Alternate Universe - Small Town | Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics | Omega Harry Styles | Alpha Louis Tomlinson | Baker Harry Styles | Waiter Harry Styles | Doctor Louis Tomlinson | Strangers to Lovers | Fluff and Angst | Angst with a Happy Ending | Inspired by the movie and musical Waitress (2007 + 2016) | Mpreg | Unplanned Pregnancy | Abortion Mentioned/Discussed | Abuse | Domestic Abuse & Violence | Cheating | They have an affair | Pining | Minor Character Death | Single Parent Harry Styles | Slow Burn | 39k
Harry works as a waiter and pie baker at a diner, and is trapped in an unhappy marriage to his abusive alpha. When he falls pregnant, things become more complicated. And then he starts having an affair with his doctor, which doesnât really help the situation either.
Louis has just moved to a new town with his omega, when he suddenly finds himself taking on a whole lot of new patients at the practice he works at. And then he starts having an affair with one of said patients.
A story about surviving dark times and finding purpose, romantic and platonic love, and pie.
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summary: With great power comes unexpected and awkward side effects. Also: kissing lessons. (Isnât that how the saying goes?)
a/n: Guess who saw Power Rangers and is predictable trash? Guess who loves all that trope-y cheesiness? Guess who doesnât remember how to write, but is doing it anyways? Me me me. Anyways, I tried to bring the cheese, my friends, but Iâm just not capable of writing poetry like âAre we Power Rangers or are we friends?â. Alas.
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WARNING for @smallandsundry : there is KISSING in this fic. (Also, no bear rangers.) Please avert your eyes.
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Sheâs dreaming right before sheâs awoken, so that might explain the terror she feels when her eyes first open. Or maybe it has something to do with the figure pulling themselves through her window.Â
Kimberly acts before her eyes have a chance to adjust, rolling off of the bed and into a fighting stance before she takes in the untied sneakers, grey sweatpants, and yellow tank top.
âTrini?â Kim asks in disbelief. âWhat -- what time is it?â
It's a real sign that something is wrong when Trini doesn't respond - not with a flat remark about the alarm clock with neon pink numbers that Kim definitely see (despite the question) or the admittedly somewhat ridiculous sight of Kim in an oversized USA Gymnastics t-shirt and fuzzy socks.Â
âTrini?â she asks again, quieter now, as she steps forward towards the window where Trini stands, gaze focused on the ground.
âI don't know why I came here,â she mutters. âI'm gonna--â
âDon't!â She doesn't use an excuse this time, simply reaches out to rest a (tentative) hand on Triniâs arm; once she makes contact, she realizes that Trini is shaking - only just. âYou don't always have to run. What happened?â
Nothing to do with Ranger business, Kim is willing to bet. Not when Trini had texted all of them before with seeming ease, even after Rita had invaded her home and left deep scratches that - now that Kim looks closer - have faded away a bit too well. Â
âI hurt someone,â Trini says shortly, then sucks in a shuddered breath. âI didn't mean to,â she adds, with a level of emotion that Kim hasn't heard since the bonfire (the one that she had wimped out on - the one where she had listened and not shared - the one she had realized that out of all the Rangers, she deserved to be there less than anyone).
âOf course you didnât,â Kim says softly, taking a half step closer.
âI was -- it was justâŠâ Trini folds her arms. Then unfolds and refolds them.  âWe were kissing. It got⊠whatever -- intense, I guess.â
Kim actually feels herself flush. Like some kind of... inexperienced freshman.
âOh, thatâs⊠good.â
That, at least, gets a reaction; Triniâs head snaps back up as she levels Kim with an almost reassuring sneer.
âGood? Kim, I basically put her through a wall! I think I bruised her!â She loses steam quickly though, and her gaze finds the ground once again. âAnd then I jumped out of her window.â She scoffs. âSo stupid. Guess thatâs done with.â
âMaybe if you justâŠâ
âExplained?â Trini finishes dryly. âYeah, thatâd go over well. âHey, sorry I dented your wall with your body, but Iâm a superhero and lost control over my super-strength because kissing you felt nice. Wanna do it again?ââ
âI mean, yeah?â Kim begins, but hurries onward when Trini stares at her in disbelief. âNot exactly that, but you probably just need to, like, practice?â
Trini scoffs again, and finally moves away from the window (and Kim), and into the middle of the room, where she slumps against the foot of the bed. Kim takes it as a good sign, especially when Triniâs small scowl turns into a smirk, upon taking in the whole of her bedroom.
âSo pink was a thing for you before you were a Ranger, huh?â
âI never really got around to redecorating,â Kim shrugs, sitting on the floor next to Trini (so that their shoulders just brush). âThe whole pink ballerina theme worked when I was eight, and⊠until recently, messing up the careful equilibrium of my life wasnât really something I was super into. Anyways, I guess it fits again.â
âI bought a yellow flannel the other day,â Trini admits. âI wasnât even thinking about it. And look!â She tugs at her (yellow) tank with a soft little groan. âSo stupid.â
âItâs all a lot for us to get used to. Including... you know,â Kim prompts, and Trini rolls her eyes.
