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blackbat05 · 3 years

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Day by Day

Shangqi x Reader

A/N: My love for this man has hit an all time high so let me capitalize on it while I still can! If you read everything, I sincerely thank you for doing so!!! And holy cow 2 fics in 2 days have I gone back into my prime days?

Genre: PG-13

Notes: As the title mentioned, I’ll probably set it some time after endgame. You could see it as a prequel to my first post! Reader is a social worker and she’s just dealing with all the mess that the snap bought back. The reader’s name as Jen Lee. I also apologize in advance for the potentially long fic.

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‘Excuse me, I’m looking for my child? Her name’s Wang Yiman and she’s seven.’ Another frazzled-looking parent fought her way to the front of the receptionist, approaching the helpless intern who looked like she was going to be on the verge of tears if another request came in.

‘I got this,’ a hand calmly reassured the young intern as she beckoned the relief parent. ‘Mrs Wang? My name is Jen Lee and I’m the social worker here.’ I offered my hand for the anxious mother. ‘Oh thank god! Is Yiman ok? She must have been so scared!’ I slowed to a stop outside the room at the end of the corridor, gently sitting her down.

‘Yiman has been a very brave girl Mrs Wang, but I will not lie to you. The sudden disappearance of their parents has traumatized a lot of kids. We’ve managed to explain to them what was going on but they will need a lot of support.’ I gave a glance over Mrs Wang’s shoulder, nodding to my colleague, Tammy who was holding the hand of a little girl in pigtails and a floral dress.

妈妈! mā ma (mommy!)

The young girl ran into her mother’s open arms, allowing the floodgates to open from both ends. I turn to Tammy as we shared a silent agreement to leave the area. ‘That’s the last one for the day,’ Tammy unceremoniously plops herself onto the chair, letting out a groan. ‘Thanks for your hard work Jen.’

‘Right back at you.’ I entered the last bit of paperwork before uploading Yiman’s case file onto the portal. Yiman’s reunion with her parents meant the Children and Youth Centre were halfway in getting every displaced child back to their parents. Looking at the dingy television that was hung on the walls at the waiting room, despite not being able to hear anything, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on. S.W.O.R.D was apparently in a stand-off against Wanda Maximoff? Reported rumors that Sam Wilson didn’t want anything to do with the shield? It’s been a crazy few weeks but that was utter-

‘Bullshit! If anything it’s the government. They must have psyched him into giving up the shield.’ My chair swiveled to face Tammy who returned a nonchalant shrug. ‘What? You know I’m right. Doesn’t matter if half the world’s gone or our universe gets split into two - they’re the true evil here. I’m still struggling to find a place after I found a couple making out in my apartment! And you know what the global repatriation council told me? We’re only dealing with urgent cases right now. Well I say f-’

The incessant ringing of the bell interrupted our conversation, replacing Tammy’s tirade into a cheeky grin. ‘Look who’s here!’

Shangqi stands behind the counter, dressed in his usual red varsity jacket and jeans, holding bags of what I could only make out as takeout from the Chinese restaurant that was run by a friendly Singaporean couple. ‘Did I interrupt something?’ He scratches his head nervously. ‘Nope, in fact you just saved me from Tammy’s monologue, any further and she’ll explicitly tell me what she saw in her apartment when she got dusted back that day,’ I shivered in mock fear. ‘Still haunts me up till today.’ Tammy meets us by the door, bag in her hand.

‘I thought you were staying? We got fried dumplings and 泡饭 pào fàn (poached rice).’

‘Last minute duty - A parent called, gotta run! Enjoy your dinner date.’ She waggles her eyebrows suggestively, much to our embarrassment. ‘What? It’s not...’ Shangqi stutters, trying to form intelligible sentences. ‘Get out before I throw a fried dumpling at your face Tammy!’ She winks at me, before darting out of the door. Once my nosy colleague was out, I turn towards a red-faced Shangqi. ‘I’m so sorry... just don’t mind her.’

‘Huh?’ The man was knocked out of his stupor. ‘Oh yeah... sure,’ in an attempt to forget everything that had just happened, he opened the packets of fried dumplings. ‘Ready for war?’

‘I was born ready.’

Thirty-five minutes later, all that was left were the remnants of fried dumplings and three empty containers.

‘This should be illegal,’ I patted my stomach in satisfaction to his amusement. ‘Laugh at yourself! You lost track of how many dumplings you had and ended up taking my share!’

Raising his hands in defeat, Shangqi starts to clear the table up. ‘So how’s the center? Everything alright?’ I nodded numbly.

The past five years had been a blur. Hazy, even. All I remembered was a kid running into the office telling me that half of the staff disappeared during a school holiday program that we were running with a dozen other kids. Parents who survived the snap rushed to our center, demanding to see their children. We couldn’t give them any answer as we too, were equally perplexed. Maybe the only thing that made sense was Shangqi and Katy bursting into the center to help us with the chaos.

Coming back from what could be the 1000th phone call, I got a glimpse in the children’s playroom where the five years old kids were at, treating myself to an amusing sight. They all had red cloths draped around their neck, each holding a stick that was from the abandoned prop box. Katy wasn’t spared to as she was wearing her own red cloth that seemed a few sizes to small for her. Not that she didn’t seem to mind.

‘Alright my warriors! Chargeeeeee!!!!!!’

In unison, little pairs of feet pattered across the room towards their ‘enemy’, a cardboard cutout of a monstrous creature who was really just Shangqi in disguise.

‘RAWR! I’ll eat anyone who stands in my way!’ He stands up, mimicking a dinosaur that was about to trample an entire city. I decided that the paperwork could wait, standing near the door to watch an Oscar-worthy performance. With great effort and bravery from the kids, they finally managed to take down 5 foot 10 worth of muscle.

‘Again! Again!’

I chuckled upon seeing Shangqi on the floor, about to drift off into wonderland. It was time for me to step in. ‘Alright kids that’s enough for today! Dinner’s here.’ As the kids dispersed with the help of Katy, it was just the two of us left to clear up the mess. ‘Thank you so much, both of you. I honestly can’t think of what would happen if you guys didn’t come to help.’

Perhaps my body language was screaming ‘I’m dead tired, please just knock me out’ as Shangqi takes a cloth from me, folding it back into the box. ‘It’s what we would have done, this place, it means a lot to us - to me.’

A small knock on the door diverts our attention away from the trash. Little Yiman stands at the door, as she stares at the both of us with big round eyes.

‘Yiman, it’s late, what are you doing here?’ I squat down to her eye level. The little girl beams, ‘ 妈妈 said that I could give this to you!’ She passes me a juice box together with a handmade card with colorful scribbles. Maybe I was carrying too much on my shoulders, as I suddenly felt a boulder lifted off me. ‘Thank you,’ I smile at her sweetly, ‘I love apple juice.’ Happy with the response, she runs to Shangqi. ‘Shangqi 哥哥 gē ge (brother)!’

He breaks out into a smile, opening his arms wide. Yiman nuzzles her head into his shoulder before breaking out into uncontrollable giggles from his sudden attack of tickles. ‘Are you hear to help Miss Jen?’ I took the trash from his hands, giving him some time with the girl.

‘Yes I am. Miss Jen needs some help so I’m here today!’

‘Are you her boyfriend?’

Shangqi freezes on the spot. He had undergone what could be the toughest training by his father, fought the greatest assassins in the world and here he was - stumped by a question from a seven year old. ‘Well... I’m her close friend since when we were very young,’ Yiman looks at him expectantly. ‘She helped me when I was in trouble so I had to be a good friend when she was in trouble too.’

‘Like how Ningning helped me when I injured my knee?’

‘Yeah... something like that.’ He breathes a sigh of relief, thankful to escape his first crisis. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure if he was telling himself the truth.

‘Yiman! Your mother’s here!’ The little girl gives him one last hug before running to the waiting room. Shangqi takes a moment to recollect himself. ‘Here I am thinking that you finally managed to have some stamina while interacting with young children, maybe I was wrong.’ I teased as I sat beside him.

‘Har har, hilarious.’ He tosses me a straw for our peach teas, as we were greeted by the amazing night view of San Francisco. ‘Enough about me, you good though?’ Looks like he didn’t forget the conversation that was cut off earlier. My mind goes back to a few minutes earlier, eavesdropping on the conversation.

‘I had to be a good friend when she was in trouble too.’

Life has been so unpredictable, I don’t even want to think too far into the future. With appearances from more superpowered beings, I don’t know what’s real anymore.

‘Yeah. To be honest, it’s been so crazy and overwhelming but I’ll get through it. I have you don’t I?’ Giving him a wink, I slowly sipped on the sweetness of the tea, savoring the pearls. He pauses for a moment, nodding thoughtfully.

Life isn’t the same as it was before. But maybe, just maybe... if I had Shangqi, I’ll take each day on one at a time. Day by day.

[END]

A/N: Hoho! I literally spent the whole afternoon writing because I just had to get this idea out and also because work was pretty slow today. I have no idea what is up with my first two fics hinting at unrequited love? I guess I got inspired by Shangqi’s and Katy’s platonic relationship because I thought it was so well written but I also love Shangqi so I guess is a compromise kinda thing. Again, do like and comment if you wish! Really thankful that y’all have been so kind to me so far!

Perhaps I’ll try my hand at shorter ones like headcannons before this girl exhausts herself out and I don’t want to do that because I believe I have more to show!

#xu shangqi #shangqi imagine #shangqi x reader #katy shang chi #shang chi #shang chi x reader

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footballfanfictions · 3 years

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The thrill of the chase - Chapter Five

Pairings: Mason Mount/OC, Ben Chilwell/OC

Warnings: Smut (18+)

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Mason

I had watched Katie and Ben leave hand in hand, absolutely seething. I had this awful sickening feeling in my stomach that I couldn’t quite understand. All i knew for sure was that I didn’t trust Ben. I had known him before he arrived at Chelsea and we had played together for England./ He had always seem like quite a sound lad, but there was just something about him that I didn’t like.

Christina had whined at me all night about dancing with her and when I refused had gone off in a huff to dance with a group of other guys on the dancefloor, grinding against them provocatively, as if that would ever make me mad. I had been going off her for a long time now, only clinging on to the relationship because I was scared of being on my own.

My mind kept going back to Katie kissing Ben on the dancefloor. How he had held onto her, how she had run her hand through his hair. If I was honest with myself I knew why I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it because I wished that it were my hands on her.

I had quietly admired her from afar for the entire previous season since returning from my loan at Derby County. In that entire time she had barely even said a word to me and that only made the longing feeling worse if anything. I’ve always enjoyed the thrill of the chase.

I felt bad for silently celebrating the end of her long term relationship, which I found out about from one of the physios one day when casually asking why Katie looked so sad that day. She had always been quite a serious person fully invested in her job, but that day changed her and she had gone cold.

Now I was seeing her fire returning, and she was burning for Ben.

I thought all of these thoughts while Christina was on top of me, half heartedly grinding against me. She hated going on top, hated having sex with me in general really these days. I usually did all the work, taking all of my frustration out on her. But tonight she was drunk enough to do all the work, while I lay back against the pillows.

The only reason I was able to get hard and stay hard was because I was thinking about Katie.

Christina started to move her hips a little faster against me then and I momentarily snapped out of my day dream, grabbing her hips firmly. Then I put the situation out of my head and concentrated on the fantasy of Katie on top of me.

A few moments later I felt her tighten around me and started to thrust up to meet her hips,cursing quietly under my breath “f-fuck.. Katie…”

It took a second for me to realise what I had said, my eyes snapping open to meet Christina’s but she was already rolling off of me and getting out of the bed to shower like she did after every time we had sex, wanting to wash the memory of me off of her. She was entirely oblivious.

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Katie

I woke up momentarily confused, the curtains still wide open from the day before allowed the sun to come streaming in and blinded me for a second.

My mouth felt uncomfortably dry and my head was slightly pounding.

Rolling over I knocked into the side of Ben’s sleeping body and the memory of the previous night came back to me.

I had slept with Ben, and we had barely even had a date. I scolded myself silently, wondering how I could be stupid enough to let a footballer sleep with me on the first night. I was probably one in a hundred girls that he had slept with early on and then never talked to again.

He stirred and slung his arm across my stomach, pulling me in close against his chest, he nuzzled his head against my neck. I tried really hard not to smile at the fact that he was laying here cuddling me rather than getting up and running away straight away.

“Stop fretting.” he mumbled quietly. His voice all low, sleepy and raspy sounding even more attractive than usual. “I’m not going anywhere…” he continued, now in a whisper, his lips moving to kiss my collarbone while his hand swept my hair out of the way.

I breathed out a deep sigh of relief and relaxed into his arms.

“Didn’t scare you away then?” I joked.

Disregarding the sex, this was the most intimate I had been with anyone since Rory. I tried not to show Ben how insecure I felt about being completely bare before him.

“No way” he smirked.

We were both silent for a minute, Ben was still holding me against him, his fingertips now trailing down my back. I was struggling to figure out what I should say to him now. Should I offer him some breakfast? Ask him to hang out with me today? It had been so long since I had brought someone home with me outside of a relationship that I had no idea what the post sex etiquette was.

“What time is it?” Ben asked, lifting his head to look at the display on my alarm clock sat on the bedside table.

I looked at it too, having to squint to read the display clearly due to the sunshine. “8.30”

He jolted slightly against me and then sat up. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry but there is somewhere that I need to be.” he pressed a quick kiss to my cheek but then offered no further explanation as he silently dressed.

I waited until his back was turned while he was putting his shoes and socks back on before I slipped out of the bed covers myself and threw a pair of shorts and a t shirt on to look half way to presentable to see him out.

Once we were both dressed he grabbed my hand and pulled me against him to give me a brief kiss.

“See you later then.” I said casually.

He smiled at me and squeezed my hand, letting me lead him to the front door.

“I’ll text you.” he said.

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Monday morning had rolled around and admittedly I had been disappointed not to hear from Ben, but presumed that he was probably just busy.

As usual I was busy following the weekend. Chelsea had played yesterday lunchtime and I had a folder full of matchday pictures to go through and edit to occupy my time.

By lunchtime I had barely made a dent in my work and decided that I would just eat lunch sat at my desk to try to get through a little bit more of it but Bri had other ideas, coming bounding into my office like Tigger from Winnie the Pooh with a massive grin on her face. She was so happy that it lifted my sour mood almost instantly.

“Katie! So sorry that I didn’t text you back on Friday. I knew you were out with the boys and didn’t want to disturb you, and well… me and Billy went on our date and ended up spending the whole weekend together!” she was still bouncing as she sat down on the spare office chair which nearly rolled away from the desk from the force.

“Woah slow down, all weekend?” I asked her, puzzled as I looked down at the team sheet on the desk in front of me. “Wasn’t he in the squad yesterday?”

“Oh yeah but he got me a ticket and I sat just behind the bench so that we could talk to each other. He didn’t get to play unfortunately but it was still nice to be there to support him.” she said, beaming before continuing “then he took me to the megastore and bought me a shirt with his name on the back for me to wear next time. Isn’t that just the cutest thing?”

“The cutest…” I said quietly, trying my absolute best not to sound bitter or jealous seeing as Ben had run off suddenly on Saturday morning and couldn’t even be bothered to send me a text, compared to Billy who couldn’t get enough of being with Bri. I tried to tell myself that Billy had been into her for years so was of course going to be putting in a lot of effort, where Ben and I had only just met. It would have been nice to have felt a bit more wanted though.

“Sooo… Billy told me that Ben was asking you out. Did you go?” she looked at me intently while asking the question and I knew then that she could tell that there was something wrong.

I told her everything, including what I knew about Ben’s ex and Jorginho and going to the nightclub with the boys, kissing Ben, Mason and his horrible girlfriend being weird, and then about sleeping with Ben and what had happened after.

“Oh…” she mumbled. “I thought that he was really into you. Billy said he’#s always talking about you and looking over at your office window when they’re training.”

I shook my head, trying not to feel pessimistic about the situation. It had only been two days and he could have genuinely been busy.

“I’m sure he will text or call, or even pop in here to see you.” she leant over the desk then and gave me a hug in the best way that she could with a desk in the way.

“Bri, you really like Billy now right? Not just to make you-know-who jealous?” I asked.

She laughed “Why would I want to make Voldermort jealous?”

I rolled my eyes at her and grinned “You know exactly who I meant.”

“He’s already forgotten.” she shrugged.

“Listen, I don’t think I can face going down for lunch could you bring me back a sandwich or something? I don’t really fancy being stared at. He has probably already told all of them how easy I was.”

Reluctantly she agrede to go without me but not without scolding me for thinking the way that I had, telling me that Ben wasn’t like that.

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Mason

“So, what happened with you and that girl?” Kai was asking Ben the question as we sat in a circle doing some stretches. We were right outside of Katie’s window and I had been trying really hard not to think about her with some success before Kai had brought her up.

Ben stayed quiet for a minute as the group pushed him for an answer. Tammy finally bluntly asking if Ben had slept with her.

I looked for any sign of embarrassment on his face but there was none as he smirked “It was even her idea, she took me back to her place and then she was all over me.”

I grit my teeth together, biting me tongue so as not to say anything I might later regret or that might make playing with him awkward. I didn’t like the way that he was talking about her. He shouldn’t be showing off for the rest of the lads like that, not if he really liked her. He could have just said that he had a good night and wouldn’t kiss and tell.

My only solace was that he wasn’t going into intimate detail. He wouldn’t ruin my fantasies about her that way.

“How did you leave things? You leaving the door open to hit that again?” Tammy was asking.

I looked up at her window then and could see her there, stood at the coffee machine. She looked tired and stressed, more so than she usually did on a Monday morning and my dislike of Ben grew that little bit stronger.

“The door is ajar. Just letting her cool off a bit before I go back to her. Don’t need her getting all clingy on me.”

I was only half listening to Ben, finding that not looking at him made it easier to pretend that I was fine and egging him on like all of the others.

Our coach Frank blew his whistle then and told us all to head inside for lunch and I hung back behind the rest of them as they all walked towards the doors to inside the complex.

I was last in line for food as a consequence of hanging back behind the others and realised that Katie’s friend was just ahead of me with Billy but no Katie.

“I need to take this back to Kate but I don’t want to miss out on time with you.” I heard her cooing to Billy who had the biggest grin on his face. It was nice to see him finally happy but a bit too sweet for me.

Interrupting them I offered to take the sandwich to Katie, saying that the table I was going to sit on was full anyway and I was planning on just grabbing one myself and heading for some physio.

Katie’s friend was slightly hesitant at first but her desire to be with Billy overruled that in the end and she handed the sandwich over to me.

