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finelinevogue · 3 years

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you come home drunk and both your siblings Harry and Gemma are home watching a movie

Ur mom Anne is asleep and you snuckrf out to a party and got drunk maybe, and you come and when Harry is like “YN? What r u doing?” And the first thing u say is “I’m not drunk” and just start rambling stuff

sibling!harry isn’t talked about often enough so here we go;

(this turned sad pretty quickly fyi….)

You were flat out drunk.

Pissed. Wankered. Plastered. Hammered. The whole combination of all of them together.

If someone were to ask you to spell your name you would reply with a bunch of letters that didn’t even exist in yours and you knew this because it had just happened.

“You’re so drunk.” Your best friend Hannah giggled, but their was a tone of concern behind her voice. She knew that you were a lightweight, but didn’t keep tabs on you the whole night to keep track of how many drinks you’d had. Turns out, too late, too many.

“No, i’m Y/N dummy!” Your words slurred as you stumbled over on the grass outside of the party you’d just been at.

It had been your good friends Will’s birthday party and it was all very exciting because it was the first big house party for people your age - in your school. Will’s house was massive, too, and it was the talk of the town. Unfortunately your stupid, annoying, over-protective older brother had told you no when you’d asked him if you could go. You’d gone to your mum first, the lovely Anne, and she’d said maybe, but once Harry had twisted his way into her head to describe everything the party wouldn’t be she’d said no.

Luckily for you, your bedroom window was right next to a huge tree - one that you could easily climb onto, up and down. So that’s what you’d done.

As soon as you’d arrived at Will’s you had a drink in your hand. Then another, and another and so on until the point you were at now - wasted. You had originally drunk so much out of spite of Harry, but you ended up trying to the point where you honestly didn’t even notice you were drinking alcohol.

“Y/N get up, c’mon. I need to get you home.” Hannah sighed, looking around to see if anyone was around to help.

“Noooo! Harry will be there and he’ll shout at me.”

“Why? Harry’s nothing but lovely.” Hannah had a not-so-secret secret crush on your brother - as did the whole of your town. And the country. And the world. It was hard living in the shadow of Harry Styles, but you did love him just not when he sucked the fun from the universe.

“That’s what everyone thinks.” You rolled your eyes and kept them shut, just wanting to go to sleep now and the grass seemed comfortable enough.

“You should be so lucky Y/N.” Hannah argued back.

“Sure doesn’t feel like it sometimes.”

“You’re so ungrateful, do you know that?” Hannah scoffed, clearly pissed off with your whining antics, “You know what? You can walk yourself home.”

And with that you were left to the front grass, confused as to what you’d done wrong to make her so pissed off so quickly. You thought you were just sharing feelings and having a heart-to-heart, but clearly Hannah found offence to your words. No doubt she was pissed off at you for being a bitch about Harry, but that’s just the way it was. He was your brother. Your famous older brother who adorned the hearts of billions. Sometimes that’s all you ever feel like - ‘the sister of Harry Styles’ - to the point where you just wanted freedom and release. Sure, this was not the healthiest way for release but it did make you forget who you were just for the day. You often felt misunderstood and it was times like this when you could feel a little better.

“Fuck.” You sighed, knowing you’d just pissed off someone else in your life. Now, you’d have to get yourself home and confront your even more pissed off brother, sister and potentially mother. That’s if they were even up. Or if they cared enough.

You’d always felt left behind.

It was no doubt unintentional, but you felt like you were the least cared about in the family. Harry was the golden angel and could do no wrong and Gemma was just a responsible queen, according to mum. You, well… You were the “irresponsible and reckless” one of the bunch according to most media outlets and even your family. Maybe it was true? You never saw yourself as those things, but you could see how the sneaking out and drinking - and at a young age - could be seen as.

You picked yourself up off the floor, stumbling as your head started spinning fast. You felt sick, tired and cold and you hadn’t noticed your nose runny and eyes teary until now. You tugged the sleeves of your long t-shirt down, silently wishing you’d brought a jacket, and pulled your phone out of your pocket.

No charge. Great.

The walk home didn’t take too long, but completely wasted did not make it easy. You bumped into people and got cat-called by hideous and vile men. You felt unsafe, but you kept yourself together and attempted to get home as quickly as possible.