âYeah, well, you and Jason can put each other through walls all you want. Itâs not like youâll hurt each other. Or give away the big secret. Lucky you.â
Kim blushes again. (Itâs not great. And sheâs not sure she understands why itâs happening so much now.) âJason and I arenâtâŠâ
âYeah, right,â Trini laughs.
âWeâre not,â she says again, more firmly this time. âI mean⊠we havenât.â
âYet.â
She falls silent, unsure how to respond. (Unsure about a lot.) Still, thereâs no beating Trini in a game of silence, so it stretches on past the point of comfort for Kimberly. Even the sounds outside are muted (Angel Grove has little in the way of nightlife), limited to the occasional chirp of an insect.
âIâm just saying,â she says, giving in after not much longer than a minute. âWeâre all here for you, alright? If you need help. With... whatever.â
âWith avoiding kissing a pretty girl to the point of injury?â Trini drawls. âYeah, all I need is one of Jasonâs pep talks for that, then Iâm all fixed.â
Kimberly frowns. âPractice, I meant. You could practice⊠kissing?â
Her confident tone fades pretty quickly with that one, and Trini shoots her a sideways glance at the half-hearted attempt. âReally? Youâre sticking to that?â
âIt could help! We all had to learn how to morph. And to not accidentally jump over buildings or tear doors off their handles. So why shouldnât you be able to practice this too? It just takes a little concentration, right? You could practice with⊠someone! Keeping your cool. In those situations.â
âYeah, well, problem is, I wouldnât have a problem âkeeping my coolâ with anyone who might be willing to volunteer.â At Kimberlyâs puzzled look, Trini rolls her eyes again. âDudes, Kim. Iâm not into dudes.â
âOh, so⊠not at all. Um. Okay.â The flush on the back of her neck is back, and Kimberly especially hates it now. âSo⊠me, then. You could practice with me.â
Triniâs lips twist in an expression of vague annoyance or maybe displeasure; Kim doesn't really like either option.
âWhat, so just because I like girls I have to be into you?â
âOf course not,â Kimberly shoots back, clearly peeved, despite herself. âLook, I'm just trying to help and if you don't think I'm pretty or whatever--â
âGive me a break!â Trini snorts, shifting away from Kim, and onto her feet, but Kim just follows her up. âYou're fishing for compliments now? Really?â
âWell, fine, if it's not that, what is it? What's not good enough for you?â
âOh, I don't know,â Trini drawls, voice coated in sarcasm. âMaybe the whole you being straight thing, Kimberly.â
âI thought you didn't like labels.â
The look Trini gives her is once again hard for Kim to read (disbelief? hurt? anger?), but she knows she's gone too far -- pushed too much -- and immediately drops her gaze.
âSorry,â she murmurs. âThe whole⊠me being a bitch thing is kind of a hard habit to break, I guess.â
Trini sighs, but she also sits back down, this time on top of Kim's bed, right at the foot, where all her sheets (pink and green floral) had bunched up in her earlier dash out of bed.
âYou're not a bitch,â Trini says, shrugging her shoulders a bit. âJust sometimes⊠bitchy.â
That's probably kinder than Kim deserves, and weirdly close to what Jason had said. It makes her feel almost warm. With gratitude andâŠfriendship, maybe. Affection? Whatever it is, it must show on her face, because Trini gives her a strange look.
âThat doesn't mean this isn't a stupid idea, though. The practicing thing.â
That shakes Kim out of it, at least partially, and she once again sits alongside Trini, a bit closer than before. âDo you have a better one?â
âNo,â Trini admits, eyes narrowing slightly as she stares at Kim, unwavering. Kim just stares back, lifting her chin, just a little.
(She has the unnerving thought that if she looks away, Trini will call the whole thing off. And maybe never talk to her again. At least not about anything like this. Her subsequent thought it that⊠maybe that would be for the best. That there's something here that maybe Kim doesn't see, but should nevertheless avoid.)
âWeâre friends,â Kim says, and even with everything that's going on, it's easy to find conviction for these words, at least. âSo whatever it is you need, I'm here. Maybe some⊠yoga?â Kim makes a face at her own suggestion. âHiking helps me. Swimming too. We just have to find the right thing that makes you feelâŠâ Safe, Kim thinks, but it sounds too stupid to voice aloud.
âLetâs do it.â Trini is all grim determination, her face set. âLetâs try your dumb idea.â
Kimberly blinks. âWhat?â
âPractice,â Trini clarifies blandly, and Kim can't read her expression at all now. âIt's the best bad idea weâve got. Let's try it.â
âNow?â She's actually pretty proud of herself for not squeaking the word out -- for making it sound calm and totally chill -- even if it shouldn't be an accomplishment at all. This dumb idea had been all hers, after all, hadn't it?