I stood at her office door nervously for a minute before I even knocked.

She opened the door expecting her friend and was surprised to see me there.

“I uh- brought your sandwich…” I mumbled, passing it to her.

“Are you ok Mase? It’s not like you to be so quiet.”

I full on blushed at her calling me Mase and felt like a right idiot for doing so. It was a nickname that people called me affectionately and she had never been affectionate towards me.

“It’s just…” I started to speak but had no idea what excuse I was going to give. I couldn’t exactly tell her that I was jealous of Ben.

“Is it your girlfriend? She was um, nice?” she giggled, and I couldn’t think if I had ever heard her laugh before. It was infectious.

“If I’m honest I haven’t been invested in that relationship for a long time but I can’t bring myself to end it. I’ve always been in relationships. I’m not...I’m not sure I know how to be on my own you know?”

She gestured for me to sit down on one of the chairs and she perched on the end of her desk, taking a bite of her sandwich while she thought about what I said.

“I can understand that. I was in a long term relationship that ended last year and I thought we were going to be together forever so when it ended I had no idea how to be on my own again. I’m still not sure that I have it figured out now if I’m honest.” she shrugged. She was trying to seem casual about it but I saw straight through her. She was still hurting from that break up.

“You’re not on your own anymore though, you have Ben.” I said quietly. Although I didn’t really want to think about them together I wanted to see how she reacted to me asking about it. If her face lit up with happiness at just the mention of his name, I would know that any chance of me changing her mind about him and about me was absolutely dead.

She looked down at her feet and didn’t say anything.

“He’s not the best at communicating. Don’t give up on him yet.” Thinking back to what she had said to me not long ago about how privileged and big headed I had become, I decided in a split second that maybe I wouldn’t be good for her even if we could somehow date. Would I continue to get too big for my boots and end up pushing her away? By that time I would have burnt a lot of bridges and ruined a lot of professional and personal relationships and it didn’t feel worth the risk.

“You’ve changed your tune.” she said, obviously referring to me telling her that he wasn’t good for her.

I shrugged, standing up to leave. “He’s growing on me I guess.”

“Thanks for chatting Mase. Maybe you’re growing on me.” she smiled.

I had turned to the door, so she couldn’t tell how hard I was smiling at what she had said.

“See you later Katie.” I replied, trying to sound as casual as possible as my stomach did somersaults.

#ben chilwell #mason mount #football fanfiction #football imagines #football smut #football story

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amerrierworld · 3 years

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Lost

Ocean’s 8 fanfiction

request: can i request something angsty and fluffy for tammy x reader?☺️ feel free to involve the whole ocean's 8 gang (they all ofc ship reader & tammy)

Summary: you get lost during a mission that turns dangerous and Tammy desperately tries to find you.

Characters: Tammy x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,786

Warnings: I hope this is what you meant with angsty :D Angst! Fluff! A bit of a near-death experience... but SFW and happy ending.

You held your breath, hiding in a dark, hidden alcove of the English countryside mansion. The building was massive, and very creepy, especially at night.

Your heart thumped in your ears as you registered low, hushed and angry voices down the hall from you.

There were many jewels secretly kept hidden inside this mansion, locked away from the public that your team had gotten intel on. It was the one night that there were very few security guards around the place, and you and Constance had slipped in quietly.

However, you weren’t alone.

A group of local thugs had similar plans, apparently, and somehow you had both arrived at the same time. Or they had already stolen the jewels and were now hanging around.

Normally you wouldn’t be bothered by extra obstacles in a mission, but a loud bang had startled both you and Constance until you felt like you might be sick.

They had guns, and clearly weren’t afraid to use them, since the security guard was shot dead right on the front steps.

Immediately, Debbie had yelled in your earpieces from their hidden van outside to get back to the group. No amount of jewels was worth your lives, and you were grateful for her leadership. But you had gotten separated from Constance, and your earpiece had no reception where you were due to the thick walls and maze of a house, so now you were hiding by yourself, terrified.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought, breathing hard to calm your nerves. If they saw you and considered you a threat, one shot and you were done for.

All you had was a knife, and you didn’t think that would do much against a gun from a distance.

“Did ya hear something?” one stranger’s voice said, piercing the silence.

“Nah, probably just some vermin. This place is super old. No one else knows what’s hidden here,” another replied.

They were right around the corner, carrying flashlights. If they took one step closer, they’d see you, and you’d be fucked.

A loud crash from a window breaking made all of you jump.

“What th fuck was that?” one hissed.

“Maybe some stupid local kids thinking they’re being clever. C’mon, let’s scare them away.”

Your heart was in your throat as you listened to them hurry away from your hiding place, and you nearly sobbed with relief.

“Tammy, get back here!” Debbie hoarsely whispered. The blonde mom-of-two ignored her, reaching into the back to grab a black hoodie and gloves. “You’re being so stupid.”

Constance had arrived by the van, out of breath, ready to collapse, but you were no where in sight. As soon as she explained that Y/N got separated and she couldn’t find you in the dark, Tammy had sucked in a deep breath and prepped to go in herself.

“I don’t care, Debbie,” Tammy replied, stubborn as ever, “she’s in there alone and I’m not gonna let her die because of some thugs.”

“If you go in there, you’re both going to die!” Lou shouted, the other girls shushing her immediately.

“Look, I’ll try her earpiece again, but all we can do is sit here and wait, alright?” Debbie said, “they have guns, Tammy! This isn’t a game anymore.”

“Then you should’ve thought of that before we got here, Deb!” Tammy retorted. “I need to get her myself, I won’t let her die in there.”

With that, and all the courage she could muster, she jumped out of the vehicle and ran off before anyone else could stop her.

The mansion was surrounded by trees and forestry stretching out in a large plot of land. Tammy could see the lights of the strangers flickering through the windows and sneaked around the other side of the house.

“You’re an idiot, Tammy,” Debbie said into her earpiece. “But I got Y/N’s location. I just can’t get her earpiece to work. You’ll have to find her.”

“Where is she?”

“East wing, the other side of where you are now. I don’t know what floor, you’ll have to look for her yourself.”

“Fuck,” she muttered. Then, an idea. Her kids once got in trouble for breaking a neighbour’s window when playing catch. Just this time, their idiocy could help her out.

She picked up a large rock and found a window close to her. She’d have to hide immediately and get inside somehow, but this would give her time.

“Okay I’m gonna distract them, keep an eye on Y/N for me.”

“Wh-what? Tam, what are you-”

One long swing and the window shattered with a crash. The rock rolled around inside the room where it landed, and Tammy dashed off in the other direction.

“Fuck this fucking job,” Tammy muttered to herself as she squeezed through a different open window. Then, into her earpiece, “Debbie, I’m retiring after this okay? No more criminality for me.”

She tried to remember what Constance had said when she saw you the last time before you got separated. It was eerily quiet as she carefully walked through the hallways.

“You’re close, Tammy, she should be right around the corner,” Debbie piped up. Tammy’s heart was beating rapidly, “I think she’s frozen in fear.”

Tammy felt guilty at the thought, she should’ve gone in with you, damn it.

When she found you, you had pulled out the knife in fear, only seeing a dark figure approach her. From what Tammy could tell in the dark, you were pale beyond belief, your eyes blown wide.

“It’s me,” Tammy whispered. Your knees nearly buckled at the sight of her, and you fell into her arms as a sob almost escaped you, but you forced yourself to be quiet.

“Tammy,” you croaked, hugging her tightly. She pulled away, saw how fearful your expression was, and was overcome with emotion. She kissed you, hard on the mouth, wanting to feel all of you, real and alive.

“We have to get out of here,” she whispered, “Debbie says fuck the jewels.”

You giggled softly and nodded, letting Tammy grip your hand and pull you along.

“I’ve got her,” she said, pressing the ear piece.

“Good, now get the fuck out of there before we have to drag your bodies out.”

You were almost back at where Tammy had climbed in through the window, before Tammy pressed you back against the wall, into the shadows, cursing mentally at the sound of footsteps.

“Did you open this window here?” one voice said.

“No, did you?”

“It’s an old house,” a third stranger’s voice said, “no doubt it was already open. Don’t be so paranoid.”

“Hey, I could swear I heard voices.”

“That’s because we’re in the dark, and you’re a wuss. I told you not to shoot that guy but you didn’t listen.”

“He could’ve shot us!”

Their bickering went on, and Tammy looked at you, your eyes wide and pleading and afraid.

“Deb,” she whispered, barely audible, breathing into the earpiece, “we need help.”

“On it. Here goes.”

Immediately, loud sirens started up from outside, and the thugs jumped in fear.

“Fuck! The fucking police, are you kidding?”

“Some local probably ratted us out after the gunshot, damn it!”

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

They practically flew themselves through the open window, breaking more glass. Tammy eyed them just around the corner, watching them run in the opposite direction of the blaring sirens.

“Come on and get back here, I can’t keep them on forever, otherwise real cops are coming to sniff this place out,” Debbie yelled into your ears. You grabbed Tammy’s hand, and ran.

As soon as your feet hit the grass outside, you ran like you’d never ran before, with Tammy close behind.

The two of you almost missed the van, camouflaged as it was, if it weren't for Lou shoving open one of the doors, shouting over the sirens,

“Get in you sissies!”

You nearly cried with laughter and relief as she pulled the two of you inside, and the van sped away. Once you got on a real road again, Debbie turned off the sirens, and kept speeding up until you were sure the mansion was behind you.

You were in near hysterics, the relief of safety came flooding in and you collapsed in Tammy’s arms, her cheeks wet with tears.

Lou draped a blanket over your shoulders and the rest of the team scurried to the front of the van, trying to give you two as much privacy as possible.

“Alright?” Tammy asked you, and you nodded, despite the tears still spilling from your eyes. “God, Y/N, I’m glad you’re safe.”

“Me? When I saw you there in front of me, I was terrified that you were gonna get killed!” you exclaimed, voice rough from crying, “what did you think you were doing?”

“Saving you, you idiot,” she said, tightly holding your shoulders, “I couldn’t just sit there and do nothing!”

“Trust us, Y/N, we tried to make her sit and do nothing,” Lou piped up.

“Why didn’t you try harder?” you demanded, furious, “Tam, you could’ve died, and it would’ve been m-my fault,” you hiccuped with new sobs.

“You would’ve done the same for me,” Tammy retorted, eyes blazing. “Y/N, I love you. I couldn’t just sit and watch when I could do something about it.”

You shuddered, staring at her incredulously, your senses overwhelmed with fear, relief, love, worry. Instead of saying anything, you lunged forward and kissed her, hard like she’d kissed you, and Tammy sobbed into your mouth with relief.

The rest of the crew erupted into cheers and your face flushed red, burying your face in Tammy’s shoulder.

“Shut up you,” Tammy ordered them cheekily, “all that matters is we’re safe now. Fuck the jewels, right?”

“Right,” Debbie grinned.

“Wha- fuck the jewels? Really?”

Constance stared at Debbie, mouth hanging open in sheer offence, before tugging off her black beanie and turning it over. A handful of glittery diamonds and jewels tumbled out onto the floor.

The group gaped at her, and she shrugged.

“I lost Y/N, and tried to find them, and then found this instead, before those thugs almost caught me. Don’t tell me ‘fuck the jewels’ when I nearly busted my ass getting these.”

“You’re a life saver,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around Tammy.

“Hey, I think it’s a win-win,” Constance put up her hands in defence, “we got our jewels, didn’t get caught, and Tammy got to save her damsel in distress.”

“Excuse me?” you said, flustered at the implication. Tammy grinned and kissed your cheek.

“All in all, a successful mission, I’d say,” Constance replied, crossing her arms and leaning back.

Well, you couldn’t argue with that.

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ververa · 4 years

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The Cure

Request: the reader experiencing paralysing self-doubt and someone being there for them/talk them down from it? With any of the girls, surprise me, whoever you feel like writing if you get the chance :) I'd really appreciate it c:

Requested by: @welshdragonrawr

A/N: 50 cups of coffee later... this is what I came up with. I’m not sure if this is what you wanted, but I did my best. Also @misssmephisto THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR YOUR HELP!!! I would never finish it if it hadn’t been for you.

Hope you enjoy it!

Ally Mayfair-Richards x fem!reader x Tammy

Words: 4166

You grew up in a toxic and abusive family. Violence was something that you had been facing on a daily basis for almost your entire life. And you just kinda adapted to it. It's not like you had a choice. Your body did it automatically, so as to avoid being hurt too much. Without realizing it you blocked your feelings almost completely - thinking it would help you survive in the extreme conditions. Conditions that deprived you of complacency and emotional stability, but increased your vigilance. And all that was because instead of love and support all you got from your family was a trauma. A trauma which was so bad that it took you a few years of therapy to manage and get some of your behaviour problems under control.

Your family pretty much messed up your whole life, but deep inside you were a fighter. You knew you couldn’t and you weren’t going to give up on your life just like that, because they treated you horribly. It didn’t turn you cold. Not fully at least. You did consider yourself broken, but not completely. You still believed there was the cure for all your suffering, sadness and damage they had caused. And your aim was to find it.

You hadn’t got the love you needed, though somehow that made you want to give all of you to other people. You completely devoted your life to helping others. It wasn't easy, since you needed help yourself, but you did it. You became a teacher, thinking that it was the way of helping those who were the most vulnerable - children. You absolutely loved your job and your students adored you. You were more like their friend rather than the teacher. You were always there for them - ready to help with anything, because you knew that some of them may really need it - just like you as a child.

You were an incredibly sensitive, caring and loving person. Everyone always said that, though you didn’t believe it. You loved people, but you hated yourself.

It wasn’t your fault. It was on your parents, who made you believe that you were worthless and didn’t deserve the same kind of love that you were giving to others. You knew it wasn’t quite alright and you tried hard to change the way you felt about yourself, though, it wasn’t that simple. You probably wouldn’t be able to do it on your own, but luckily for you - you met Ally.

The two of you met at the therapy and you just clicked. Ally knew better than anyone else how hard being traumatized could be at times. She knew the struggle, because she had been there herself. She also knew that facing it on your own was making it even more difficult, that’s why she decided to be there for you. At first you thought she was just being nice and friendly, but after some time, when you got comfortable enough Ally made it clear - she wanted to be more than friends.

You really liked her. In fact you considered Ally a hero. She was a strong woman and you looked up to her a lot. She made you believe that you too could cope with your problems, especially that you weren’t alone anymore. Ally was very supportive. She tried to help you as much as possible, even though you almost never asked for help. You were stubborn when it came to that, but she just kept doing little things, that she thought may help building up your self-esteem. She gave you as much time and attention as possible. She always praised you - telling everyone how amazing you were. It seemed to be a never-ending job, but after some time her efforts finally started working. You became more confident and definitely less harsh on yourself. And you had to admit - it was a really nice change. But you weren’t sure whether you wanted to be with her. She made you feel safe, yet you still had issues, which didn’t make it any easier. You didn’t want to be a burden. You didn’t want your behaviour to affect Ally’s son or her. You were just worried.

You didn’t like changes. They were scaring you, because you felt as if you were losing control for which you had been fighting for so long. You tried to avoid it at all costs.

You definitely had never expected that in one year your life could change so much. Meeting Ally was like a breakthrough. She and her son made your life better. They made you happier, but also very confused. Positive emotions always made you feel that way. You weren’t used to them and managing all of them was overwhelming.

It took you quite some time to deal with your doubts about being with Ally. And just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse and more complicated - she appeared in your life. Tammy - a single mother of two.

Her little family had just moved in town and her children happened to be your new students. You met her at school and you immediately felt something. It was a weird feeling of peace. Peace that was taking over you whenever she was around. Tammy just seemed to be nice. After everything you had been through you acquired the ability of sensing whether the person was good or not. It usually took you some time, but with Tammy one look was enough - just like with Ally. It wasn’t something that you could explain. Going through it once - with Ally was a lot, but twice?

It wasn’t exactly the same. Ally and Tammy were completely different. They both made you feel different things. On the one side there was Ally - probably the strongest woman you had ever met, who made you feel more self-confident and stronger. And on the other there was Tammy - the sweetest and the nicest soul in the universe, that made you calm and brought you such serenity, that you had never felt before.

It felt good. You couldn’t deny it, but at the same time you felt as if you were stuck between the two of them. They both adored you and made you feel special. And you liked them too. The problem was - you liked them both equally and it wasn’t possible for you to choose one. It kind of felt like the two of them and you were complementary with one another. You found yourself wanting them both, but at the same time you felt like it wasn’t right.

You didn’t want to hurt any of them, because you didn’t want to lose them. But you also didn’t believe it was possible to have them both. You were so used to losing everything you truly cared about. You were used to all the good things coming to an end faster than you would rather and that made you scared. You didn’t know what to do, so you ended up doing what you did best - you started blocking your feelings again.

You were spending a lot of time with Ally and Tammy. Sometimes you were attending Ally’s campaign meetings. Other times you would go to the cafe with Tammy. You were always with one of them, so when you suddenly stopped talking and became reserved they immediately noticed it.

Ally and Tammy didn’t know each other too well. They hadn’t necessarily paid attention to each other’s existence, as they were too preoccupied by you. They had met at few occasions, but never actually talked. They were just passing by each other - sometimes exchanging friendly smiles, but that was all. So, it was quite a surprise for both women, when one day they found themselves watching you - surrounded by a group of children.

Ally was the first one to realize that Tammy was staring at you as well. The blonde stood at the hall, watching you from afar with that look in her eyes. The look full of adoration. Ally knew that look, because she looked at you the same way.

Ally knew you longer. She was well aware of your trauma and all the issues you had. She knew how hard it was for you to open up and let people close. That’s why she tried not to push you into anything, but she couldn’t help and was jealous knowing that she wasn’t the only one who wanted you.

You weren’t together, so she had no right to tell Tammy off - especially that she could say the two of you liked each other. Though she came up with another idea.

“She’s perfect, isn’t she?” the brunette said standing right next to Tammy

“Yes… She is” Tammy nodded not realizing she was still staring at you “I mean… I… Umm are you… like together?” she asked a bit perplexed

“No” Ally shook her head “Not yet, at least”

“Oh…”

“I’m Ally by the way” she said confidently offering her hand

“Tammy. It’s nice to meet you” the blonde took Ally’s hand

“The pleasure is all mine” the brunette smiled looking in Tammy’s eyes

The blonde smiled back.