“Fucking pull yourself together.” You talked to yourself as you stood at the bottom of the tree, climbing it the best you could with a cloudy mind. The branches scratched your arms and your legs felt so fatigued, but you were honestly too exhausted to care anymore.

As you clambered through your window the last thing you expected was to see Harry laying on your bed.

“What the fuck!” You screamed from shock at him being there, stumbling over your own legs and falling onto the floor. Harry sat up immediately.

“What do you mean what the fuck? Y/N? What the fuck?” He threw the question back in your face, throwing his arms up in despair.

“Oh please, save your judgement Harry. I don’t need it today.” You gathered yourself from the floor and walked into your en suite bathroom, after switching on the light.

“Where were you huh?” He didn’t cut his questions.

“Out.” You mumbled, throwing cold water over your red and puffy face. Your hands were freezing and your head pounding, so the last thing you needed was Harry yelling at you at how much of a disappointment you were.

“Are you drunk?” He walked into the bathroom, clearly not understanding the meaning of personal space. “Are yo- are you crying?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Tears started welling up in your eyes again.

“What doesn’t matter? Being drunk, you crying, getting home late, sneaking out?”

“None of it!” You snapped, looking at him with so much sadness. “None of it matters. I- I don’t matter.” You sank down on the cold tiled floor, resting your back against the wall opposite the bath. The tears fell and stung you eyes. You embraced your legs with your arms after pulling your knees up to your chest.

Your whole body language screamed to Harry that you were not okay and he was upset for you.

“Y/N..” Your name came out soft and fragile from Harry’s mouth.

“I’m fine.”

“No you’re not.” Harry sunk down against the wall next to you, not touching you but close enough for you to know he was there for you. He let you cry until you decided you were alone enough to let him comfort you. You brought your head up and let it rest on Harry’s shoulder, to which he responded by putting his head on top of yours.

“I’m just really tired Harry.” You whimpered, using your long sleeve to wipe your nose dry.

“Of what Y/N/N?”

“Being a nobody.”

“You’re not a nobo—”

“Harry I am—”

“No you’re not.” Harry ended the argument quickly, before continuing. “You’re not a nobody Y/N. You’re my sister and bestest friend in the whole world. I care and worry for you more than anyone. I love you more than anyone, just don’t tell Gem or mum that! I’ve never thought of you as anything but my favourite person and someone I can rely on for my happiness, and I apologise if i’ve taken that for granted recently.”

“It’s okay, thank you.”

“You’re my most important person and i’m sorry you’ve been feeling this way, but trust me, Y/N, when I say that drinking away your problems, and even rebelling, is not the way to make things better. It always makes it worse.” Harry spoke from personal experience.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I am too.” Harry sighed, kissing the side of your head. “Just worry about you too much to see that sometimes i’m holding you back.”

“I like that you worry about me, it makes me feel important.”

“That’s because you are. Most important person in my life.”

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bookishofalder · 3 years

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hi! i just recently found ur account and love it💞💞 can i request adam driver x reader and they are dating. reader is a bit younger and he gets jealous over one of her guy friends bc he thinks she deserves someone younger than him. & it ends super fluffy :)

@avengxrs423

Yay, my first request! Thank you so much for the kind words. This was fun to write, I hope you enjoy!

Doubts

Pairing- Adam Driver X FemReader

Summary: Adam has always been aware of the age gap he has with his fiance. He tries to move past it, but a chance meeting with your famous old friend brings the worry crashing back.

Warnings: Language, insecurity, mild smut, paparazzi. WC-2,700

“Mr. Driver, over here! Miss (Y/L/N), this way!” Adam followed you out of the car, thanking the driver, his eyes on you as the crowd of reporters and paparazzi lined either side of the walkway into the restaurant. It was always these sorts of outings, where the press knew he’d be in attendance to a new hot spot, that made him nervous. Wary of how easily you could be accosted, even injured. He was nothing if not protective of you.

Standing closely next to you, Adam places his hand on your lower back, joining you in smiling around for the cameras as you slowly moved forward. His security team had the doors open ahead of you, mere steps away.

“Have you set a date for the wedding yet?”

“Let’s see the ring again, Miss. (Y/L/N)!”

“Mr. Driver, what do you have to say to fans who find the age gap between you to be too much?”

Adam worked actively not to react to the last question, his body tensing. When he looked down at you, he found you were already watching him, the glamorous smile still dazzling everyone, but he read the caution in your eyes. When you were both through the doors and they shut behind you, he began to breathe a little more freely, casting the reporter's rude question out of his mind.