âWhat would we wait for?â
Kim shrugs and tosses her hair (it doesn't have quite the same effect it used to, but she's constantly forgetting that). âJust want to make sure you're comfortable. You weren't, like, five seconds ago.â
âI guess I change my mind fast,â Trini drawls, but it sounds kind of like bravado, and Kim feels herself calm -- just slightly -- at the idea that maybe she isnât the only one feeling weirdly anxious. âSo letâs do this.â
Triniâs turned to look at her fully now, and thereâs enough light from the moon for Kim to see the challenge offered up in her expression; that arch of her brow and the forced little smirk and from this close the lighter brown highlights in her eyes kind of flicker and⊠thatâs all totally relevant. Definitely.
âAlright.â She leans towards Trini, one hand balancing on her own knee to steady herself as she twists (and puts on the most neutral expression she can muster). âThen kiss me.â
More silence. And staring. And Kimberly trying very hard to remain vaguely indifferent to the whole situation.
Just when sheâs about to give up, Trini kisses her.
Lightly.
Just a soft press of her lips to Kimâs with hardly any pressure at all.
Kim considers: shifting closer, pulling away, deepening the kiss, starting to laugh, putting her hand on Triniâs cheek, opening her eyes (which had closed, reflexively), putting her hand on Triniâs hip, and pretending to fall off the bed, all in quick succession before she realizes sheâs blushing and maybe a little lightheaded and also that Trini smells really nice, like sheâd just taken a shower before she climbed through Kimâs window, and -- oh -- that makes the blush deepen a lot more andâŠ
Then Trini sucks in a small breath of air and it makes her mouth open just a little and Kimâs hand curls, taking in a fistful of sheets, andâŠ
Trini pulls away. Kim nearly pitches forward.
âNope. That didnât work.â Triniâs voice is gruff and⊠coming from far away?
It takes an extended moment (of opening her eyes and blinking repeatedly) for Kim to realize that Trini is already back at the window, practically halfway through to the outdoors.
âWait. Trini. What?â
(Smooth. Super smooth.)
âDidnât work,â Trini says again, turning her head only the slightest bit towards her before facing away once again; Kim stares at her back as though sheâll be able to find some kind of meaning in the moving lines of her shoulder. (She comes up entirely empty.) âThanks for trying, though. See you tomorrow.â
Trini steps out on the (third floor) roof ledge and drops out of view; Kim barely hears the thud of Triniâs feet hitting the ground, and definitely doesnât hear anything else after. Except maybe her own breathing, which sounds weirdly heavy to her own ears. She can also hear her heartbeat. Which sounds fast. Way too fast.
She takes in a deep breath. And then another. And then another, except that this time she licks her lips and -- damn it -- was that lip gloss? There had been no lip gloss involved in her pre-bedtime routine, especially not raspberry lip gloss. So that was definitely all Trini, and that thought makes her stomach pitch and... back to deep breaths.Â
Itâs only then -- after seven whole steadying breaths -- that she notices sheâs still clutching her sheets. Or, part of her sheets, at least. And as she stares down at the ripped portion of her bedding (torn away, it seemed, by the force of her nails digging through them), she realizes that Trini had been right.
chapter summary: Â Â This is a completely pointless, totally cheeseball epilogue, tbh.Â
a/n: Â Thanks for going on this fun trope tour through Garbage City with me, y'all. I have had an incredible amount of fun with this fic, fandom, and ship, and even though this silly thing is over, don't think for a second that there isn't more Trini/Kim to come from me. I'm obsessed, okay? Thanks for making my world with your encouragement throughout this thing. For real. Â <3
chapter summary:Â Kim is a big bisexual disaster and kissing lessons begin in earnest.
a/n: Many, many thanks to @aggrieve whose art of Trini wearing a pink string bracelet gave me LIFE. He was cool with me using the idea in this fic, so many props to him. If you haven't seen the art, you are missing out.Â
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chapter summary: Â The Rangers try to teleport, Zordon tries to give advice, and Kim attempts to figure things out. (Hint: none of these things go super well.)
a/n:  I have to admit, I am thoroughly distracted by band AU thoughts, but the Garbage City Troupe Tour continues onward, and now with an end in sight! (Maybe.)
chapter summary: Kim and Trini find themselves right back where they started, but only after Kim has a couple encounters with parents.Â
a/n: I definitely 1000% saw this movie again today and also took notes. My excuse for the note-taking? âOh, Iâm helping a friend with a podcastâ BECAUSE THAT IS SO PLAUSIBLE.Â
chapter summary: Â Kim goes running, gets advice from an unexpected source, and finally *finally* gets her shit together.
a/n: Â Weâre nearing the end, my friends! Just an epilogue after this. Thanks for sticking with me. :) This has been a surprising joy to write, tbh. I just... LOVE THEM SO MUCH, okay?