“So… I assume you like Y/N as well”

“I sure do, but if she decides to be with you, that’s okay. You don’t need to worry about it. I won’t get in your way”

“Oh, sweetheart, I know you won’t, but that’s not what I’m worried about”

“Why are you doing this then?” Tammy asked a bit confused

“I just want to make sure Y/N is okay. I promised myself that I’ll take care of her”

“Why wouldn’t she be okay?”

“I don’t know”

“Are you implying that I’m trying to hurt her? Because if you do, then I can assure you it’s not my intention”

“I’m only concerned about Y/N’s wellbeing”

“Well, you don’t need to worry, I’ll take care of her”

“I’m sure you’d like that, but not so fast”

Tammy rolled her eyes, but smiled.

“Are you going to make it some kind of challenge?” the blonde asked arching her eyebrow

“No. I have completely different plans when it comes to Y/N”

“I really don’t want to know”

Ally chuckled.

“I’m kidding. I’m just wondering… Have you noticed her acting weird lately?”

“Like being reserved and avoiding spending time together? Yes”

“I think that’s something our girl has a problem with”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean she’s confused, because she’s not used to affection… And now, well, she has us both and she probably doesn’t know what to do”

Tammy frowned turning round, so that she could face Ally. They looked at each other, not saying anything for a while. There was a tension between them. The kind of tension, that both of them hadn’t felt for a while.

“And what do you want to do about it?”

“I thought that maybe we could make it easier for her”

“What do you suggest?” Tammy asked

“Well” Ally smirked “Since we both care about her and she clearly likes us both… we could share”

“I…” Tammy hesitated “It’s not the kind of relationship I’d normally go for, but if Y/N agrees…”

“I’m glad you said yes, because personally I think that this is a great idea”

“Oooh, just lay it on the line and say you like experimenting and can’t keep it in your pants”

“You got me there” Ally smirked “But honestly, Tammy, you’re a very attractive woman” the brunette laughed seeing the blush on Tammy’s face

“You’re beyond the bounds of possibility”

“I am, but that’s exactly what the two of you will like about me the most” she said licking her lips

Tammy shook her head.

“But seriously… are you sure it’s a good idea… I mean to tell her now, when she’s like that?”

“Don’t be a crybaby. She’s strong. She’ll be fine. All she needs is love and affection”

“I’m not a crybaby. I’m just worried about her”

“I know you are” Ally said “And now I also know why she likes you. You’re almost as sensitive as she is” she added smiling

Tammy was about to say something, but before she had a chance her kids and you walked out.

“We’ll continue this conversation” she said to Ally, before all their attention was on you

You were moving towards them. You didn’t expect them both to be there, but you, sure, were happy to see them. You smiled shyly as they were looking at you. You could feel the blush forming on your cheeks, but you kept walking.

“Hi” you greeted them

“Hello, sweetheart” Ally beamed

“How was your day?” Tammy asked

“Good” you answered looking at them cautiously “Why are you smiling like this?” you asked suspiciously

The women looked at each other.

“Because… we’re happy to see you” Ally stated, as Tammy shook her head “Actually, sweetheart, we’re wondering if you have time tonight. Well, you’ll need to make yourself free, because I promised Tammy we’ll have dinner together”

“Dinner?” Tammy looked at the brunette

“Yes. Dinner” Ally emphasised shooting the blonde a warning glance

“Oooh, right”

“I… Umm… together?” you asked a bit confused

“Yes” Ally said enthusiastically “I’ll wait for you at the restaurant. Tammy will pick you up. And now I need to go, because I still have some work to do. I’ll see you later” she said kissing your forehead, before turning to Tammy “She’s all yours now” she said “Behave yourself”

Tammy looked at the politician.

“Excuse me? I don’t have such problem as you do. I don’t lack decency”

“Don’t worry, dear, we’ll work on it” Ally said winking

Their behaviour wasn’t typical. In fact, their talking to each other that way was a huge surprise for you. You couldn’t help, but thought about it for the rest of the day. You were pretty stressed because of it, not really knowing why. It wasn’t something bad, but was it something good?

Their suggestion or rather offer took you off guard. You couldn’t have possible expected things to went that way, but you couldn’t say ‘no’. Not to them. After all they were all you wanted, so if there was a possibility to have them both - you definitely weren’t going to waste your chance. You accepted their offer, you agreed to the polyamorous relationship and you didn’t regret it. It felt good. In fact, it felt better than good. They felt like home that you were seeking so badly. They gave you love and affection that you hadn’t got ever before.

Though despite nothing was wrong, you felt scared. It wasn’t really your fault. You were dealing with a damaged mind, which made almost everything triggering. Whether you liked it or not, you were always searching for something wrong. And because you were a trouble searcher there always find troubles. No matter how hard you tried, you simply couldn’t quit bad thinking. You just didn’t want to lose them.

Ally and Tammy got a hold on you. You were sure that you could never get enough of them, but you were worried that they may get tired of you. You needed to be reassured almost all the time. They had to prove their feelings to you, show you that they love you. You felt as if you were beyond repair and nothing could change it. It made you vulnerable and even more insecure, because you kept thinking you were taking too much and not giving enough. You needed them like you needed oxygen. You truly loved them, but at the same time you were afraid of diving into that feeling. You were afraid of letting them too close, for fear they may go and never come back. And the thought of them leaving you, the possibility of being abandoned and left alone again was making you paranoid. Nothing bad happened, it was just your mind making you doubt everything. You tried, but couldn’t make it stop. Your mind was running - the negative thoughts and all what ifs were engulfing you.

At first you had it under control, or rather you thought so. It was easier to push the bad thoughts away when you were working. Your mind was occupied with things other than your worries and insecurities, so you were fine. Though as the holidays started you had a lot of free time and you couldn’t find yourself a place. You could feel something inside you change and you knew it wasn’t anything good. You couldn’t figure out what happened to you and why you got so insecure. All you knew was that inner voice - which kept telling you that you weren’t good enough and they were going to leave you just like everyone else - was back.

You kept watching Ally and Tammy leaving together every morning and then cooking together in the evening, while you were playing with the kids. It was a routine. You were used to it and it had never bothered you before. Though it changed. You couldn’t help and thought that they would be better off without you. You were breaking your own heart thinking about it, but you couldn’t stop. You were in pieces, but they didn’t notice, because this time you knew how to hide it. In fact you were holding it all back. You kept pretending that everything was fine and it worked - at least for some time, because it was harder and harder to not let it show.

Both Ally and Tammy were pretty busy - working, though they could say something was wrong. You seemed to be nervous around them. You also looked very tired, as you didn’t get much sleep and you definitely lost on weight. They tried talking, but you brushed them off every time - coming up with some excuse, so as not to continue the conversation. They didn’t want to push, so they let it be the way it was, hoping that whatever problem there was would resolve with time. You hoped that too, but soon it turned out to be too much for you. The demons inside your head started taking over your mind and consuming your sanity completely. You felt as if you were falling into darkness and what you feared the most was that nobody could catch you.

Tammy and Ally didn’t have much time for you for the past few weeks and they felt really bad because of it. They had never meant to neglect you and so they wanted to make it up to you. They decided to try ad spend more time with you during the day, not only in the evenings when you were all home. It wasn’t easy though. Their schedules were pretty tight, so they couldn’t always make it to meet with you and it was almost impossible to find the right time for the three of you to go out together, so you were meeting with only one of them.

That day you were supposed to have lunch with Tammy. She arrived at the settled place, but you weren’t there. She waited for some time, but you didn’t show up. It wasn’t typical - you were the one, who almost always were at the set place earlier. Tammy kept calm and called you, though you didn’t pick up. She then thought that you were with Ally, so she called her instead - but you weren’t there. That’s when not only Tammy, but also Ally got worried.

“She was supposed to take kids to my cousin’s place… What if something happened?” Tammy asked as they were on their way home

“We would already know. I’ll call Oz”

“No. Don’t spoil their fun. We’ll go home and if Y/N isn’t there then you’ll call him”

“Okay” Ally nodded

Both women were really stressed and panicked. There were so many bad things that could have happened. Ally kept trying to call you, but you still didn’t pick up your phone, so she called your doctor. She just needed to know what was going on and if it was because of the issues you had. Yet even though the talk with the psychiatrist made her a bit calmer, she was still worried. He said you were doing good and that the pills were helping you, and that was a kind of relief. Yet there still were a lot of questions and no answers.

You didn’t know how you ended up in the bedroom that the three of you shared - curled up in your bed and crying. It just felt like everything was too much. You had been holding your feelings back for too long and you couldn’t take it anymore. You were fine. In fact that morning you were completely sure you got over that weird feeling inside of you. You were sure you got rid of that horrible voice that you heard, but then, as you took the kids to Tammy’s cousin’s place and were on your way back, it all hit you again with doubled power. You forgot about the whole world surrounding you. It was just you, your insecurities and doubts. You let them win, because you didn’t have enough strength to keep fighting. You were suffocating and you needed a relief. And there you were - crying so hard that you couldn’t breath.

Tammy was the first one to enter the bedroom. She opened the door and when she saw you she was sure she may start crying herself.

“Ally?!” she called quietly enough for you not to hear, but loud enough to catch the brunette’s attention

Without waiting for Ally, Tammy entered and approached you. She carefully lay down beside you and before you even realized it, she embraced you. She said nothing. She was afraid of making it worse, so she waited for Ally. You let her hold you, you were too weak and tired to fight with her.

Ally didn’t need to ask you anything. She saw you and she knew what was going on. The only thing she couldn’t figure out was - what had triggered it.

“Y/N?” she spoke as she sat on the edge of the bed, gently placing one of her hands on your knee “Sweetheart, what happened?”

You shook your head. refusing to talk. The brunette sighed before lying down next to you. She caressed your cheek, wiping the tears, while Tammy was brushing your hair in a soothing way.

“Whatever happened… it’s okay. Everything is okay. You’re not alone. We’re here with you” Ally said

“And we love you” Tammy added kissing your temple

You stayed there like that in a complete silence for a while. You managed to calm down a little and as soon as you did, you began apologising.

“I’m s-sorry” you whispered

“Honey, you don’t need to be sorry” Tammy said

“Y/N you need to talk to us” Ally aid “It’s okay. Just talk to us. Tell us what’s wrong?”

You hesitated, not knowing what to say. You thought for a moment - trying to find the right words.

“I…” you hesitated “I just don’t want to lose you”

Ally and Tammy looked at each other.

“We’re not going anywhere” the blonde said

“Why do you think we could ever leave you?” Ally asked

“Because…” you took a deep breath “I’m not good enough and you’d be better off without me”

“Y/N” the brunette began “Look at me”

You did as you were told and she continued.

“Listen to me, you are enough and you will always be enough. Right, Tammy?”

“Yes. We could never leave you, sweetheart. We adore you” she said kissing your shoulder

You offered them a small smile.

“Y/N, I know how it was with your family, but now it’s different. We’re not like them. We’ll never let you down”

You nodded nuzzling up to Ally and taking Tammy’s hand pulling her closer to you.

“You need to talk to us when something happens, okay?”

You nodded.

“Use your words, honey”

“Okay. I’m sorry”

“No, no, no. Enough with apologising. It’s okay. Just please, talk to us, because if we don’t know something is wrong, we can’t make it better”

“Okay. I promise I’ll talk to you”

“Good”

“Can we stay here like that a bit longer?” you asked shyly

“Of course, baby” Tammy answered smiling at Ally, who kissed your forehead

As they held you, you thought of how you met. When you first met them you never thought that you’d find yourself lying in their arms. You never thought that you’d ever find someone, who would want you, who would love you the way you loved them. But you did. You found them - two amazing women, who were ready to do absolutely everything for you.

They proved that you weren’t beyond repair, as their fixed your heart with their love. They pacified your demons and made you mind calm. You knew that you would last together and it felt amazing. And just then, as they held you, you knew you found the cure that you needed.

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idonotbitemythumbatyou · 3 years

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Found a prompt list and would love to see one (or more than one!) of these done for an OC pairing if they resonate:

- things you said while we were driving

- things you said too quietly

- things you said at the kitchen table

Also happy birthday month :)

Thank you for this fun prompt!

These are characters from a piece I’ve been playing with on and off for a year. I hope it makes sense with zero context.

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You asked me to pay for breakfast like a normal person. With money. I don’t know what it was but something about that pissed me off.

So when the waitress came back I said, “I know you have to smile for work, but we’re very lucky to see it.”

“What?”

You rolled your eyes and scowled out the window - muttering something in Irish under your breath. She didn’t notice, and I ignored you.

“You have a beautiful smile” I said, finishing the attack with a sincere smile of my own.

She blushed and opened her mouth only to find herself speechless.

Thus disarmed, I extended my will to encompass her like a warm embrace. I held her in my heart and said simply, “Maybe this breakfast could be on the house.”

The waitress faltered - I felt her shift inside the comfort of my will - but not very far. She grinned as though the two of us were sharing a delicious, intimate secret. She really did have a beautiful smile, it brightened her round face and transformed her from an unremarkable person into a heart-stopping beauty. “On the house, darlin.” she said, placing an empty check on the table in front of me with a wink, “Don’t tell.”

Tammy gave us some serious guff when we tried to leave - choking and stuttering and belching when you turned the ignition. You gritted your teeth and turned the key with increasing irritation culminating in a hearty slap to the dashboard (followed by a gentle pet and a whispered apology).

You pulled out of the diner parking lot and towards the poorly lit highway. You looked carefully before turning (even though the flat terrain would have revealed headlights a mile off and I think I saw one car pass by the entire time we were in the diner.)

We were on the road in total silence for an excruciating three minutes. Not even music. Only the grumpy rumble of the deteriorating engine.

After a long time you took a deep steadying breath. “You probably got her in trouble,” you said.

I laughed - relieved that that was all you were annoyed about, “We’re in trouble, Maeve.” I cranked the window down to vent the trapped sun-heat into the night air. “You act like we have money to spare. I don’t just do that for fun.” The ends of your crimson hair whipped in front of me, drawn by the wind outside. I brushed it out of my face, revelling in the feeling of the strands between my fingers, the smell of you through the horrible motel conditioner. My voice came out gentler, softened by the contact. But I was not ready to back down on how right I was, “Do you think I’ll be able to do that when Tammy here finally gives up? We have to be tactical about where we spend money. Thank you. A-very much.”

You sighed. “But did you have to go that route?”

“I had to disarm her.”

“Don’t give me that, Lilias -”

“O~oh full names.”

“You only use compliments when you’re trying to annoy me.”

“That’s not true!”

It was true. A little light flirtation is the easiest way to disarm someone, but it also has the most painful hangover for the person influenced - once they realize that something strange has happened. Especially if I lie. You were the one to point that out to me.

“I didn’t lie to her.” I said (petulantly. I can admit it), “She does have a beautiful smile.”

Without another word, you pushed the wired tape into the tape deck and scrolled down your phone to choose a discordantly jaunty pop song for the rest of the drive back to the motel.

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I have loved you since we were fourteen. Part of me knew you were the only one who could understand what I was - even if I hadn’t wrapped my own head around it yet.

The first time we kissed - years later - I was terrified because by then I understood the power I wielded. I wanted you to love me the way I loved you. But I hated to think you might love me because I wanted it. I tried so hard not to feel anything about you that night. Because I wanted you so badly it was certain to encompass you if I wasn’t careful. I sat beside you, nose to nose, rooted in place shaking like an ash tree, with tears (tears!) welling my eyes.

Absolutely mortifying. I could have died of embarrassment.

But you had touched my face and brushed a lock of hair behind my ear. “I have resisted the influence of fair folk kings.” you had said, in that melodic voice of yours - a little sadly, a little exhaustedly, with absolute gentleness, “you cannot make me do anything I do not desire.”

And then you waited for me to close the distance, and smiled into my lips. When we kissed, I realized the love I’d had for you up to then had only been practice. It could have been anyone, but now I was ready to love you in full, with all of myself in return.

From then on, I have faced everything with you. I would not change you for the world. But I did sometimes wish that we could have loved each other in a world that didn’t ask us to face so much.

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You took a shower while I warded the motel room. A dull routine by now. When I was nearly done, I looked up to find you sitting at the table of what could only be called a “kitchen” under the most generous definition. You had a towel wrapped around yourself, and your hair - usually a majestic flaming halo of curls - hung damp and lank down to your waist.

On the table beside you, my practice scissors rested on a newspaper made entirely of useless coupons.

“I think it’s time to cut my hair.” you said.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve been leaving bits of myself everywhere. It’s becoming dangerous. And if they send a hunter -”

“Of course. I can-”

“A hunter will know exactly what to do if they find my hair.”

“Yes. Let me just-”

“So will you cut it for me?”

I noticed then that your hands were balled into white knuckled fists in the towel on your lap, and your chin was trembling. I stood from the knot I was twining around the doorknob and went to you, taking your face in my hands.

“Of course, Maeve.” I said, and I kissed your forehead lightly, “Let me finish these wards, and I’ll be back to help you.” I took the scissors to cut the twine - extending my will to protect us into the knot. I then went back to you and helped you spread the paper under the kitchen chair. I brought over the ugly standing lamp with it’s fuzzy, peeling lampshade to illuminate our work with dull orange light. You played some quiet music and sat back on the kitchen chair.

I asked you what you wanted.

“Just… short. As short as you can,” you said, “if I can still have some of my curls left, that might be nice. But short.”

I hardly knew where to start. Your hair is so thick I had to tie it off into five different sections to get the scissors through it, before tossing it piece by piece into the little plastic waste basket.

“We’ll have to burn it in the morning,” you said.

After the first chop, your hair was around the length of your jaw. You wanted it even shorter. I told you it would seem shorter when the curls finished drying. You insisted. So I sectioned your hair with pins instead of bands and kept cutting. Careful snips to the sound of your soft acoustic music.

“Do you know why they’ve never found us, Lily?” You said.

I did. But the theatre of this conversation had kept us safe so far, and it had become a comforting prayer, “Why Maeve?” I said gently (snip)

“Because,” (snip), “they think they know how we should be feeling.”

“Oh?”

“They are reaching their mycelium tendrils out to search for our fear. They don’t expect us to feel anything else. They only know what our fear smells like. They haven’t scented out our joy yet. They don’t know what our love is like.” (snip)

I took another section of your hair down. “Then they’ll never find us.” I said, “What I feel for you is stronger than fear.” (snip), “I’m sorry about the waitress.”

(snip) “Thank you.”

“We can check on her tomorrow if you’d like.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea. We should be moving on.”

I nodded, though I knew you couldn’t see. Of course we would keep moving. We would do so for as long as we could. I wondered when the folk would learn to track my exhaustion.