He was taking you on a date and wanted to make sure the evening was special. His publicist had set it up, as this new restaurant was the current ‘place to be and be seen’ in New York City. While Adam could care less, he knew fans everywhere were chomping at the bit to see more of him and you together, in New York especially.

The makeup artist who won the movie star’s heart. It was a major headline when you first started dating publicly, which made you both laugh as Adam had to work to convince you he was interested, in the beginning. Newly engaged now, Adam could see the romance of it, could understand why fans enjoyed the story. But he hated, absolutely despised, how every damn article made sure to mention, directly or not, the age gap between the two of you.

He had had no intention of falling in love with anyone he worked with, he hadn’t been actively seeking-but you had shown up one day one and after one brief conversation, he was smitten. His feelings only grew over the two years you worked together, but he had hesitated greatly in acting on them, solely because you were 10 years younger than him.

When you finally got together, he felt like the luckiest man, that you would love him back, age be damned. You were cautious at first, eventually believing he genuinely wanted to be with you, not just have a fling. He had waited four months into the relationship to make it public (which was no easy feat, but you were supportive through all of it), and of course, the articles started on pointing it out straight away, some going as far as to point out where you were when he was enlisted in the Marines, or graduating Juilliard.

You told him it didn’t matter, repeatedly. And never got mad at him for fixating when a particularly brutal article was released. He had felt guilty many times that you had to comfort and reassure him so consistently, yet it made him love you even harder. And life went on, happily, your relationship solid.

When news broke that he had proposed, the articles started up with renewed fervour. He had been trying to hide from you just how much this upset him, how the doubt was creeping back into his mind...

Tonight was meant to be a sophisticated, romantic evening that served the double purpose of getting Adam press coverage before heading back to L.A. As you were shown to your table by the excited owner, Adam watched you chatting away with her, complimenting their design and success. You wore a beautiful hunter green dress made of satin, it fell to just above your knees and complimented your glowing skin perfectly. He was enraptured by you, whether your wore sweatpants, a dress-and especially when you wore nothing. Green was his favourite colour on you.

At the table reserved for the two of you, Adam helped you take your seat, his hand brushing gently against your hair, before taking his own. Annie and the waiter who had appeared handed you the course descriptions, before asking if you had any dietary needs. “Thank you so much, Annie-honestly just tell the chef we’re game for anything!” You said, grinning. Annie winked before setting off to the kitchen.

Adam nodded politely at the waiter, who took their drink orders, before sweeping away, finally giving him time to study you. “How do you like it?” He gestured around them, at the dark lit, moody and stylish venue. It was busy, filled mainly with notable celebrities, though he hadn’t seen anyone he’d met before. He hoped you liked it, not being one for going out to fancy dinners-you were a homebody, preferring to curl up with a good book.

“Adam, this is great! We haven’t been to a dinner like this in forever, and did you hear what Annie said?” You gushed, beaming, and Adam felt his worries washing away, “13 courses! 13! You’re going to have to carry me out of here, babe.”

“I’m fine with that,” He replied, enjoying the flush that spread across your cheeks. “But let’s be honest, you’re going to end up giving me half your food, pretty girl, you always do.”

You pouted, “I’m making a renewed effort tonight, just wait.”

Adam laughed, and the two of you settled in, the conversation flowing as you discussed the upcoming film Adam was starring in, of which you were working as his artist. The food was, as expected, incredible. Adam loved how you took a photo of each plate, even though neither of you had social media accounts. You still took photos of all the food you ate, just for the fun of it, or as you told him ‘simply to document our adventures!’.

It was around the ninth course that the evening took a turn.

A commotion at the doors captured the attention of some of the patrons. Adam glanced up, but from where your table was, he couldn’t see much. The paparazzi outside were shouting too loudly to decipher what they were saying, so it wasn’t until Adam saw your friend walk in, his brother and friend in tow, that he knew his mood was about to shift.

Tom Holland was one of the first celebrities you had worked with when you started working in L.A. And he’d always kept in touch, even when his own fame skyrocketed and before you were public with Adam. And actually, Adam did like the kid-he was beyond well mannered and genuine, and from the stories you had told, a very considerate friend. Tom’s glowing recommendation of your work was part of the reason Disney had hired you on for the Star Wars films, which was how Adam had met you.

