in Fresno, California, where she'll be performing tonight — long Goldilocks curls bouncing behind her as she goes. "My mom and I just redid the whole thing. Come see!"

Inside, the bus is a lush girly fantasy in chocolate brown and peacock blue, complete with a tufted brown velvet couch and pearly blonde laminated wood paneling, an electric fireplace ("Because I'm always freezing!"), a big champagne marble bathroom, and a Star Trac treadmill that folds up like a Murphy bed. "We bought the old bus from Cher," explains Swift's mom, Andrea, who goes on every tour, watching from the sidelines, keen-eyed and silent as an eagle. "So it was all black and gothic." For the new bus, she says, "We wanted to brighten things up."

In Swift's bedroom, a big turquoise satin jewelry box has the word Barbie written across it in rhinestones, and Swift's first two multiplatinum albums shine above her silky, pillow-piled turquoise-and-brown bed like twin full moons. A sign over the door reads Never, Never, Never Give Up in curling bronze script.

"Did you have that made?" I ask her.

"No. I got it from T.J. Maxx," chirps Swift, who may be the world's least snobbish pop princess. In Taylor Swift's world (or "Taylor Nation," as fans call it), Urban Outfitters T-shirts and $900 Christian Louboutin stilettos are embraced with equal fervor. All the crew members are presented with cakes on their birthdays and serenaded by Swift herself. And everyone — literally everyone — is greeted with a hug and an enormous smile. It's kind of like meeting Mickey at Disney World. The weeping 8-year-old fan in a pink cowboy hat gets a hug. The mayor of Fresno gets a hug. Even the sweaty, walrus-shaped teenage boy with the slightly crazed glint in his eye gets a hug — though when he starts pawing Swift and kissing her all over her face, two beefy security guys step in and carry him off. "It scares the daylights out of me when she goes around hugging everybody," says Scott Borchetta, who signed Swift to his then-newborn record label, Big Machine, in 2005. "I have to turn my head when she does it during the concerts. But you couldn't stop her if you tried; she's just a born hugger."

Swift's gasping love for most things she sets eyes on (Starbucks coffee, low-fat strawberry Pop-Tarts, and members of the band Def Leppard included) might get old quickly if it weren't accompanied by a big winking dose of sass that gives her a Tinker Bell-ish quality. At 20, she is tall and skinny as a string bean, with long, gangly white arms and a plump, angelic face. Her eyes are blue as forget-me-nots, with a slightly Asian tilt and thick curling lashes that she flirts with expertly and shamelessly, like Scarlett O'Hara.

Though Swift was born in Wyomissing, Pennsylvania, and lived there until she was 14, there is a specifically Southern flavor to much of her appeal. She loves flouncy miniskirts and candy-colored strapless dresses and halo-style headbands with silk flowers sewn on. She says "Y'all" and "Thay-nk ewe!" She prays. She bakes. (When she's home in Nashville, she regularly delivers homemade pumpkin-spice cookies with cream cheese frosting to the construction guys working on her new condo.) But there's a clear-eyed, laser-focus quality to Swift's attention, too — you sense there's a mighty brain ticking beneath all those blonde curls. "I love having a goal, feeling like I'm on a mission," says Swift. "I love trying to beat what I've done so far."

At the moment, that's a tall order. Swift's second album, Fearless, was the best-selling album of any genre in 2009. An addictive confection of country/pop love songs, Fearless stole the hearts of little girls and not-so-little girls all over America, sitting at number one on the Billboard Top 200 for 11 weeks, which is longer than any other album in the last decade. Come awards time, Swift took home four Grammys (including Best Album of the Year) and the MTV Moonman for Best Female Video (aka The Kanye Incident) — along with a truckload of other trophies, including the CMA award for Entertainer of the Year in 2009. Tickets for Swift's recent concert at L.A.'s Staples Center sold out in two minutes. Last year, she earned $18 million from albums and touring alone.

Suddenly, Taylor Swift is an enormous star. Like, the kind of star people have started comparing to Michael Jackson and Madonna. The kind of star who tours with nine buses and several purple trucks that have her face plastered on the side. The kind of star about whom Borchetta says, "Look, if she can produce a superior third album, one that's as big as the last two ... well, when's the last time somebody did that?"