It took nearly an hour to cut your hair all the way down. You were blessed with gorgeous thick curls. Back when I was “jealous” of you, this was my greatest source of consternation. I obsessed over your hair as I sat behind you in algebra class. I was irritated beyond all reasonable measure that you didn’t even seem to know how to style it, and imagined vividly what I would do if I could style it for you. I did poorly in algebra and only later interrogated what that jealousy had masked.

If only I could tell my fourteen year old self that I had run my hands through your hair more times than I could count since then. I had braided and combed your hair. Nestled my face into its depths, kissed it so many times that surely my love had reached every strand by now. I had even, on occasion, nearly choked, breathing it into my mouth in moments of uncontrollable ecstasy (a detail I would certainly not share with my fourteen year old self).

I cut it nearly to the skin on the sides - as evenly as I could manage with scissors (I am sorry, my love, the sides looked a bit uneven and plucked for a few days before we acquired the clippers), leaving a long flop of red curls on top to cascade down nearly to your eye-line on one side. I stepped back to behold my clumsy effort, and was about to apologize when your muddy green eyes met mine and my breath caught in my throat.

You had gone from an ethereal beauty to a striking creature whose appearance was less easily defined with words like “beautiful” or “handsome.” I saw for the first time how your cheekbones ran parallel to the sharpness of your jaw. Your long neck arced gracefully to meet your slim freckled shoulders. Even the bow of your lips seemed more prominent. You furrowed your brows at my reaction and turned to see yourself in the mirror through the open bathroom door.

You blinked in disbelief. Then grinned. “I look… They’d never know me now.”

The folk do not rely on vision. If we were found, of course they would know you in an instant by the impression of your being - even if you somehow grew an extra four inches taller or switched bodies with me they would know you. Normally I would never imagine a haircut could make any difference. But as you looked in the mirror your entire demeanor changed. The carriage of your weight, even the set of her shoulders shifted. We had cut your hair so you might not leave such distinctive tracks behind us, and instead we’d revealed an entirely new essence of your being. “You know Maeve,” I said, wonderingly, “I think you’re right. You look like someone they’ve never known before.”

You looked like yourself for the first time in 400 years.

I felt a pang of self reproach that I’d been perfectly happy these seven years only knowing the masked version of you. You took another rinse to get the clippings off your skin while I swept up. I hesitated before dumping all the hair and paper into the bin. After a moment, when I was sure you weren’t just about to get out of the water, I reached into the bin to pull out a long lock of your hair. I opened my kit and tied the hair with twine, then wrapped it around a quartz with an iron emulsion to keep it safe, and placed it all in a little pouch. I packed it at the bottom of my kit, and put everything else on top of it.

By the time you re emerged into the room, the kitchen was clean and I was in one of the twin beds, scrunched up to the side to leave room for you. It was a tight fit, but we were used to it, and we both felt safer together. You crawled in next to me, and took your place in my waiting arms.

“There’s more room now without your hair.” I said, nestling my face into the back of your neck, feeling your damp hair against my forehead. I felt you laugh in my arms, and then you were still, breathing steadily for so long I thought you were asleep. Until you spoke again.

“I know you are tired, Lily.”

I closed my eyes and held you tighter. “I just worry, you know? Like. I don’t know if I can run my entire life. And we’re no closer to finding a permanent solution.”

You shifted a little closer to me. “There might not be one.” You said. “But whatever happens, I’ll be here.”

I kissed your shoulder and breathed you in, finding solace against the inevitability of our eventual failure in the weight of you against me. After a long time, when you were asleep - for sure this time, I whispered to myself, “I’ll be here too.”

#prettyaveragewhiteshark #original writing #fae #lesbians

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Not Good Enough

Robin Buckley x Reader

Summary: Bathroom scene, but make it gay

Request: Robin x Henderson reader where she’s robins biggest crush ( bigger than Tammy) and robin doesn't thing she likes her back

I leaned against the toilet that I had just vomited in, the high from the truth serum finally wearing off. I could hear Steve and Robin in the stalls on either side of me.

“Do think we puked it all up?” I could heat Steve say.

“Maybe” Robin replied.

I mumbled a weak “yeah”

“Ask me something” Robin chuckled “interrogate me.” I pushed myself up from the toilet and gently leaned myself against the stall, trying not to think about all the germs.

Steve laughed and fell silent for a second, presumably to think of a question. “uhhhh, when was the last time you uhh peed your pants”

I burst into laughter at this question, after all that we’ve been through, he wanted to know the last time we peed our pants “really Harrington, that’s the best question you can think of?”

“Hey! I’m liked super drugged right now, give me a break” he jokingly defended himself.

I shook my head, which caused my vision to spin for a second. “Okay, well uhhh, probably like 14. I had a dream that I was peeing, and I peed myself in real life”

I looked at the stall that Robin was in and waited for her to answer. “Today” she said quietly.

“What?” Steve and I said in unison.

“When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw” she said quickly, with a almost giddy tone.

“Oh my god” Steve laughed and you chuckled to yourself.

“It was only a little bit though” she giggled.

“I think it’s still in our systems” I giggled along with Robin.

“Alright, my turn” Robin said, and you could hear shifting to sit up.

“Alright, hit me” Steve groaned.

“Have you...ever been in love?” she asked, the question surprised me and my cheeks burned. I didn’t want to answer this one, so I stayed silent and let Steve answer.

“Yep. Nancy Wheeler, first semester senior year” he said, and made a small explosion sound. I recalled that Halloween party, the thought made me cringe, I couldn’t imagine how hard it must have been on him.

“Oh my god, she’s such a priss” Robin groaned.

I thought about fighting besides her last year, the Demogorgon in Will’s house. She definitely wasn’t a priss.

“Hmm, turns out, not really” Steve said, voicing my thoughts.

We were all silent for a few seconds before I heard Robin softly kick your stall with her shoe “what about you Henderson? Ever been in love?”

I took a deep breath and tried to keep a steady voice “yeah” you said, barely a whisper.

“What? With who?” Steve asked, seemingly shocked.

“Doesn't matter, they wouldn’t like me back” I said, suddenly fighting off tears.

Sensing my obvious discomfort, Robin steered the conversation back to Steve “are you still in love with Nancy?”

“No” he said simply.

“Why not?”

“I think it’s because I found someone who’s a little better for me” my eyes widened. “It’s crazy, ever since Dustin got home, he’s been saying ‘you gotta find your Suzie, you gotta find your Suzie.’” he started rambling out, and I smiled a little at the mention of my little brothers supposed girlfriend.

“What, who's Suzie?” Robin interrupted.

“It’s Dustin’s girlfriend from camp” I replied.

“If she’s even real” Steve chuckled softly.

“She is real, Dustin wouldn’t lie” I defended my baby brother.

“Fine, but that’s not the point. The point is, that the girl, the one that I like is...it’s someone that I didn’t even talk to in school...and I don’t even know why. Maybe because Tommy H. would’ve made fun of me. Or...I wouldn’t be prom king. It’s stupid. I mean Dustin’s right, it’s all a bunch of bullshit anyways.” Steve heaved a sigh, Robin and I remained silent, not sure if he was done.

“Because when I think about it, I should’ve been hanging out with this girl the whole time. First of all, she’s hilarious, she’s so funny. Like this summer, I've laughed harder than I've laughed in a really long time.” My heart sank when I realized who he was talking about. I couldn’t compete with Steve, he was the towns heartthrob, ever girl dreamed about being with him, and the way Robin had talked about him earlier, I guessed she liked him too. I squeezed my eyes shut as more tears leaked out.

I wanted him to stop talking, I wanted to get up and run out of there, but I sat there and listened as he continued. “And she’s smart, way smarter than me, you know she can crack like top secret Russian codes.” I could hear Robin shift in her stall, but she didn’t say anything. “You know, she’s honestly unlike anyone I've ever even met before” he seemed to be done after that, as he went quiet, waiting for a response.

But none came. “Robin?” Steve tapped against his stall wall, making me jump slightly. When she still didn’t answer, he asked “Robin, did you just OD in there?”

“No” she sighed softly, “I...am still alive.” Suddenly Steve slide under the stall into my stall. He looked up at me as I stared down at him with tear filled eyes. He probably meant to slide into Robins stall, but stopped and sat up.

“Why are you crying?” he asked. I just shook my head, not trusting my own voice. Robin slide under too, and looked at me with worry.

“I’m fine, you guys were having a heart felt moment” I cracked out.

“The floor is disgusting”

“Yeah, well, I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so …” Steve chuckled, gesturing to himself. “What do you think?”

“About?”

“This girl”

“She sounds awesome” I smiled to myself, she really was.

“She is awesome. What about the guy?”

“I think he’s on drugs, and he’s not thinking straight” Robin was speaking softly, her eyes full of sorrow.

“Really? Cause I think he’s thinking a lot more clearly than usual”

“He’s not” she said firmly, and I looked at Steve, wondering what he was thinking. Robin took a deep breath “look...he doesn’t even know this girl. And if he did know her, like—like really know her, I don’t think he’d even want to be her friend.” She wasn’t looking at him anymore, she eyes roaming the bathroom stall. She wouldn’t look at me either.

“No, that’s not true. No way that’s true.” Steve defended.

“Listen to me Steve.” She looked at him again. “It’s shocked me to my core, but I like you” my heart dropped, this was it. She was going to tell him she likes him and they were going to be a happy couple and I would have to support them because they were my best friends. “I really like you, but I’m not like your other friends.” She glances over at me, and I wouldn’t look her, so I turned to look at the wall. “And I’m not like Nancy Wheeler.”

“Robin that’s exactly why I like you”

Robin scoffs and shook her head. “Do you remember what I said about Click’s class? About being jealous, and like, obsessed.”

“Yeah” Steve nodded.

“It wasn’t because I had a crush on you” my snapped to look at her, what the hell was she talking about? “It’s because...” she turned to me, meeting my eyes. “You wouldn’t stop looking at him.”

“What?” Steve and I said in unison.

Robin closed her eyes, leaning her head against the stall. “Y/N, you were always staring at him, even though he always got bagel crumps on the floor, and asked dumb questions, and he was a douchebag...and...and he didn’t even like you, and I would go home and scream into my pillow.”

“Robin, what are you saying?” I asked, my voice coming out wobbly.

“I wanted you to look at me Y/N”

“I...I don’t understand” I choked out.

“I like you Y/N, as more than a friend” her voice so soft I almost didn’t hear her.

“You...you do?” A blush spread across my face, and I gave her a dopy grin. “I like you too.” I wiped my tears away, and saw that Robin was smiling too.

“Wait...but you’re both girls...” Steve said, obviously confused.

“...Steve” Robins smile didn’t leave her face, and she looked back to Steve.

His eyes light lit up with understanding “oh.”

I reached out and took Robin’s hand in mine, bringing her attention back to me. “I’ve liked you for a long time, I just thought you would never like me back, or even be into girls.”

“But, what about Steve?”

I laughed “I was staring at him the same reason you were, I thought you liked him!”

She started laughing too “we’re both idiots Y/N”

“That we are Robin”

“So... you guys are lesbians?” Steve mumbled, more to himself then directed as a question.

With Robin’s hand still in mind, joy filled my heart. The world could throw all the shit it wanted at us, but I'd be fine as long as Robin was by my side.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #stranger things

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fix-it-feesh · 4 years

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I received a fic request from @burningmusicfunnygiant where Ralph defends Felix from a bully, which I could TOTALLY see happening. No one messes with Ralph’s friends. Capiche? >:(

For the record, this is set sometime between the first film and the sequel, though probably closer to the first. Enjoy! :D

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Oh hey, look! More rambling! Really quick: the game I used is the 1986 classic, Rampage. I know the characters are huge enough to destroy buildings, but for the sake of being realistically proportioned let’s say they’re only huge in their game. When they’re chilling elsewhere they’re just...big. Alright, enjoy for real now!!

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One root beer at Tapper’s had easily turned into two for Ralph and Felix that evening. The both of them had some time to kill since they were missing the other two members of their group. Tammy was working overtime in Hero’s Duty to run some drills, and Vanellope had stayed behind in Sugar Rush to test out a new course. It wasn’t until Zangief (who had already knocked back a few before Ralph and Felix arrived) pulled up a seat that things got a little out of control.

A generous splash of root beer doused Felix when Zangief gestured a bit too wildly with his storytelling (and stein-holding) hand. All eyes turned to the small handyman, who had removed his dripping cap from his head.

“Apologies, Felix,” Zangief told him, realizing belatedly what he had done. “I did not mean to get so much on you.”

“No harm done, friend,” Felix was quick to reassure, knowing it had been a harmless accident and not anything intentional. “It’s nothin’ a little water won’t take care of. ‘Scuse me, fellas. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

And with that, Felix hopped down from the barstool he’d been occupying and headed towards the washroom. It wasn’t the first time he’d had root beer spilled on him, and it more than likely wouldn’t be the last. However, he did plan on meeting his sugarplum once she was free later, so it was probably for the best to rinse off the stickiness before it had a chance to settle into the fabric of his clothes.

As Felix went to push open the washroom door, he found it already swinging out towards him. With a quick sidestep, he managed to avoid a collision that would have no doubt squashed his nose. He was ready to apologize for being in the way, but that was before a gruff, unfriendly voice boomed down at him.

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going, shortie?!”

It wasn’t so much the harsh statement itself that had Felix’s eyes widening into saucers as it was the individual he had slowly looked up at. Now, Felix was used to others towering over him, but what he wasn’t used to was the big, silvery-blue wolf leering down at him with sharp teeth and glowing red eyes.

When he managed to unfreeze, it occurred to Felix that he’d never seen the wolf before (which said something since Felix had been around the arcade for over three decades). Had a new game been plugged in? There‘d been talk of another retro cabinet being donated the previous week, or so they’d overheard Mr. Litwack offhandedly comment. Maybe that was where this, um, newcomer was from.

Considering they’d already started off on the wrong foot, Felix felt that it was important to try and make amends. It was why he held out a gloved hand towards the wolf in a goodhearted show of camaraderie.

“I’m awfully sorry about before, but it’s nice to meet’cha, neighbor! The name’s Fix-It Felix Jr., from the game Fix-It Felix Jr.”

The wolf stared down at the outstretched hand for all of three seconds before he threw his head back and laughed like he’d heard the funniest, rib-tickling joke of his life. It was a tad confusing to say the least, and if Felix wasn’t already feeling unsettled he might have asked what was so funny. Had he missed something, maybe?

When the wolf finished laughing, he took a step towards Felix and grinned in full, showing way more pointy teeth than Felix had originally seen.

“Listen, neighbor,” he started, though it sounded more like an angry snarl. “I’ve eaten things bigger than you. As a matter of fact, I’m feeling pretty hungry right now...”

And here the wolf drew closer to Felix, who instinctively held up both hands and backpedalled. “I-I don’t want any trouble! I just thought since you’re new an’ all, it’d be nice to introduce myself.”

“Oh yeah, really nice,” the wolf agreed, though he sounded no less menacing than he had before. “Especially since I get a free meal out of it.”

Felix turned as white as a sheet. Meal?!

“N-n-now, hold on just a minute!” he stammered, taking another step back. “If you’re feelin’ hungry, there’s a great burger game just across the station. I could show you exactly where it—”

“Hey!”

Relief flooded through Felix upon hearing the familiar voice; it gave the fixer’s jelly legs a little more stability as he turned towards Ralph, who was walking in his direction.

“I don’t know how long a ‘jiffy’ is, but you were taking a while so I wanted to make sure you didn’t fall in or anything,” Ralph explained, prior to staring down the wolf. “Who’s this?”

“Oh! This is, uh...a-actually, I don’t think I caught your name, sir,” Felix squeaked, glancing back at the figure positioned in front of him.

Turning away from his previous person of focus, the wolf faced Ralph directly. They were of similar heights and hulking builds, though Ralph seemed a smidgeon taller.

“What’s it to you, chump? Mind your business and take a hike,” the wolf growled, clearly not put off by the size of Ralph’s fists.

Felix audibly gulped as Ralph’s expression hardened into something that foreshadowed an impending loss of his temper. “That’s MY friend, so this is MY business.” Then, turning to Felix, Ralph asked: “Is this guy giving you a hard time, Felix?”

It was in his code to try and diffuse any dangerous moments, which was why Felix shook his head a bit too quickly. “Nope! Not at all! We were just talking. I-in fact, he’s part of the new game that was plugged in.”

“No kidding?” Ralph asked, glancing back at the wolf through narrowed eyes. “Well, newbie. How about picking on someone your own size?”

“I know just the ‘someone’,” the wolf challenged, stepping closer to his competitor.

“Hey, Ralph!”

Both wolf and wrecker turned to look at the saloon doors, where an equally large gorilla and lizard now stood. Although they shared the same level of intimidation that the wolf radiated, they didn’t seem as aggressive or intent on starting a fight.

“We found a table,” the gorilla said.

“Yeah, quit being a punk and hurry up,” the lizard added.

The wolf grumbled something incoherent before he looked back at Ralph; his gaze jumped from his almost-opponent to his almost-snack before he heaved a heavy sigh and sifted a set of long claws through the fur on his head.

“Sorry,” he muttered, shocking Ralph and Felix both with the abrupt (and very unexpected) change in demeanor. “It’s hard adjusting to after hours when you spend the whole day destroying everything.”

“I can relate,” Ralph remarked, though he still kept his guard up in case the wolf was only pretending to cool down.

With another beckoning from his party, the wolf started to leave. Before he was completely out of earshot, he said: “By the way, I wouldn’t actually eat your friend. He’s barely got any meat on him. And the name’s Ralph.”

“Ralph,” the other Ralph repeated, watching the wolf, gorilla, and lizard head off. “Hunh. At least I won’t forget his name.”

THUNK.

The solid sound had Ralph looking at Felix, only to see that the hero had slid down along the wall; he was breathing heavier than normal and squeezing his cap against his chest as though it were a lifeline.

Concerned, Ralph bent a knee and got down to Felix’s level. “You ok, buddy?”

“P-peachy keen!” Felix wheezed, even when his terrified mannerisms suggested that he was more panicky than peachy. “Just...just need a sec to catch my breath.”

Ralph gave him a few, and when the color had returned to Felix’s face, he asked again: “You good?”

“Loads better,” Felix confirmed, smiling. Thanks for stepping in like that. You’re a real pal.”

“No one pushes my friends around like that. He’s just lucky Cal wasn’t here,” Ralph replied, huffing. “Then there’d really be an issue.”

“Don’t I know it, brother,” Felix agreed with a chuckle. Tammy was a sweetheart, but something told Felix there would have been even more chaos had his wife been involved in the hallway kerfuffle.