Really, Adam had no reason not to love Tom Holland and be happy to see him arrive with his brother Harry and friend Harrison. It was just the minor, ridiculous concern Adam had that, being close in age, you and Tom were more much suited for one another. A concern that had poisoned his mind for your entire relationship.

Seeing his eyes over your shoulder, you turned to look where Adam had been and exclaimed in delight when you saw your friend. Adam quickly arranged his features to match yours, nerves shooting through him. Tom spotted you when you stood, in all your dazzling beauty, and grinned before making a beeline towards your table. The owner, Annie, had been leading the men to a nearby table and stood back politely while you all greeted one another.

“(Y/N), love! How are you?” Tom gave you a hug, “And Adam, good to see you mate!” Adam took his offered hand, giving a quick handshake. (Y/N) hugged the other two, chatting amicably.

“Good to see you, Tom-hi Harry, Harrison,” Adam greeted the other two before placing his hand on your lower back. Inwardly, he felt more stable in doing this, but he worried it would look possessive. If you thought so, you made no objection, stepping a little closer to his side while you beamed at your friends.

“I didn’t realize you’d be in New York this week, Tom!” You said, smacking his arm playfully.

Tom held his hands up as if in surrender, “It was completely last minute, just stopping off for two days before we head to L.A.” He glanced between the two of you, “I nearly forgot-congratulations again on the engagement! This is the first time I’ve seen you both in person since!”

Adam smiled, “We really appreciated the gift you sent, Tom-that was too kind.” And it had been quite the gift, in addition to a beautiful and extravagant flower arrangement, Tom had made a personal donation to Adam’s charity, Arts in the Armed Forces, and shared the charity on his social media. They’d had an influx of new donations from his fans and followers.

“Arts in the Armed Forces is incredibly important to Adam and me, Tom-you really knocked that gift out of the park.” (Y/N) agreed, her arm snaking around Adam’s waist with affection.

Tom waved off their thanks good-naturedly, “Well, we’re going to leave you to what looks very delicious-Annie, I’ll have what Adam and (Y/N) are having!” Tom grinned briefly at the owner, “And we’re still on for lunch when you both come to L.A. Next week, yeah?”

After assuring Tom they’d see him soon and bidding their farewells, Adam and you sat back down, diving back into your food. You chatted happily about bumping into Tom, which quickly transitioned into excitement for returning to L.A., as the cold of January in New York City was getting a little old for you both. You loved it here, were all too happy to call it home when your relationship escalated and Adam asked you to live with him. And though you both spent a lot of time away from your New York brownstone, it was always going to be home.

Adam worked to enjoy the rest of the evening, but he’d rather lost his appetite, the food tasteless on his tongue. Because seeing Tom had brought the wave of insecurity crashing back down on Adam, that you were too good for him, too young, that you deserved someone better, to be with someone who smiled more easily and with whom you shared more in common with. He knew you loved him, but his brain kept asking-did you realize what you could have if you broke up?

When you climbed into the car after dinner, having said warm goodbyes to Tom and his party and touring the kitchen with Annie to thank the chef and his team, Adam’s smile dropped. He sat back in his seat, confirming with the driver that he could take them home, before dropping his head against the headrest and closing the divider between the front and back seats.

“Adam?” Your voice cut through the silence after only a few moments, concern evident in your tone.

Adam glanced down at you next to him, softening when he looked into your wide eyes, “Sorry, sweetheart, what’s up?”

You frowned, turning in your seat to face him more directly, “I want you to tell me what’s up, you’ve been in a funny mood half the night-you okay?”

“I’m alright, just tired-that was a lot of food over a long time.” He shrugged, looking away. For a moment, he thought you were going to leave it at that, but he should have known better; one of the reasons he adored you was your commitment to being the most stubborn person in the room. In an instant, you undid your seatbelt and slid from your seat, carefully climbing over him so that you could straddle his lap, all of his attention now on you.

Adam’s hands went to your hips instinctively to hold you steady, as you glared at him, “Babe, I know you’re not saying it, and I don’t want you to feel forced here, but I thought we’d talked about this.” The car hit a minor bump and you sank into his lap, nearly bumping heads, from the force.

He gripped your hips tighter, “We did, I just...I can’t help it, I feel like-like I’m holding you back.” He murmured with his eyes on your stomach, shame flooding through him.