Fresno is an interesting place to see Swift perform. Basically, the whole town has gone bananas over her — including the mayor, who has officially proclaimed today "Taylor Swift Day." (In part, this may be an attempt to distract residents from the fact that Fresno was recently rated the number one Drunkest City in America by Men's Health magazine, but still ...) A dusty farm town in the middle of California, Fresno is the land of monster trucks and short-haired, churchgoing ladies in ruffled homemade aprons and Easy Spirit shoes who sell their crafts at the Big Hat Days festival in neighboring Clovis. Swift, who does not drink or swear or flash cleavage, is huge here.

Outside the Save Mart Center, near the herd of Taylor Swift tour buses, a local radio station has set up its own bus and is broadcasting live all afternoon from a big loudspeaker. What seems like thousands of little girls and teenage girls and middle-aged girls are milling about in the parking lot — some dressed in homemade versions of the oversize "Junior Jewels" T-shirt and black nerd glasses that Swift wears in her "You Belong With Me" video — carrying huge "Taylor" signs and screaming "Taylor!" from time to time.

"I like her because she's young and pretty and she writes stuff we can relate to," says pretty, freckle-faced Caroline Meyers, whose mother has driven her and her best friend, Lexi Kraft, here 240 miles from Colusa, California. Both girls are 17. Both are wearing T-shirts that say "I drive by my ex-boyfriend's house too!" — something Swift admitted to doing in a CMT interview. "She's a good role model," adds Kraft. "Also, she's really pretty."

Swift has performed in Fresno before — but never like this. The first time she played here, in 2006, it was at Cali's Frozen Custard Creamery out on Blackstone Avenue. Swift, then 16, was in town for a promotional radio tour. She and her band stopped off for frozen yogurt and ended up playing an impromptu concert. The second time was two years ago, when she opened for Rascal Flatts. So when Swift appears later in the afternoon for a meet-and-greet backstage with the various radio people of Fresno and says, "I can't tell y'all how long I have been waiting for this night!", you actually believe her.

For Swift, performing seems not so much a profession as a calling. Like being a nun or a Jedi Knight. It's the only thing she's ever wanted to do, at all. Ever. "I have been singing randomly, obsessively, obnoxiously for as long as I can remember," says Swift, who grew up on an idyllic Christmas-tree farm in rural Pennsylvania with her own pony. The oldest child of well-to-do parents (her father, Scott, is a stockbroker; her mother, Andrea, quit her job as a mutual fund marketing executive to raise Swift and Swift's little brother, Austin), Swift insists that although her parents believed in her completely, the burning need to sing in public was entirely her own. "My parents have videos of me on the beach at, like, 3," she continues, "going up to people and singing Lion King songs for them. I was literally going from towel to towel, saying, 'Hi, I'm Taylor. I'm going to sing I Just Can't Wait to Be King for you now.'"

We're sitting on the couch in her backstage dressing room, which she shares with her brunette backup singer, Liz Huett, and her redheaded fiddle player, Caitlin Evanson, who are also two of her best friends. They both feature prominently in the homemade videos that Swift posts regularly for fans on the taylor swift website and Facebook, and they flank Swift like handmaidens. A big rack of bright, silky dresses stands against one wall; a forest of Louboutins is spread out over the floor. A giant soda from In-n-Out Burger sits melting on the coffee table.

"It's very Taylor to want to share her dressing room," Swift's publicist, Paula Erickson, said earlier. "She just likes having her friends around." And while that's true, it's worth noting that toward the end of every concert, Evanson and Swift have a spectacular, hair-thrashing drumming battle on two big steel garbage cans during the song "Should've Said No." (Swift always wins.)

It's about 5:30 in the afternoon, and Swift has just finished her preconcert rehearsal. She does not seem nervous at all. In fact, she seems downright relaxed. Dressed in a loose gray miniskirt and black Rag & Bone dance shoes with patent leather tips, she has been trying to explain to me what it's like to be born with such an intense sense of destiny, and how completely it has defined and driven her life so far. "It's literally all I've ever dreamed of," she says.

By the time she was 10, the details of Swift's future had begun to fall into place. She knew she wanted to be a country singer. She knew she needed to go to Nashville to make it happen. She'd discovered karaoke and was teaching herself to sing like Faith Hill and the Dixie Chicks and Shania Twain. She had taken to performing at any event she could find, including garden clubs and Boy Scout meetings, which made her seriously unpopular at school. Swift didn't care. She was on a mission. "I knew that everything I wanted to happen could happen in Nashville," she says. "So it became my number one goal to get there somehow."