Ralph extended a square finger at Felix, who used it to pull himself back up. “Come on,” he said, “let’s get back to the...oh. You’re still covered in root beer.”

Felix blinked down owlishly at his cap before sharing a similar look over his work shirt. “Jiminy-jaminy, you’re right! I completely forgot about that.” It was a little too late to rinse out the stains since they had had time to soak in, which meant Felix was better off going back to Niceland and changing his clothes altogether.

“I’ll take care of your tab,” Ralph offered, once he and Felix had returned to the main bar area.

“Golly, you don’t have to do that. I don’t mind closin’ out before I head on home,” Felix replied.

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll get me next time,” Ralph brushed him off. “Now go take a shower. You smell like soda.”

With an amicable, yet gentle slap to Felix’s back, Ralph went to retake his former place at their table. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the table had gained three familiar members.

“Come meet new friends!” Zangief exclaimed, having remained behind to hold down the fort. “This is George, and Lizzie, and—“

“Ralph,” Ralph deadpanned, staring at the wolf who smirked at him wickedly. “Great.”

#wreck-it ralph #fix-it felix jr.#wir #wir fic #wreck-it ralph fic #feesh fics #feesh writes requests #arcade universe

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noladyme · 3 years

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Skip To My Lou, My Darling - Chapter 5, Bloody Demons II

The road so far…

Lulu is reunited with Dean, when he, Sam and Castiel needs the journal Bobby left her. She lets Dean know that this will be the last time she will see him, as being in his presence hurts her too much. When a phone call from what she thinks is a friend in need, brings her face to face with The King of Hell himself, will she finally have a chance to break her bond with Dean?

Our story continues in season 8

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I made it to Pittsburg in a little over two hours. The bar I’d agreed to meet Tamara at was bustling with people; and I found my friend at the bar, wearing a very skintight dress and leather jacket; and fisting a pint of Guinness. “Drinking on the job, Tamara?”, I grinned. “Not like you!”. She turned around to face me, and her smile was broader than I’d ever seen it. “Lulu! You came!”, she smiled. “Told you I would”, I laughed, and gave her a hug. “So, what’s the deal here? Are we hunting, or drinking?”. “Bit of both, love”, she said. She leaned in close. “Vamps have been picking up girls from this place for a while”. I narrowed my eyes. “So we’re here to…”. “Pick up dates!”, Tamara grinned.

I groaned internally. The last thing I wanted was to play the part of wanton woman on the prowl for man-meat. Tamara caught darkness ghosting my face. “What’s wrong, Lulu?”, she asked. “Nothing… I’m just…”. I couldn’t finish the sentence. “On the rebound?”, she smirked. “Only one cure for that. Drinks!”. She ordered a round of shots, and I took a deep breath; downing the vile – and probably very cheap – tequila in one go.

“Let’s just get this over with”, I sighed. Tamara’s eyes lit up. “Oh! I almost forgot. Brought you something…”. She took my hand, and dragged me towards the restrooms. Once inside, she handed me a piece of flimsy fabric. “What’s this?”, I asked. “A dress…”, Tamara smirked.

I held up the garment in front of me. It looked more like a tank top with a little length to it. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”, I muttered. She raised a brow at me. “You look like a lumberjack”, she said. “Just put it on. Live a little”. I shook my head. “This is supposed to be a job…”. “These bloodsuckers have been going for the easy prey. Girls asking for it”. I winced at her words. The Tamara I knew was strong headed and feminist. “Asking for it?”, I grunted. She shrugged. “Sorry. It’s the alcohol talking”, she smiled. “But you know what I mean. Now come on!”. I slipped in to a booth, and shed my layers; before pulling the dress over my head. “I’m not changing my shoes”, I called out. “Fine, whatever. Combat boots it is”, Tamara laughed. “It’ll give you a rock star quality”.

Stepping back outside of the booth, I put my own clothes into my new bag. Tamara looked over my shoulder. “New equipment?”, she muttered. “Yeah”, I said. “Guess I have a guardian angel”. “Huh…”, she said. “Set me up with one of those, will you?”. I chuckled. “I’m not sure you’d like angels any more than demons”, I said, and closed my backpack; looking at her. Something dark ghosted her face. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to bring up…”. “Forget it, love”, she smiled.

I went to look in the mirror. I looked the part of a woman in desperate need of attention. My breasts were on display, and a small slit on the side of the red “dress”, made it so I could at least walk; in spite of the constricting fabric. “How am I supposed to hide a machete in this?”, I complained. Tamara lifted my hair, and put it in a knot on my head, with a hairband. “You’re not”, she smiled; and opened her jacket to reveal a large knife. “You’re the decoy”. I rolled my eyes. “Great. Thanks for the learning experience, Tammy!”, I sneered.

Tamara pulled out a red lipstick, and turned me to face her; so she could apply it to my lips. “It’ll be just like Ohio. Walk before you can run, love”, she said, wiped a stray smudge of lipstick from the side of my lip. She turned me to face the mirror again. “There we go!”.

The woman looking back at me reminded me of someone I hadn’t seen in a long time. She was myself, before the maren; before countess Erzebet – before hunting. I’d missed her, I admitted to myself.

“What’s this?”, Tamara asked, running a finger down my shoulder blade. I twisted my torso, and looked at where she was pointing. “My tattoo?”, I smiled. “Would have thought you had one… it’s an anti-possession tattoo”. Tamara pulled her hand away from the symbol. “Oh… yeah, I should think about getting one of those”, she smiled. “Let’s go! Leave your bag in here”. I put my phone and the car keys into my bra – along with Sam’s number, for reasons I wasn’t sure of yet. It just felt right. We left the restrooms, and went to sit down by the bar. “Now?”, I muttered. “Now, we wait”, Tamara said; scanning the room.

A short man wearing way too much cologne came sauntering over to us. “Hey…”, he smirked, bobbing his head to the song coming from the speakers. “I’m…”. “Not interested”, Tamara said. I sent her a look. She shook her head. I looked at the guy. “What she said”, I shrugged. He walked away, tail between his legs. “Can you tell me what I’m supposed to look for?”, I said. “Someone colder”, my friend said. “Vamps are usually paler, and don’t smell like the cheap aisles of a drugstore”. “Okie dokie”, I muttered.

We sat for a while longer, before suddenly, Tamara pushed me between my shoulders. “Plump up the puppies”, she muttered. “We got one”. A tall, dark man had stepped into the bar. If ever I’d seen a vampire tv-show; this guy looked like he’d stepped right out of the screen. Tamara pushed at me. “Go chat him up!”, she hissed. “Tammy!”, I almost whimpered. “I’m not gonna…”. She patted my bottom. “Yes you are. Go!”.

I took a deep breath, and began walking towards the man. His eyes narrowed, and he seemed to be scanning the room; before his eyes fell on me. His lip twitched into a sly smile, and – swallowing hard – I returned the gesture. He walked over to me, and grabbed my hand. “Hi…”, he said with a deep voice. “What’s your name?”. “Uhm… whatever you wanna call me”, I tweeted. He leaned in close, to whisper in my ear. “Guess I’ll call you Honey then. How does that sound?”. I felt bile rise in my throat. “That sounds… hot”, I smiled. “What’s your name?”

The stranger pulled me out onto the floor, and slipped his hand behind my back; holding me against him, and swaying back and forth. His hand was so cold; and I shivered when it touched the bare skin on my back. “Does it matter?”, he smirked. “I like to know who I’m dancing with”, I said. I looked back at Tamara, who was giving me the thumbs up. She grabbed her phone from her pocket, and called up a number. She hadn’t told me we’d have partners, but at the moment, I was very happy we wouldn’t be alone. This guy gave me all sorts of creepy feelings. “Call me… Patrick”, he said, and dipped me. “Swayze?”, I fake giggled. He pulled me back up. “Sure”, he smirked.

We swayed back and forth a while longer, until suddenly the song changed. God, please not this one, I thought; when a sad guitar began playing. “Lying on your arms, so close together. Didn’t know just what I had…”. I cleared my throat. “I really hate this song”, I croaked. Patrick leant down again, and put his mouth dangerously close to my neck. “Do you want to get out of here?”, he said. “Sure?”, I said; my voice breaking. “I should probably tell my friend I’m leaving”. He looked into my eyes. “Go ahead, honey”, he smirked.

Prying myself from his grasp, I walked back to Tamara. “He wants me to leave with him”, I said. “Good!”, she smiled. “Go on. I’ll be right behind you”. “What? Are you crazy? I’m not leaving with him without my weapons!”. Tamara grabbed my shoulders. “You’re doing great, Lulu. I’ve got you, ok? Trust me!”. I blew out a deep breath. “If I die, I’m coming back to haunt you!”, I sneered. She rolled her eyes, and pushed me back towards Patrick.

Hooking my arm into his, we left the bar. Once outside, the chilly air hit me; and I shivered. “You cold, honey?”, Patrick asked. “A bit”, I said. “Should we take my car?”. “Sure”, he winked at me, and I led him over to the rusty Dodge. I got behind the wheel, and Patrick entered beside me. “I got a place a few miles out”, he said; his face suddenly dark. “Ok”, I said.

I looked out the rearview mirror, and saw Tamara exiting the bar, and halting to speak with a man I hadn’t noticed before. He was only a little taller than her, and seemed a bit to well dressed for a hunter. Tamara seemed perfectly at peace with his appearance though, and simply smiled in my direction; pointing at my car. The well-dressed man looked towards me; and his lips drew back in a large grin.

“Let’s go, honey”, Patrick said; and I started the car, driving us off the lot, and down the street.

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We made it to a house a way outside town. The windows where dark; and when I stopped the car, my hands where shaking. “You look good enough to eat”, Patrick smirked. His hand found my knee, and squeezed it. “We should… go inside”, I said; and quickly got out of the car.

Where are you, Tamara?, I thought to myself. Patrick put his hands on my hips, and led my up to the front door. He turned the knob, and we stepped inside. In an instant, I was pressed against the wall, and Patrick slammed the door shut. He nuzzled my neck with his nose. “Smell so good”, he growled. “That’s nice”, I croaked; regretting every move I’d made since the moment I stepped out of bed the morning before.

Grabbing my arm, Patrick pulled me into what seemed to be a living room; though decked out like a ridiculous boudoir. I looked around, desperate for anything I could use as a weapon. Patrick smiled menacingly at me; before his lips drew back, and he revealed a second set of teeth. “Oh, crap”, I choked.

Suddenly, the door flew open, and Tamara came running in. “Lulu!”, she yelled. Patrick was distracted by the sudden change in his plans, and as he looked at her, I kicked him in the groin; making him topple over. “Kill him!”, I yelped. “Not yet!”, she said. “Where are your friends?”, she hissed at the groaning vampire.

There was a slamming of doors, and the sound of feet running throughout the house, and suddenly we were surrounded by five more hissing vampires. “All part of the plan?”, I snarled at Tamara; as we took a stance, back to back. “Please tell me you brought my stuff!”.

“She brought something better”, a gravelly voice said. The well-dressed man stepped into the room. He looked at the vampires. “One, two, three, four, five… six. Perfect!”, he counted, and clapped his hands together. He snapped his fingers, and what looked like black smoke filled the room – separating into six parts, and entering the mouths of the vampires.

The vamps all shook themselves, and Patrick got up from the floor. “What’s happening?”, I muttered. “What’s happening, is my best invention to date!”, the man laughed. “Vampire-demons. I can’t believe I never thought of this before… Thank you, Tamara”. I turned around, and looked at my friend. Her eyes where charcoal black. “You’re welcome, my lord”, she smiled.

I took a step back; falling into the arms of Patrick. “Tsk, pet. Where are you going?”, the man said. “We’re not done here”. Patrick pulled my head back, and leaned towards my neck. “Hungry…”, he hissed against my exposed skin. He was much to strong for me to get away from; and I was sure this was the end. “Hold up, Pat”, the man said. “I’ll serve you a nice dinner later. For now, me and this lovely lady need to have a conversation”. Patrick pushed me forward with a snarl, making me jump.

“Who are you?”, I croaked. “What are you?”. “Right… you’ve never actually faced one of us before”, the man said. “Name is Crowley. I am a demon”. I swallowed hard. “What did you do to Tamara?”. Crowley stroked my friend’s cheek. “Tamara is still in there. Struggling something fierce”. He slapped her hard, but Tamara didn’t wince. “I had one of my favorites possess her”. “She’s too strong for that”, I croaked. “Fight it, Tamara!”. “Cute”, Crowley smiled. “Not convincing”.

I slowly walked towards Tamara, and stroked her cheek. Her black eyes widened, and she grinned at me. “Oh, that feels nice, love. Keep going”. I sighed deeply, and let my lips tremble, as if I was about to cry. Demon-Tamara tilted her head and pouted – distracted just long enough for me to grab the knife from the inside of her jacket. “What do you think you’re going to do with that, pet?”, Crowley asked. I elbowed Tamara in the face; and shoved the knife into his chest; taking a step back, when he didn’t even flinch. “Rude!”, he growled. “This is Armani!”. He pulled the knife out. “You can have this back, when you behave”.

“What do you want with me?”, I asked, my heart in my throat. He smiled again. “It’s nothing, really. A mere trifle”, he said. “The Winchester’s have something of mine. I want it back”. I sighed. “Let me guess; you’re gonna use me to get to them”. Crowley laughed. “Sounds like you’ve been here before, hmm? I’ve heard they have a tendency to drop everything and come running, whenever you have a hangnail. What does Dean see in you?”. He gave me a once over, pausing at my chest. “Right… that”. He met my eyes with a slight smirk.

I decided to play his game, and rolled my eyes. “Ok. Tie me up, poke me with something sharp; whatever it is you guys do”, I said. “Well, you’re no fun”, Crowley frowned. “Couldn’t you at least… scream a little? Plead for your life? I mean, I made all these vampire-demons...”. I shook my head. “Too much effort”, I said. “I mean, I’m shaking in my boots, don’t get me wrong – but I know how this ends”. “And how is that?”. “Well, you torture me for a while – then Dean and Sam show up and fight you…”.

Crowley laughed. “It’s like you read my mind!”, he said. “Ok, let’s call them”, I croaked. “Just like that?”, the demon asked. “No Please Mr. Crowley, don’t kill my sweetheart?”. I swallowed hard, and looked down. “No? You two aren’t…?”. “It’s not like that”, I whispered. Crowley raised his brows. “Well, if I had a heart, it’d be breaking for you right now… What happened? Really, tell your uncle Crowley, pet…”. My façade broke, and I slapped him across the face. Crowley simply raised a brow at me. “That tickled”.

Suddenly I was on the ground, Crowley’s hand on my throat – squeezing hard. The demon-vampires all looked down at me; baring their extra set of teeth. “Now, you call Moose and Squirrel, and tell them to bring back my tablet; or I’ll snap this pretty neck faster than they can say where’s my flannel”. I nodded as fiercely as I could under his grasp, and reached slowly for my phone, and the note with Sam’s number. I dialed it up.

“Sam’s phone. Who’s this?”. It was Dean’s voice. “Dean…”, I rasped. “Lulu… What’s wrong?”, he demanded. I almost laughed. “Take a wild guess…”, I said. Crowley was starring into my eyes intently. “You’re in trouble”, Dean growled. “Surprise…”, I muttered. “What is it?”, he said. I looked at Crowley. “Hi, Dean!”, he said cheerily. “You’re friggin’ kidding me!” “You have my tablet. I have your girlfriend. Let’s make a deal”. “Now you listen to me, you son of a…”. “He’s not on speaker”, I said. “Too busy strangling me… and possibly serving up as dinner for a group of vampires”. I heard things being thrown around. Dean was pissed. “This isn’t the time for jokes! You’ve got the King of Hell with his hands around your neck!”. My jaw dropped. “The crossroads demon?”, I whispered. My eyes began flickering. Crossroad demons made deals.

Crowley’s eyes widened, and his lips drew back in a wide grin. He snatched the phone from my hand, and got off me. “Hello, Dean…? Yes, yes, I’m a son of a bitch, I know. I’ve met my mother. Now listen… No… Stop talking. I’ve reconsidered. Kevin, the tablet; I’ll have those soon enough. I have something much more fun in mind for now… Yes, exactly… Why? Because it’ll piss you off!”. I stood up from the floor, and began backing away. Patrick grabbed a hold of me again; putting his teeth to my neck. “Hold that thought”, he said into the phone, before putting it to his chest. “Lulu, love. Don’t go anywhere. We’re not done”. He lifted the phone to his ear again. “Yes, I’m still here… No. She’s fine. She’ll stay fine. At least the next 10 years. Don’t worry… Yes, you can have her back”. He handed me the phone. “His voice is so deep when he’s angry”, he winked at me.

I put the phone to my ear. “Lou, don’t do this”, Dean pleaded. “I don’t… Maybe he can end it”, I croaked. The teeth of the vampire were scratching at my skin. “He can’t!”. “If he can’t, the deal will be off. I’ll be fine”. I looked at Crowley, who nodded in agreement. “This isn’t the way. We’ll figure it out. Please!”. Dean was almost whimpering. I blew out a deep breath. “When this is done, you won’t care if I did it”, I said. “I won’t matter to you anymore”. Crowley narrowed his eyes at me. “I can’t live like this”, I whispered. Crowley pouted in mock sympathy. “Where are you?”, Dean asked. “I’m… I’ll see you soon”. I hung up.

Crowley clapped his hands together. “Right! What is it?”, he asked. “Pat, let the lady go. She’s not a meal… yet”. Patrick pushed me forward with a growl. “An std? A few more inches for Squirrel…?”. I frowned. “Oh, is he impotent?”, the demon said, grimacing. “No…”, I said. “I want…”. “Yes, yes, come on. I don’t have all day!”, Crowley sneered. “I want you to break our bond”, I said. Crowley looked confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”. I swallowed hard. “I was made for Dean… To be his. Angels put me on earth for him”.

The demon suddenly let out a roaring laugh. “You think you were put on this planet to be with Dean?”. “Yes…?”, I whispered. “It’s too… perfect. I’m his perfect companion. Our feelings aren’t real”. Crowley rolled his eyes. “Well you are perfect for him. You’re just as daft as he is! Give me that…”. He stepped over to me, and snatched the phone from my hand; hitting redial.

“Come one, come on… Yes, Deano! It’s Crowley again… Could you stop cursing and turn down your car radio, I can hardly hear my own thoughts… Right, deal’s off. She asked. Can’t help. Get me my stuff, or I’ll kill her… Pittsburg… Yes, exactly… Toodles!”. He hung up, and handed me back my phone. “Now, we wait”.