You sighed, not without affection, “Holding me back from what, exactly? You are my everything, Adam, and without you...I can’t even begin to imagine my life without you.”

You slid your hands from his chest to his neck, where they rested gently, thumbs brushing across the lower half of his jaw. Adam closed his eyes briefly, “But if you did imagine it, properly, you might see that someone like Tom-I mean, he’s your age, goes to more parties and events, you’d have more fun-“

Your mouth was on his, cutting off Adam’s words, his mind going blank. The feel of you against him, your lips on his, was more than enough to render him speechless. After a moment, you pulled back, your cheeks flushed and expression serious, “I understand that sometimes, we notice the age gap a little more because the press thinks it’s interesting, but Adam, I need you to understand. I need you to see just how much I do not care about any of that, what they say or think or even about the actual difference in our ages! I never think about it, because it has no effect whatsoever on how fucking madly in love with you I am.” (Y/N) cupped his face in her hands, holding his gaze.

“I-I love you too, so much, pretty girl,” He sighed, his emotions raw, “I just want the best for you, always.”

“You are the best for me, which is why I said yes to marrying you when you got down on one knee, in our apartment, wearing nothing but those ridiculous shorts. It’s why I’d say yes, again and again, Adam. Do you think I like going to parties? That I don’t have fun with you?” Your voice raised slightly in exasperation, while Adam stared at you in wonder; you’d never been so passionate about this before-despite having had the conversation many times, “I have an adventure every single day with you, I love everything about our lives together, and honestly, babe...” Your voice lowered considerably, a soft breathy croon now, “I can’t picture a guy like Tom treating me how you do, knowing exactly what I need from a man, always taking such good care of me.”

She punctuated these words by grinding against him, her eyes darkening in arousal. Adam groaned at the sensation, “Pretty girl, you’re too good for me.”

(Y/N) smiled at Adam, “No, I’m just right for you and you’re just right for me.”

“Damn it, I love you!” He gasped, before sliding one hand from your hip to the back of your neck and pulling you close, his lips on yours before you could reply. You let out a small whimper, melting into him. Your arms circled around his neck, and Adam could feel the intent in your body, the overwhelming need to send him the message that he was yours, and you-you were his.

“I love you, Adam, forever.” You sighed against his lips, deepening the kiss further.

All thoughts that weren’t of (Y/N) kissing him in the back of their town car, soared from Adam’s mind. His new focus on getting you home, so that he could show you just how much he appreciated your patience and understanding. And as you shivered from his touch, his name on your lips, you successfully and unknowingly convinced Adam his doubts were unwarranted, that you loved him endlessly, as he loved you.

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imaginethathaikyuu · 3 years

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How did I find your blog? I was looking for soft Kuroo content on google. And your soft birthday hc’s for him came up. And that’s also how I found tumblr

What was the first story of yours that I read? That Kuroo piece ^

Roughly, how long have I been following this blog? Well I found that piece shortly after it was posted so…. Around the beginning of December 2019 I think. Got a tumblr a few months later and you were the first person I followed (had you in my bookmarks bar before that! (still have you in my bookmarks bar and when I share my screen in classes there are occasionally questions. I ignore them))

What’s something I’ve noticed about you personality wise? You’re really clever and funny. But you’re also sweet. But because you’re clever you have no hesitation in setting up and enforcing your boundaries, and I really admire that strength and confidence.

Have we ever interacted, either by PM, ask, or in the comments? What was my perception of you? YES!!! PM, SOOOOO many asks, comments, and you sent me an ask. And reblogged it. And I cried. A lot. My perception: you’re lovely and I want to h*ld your h*nd ….please.

What’s my favorite story of yours? Oh how to choose. Firstly, I’m a nb, biracial, bisexual. Honey, I’ve never made a choice in my life. But let’s try here. Anything you’ve written for Tsukki. Literally all of it is gold. Fight me. I was going to write “especially [piece title]” but I LITERALLY CANNOT CHOOSE ONE. Your Bokuto nightmare piece. Your Kuroo angsty fight. Your Tendou dealing with S/O with parents who yell piece. Your Kinktobers. Your Futakuchi and Mattsun pieces. And your Terushima pieces. Ugh. I CANNOT CHOOSE. OH AND YOUR STREAMER KENMA!!!!!! OKay just… all of it. I can’t choose. I tried, and I failed, and I’m willing to admit failure.

What’s a story I’d love to see you write? I don’t want to say this… because it hurts me… but I just KNOW you’d write brilliant angst. Some of my fav pieces of yours are pained beginnings with happy endings. That fight with Tsukki after a bad day at work. The pieces I mentioned above (nightmare pieces and fighting pieces and angsty home life ha.. ha.ha.ha.). That Oikawa one where the reader wakes up in bed without him and thinks he left. You write these gorgeous atmospheres and descriptive, visceral feelings, and if you chose to use it for evil…. You could get evil shit done. You’re SO powerful. So I want to read it… but also…. I don’t. I’d love to see you write ABO like you mentioned a while back or just see you explore a cutesy soulmate AU or something. I think you’d be really good at writing an AU where you hear what the other person’s listening too. I feel like you’d be so good at making me feel something for someone who was in another city. (think this would be cute with Tsukki cos he’s headphones boy, OR terushima because I like the dynamic of someone flirty, who clearly cares about looks, falling for someone he can’t see) ANYWAY….

Favorite pairing you write for?/fav reader insert? Tsukishima x reader. It’s my fav self-ship. (but also Mattsun, Bokuto, Oikawa, Tanaka, and Akaashi because you write them SO WELL!!!!)

Have any of your stories helped me through a hard time? Of course. Your self-harm piece came at a time I needed it. Iwaizumi’s in particular saved my life. But also your Tendou dealing with S/O parents who fight… came right when I needed it. Also starting college… was hard.. And reading and rereading your fluff really pulled me through it.

Have any of your stories hit closer to home? YES (see above).

Do I genuinely like your blog, it’s aesthetic or posts? It’s overall feel? It’s content? Yes. The aesthetic is, ngl, a wee bit basic. But I kinda love that. And the feel? It feels like home. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Your blog is my safe space. So, yes, I love. It’s content? YES. OF COURSE. Your personality probably could have kept me here even if your content was kinda shit, but I follow you RELIGIOUSLY because of your content. So yes. I adore.

Is English my first language? Kinda??? I grew up in a trilingual household so I kinda learned three languages at the same time while growing up. But no, I don’t need to translate it in my head. Because English was one of the three.

Anything I want to share? Yes. Please keep being kind to yourself, caring for your mental health, enforcing your boundaries, loving Akaashi, and just generally being you. You’re so lovely as you are, and I hope you continue grow, but never change. Also I’m sorry about all your work stuff…. It literally makes me feel sick. And I hope you find a job where that’s not tolerated, or that your work finds a better way of protecting it’s employees. I know you know this, but none of it is your fault. I just hope things improve. AND I love you… a lot. And I’m so proud of you hitting 9K and you deserve so many more followers because your pieces are just... GORGEOUS. I can’t wait until I’m at Barnes and Noble in a few years and I can pick up a hardback copy of your debut novel. I’m so excited to say “I knew Em Akaashi (which is your legal name as far as I’m concerned) before she was so popular among the masses.”

so ive been trying to figure out the correct and worthy way to reply to this ask since the moment i got it......because its so fucking sweet and kind and amazing and pure and perfect and i just dont know how to use WORDS to explain the way it makes me feel so.......i will just reply in bullet points in regards to every question u answered to make it a lil easier :D

- the fact that u found my blog on google ....... like this may be odd and a very specific thing but before i made this blog i always hoped that 1 day my fanfic would pop up in google searches bc thats ALWAYS how i found fics when i was reading them religiously and i felt so much ENVY!!!!! LIKE I WANTED TO BE THERE I WANTED MY FICS TO B POPULAR ENOUGH TO POP UP ON GOOGLE.....that may sound very selfish but its true......so thats just very cool to me... :]

- u’ve been here for so long omg 🥺🥺🥺🥺 if anyone in ur classes ever asks jus promo my blog like its nbd

- thats so sweet what 🥺🥺🥺 i try my best to advocate for myself and be confident for myself.....ive spent far too much of my time being silently uncomfortable because i was afraid of pushing someone’s buttons seeming rude.....but NO MORE!!!! i know what upsets me, i know my triggers, i know what i dislike experiencing, and im never gonna let myself be anxious or uncomfortable for someone else’s sake, esp if theyre being rude 2 me. i would say its less strength and confidence and moreso me attempting to take control of my anxiety in the places i can (aka on the Internet) bc i am SICK OF ANXIETY ATTACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- BBY no dont CRY!!!! im racking my brain trying to think of who u are i wanna know so bad so i can thank u personally for being the kindest person in the world n so i can send u more asks >:(........MY HAND IS URS TO HOLD!!!!! dont tell akaashi tho