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I was tied to a chair. Tamara was filing her nails on a couch against the wall; and the vampires were spread throughout the house – waiting for Sam and Dean to show up. Crowley paced the floor in front of me; taking phone calls from who I guessed were his minions.

Suddenly the door flew open, and the brothers ran inside; guns at the ready. Dean’s face was locked in rage; but when he stepped into the room, he wasn’t looking at Crowley with said expression – he was looking at me. Tamara sprang from her seat. “Hi lads!”, she grinned. “Long time, no see”. “She’s a demon”, I croaked. “Still alive inside”.

“Let them go!”, Dean roared. “No”, Crowley said; hanging up on yet another bloody wanker. He put a hand on my shoulder. “First; my things”. “You think we’d bring it here?”, Sam said. “Well, it’s simple. Then I kill the girl”, the demon said, and put a hand on the top of my head, and the other on my chin; as if to break my neck. My heart jumped into my throat. “Crowley!”, Dean snarled. Crowley leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Almost makes my knickers slide right off when he uses that voice”, he smirked. “Now, where is my tablet?”, he roared.

Patrick and his friends entered the room, and surrounded us. “I’m done waiting, boys. And so are my lads here”. The vampires bared their teeth, and let their eyes turn black. “What the hell is this?”, Sam yelled. “My best idea yet!”, Crowley snickered; letting go of me. “Vampire-demons! Aren’t they just the cutest thing…”.

The Winchesters both looked flabbergasted. “Oh, come on!”, Dean growled. “Vamp-demons?”. Crowley almost giggled. “I know. Sometimes my wit even surprises myself”, he said. “Now… my tablet. Give it over, and I’ll let it be quick”.

I knew I’d be dead within seconds if I didn’t act. “I know where it is”, I said. Dean narrowed his eyes at me. “It’s in a bunker”. Crowley let go of me. “Atta girl! Where’s this bunker?” “Lou!”, Dean growled. I shook my head. “It’s over, Dean”, I said. “I’m not dying for your cause”.

Crowley went to stand in front of me, narrowing his eyes. “Where, pet?”. “I’ll take you. But you have to promise to let me go afterwards”, I croaked. “You have my solemn word as a gentleman… or, whatever”, Crowley said. “Patrick. Untie her”. Patrick loosened my restraints, and I stood up. “There’s a good girl”, Crowley smiled. “Lads, you hold down the fort here. But no dinner until I return. I want to watch”. “We’ll take my car”, I muttered.

Dean’s eyes met mine. His gaze was pained. “You can’t do this, Lulu”, Sam said. “Sam… don’t. This is my decision”. “Please, Lou…”, Dean pleaded. I looked at him with hard eyes. “I have to let him get in that driver’s seat”. It was a strange sentence, but I hoped Dean would let it lie. He looked at me questioningly. “Bye, boys”, Crowley called over his shoulder.

Once outside, I opened the door to the driver’s seat for Crowley, and he got in front of the wheel. “Ugh, I hate driving lefty… Keys?”. I took a step back. “I have them”, I said. “Well, get in and give them to me”, the demon demanded. “No…”, I responded. “No…? What are you talking about? Get in the bloody car, or I’ll drag…”. He tried to step out of the car again, but couldn’t. I crouched, and pointed at the ceiling of the Dodge. The devils trap I’d made with a marker over the driver’s seat, was still there. “I hope you know how to hotwire a car; because that’s the only way you’re getting anywhere…”, I said; and closed the door on the cursing Crowley. Grabbing a bottle of water from the trunk, I went back to the house. Crowley was banging the window; the demonic seal apparently making him unable to break it.

I went back into the house, and into the living room. Sam and Dean where in the process of being tied up by the vamp-demons. Tamara looked at me. “What?”, she snarled. “Crowley wants you to come”, I said quietly; sending Dean a look. He narrowed his eyes at me. Tamara rolled her black eyes, and followed me to the porch.

“That’s a really ugly car”, she grunted, and began walking down the steps from the porch. I opened the bottle of water; and poured it over her. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te”, I said as quickly as I could, and black smoke left Tamara’s body; making her slump to the ground. I crouched over her, patting her cheek. “Please, Tammy. I need your help. Wake up!”, I whispered.

Tamara’s eyes blinked, and she looked at me. “Is it gone?”, she rasped. I let out a relieved sigh, and pulled her into my arms, hugging her tightly. “It’s gone”, I croaked. “But we’re gonna have to fight. Are you up for it?”. Tamara’s lips drew back in a snarl. “Hell yeah!”, she said. “Weapons?”. My eyes searched the area; and I smiled, when I saw a black Chevy Impala parked a little way down the road. “I know where to get some…”.

We ran to the Impala, and I opened the trunk, lifting the false bottom. “Bloody jackpot!”, Tamara smiled. We each grabbed a machete along with some bottles of water. I picked up a knife as well. “What’s that for?”, Tamara asked. “You’ll see”, I muttered. She grimaced in confusion.

I walked back to the Dodge, and opened the door to the driver’s seat. “Let me out of here you sodding… Ow!”, Crowley snarled, as I stabbed him again; before pulling the knife back out. “What was that for?”. I looked at the bloody blade. “Your vessel. He’s dead, right?”, I asked. “Of course he is!”, Crowley hissed. “Great. Bye, your majesty”. I slammed the door in his face. “Let’s go”.

We snuck back to the door. “Remember the exorcism I used?”, I whispered. “I taught it to you, love”, Tamara smirked. “On three…”. I put my hand on the doorknob. “One… two… three!”. We sprang into the house, threw water at the monsters holding the Winchesters captive; and chanted in unison.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te!”

Black smoke poured out of the vampires. The beasts all looked confusedly at each other, before snapping their necks in Tamara’s and my direction. “Dinnertime, boys”, Patrick yelled.

One of the vampires sprang at me, and I slashed the machete across his torso. He instantly toppled over, rattling in pain; and I cut his head off. Narrowly escaping being taken down by another vamp, I threw myself towards Sam and Dean. “Lou, what are you doing?”, Dean yelled. “Saving your ass!”, I snarled, and cut the ropes holding him to the chair. “Here”. I handed him the knife, and slashed at another vampire trying to get me from behind. He grabbed my ankle, and pulled me to the ground; but Tamara cut his head clean off – spraying me with blood in the process. “Thanks”, I gasped. Dean cut Sam free, and they joined us in our fight. “Get out of here!”, Dean growled. “Hell no!”, I yelled, and got on my feet.

“Four left!”, Tamara yelled. One of the vamps was heading for the door, but I made it over to him just in time to cut the back of his knee; making him fall to the ground. The last thing he saw, was my face as I hacked his head off. “That’s two for me”, I grinned. “Leave some for me, Lulu! I only got the one”, Tamara laughed. I heard a crash as Sam pushed one of the vamps to the ground. He held the snarling monster down. “A little help?”, Sam yelled. “All yours”, I said to Tamara; who ran over, and cut the thing’s head off. Dean snatched the machete from Tamara, and quickly decapitated a vamp coming at him from a dark corner.

The house was silent. I looked around. “There was six of them”, I said. Dean looked at me; his eyes suddenly widening. “Lou, behind you!”. I twirled around; only to be caught by the neck, by none other than Patrick. “Hi, honey”, he smirked; before pulling me into his arms, and biting into my neck. The pain was excruciating, and I yelped out in pain - dropping my machete on the floor.

“No!”, Dean roared, and ran towards us. Patrick pulled his head back, and turned me around to face my friends. “Don’t!”, he snarled; my blood dripping from his mouth. “I’ll kill her”, he warned. Tamara went to step forward; but Sam held her back. I looked at the knife in Dean’s hand, and then at Tamara. She nodded, and snatched it from him – throwing it into the air. I caught it by the blade – feeling it cut into my stitched-up hand – before pushing it into Patrick’s side. The vampire laughed. “That won’t kill me, honey”, he said. “No, but the dead man’s blood on it will”, I rasped.

Patrick began letting out choking sounds, and loosened his grasp on me. I put my hand on my bleeding neck, and stumbled forward – Dean catching me in his arms. Sam walked up to Patrick, and cut his head off.

I let out a deep breath. “Ok… It’s over”. Dean gave me an angry look. “Try that again…”. I looked down, and pulled myself from his arms.

“Are you ok, Lulu?”, Tamara asked; and came over to examine my wound. “You did great, love!”. I smiled blushingly. “Thanks… I guess my vampire cherry is popped”. “Sure is”, she smiled. She looked up at the brothers. “Good to see you two again”. “Thanks for the rescue, Tamara”, Sam half smiled. Dean nodded at her with an insincere smile. “Yeah. Thanks for that, Tamara”. He made a point of shoving the brit his gratitude – not me. “Let’s get out of here”.

We went back outside. I was exhausted, and almost stumbled down the stairs. The door to the Dodge was open, and the seal on the ceiling of it was scratched at. Somehow, Crowley had gotten away. “Crap”, I muttered. Sam crouched down, and looked into the car. “Good thinking, though”. “Sam!”, Dean growled. “Lulu, get in the car”. I sighed, and went for the front seat of the Dodge. “Not that car”.

Tamara frowned at him. “Who do you think you’re talking to, Winchester? This girl just killed three vampires on her first hunt for those bloodsucking buggers!”. “I’m talking to the girl who almost sold her soul to the king of Hell!”, Dean snarled. “Stay out of it”. Tamara laughed sarcastically, and began rolling up the sleeves of her jacket. “Oh, I should…”. “It’s fine, Tammy”, I sighed. “I can fight my own battles… but thanks”. “You’re gonna let some boy talk to you like that?”, she sneered. I shook my head. “No, I’m not. But he has something of mine, and I want it back”, I said. “I’ll tear him a new one afterwards”. “If you don’t, I will”, she snapped.

I pulled her in for a hug. “I need to go back with them”, I muttered. “Thanks. For everything”. “No, thank you! Call me”, Tamara said. I handed her the keys to the Dodge. “Thanks. Might even make it back to my own car in it. The thing looks like it’s falling apart”. I kissed her cheek, and she got into the driver’s seat; turning on the engine, and driving away.

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“What the hell were you thinking?”, Dean roared at me. “Demon vampires?”, Sam snarled. “You’re lucky Tamara was there!”. “She was a demon too, remember?”, I muttered. “I saved her ass, just like I did yours”.

The whole drive back had been quiet; and I felt like a teenager who’d missed curfew. We’d gone by the bar, and Sam has slipped into the ladies room to grab my bag for me; as I was covered in blood, and might freak people out. I was now seated – freshly showered, and once again stitched up and bandaged – in the library in the bunker; getting a verbal ass-whooping from both the Winchesters; while Castiel stood in the archway – sending me chiding eyes.

“You could have died!”, Sam yelled. “Worse; you could have gone to Hell!”, Dean growled. “Your soul, Lou? Do you have any idea…?”. “It’s my soul to do with as I want”, I said. Dean looked at me with enraged eyes. Sam’s gaze softened. “Lulu, you’re family… This wouldn’t just affect you”. “I’m sorry…”, I whispered. Sam sighed. “I’m gonna get back to Bobby’s journal; so you can get it back”, he said; and disappeared down a hallway.

I sighed, and shook my head. “I just wanted…”, I began “To get rid of me?”, Dean croaked. “Do you really hate me that much?”. “You know I don’t… that’s the problem”, I said quietly. “You know what? Cut the crap, Lou!”, Dean snapped. “This thing between us, angelic intervention or… whatever! You don’t make deals with demons”.

“What do you mean, angelic intervention?”, Castiel interrupted. I looked at him indignantly. “Cass, you know what we’re talking about”, I said. “This bond between Dean and me. It’s crap!”.

I stood up, and went to leave the room. “I’m gonna go get some rest. Let you finish your research”. Dean grabbed my shoulders, and held me in place. His eyes were welling up, and I felt my own tears approaching. “Listen… I’m letting you go”, he croaked. “Even though everything inside me is screaming for me, to hold on to you; because you’re mine. I’m letting you walk, because that’s what you want…”. “It’s not!”, I whispered. “I want to be here. I want to stay with you… But it’s not real!”.

Castiel walked over to us. “I don’t understand why you both keep saying that”, he smiled. Dean looked over his shoulder at the angel. “Stay out of this, Cass. You already said you couldn’t help, so just… don’t. Your kind has done enough to mess up this thing”. Castiel sighed. “I can’t help; because what’s between you has nothing to do with angels. I don’t even think a cupid hit you”. I looked at him, my breath bated. “W-what do you mean?”, I stammered. Cass raised his brows. “I didn’t understand before just now… You think Lulu was created for you”. Dean let go of me, and turned around. “She was… wasn’t she?”. I heard the angel chuckle. “Angels didn’t put you two together, Dean”, Castiel said. “Happenstance and probably lust did that. Maybe even love”. “So you’re telling me what we had… was real?”, Dean asked. “I think what you have is real”, Cass responded.

A jolt went through my body, and I suddenly felt cold. Dean turned to look at me; his eyes wide. “It’s real”, he breathed. I stumbled backwards, and ran out of the room, and down the hall. “Lou!”, Dean called after me.

My heart was beating so hard, I was convinced I could see my chest jump. It was real. All this time, I’d wasted it. This was why Crowley wouldn’t make a deal with me. “Lou, please, stop!”. I turned to face Dean’s pained face. “I’m… This is my fault… All this time…”. I shook my head. “Dean, I can’t…”, I whispered; tears streaming from my eyes. “Please… I did this to you. To us. I filled your head with lies that I made up myself, because I was arrogant…”. He let out a defeated breath. “I’m so, so sorry, baby…”.

“Years…”, I whimpered. “I wasted years I could have had, being happy…”. “Without me in your head, having a real life. I know”, Dean croaked. “No”, I shook my head. “With you, Dean”. I took a step forward. “I wanted you, all along. And it was real”. “You shouldn’t…”, he began. “But I do. Me – my own decisions, no manipulation – I want you”. Dean looked down; and my heart fell into my stomach. “But… You don’t want…”. Dean almost ran over to me. “I do, baby. I do”, he said; and his arms were around me.

I began sobbing for real. “Please, Lou. Don’t leave me. Don’t walk out of my life again”, Dean whispered into my ear. I turned my head, and looked into his eyes. “Give me a reason to stay…”, I said.

Suddenly, Dean’s lips were on mine. All that pent-up emotion – those intense feelings – they were all ok to have, because they were my own. And I let go; allowed myself to feel them, as my lips parted, and I breathed in the man in front of me. The scent of him overtook me, and my knees almost gave in, when Dean suckled at my lower lip. He tore himself from our kiss, and looked at me with pleading eyes. “Can I please take you to my room, now?”. I couldn’t answer; so I just nodded.

Dean grabbed my hand, and led me down the hall, to room 11. As soon as we were inside, he slammed the door closed; and his lips were on mine again. “God, I’ve missed you”, he breathed against my mouth. He shed his shirt, and I stepped backwards; suddenly strangely self-aware. Dean was about to lift the hem of his t-shirt, but stopped himself, when he saw my face. “I… We don’t have to”. “No. I’m just…”. I swallowed hard. “What if I’m not that girl you first met anymore? I’m different, now…”. “So am I”, he smiled softly. “Hell. Purgatory… all that crap. It changed me. I think the thought of you was part of what pulled me through…”.

I sat down at the foot of the bed. “That’s just it”, I said. “You’ve been remembering that first-grade teacher, who danced on a table to the Ramones. Who didn’t know anything about vampires or ghosts… And who didn’t hunt”. Dean blew out a deep breath. “I’m… I know things are different for you”, he said. “And that’s my fault. I got you into all of this stuff”. “No… I’m in this life, because I want it. You’re so dead set on me living a normal life”, I sighed. “That’s the girl you want. But this is the woman I am”. I gestured towards the bandage on my neck, covering the wound from the vampire’s bite.

Dean stood for a while, seemingly having an internal conversation with himself. “Well, I guess that’s the woman I’m going to have to get to know”, he concluded. “But that amazing girl, who sassed me even when she thought I was a fed… The one who got drunk, poked my ass, and called it firm”, he chuckled. “The girl who danced with me to a song that’s become kind of a guilty pleasure to me… That’s still you as well. And I think the woman is just an improvement on her”.

I blushed, and looked down. “Well, it was firm. Your jeans were tighter then, so I don’t know about now”. Dean laughed. “And there’s that smart-ass mouth again. She’s still there”. I stood back up, and walked over to him; putting my hand on his cheek. I narrowed my eyes, and looked into his. “And you still have nice eyes”, I whispered; before getting on my toes, and putting my lips to his again. Deans arm slid around me; holding me flush against him. I ran my hand up his chest, and relished in the shivers I could feel going through his body.

With a firm hand on my hip, Dean backed me towards the bed; and as it hit the back of my knees, I fell backwards. Dean leaned over me; but before our lips could meet, I tugged at his t-shirt – wanting it off. Dean obliged with a smile. His body was more toned than I remembered it being. Years of hunting and fighting had made Dean leaner – with sharper edges, and more scars – but no less gorgeous.

Sitting up on the bed – my feet still on the floor – I let my fingers trace over a slight scar down Dean’s abdomen. “Lamia”, he muttered. I traced another, down his forearm. “A friend… in Purgatory”. I pulled myself backwards on the bed; and Dean followed. With a knee between my legs, he was once again over me, kissing my lips softly; and pulling at my tank-top. I lifted my arms, and let him take it off. His eyes glinted from the sight of my mostly bare torso; up until he saw the tulpa scar again.

Dean ran his thumb down the mark; and while I was delighting in the sensation of him touching me again, I saw darkness ghost his face. “I’m ok”, I smiled. “I hate that you go out there unprepared… You don’t know what you’re doing”, he grunted. “Tell that to the three vampires I killed last night…”, I said. “Now, do you want to fight, or do you wanna take my pants off?”. Dean couldn’t help but smirk. “Well, that’s an offer I can’t refuse…”, he muttered.

Running his hand from my ribs, to the waistline of my jeans; he opened the button, and pulled down the zipper – instantly sending electricity through my warmth from his mere proximity to it. I let out a short breath, as his fingers hooked into the fabric, and he pulled my pants down – stopping, when he realized I was still wearing boots. I laughed as I kicked them off; and Dean smilingly completed his task – getting rid of my socks while he was at it. Then his face darkened again.

“What’s that?”, he said, and gestured towards a ragged scar on my thigh. “The leviathan…”, I muttered. His eyes widened. “The Pete leviathan?”, he almost growled. “He did this to you?”. “Yeah, right before I cut his head off”, I whispered; feeling a bit exposed in my undress, with an angry looking hunter towering over me. “Dean, you’re starring… and not in a way that makes me feel very sexy…”. His gaze softened. “Sorry”, he muttered, and sat down on the bed next to me. “How did you get out of that alive?”. I smirked. “Dumb luck”, I said. “I was washing the floors of the bar, when Pete came in; asking me to come back to Kansas with him… Then, his feet started melting, and I ran up the stairs, for my sword. When he finally came up after me, his feet were halfway gone, and he wasn’t moving very fast – so I just slashed, and his head came off… Adrenaline, I guess”. Dean grunted. “But he still got you”, he said. “Just the one cut”, I smiled. “I had a local vet stitch it up”. Dean let his index finger graze the mark. “They did a bum ass job out of it”, he muttered. I rolled my eyes. “Considering getting a tattoo to cover it up”, I said. “Yeah, you need one of these”, Dean retorted, and pointed towards his own anti possession tattoo. I grinned, and turned around – showing him the small tattoo just next to my bra strap. “This one?”, I jeered. Dean ran a hand down his face, and shook his head in defeat. “You’re something else”, he smiled.

I grabbed his hand, and pulled him down to lay with me. Dean put his one thigh between mine; and the friction between his jeans clad leg against my core, made me gasp slightly. He smirked at my reaction, and grabbed my thigh gently; pulling it around his hip – and pressed against me. I whimpered softly, and put my hand behind Deans head, to pull him in for another kiss. I ran my tongue over his upper lip, while he suckled at my lower one. I felt Deans beginning erection press against my thigh, under his jeans; and slid my hand down his back – over his taught muscles – and hooked my thumb into his waistband; pushing down. Dean got the message, and lifted himself off me; opening his jeans, and taking them off.

Hooking my leg around Deans, I invited him back between my thighs; and he returned to his former position – pressing his thigh against my core. With his face in the crook of my neck, he began nibbling at my neck on the opposite side of the bite-wound – probably leaving hickeys. “Marking your territory? What are you, 16?”, I giggled. “You taste nice”, Dean breathed against my neck. “And that vamp got to bite you. Why shouldn’t I?” He grinded his thigh against me, and I whimpered again. He let his lips, teeth and tongue travel down my neck, and across my collarbone. I swayed my hips to rub against his leg, and he chuckled softly. “I like that I can still do this to you”, he muttered. “And I love that it’s because you really want to”, I breathed; and pulled his face up to kiss him again.

Our almost naked bodies entangled in this manner, was heavenly. Deans soft skin covering his firm muscles, so close to mine – it was as if we were built specifically to lay like this, together. But we weren’t built for it; which just made it so much better. It was just perfect all on its own.

Kissing Dean deeply; my tongue demanded access to his. Dean didn’t take much convincing, and with a stifled moan, he brushed it against mine. I tried to pull him all the way on top of me, but Dean shook his head – continuing to press his thigh against my covered folds. It was as if he knew something I didn’t. Putting his hand on my breast, he squeezed it for a moment, before pulling down the cup under it – giving him access to my nipple. He rolled it gently between two fingers, sending shivers down my spine, and pulsating jolts straight from it, to my core.

I used all my strength to move my one leg, so that Dean would be all the way on top of me, between my thighs; but once again, he shook his head – and tweezed my nipple a little harder. “Please…”, I pleaded against Dean’s lips. He used his free hand to hold my leg in place. “Not yet”, he breathed. “Like this. I wanna see you…”.

He pressed is flexed thigh even harder against me; and began moving back and forth. He wanted me to come undone on his leg – without any skin to skin contact on my folds. The sensation was frustrating, and yet amazingly pleasurable. I wanted to feel him inside me, but all I got was this rubbing; this intense and hot friction.

Dean’s lips left mine, and he looked at me intently, as my breath grew ragged; and the warmth in my vagina grew into a pulsating fire. He put one hand around my back – grabbing on to my shoulder to keep me from pulling away from his leg – and the other dug into my thigh; forcing it to stay around his hip. “Move, baby. Don’t stop”, he demanded in a soft voice. I ground my hips back and forth, desperately – and suddenly the coil in my lower abdomen snapped; and I came against his thigh, with breathy moans and squeals.

Coming down from my high, my whole body almost shivering from the orgasm along with the frustration of not feeling like I actually finished properly; I looked pleadingly at Dean. “That wasn’t fair…”, I whimpered. He looked at me confusedly. “You didn’t…?”. I was still shaking. “Obviously, I did… But I wanted you inside”, I said quietly. Dean chuckled. “Baby, you think I’m done with you? I’m making up for lost time, here”, he smirked. “That was just prep-work…”.

I attacked his lips with a fervor, pushing him to lay on his back. Straddling his waist, I opened my bra, and took it off – throwing it over my shoulder – and earning a pleased smile from the man between my legs. “Touch me”, I breathed. Deans eyes widened, and his hands found my breasts – pushing them together, and massaging them. He looked at me like I was a delicious piece of pie he couldn’t wait to chow down on. As he ran his thumbs over my nipples, I carefully moved my bottom backwards; and felt his hardness against me again.

Dean drew in a short breath, when I began moving my hips back and forth on top of him – grinding against his penis, over his boxers. He moved his hands down to my hips, and tried to get me off him, so he could take off his underwear; but I just smirked, and shook my head. “Not so fun, when the tables are turned, is it?”, I said. “Lou…”, Dean said warningly, as he raised a brow at me. “You’re playing with fire here…”. “Am I? I thought I was playing with your…”.

Suddenly I was on my back again; and Dean pulled off my panties, and his own boxers. He laid down between my legs, and looked at me intently. “I don’t wanna play anymore. I just want you”, he breathed. I smiled, and nodded.

With a hand around his member, he positioned himself against my entrance; and pushed himself inside me with a muffled moan. For a moment we just laid there; looking into each other’s eyes. “Can I say it now?”, Dean breathed. I swallowed hard. “Only if you mean it”, I croaked. His brows furrowed, and he put his hand on my cheek, stroking my cheekbone with his thumb.

“I love you”, he said. My breath hitched. “I love you too”, I whispered; and our lips met in a soft kiss.

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quanticowrites · 4 years

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Mr. Perfect in every way Part 2 (Quentin Carter x Reader)

•• This fic is currently over five pages long in my google docs, so needless to say it’s only gonna get longer. I am so proud of this thing! Wait until you read my little twist at the end of this part. Muhaha! >:) I hope you all enjoy! ••

The quiet of the waiting room did nothing to help your nerves. It was just knee surgery, nothing major. The doctors performed this kind of surgery all the time. Over 700,000 go through knee surgery every day, or at the very least that's what that website had said when you looked it up. “Here.” Pride came up and handed you a small cup of coffee. “You look like you need it.” You took it with a smile. He sat down beside you. “You know...you don't have to be here.” He started. “He's in good hands.” You swirled the coffee around before taking a large sip. “I can't stop feeling like this is my fault. I just want to make it up to him somehow.” “Well-” “Agent (y/n)?” A nurse motioned for you and Pride to come over to the nurse's station. She set down her clipboard and smiled. “Quentin is out of surgery and is back in his room. He should be waking up within the next hour.”

“Thank you.” You breathed and started to head to his room. Pride exchanged a few more words with the nurse before running to catch with you. “Gonna stay with Carter so you're here when he wakes up?” “Yeah.” He chuckled. “What? It's the least I can do.” He put his hand on your shoulder, making you stop and move to the side of the hallway. “(Y/n), we both know that's not the only reason.” You huffed before smiling. “You've been talking to Tammy?” “It’s a small office. Things echo.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “After watching Christopher and Sonja for those few years...I just don’t want what happened with them to happen to you if Quentin decides to move on.” Remembering Christopher’s reluctance to tell Sonja how he felt broke your heart. You and Tammy had tried so hard to make the perfect scenario for them to address the elephant in the room, but then Sonja had thrown a curveball and decided to join the FBI. You’d hated having to make the phone call to her when Christopher died. “Well,” Pride brought you out of your morbid thoughts. “I better be getting back to the office. Think about what I said.” You watched Pride walk down the hall before looking at where you needed to go. Do you tell him? The nurses were right, he woke up within the hour, but you were not prepared for how out of it he was going to be. He woke up laughing. Laughing! You’d never thought you’d live to see the day. He’s always so serious and cynical, except for the ever occasional moment he shows that he has a heart. “(Y/n)!” He practically screamed your name when he spotted you sitting in a chair across the room. You had to hold back your own laugh before putting a finger to your lips. “Other patients are trying to sleep!” He mimicked you before laying back down in the bed. “Ah, these drugs are GREAT!” You hated to admit it but drugged Quentin was fucking hilarious. You wanted to grab your cell phone and tape him so you could show everyone else but you didn't want Quentin hunting you down once he found out. You’d just have to settle for telling them. “You don’t still blame yourself, do you?” Quentin asked out of the blue, after looking between his fingers at the ceiling light above him. “Why are you asking when you know the answer?” “Come on, I had it coming. I was too busy thinking about how fast it would take to get to you if he went out the back.” You blinked. “Why were you thinking that?” He smiled. “Ain’t it obvious?” He grabbed the tv remote. “Hey! Wanna watch the pelicans game?” You frowned. You couldn’t tell him now. He was too high, and he’d probably forget it before long. “Sure. Do you need help turning the TV on?” You walked over as he seemed to be struggling. “No, I can turn the damn thing on.” He pressed the big red button on top. He blinked. “Why didn’t it work?” You pushed the button again to turn it off. “Because that was to call the nurse.” You confiscated the remote and turned on the tv and put it on the Pelicans game as he'd wanted. He instantly became entranced. You mouthed thank you up at the ceiling. You hadn’t realized that drugged Quentin, although very funny, would also be such a pain in the ass. God bless all the nurses that would have to deal with him over the next few days. Quentin made great progress in the few days he was in the hospital. After three days he could walk on his own with crutches and doing just fine. What kind of shocked you was that the hospital called you when Quentin was refusing to have the physical therapist come over to his apartment. He’d put you and Pride down as his emergency contacts. Pride had kind of volunteered you to go check on him. So here you were, standing outside his apartment door, hand centimeters away from knocking. “Come on, damn it.” You knocked. “If you’re the physical therapist I said I don’t need it!” You heard him call from inside. You turned the knob and pushed the door open and let yourself in. “It’s (Y/n).” You said back as you shut the door. “Before you ask, yes, Pride sent me to check up on you.” You walked down the hallway and turned into his living room. You found him rolling his eyes on his couch. “The hospital called didn’t they?” “Hey,” You threw your hands up. “You’re the one that put me down for the emergency contact.” You put your hands on your hips. “Well, since you made me drag myself all the way down here for no reason I might as well get some lunch delivered.” You pulled out your phone and dialed the physical therapist's office. “Do you want anything?” “Depends on where you’re ordering from.” “I’ll just order a pizza.” You went back out to Quentin’s kitchen before lowering your voice as the receptionist answered. The Physical therapist said she’d be there in half an hour. You waited with Quentin until the doorbell rang. You let her in and lead her to the living room. Quentin sat up and glared at you. “You little snitch.” You waved as you left and went back to the office. You should have known that upon your first step through the front door of the NCIS building you’d be bombarded with questions. “How’s Carter?” “Did you make him call the physical therapist?” You took a seat at your desk and smirked. “I faked him out. I told him I was ordering pizza but I really called the therapist. She’s with him now.” “Anything else?” “No,” You shot a look at Tammy. “Nothing else.” “Am I missing something?” Sebastian piped up. “NO.” “Yes.” Pride sighed. “In either case,” He chuckled. “I’m glad he’s got someone like you looking after him.” Hannah snorted. “Keep this up and you’ll be prepared for marriage.” You put your head in your hands. “Why do you all have to torture me?” After work, you stopped by Pride’s bar and grabbed take-out to bring to Quentin. You figured it would make up for tricking him earlier. You didn’t even bother knocking as you entered Quentin’s apartment. “I hope you’re hungry because I sure as hell ain’t finishing this gumbo by myself.” You closed the door and jumped at the random women standing in front of you, her arms crossed. “Who the hell are you?” You blinked. This was Quentin's apartment, right? Did you completely embarrass yourself by walking into one of his neighbors' apartments? You scowled. No, this was his apartment. “NCIS special agent (y/n), who are you?” “Audrey Spencer.” You gulped. It was Quentin’s ex, or so you had thought.

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emily-rose-white · 4 years

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Practice Challenge 1:

“Princess Fluffy Angel! Fluffy Princess Angel! Angel Fluffy Princess!” I called out to my three poodles from the foyer of her Paris flat.

“Girls! Your mommy’s home and she brought presents!” I aded before skipping over to her tea room where a set of cookies and cakes had been awaiting her.

“Lady White, you forgot to say this morning, would you like rose tea or mint tea with your snacks today?”

“I will take rose tea! Thank you!” I replied as one of her dogs ran up to her. I threw the wrapping paper from her gift bag down on the ground as my maid picked it up, removing a light pink fluffy tutu and flower crown.

The Whites came from a long line of an affluent family. They had been there when Illea was founded, serving as Gregory’s right hand man, then invested that money into stocks and properties. The Whites, therefore, had never run out of money. I had acted in films and shows on occasion, but only because I loved the attention. Also, so I could have a chance to possibly meet Ava Jones.

When I was around thirteen, I worked in my first movie. I took on the role exclusively because my favorite pop singer, the newly discovered, Ava Jones was writing a song for it. There was no guarantee that meant I would meet her, but I would take any chance to do so. One day on set, my dream came true. Ava Jones, the coolest fifteen year old the world had ever seen (in my eyes) appeared. However, I had been acting horribly that day and couldn’t believe her luck. Ava Jones, my icon, my Goddess, would see me completely flop.

I ran behind her trailer and sobbed, curling into a ball and sitting with my head in my lap. When suddenly things when from bad to worse,

“Hey," Ava mumbled as she stood in front of me. My face shot up red in embarrassment, tears and snot being sent downwards as my head went up. "I look so ugly!" I screamed and started crying even more.

"I don't see why that really matters, but yeah you're a pretty ugly crier." Ava squatted down to be on level with me. She took the tissue from my hand and wiped me off as I panted to catch her breath.

"I don't want you to see me looking ugly! You're Ava Jones!" I yelled, supposedly trying to explain myself.

"Then maybe don't cry." Ava sighed and sat down on the ground next to me.

"What do you even have to cry about?" She asked.

"This script." I grumbled and threw a paper down on the ground. Ava picked it up and tried to examine it. She didn't really know anything about acting but gave it her best shot.

"What's wrong with it?"

"I'm not good enough for it. They want me to be shocked! How am I supposed to be shocked?" I huffed.

"Well, I'm not an actor so I can't really tell you. But do you wanna practice with me a few times?" She offered. I nodded a little bit as Ava examined the script

"Look out princess magenta! That building is falling!" Ava yelled with WAY too much enthusiasm.

"Oh no." I said, still emotionally drained from the crying.

"Well that was sad." Ava couldn't help but grin as my head dropped in further despair. She paced for a moment before getting an idea, "You seemed pretty shocked when I found you crying," I nodded.

"Maybe just, I don't know, channel that or something?"

I nodded with enthusiasm this time, "okay! Let's try again"

"Look out princess magenta! That building is falling."

"oH NO!" I yelled. It was probably a bit much but I was happy and this was just a kids movie after all. From that day on I decided that one day Ava Jones was going to be her best friend. I had gone to every concert, set up photoshoots. I even turned a Playboy magazine event into a charity event so Ava could be pressured into coming. But, it was always the same. Ava would smile, they’d talk about work, then she’d be whisked away. I needed at least once to crack her shell.

And that’s why today was the best day of my life. Her phone rang as she sat, munching on her cookies and she answered it to her screaming friend Tammy, “OHMYGOSHEMILYEMILYEMILY I HAVE THE BEST NEWS FOR YOU!!”

“WHAT WHAT OH MY GOSH WHAT!!!?” I yelled back causing the maids and her poodles to wince.

“AVA JONES IS JOINING THE SELECTION!!” She screamed causing me to shriek in delight.

“Really? It’s not at all her type of thing, where did you hear this?” I asked quickly, still holding onto hope.

“Okay so my brother’s girlfriend’s, best friend’s cousin’s boyfriend's older sister works for Rainbow Companion Recordings, and she heard from an intern who heard from her boss who heard from her boyfriend who heard from his boss that heard from Ava’s agent that she’s joining!”

I gasped and my phone fell to the ground in shock for a moment before I picked it up and quickly ended the call before called my sister.

“Savannah! Can we push back golf? I have to pack for a flight to Angeles!” I exclaimed as my older sister sighed.

“Really? You know it’s hard for me to clear my schedule. I’d really prefer we stick to our originally planned time.” She sighed. My heart dropped a bit but I sucked it up and agreed to our normal time.

***

The ball flew higher than I intended for it to. I could never hit them perfectly. Not the way Savannah could. Savannah was always perfect, be it in golf, studies, anything. She was mother and father’s favorite. She had excellent grades all her life, became fluent in Spanish, new Asian, french, Italian, and German, then she followed in our father’s footsteps taking off to become a large company’s illean representative. She was flown around and paid nicely (not like she needed it). Our parents always had hoped for me to grow up and follow in her footsteps, but despite Savannah's framed report cards being hung in the hallway, I could never keep up.

“Do you think you’ll apply for the selection?” I asked her as I quickly went to the ball.

“You really think I’d apply for that? Mom and dad would never approve of either of us getting a fiance that way.” She scoffed and crossed her arms. “Why are you asking, one of your bimbo friends planning on it?”

I bit the inside of my cheek holding back on defending my friends, people like Savannah didn’t get along with people like me. “Well, it’s not like he’s some four. He’s a prince I hardly see how that’d lead to disapproval.”

“You really think mom and dad would like one of us putting our lives up on a TV for the speculation of the world and tabloids, being the prince’s personal prostitutes for however long he needs to recover from a broken engagement. Not to mention the fact that he had an engagement called off, what does that say about him? Doesn’t think through decisions, commitment problems, then there could be a whole other plethora of reasons for the engagement being called off.” She responded. A “duh” needing to follow each statement.

I looked down to the ring on my own finger, I had the diamond replaced after father would no longer give his blessing to Jacob. It was now a glistening pink ring, it’d have been too sad to return a ring so beautiful, but I no longer wore it on my ring finger. I didn’t have a good response for Savannah, she made excellent points as always.

“You better not be thinking of joining yourself. They barely handle your “actress” lifestyle.” She sighed before hitting her own ball. I was the failure of the family. The easily manipulated, easy-to-bed, childish, Emily-rose.

***

I applied anyways, it would be one of my only chances to see Ava Jones again. I needed her to like me as much as I liked her. To understand how much I would value our friendship. I brought boxes of macrons with me from France and decided to use them as an excuse to speak with Ava. I would have to give them to everyone though, as to not seem creepy. I stopped at the door of one Ms. Jen Li and waited at the doorway as she was in bed,

“Hi! I'm Emily-Rose White! You might know me from a few movies I've been in. I recently got back from Paris and brought some macaroons back for the selection as a friendship gift, would you like one?” I offered, giving a quick introduction.

“Macarons?” She asked then scoffed something under her breath. I was very familiar with the action. Mother or father had done it since I was a child. Prancing around at parties they’d mumble their embarrassment to each other. I brushed it off and widened my smile,

“ Do you dislike them? I have coffee, mocha, chocolate, and vanilla flavor. I can also order some more if you'd like?” I offered. I would hate for Ava to hear of me being unkind to a selected. Mother had always said giving gifts was a much more dignified way of forming alliances than giving hugs.

Jen took one of the cookies, holding it carefully. I wonder if she’s never had one? They’re pretty tasty if she’d like to try it. I hope she knows I’m not one of those women who you can never eat in front of. “Emily White. You're a Two, aren't you?” She asked.

“Yup! Though my family were originally politicians when Gergory Illea took over and aided him, he bought our way to the two cast a few years after and mostly acted as society socialites. But again, I like to act if I see a role that looks fun. How about you?” I answered by giving a little bit of fun fact information for fun.

Jen tossed the cookie back in the bin and scoffed again, I hope I didn’t catch her in a bad mood, “Figures. I'll pass.” she replied. I tried to not let myself crack even though I was becoming increasingly terrified that I had done or said something wrong.

“Oh well, again if you'd like anything else I can get it for you. I'd love to be friends with you all here.” I offered and gave her another smile. I handed the box over to a maid who stood near me.

Jen shot up at that and stalked over to me, “I know you're a Two, and you've never had to lift a single one of your manicured fingers in your life, but when you're in my room-” she took the box back from the maid and shoved it back at me, “ you treat them with respect. At least they actually contribute something to society.” She said. I frowned and realized it must be because I hadn’t spoken to her. Their job was to aid us so I hadn’t thought of interacting with them as opposed to just giving them their tasks. I thought that was how they preferred their work to be done, or at least that’s what mother and father always had told me.

I turned to the maid and gave her a friendly but apologetic smile. “Excuse me Miss Maid. As it is your job to do would you take this box and throw it out. It has no use now.” I explained feeling a bit like I was performing and unsure if I had done it correctly. “Is that what you meant?” I asked Jen hoping she would feel better now.

Jen pulled the box back from the maid and shoved it once again in my arms, “No, you bitch, I mean do it yourself. Or is that too hard for you?” She sneered.

I couldn’t help it anymore and my lip quivered as I felt myself crying. Of course she wanted me to deal with the box. I’m such an idiot. “I'm sorry, I can do that.” I spoke quickly and turned with the box hoping I hadn’t caused too much of a scene.

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I laid in my bed for a few hours. I debated calling Savannah or mother- but of course they would know not to act that way with a maid. Of course I was the dumb one here. I had offended lady Jen Li and caused a scene. I was already in this event that they hated and now I was ruining the White name.

Crying into my pillow I decided to go down to Ava’s room. We weren’t friends yet, and this was NOT part of the plan. But it would be better for her to hear it from me so I could apologize for what a complete fool I had been before she decided that was who I had grown into. I cried on her bed for a few hours, explaining that I hadn’t meant for things to turn out that way and I truly hadn’t known that Jen would be so upset. She was incredibly kind, offering to speak with Lady Jen herself, but that would be even worse, to escalate the situation more. I dozed off in the room and slept my first night in Ava’s room.

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Chapter 6. /- stargazing/

28.05.'19

The next evening, I could say that I was a bit too excited for the boys to arrive. I just got home a hour ago, I spent my afternoon with Sophie and then I talked with Veronica. I always felt a bit nervous to talk to her, open up to her and talk with her as a friend, because she was my boss basically but she always tried and she was always so nice too, so I tried to let my negative thoughts go and we ended up having a really great conservation. She told me how she moved to here and how she met with his husband. I found it really interesting that she was a really loud and kinda bad girl who calmed down, when she met with her true love. I am in a stage in my life where I don't even know if I wanna be a baddie or if I wanna calm down with someone. Agh, probably I would choose the baddie option, that's the sad truth mom, sorry.

Their love was cute, how he just came to her life and after a few weeks she knew, that she found the one. I really think that this is never gonna happen to me and I am gonna end up in a relationship with someone who I don't love, I just tolerate. I hope not though.

When I got the massage from Grayson, that they are here I checked myself one last time in the mirror. I needed to smile on myself, I really didn't looked like a typical girly girl. I wore a green - black check shirt, what I probably bought on the man section a few days ago and it was long enough to wear it as a dress. I didn't wanted to change, but I didn't wanted to look too floppy nether, so I unbuttoned a few button on the shirt and I let it to slid down on my right shoulder. Now I felt more sexy how my black lacy bralette showed a bit, but I was still really comfortable.

After I opened the door I texted Grayson to go up to the last floor with the elevator and we can meet there, so with my phone and my keys in my hand, I also went to the elevator. As the elevator door opened I saw that they were already there. Bryant and Ethan said hi to me with a friendly smile while I noticed that Grayson checked my whole body out before he looked deeply into my eye. Gosh, I have no idea why he has such a strong effect on me. I immediately felt how my body warmed up, but I really tried to distract my attention to Bryant, who introduced himself to me.

There was a stair that led to the roof, so I went first with the three boys behind me. I think I watch too many detective and criminal shows, because the first thing that crossed my mind was that those stories always starts with a stupid girl who go somewhere with strangers and I do the same thing. Okay, they weren't completely strangers, but still. The whole story was a bit odd.

"Wow, if I would live here I would spend every night in here" said Bryant, when he glanced around. Yeah, I have to say the view was pretty good from here.

"Except if you would have acrophobia and you would have anxiety only from the thoughts about going near to the edge" I replied. Basically as soon as I get to the roof, the strange, anxious feeling came to my stomach. My apartment block wasn't the highest building in the street, and the fence on the edge was pretty high too, but I still had bad feelings that I needed to tolerate.

"You are afraid of heights?" glanced down at me Ethan. It's still quite strange and somewhat infuriating how short and tiny I was between them. The twins were large man, and even though I wasn't a extremely thin and tiny girl next to them, I almost felt like it.

"Uhum, that's the second time when I am up here. The first time was when they showed me that I have access to come here."

While they started to work and Brayant started to took pictures of the boys I watched the bustle of the city of Los Angeles. There was always a huge traffic on every street, and there was always so many people everywhere. You could go the supermarket even at four am in the morning and still find people there. This city never sleeps.

From the beautiful city lights of course Grayson was the one, who managed to get my attention. He just casually sat in front of Bryant's camera. He really didn't needed to try hard to look good in every single pose and picture. I really tried to not stare at him too remarkably, especially when I bumped into Ethan's gaze. I just knew from his cheeky grin that he caught me staring at his brother. Agh, I got busted.

"Can I take a picture of you too?" asked Bryant a few pictures later.

" Uhm, I look like I just woke up like ten minutes ago" I said. Actually, this wasn't true, I wish I could look like this when I wake up in the morning. I spent a few minutes in front of my mirror with my makeup bag and with a hairbrush to look like this.

"It can be also a concept, come on" he continued to try to convince so I took a big sigh and went to stand in front of his camera." Can you pull it down a little more?" he asked, so I relaxed my shoulder, and my shirt slid lover by itself on me, and showed a bit more from my black lace bralette. I crossed one hand in front of my stomach and I lifted my right one to my face as Bryant showed. After he took a few photo he asked me to bit on my pointer finger, which made me smile, especially when I saw Gray's smirk behind him. "Wow, you really know how to use your face" said Bryant, while he looked back to the pictures on his camera.

"No, I don't. At all" I laughed. I was embarrassed, I really didn't liked when someone took pictures of me especially in a situation like this, where we had audience too, which made it even more embarrassing for me. I always took pictures for the gram with self timer. It's so much easier to me when I can pose how I want and I am the only one who see if its looks trash.

While Bryant began taking photos of Ethan I stood by myself for a few minutes but when I looked at Grayson, who sat on the metal something, I went towards him, and sat down next to him. Wow, what a bold move, Mira. Yes. Sometimes my own thoughts makes me angry, especially because I am 22 and still afraid of a guy who is even younger than me. I really need to get my shit together.

"Are you secretly a model?" glanced at me Grayson. He was so close to me, my favorite perfume’s scent mixed with his masculine one and I could feel the warmth of his body. His face looked so much more younger without the beard and I immediately started to think about that I like him more with it.

"Nah" I shook my head. My body was everything, just not a model body. I was pretty short and I had a typical hourglass figure. I actually really liked my body type from the front, but as soon as I turn to the side yes, you can see my booty poppin', but my little tammy too. I think I could look even better if I would be strong enough to go the gym, but I was so lazy and I kinda felt like I fought so much for that body that I should be satisfied a bit more with it.

After that there was a long silence between us. He watched Brayant and Ethan, while I glanced up to the sky. The weather was clear, so I could see that there were so many stars next to the bright Moon. I was totally somewhere else in my thoughts for a few minutes, but I immediately snapped back whan Grayson started to talk to me.

"What are you thinking about ? " he asked. At this point, he probably watched me for a few minutes, if he noticed that I was zoned out. I bit my inner lip while I thought for a few seconds. Should I tell him my real thoughts or should I just tell him some random shit, that come to my mind and an easier topic? In the end I decided to tell him the truth.

"My family" I replied softly. He frowned his eyebrows for a sec and than turned to me with his whole body to listen to me. " First just a random memory popped to my mind about old camping nights with my family. We always set in front of our tent in the night and talked before we went to sleep " I said with a small smile, while the memories came back to me and I saw myself there again with my family in my head. " And then I just wondered if my grandma is somewhere there behind one star " I sighed "and is she still looking after me from there."

While I talked I just looked to the sky, and when I looked back at him I just realized that he did the same thing, but when he felt that I glanced at him he looked at my face and smiled slightly.

"Can we go?" interrupted Ethan. Grayson opened his mouth to say something and hesitated for a moment before he answered to his brother.

"You can go, I'm gonna call a Uber later" he responded. I saw that Ethan was a bit confused, and so was I. My stomach immediately collapsed because of the thoughts that I am gonna spend the rest of the night alone with Grayson. After Ethan and Bryant left there was a short silence again between us.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a slight laugh, when he put his pulover to the ground and layed down on it.

" Stargazing " he said easily, like it was the most natural thing. I stared at him for a few seconds, while he just layed there, watched the sky and the Moon's light shined back from his eyes. It's just melted my heart that the masculine good looking guy actually more than that. He looked so precious and he really made me feel like I wanna get to know him more. This whole situation was just absurd and still kinda special. Maybe that's why I didn't hesitated more, and with a slight smile I went next to him and I layed there too. After a few minutes now I was the one broke the silent between us.

" What are you thinking about ?" I asked him. I was really curious about what's on his mind.

" First I was thinking that isn't it just crazy how small we are compared to everything above us? From here everything look's distant and infinite " he said. I was glad he doesn't started to talk about constellations and stuff. I was not too good in astronomy, especially not in english. "And then I just wandered back to what you said about your grandma. Do you really think that our loved ones are there somewhere, behind the stars?"

" I don't know, but I like to believe that. To me it's comforting to think that she is still there and she still watches me from somewhere " I responded. I truly love to believe that.

"You keep surprising me " triggered a sudden topic Grayson. I turned my head towards him and when he did the same thing I just realized that how close we were to each other. Our nose was only a few inches away and now the whole situation felt more intimate, than before.

"What do you mean? You don't even know me yet" I said with a light smile.

"Yeah, that's why I just keep trying to create a picture of you in my head, but you just keep refute it. After we talked on FaceTime I remember, yes I remember " he added emphatically, when he saw that I wanna cut in, and it made me laugh how he knew what I wanna say. " So I remember I thought you are cute."

As soon as he said that I made a grimace. I think I was the only person on Earth who hated when someone told her, that she is cute. It's just so boring to me, and to me yeah a five year old girl is cute, but not me.

"Then in the salon you seemed more confident and I actually liked how sexy and independent you were, but you refuted it again in the dinner where I really didn't liked how you acted. I almost started to think that you are just a arrogant girl who only plays hard to get."

"Oh my God “ I cut in, while I shook my head. " Why would I when the.."

"Wait, let me finish " he put his hands on mine. His touch was like a lightning strike, that fired up my whole body even more. I was already a bit tense because I didn't liked the things, that he said about me." But you refute this picture again right now because you act like a completely different person. Again " he said while he looked back to my eye and he left my hand with a slight smile.

"So right now, you have no clue who I am " I grinned. I liked that I was a mystery to him, that he tries to solve in his head, but he can't. And I really liked the fact, that he thought about me in the last days.

" Yeah, you are a mystery to me."

" I just thought about that " I said with a huge smile on my face. I already knew that yeah I am quite open with people and I like to get to know new people but I need time, to actually trust in them enough to give myself fully so they can know who I really am.

" I wanna solve this mystery though."

" Good luck" I responded sharply, and when he glanced at me he ony got a smile. " And how do you wanna do it?"

" I have my own ways" he smirked and looked deeply into my eyes. This is probably makes his way more to my panties then to my head, mut okay. " What's your biggest dream?" he asked and looked back to the sky.

" Hmm..I don't know" I said. " I feel like I live in a dream right now. Since I come here my whole life just changed, in a positive way and right now I don't wanna think about the future, just enjoy every second."

"Why did you come here?"

" I was so unhappy. I had no friends, I've never been in a relationship and I had no plans eather. I just lived in my imaginary world which was comfortable but I felt like my life just pas next me, and I didn't enjoy a moment from it."

" You’ve never been in a relationship?" he asked with a surprised face.

" No " I shook my head.

"This means that you are a.. " for a moment he paused and I saw that he got embarrassed, and it made me smile even more. He was just cute.

"Yes. Wow seriously you don’t know shit about me yet, but you already know that I am a virgin. Amazing " I said while I tried to cover my laughing face, which made him giggle softly.

"But how? Like are boys in Hungary blind or something?"

"I don't know, I just didn't found the right guy jet " I said with a small sigh. Then I basically told him the same, that I told Corinna a few weeks ago, that I just wanna find someone who I can trust enough to do it. Or just find someone who can make me lose my mind for him.

" What was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you? " switched suddenly topic Grayson. I started to feel like I am with a psychiatrist who just randomly asks me questions about myself, but at the same time I really thought that he was really nice how he tried to get to know me and ask about me.

" Once I fell into the pool in a public place " I said with a serious face, that made him immediately laugh. " I thought on the side it isn't gonna be that deep, but it was. I tried to do my hair into a bun for like half and hour, so it isn't gonna get wet but as soon as I wanted to step into the pool I just disappeard completely in the water. Even the 70 years old lady next to me tried to cover her laugh " I laughed. " After that my parents were able to laugh anywhere when they thought back to this " I finished my crazy story and in the end he just laughed even more. The whole rooftop was loud from our laugh. " It's your turn. Emberassing story? Virginity?"

"I need to go" he joked around, but when he saw my strong gaze he layed back next to me and he started to tell his stories. Of course his most embarrassing moment was with Ethan and he lost his virginity when he was 16 with his girlfriend back then. It was just so easy to talk with him, and open up to him. I slowly started to understand what he meant when he said he has his own ways. I just felt like I could talk with him about anything, he is gonna understand it or he is gonna laugh about it with me. " We hated high school, after a year or so we become private students with E " he started another story about their high school life. “And? What's up with your high school years?"

"Uh, in the first year it was chill but then I had a best friend. I was 16 when I went to a club for the first time and from that moment we basically spent almost every saturday night there, but I loved those years so much " I smiled, while I thought back. " We just doesn't give a shit about anything. We felt like we were free and young and was in love all the damn time, what was not even real love of course and we just really tried to enjoy every second from our teen years " I laughed. " After I turned 20 I didn't really went to parties anymore because I felt like they can't show me new things."

" Wow, you were such a baddie" he grinned. " What did your parents said?"

"Nothing, they trusted in me. If I got drunk I told them, and they knew that I am gonna learn from it. They knew everything about me, even if I just danced with a boy or something I always told my mom the next day. So yeah, I was a baddie but with a brain. And I still am " I added and I bet my lip to cover my confident smile.

We spent hours on the rooftop while we just told each other the most random stories of ourself. Somehow I still just wanted to know more and more. Yes I know, that they basically started to vlog when they were five with Ethan on the family camera and how embarrassing he was with the girls when they were teenagers, but I still just wanted to listen to his stories more and more. Not even fit into my head how could I just spoke with him so easily, when a few days ago I just swallowed dumplings because I was that nervous next to him. Maybe I was just really drunk and that's why I thought that he is so attractive? Probably not, simply he just behaved more mature and manly there, but now he was just so cute and open. I hated him for knowing how to be both.

"It's one am?" I asked when I saw the clock when he looked at his phone for the first time the night.

" Next time we continue, okay?" he asked while he stood up and offered his hand to me.

" I am in " I smiled and accepted his hand to help me stand up from the ground.

When we got to my apartment's floor Grayson got out with me from the elevator and we stopped to face each other. I just wanted to open my mouth to say something, when Grayson lifted his hand and pulled back my bra's strap, that slipped down on my shoulder. For a second my whole body tightened. His touch was so soft on my skin and the fact that I saw how his eyes followed his hand's moves and then his gaze moved down to my boob from my shoulder is just made me even more tense.

"Can I get a hug now, or I still don't deserve it? " I asked with a little sarcasm in my voice.

" I know you cried yourself to sleep yesterday because of it" he grinned while he put his hands on my shoulder to draw me closer to a hug.

" Of course I did " I mumbled to his chest. I thought it's gonna be a quick hug, but when his hands tightened around me when I wanted to move away, I smiled slightly and caressed his back for a few seconds. " Good night " I said when I went to my door and I really needed to bit my lip to hide that cheesy smile, that wanted to spread on my face. I didn't even looked back, when I heard him saying good night to me. I just opened my door, took a big sigh and leaned against it when I closed it behind me. It's just kills me, how in one second I laugh with him, but than in the other second I forgot to breath because of him.

- stagazing √

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