- OMG my TSUKKI pieces.....hes so hard to write why ;-; thank u so much im so glad u enjoy my works<3333

- NOT ANGST NOT LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!! pained beginnings to happy endings are my specialty.....IMAGINE me writing a sad ending like i CANT!!!!!!!!! ive only done it a few times and it is so Difficult.....YALL ARE SO LUCKY IM NOT EVIL!!!!!! ive had this idea for an angsty akaashi fic that i think about and write in my head every night before falling asleep and it Hurts and i wanna write it but i also can’t make myself :D ABO would be very fun but i genuinely do not know how to explore the concept while making it feel like it’s Written By Me.....u know what i mean? same with soulmate aus, i really dislike writing them because theyre just boring to me like they all feel the same everything’s been done for them.....which is FINE!!! but i write enough cliche stuff as it is HAHA, a long distance type soulmate au could be fun and interesting but ldr’s trigger me bc of a past relationship so </3 but hey maybe someone else could use the idea!!!!!

- gotta love tsukishima <3

- im rlly glad my writing could be there for you friend, one of the biggest reasons i write fanfic (and write the kind of fics i write) is bc i know firsthand how much reading sweet stories abt ur comfort characters can help u through the shittiest times - i just wanna offer ppl some support and happy feelings and love cuz sometimes fanfic is the only time we can find those things (and theres nothing shameful abt that either if anyone bullies u for reading fanfic i will fight them)

- I KNOW MY LAYOUT IS LAZY AND BASIC AS FUCK AND THAT IS BECAUSE I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT LMAOOOO so im glad u think its ok...... like i dont have the patience to create a fancy ass layout that actually works are u KIDDING ME??????? I COULD LITERALLY NEVER plus i kinda like that its just the basic kinda ugly boring default layout like it makes it simple and easy and i feel like it brings focus to the only thing on this blog that i care about which is my writing, i rlly only care about the content here and not aesthetics jdbljdabsdk that blue background will be there til i Die......i adore u more btw

- WHOA trilingual what the hell ur so cool tell me more

- you have my word, friend, that i will continue to do all of that so long as you do the same. take care of yourself, be kind to yourself - i know u can do it, ur so kind to others and u deserve to be kind to urself, too so this is the part that genuinely brought me to tears because *sappy dumb shit ahead* ok look ever since i can remember the one and only thing ive wanted to do with my life is become an author ...... dreams of book covers with my name written on them and words in pages written by me and fanart of my characters and going into my local bookstore n seeing my book there....these thoughts all haunt my fucking brain because i want it SO BAD!!!!!!!! so bad that it makes me CRY!!!!!!!! ive never wanted something more and just!!!!!!!!!!!! idk how much u meant that part but holy fuck!!!!!! i hope so bad that one day i can send u a free copy of my book as a thank u for being the person u are. u have all my love friend, every last bit of it <333333333

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syms-things-5 · 3 years

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Clear The Area - Chapter Sixteen

Previous Chapter Here

Warnings: Language, scenes that are NSFW, angst, slightly annoying people

Tags: @kelbabyblue @jennmurawski13

Notes: I am so sorry for being rubbish in posting this. I started writing it weeks ago and then work took over my life. Thanks for sticking with me and I hope this was worth the wait (somewhat).

Chapter Sixteen

“So, what do you want to do now?” Audrey asked, hands firmly planted on the Diner table in front of her. She had the same careful posture and look on her face as when she had to relay bad news to a family. It certainly wasn’t providing much comfort now.

She tilted her head to one side and offered a soft smile to try and assuage Sarah’s anxiety but it was no use. This kind of information wasn’t deserving of a casual reaction. She’d pretty much dropped a bomb on her friend and she was expected to deal with the fall out. To Audrey’s credit, though, she appeared to be taking it in her stride which was a bit surprising to say the least.

“Honestly? I have no idea.” Sarah shook her head despondently before her forehead connected with the table.

Three Days Earlier…

The convenient thing about being a nurse and working long and tiring hours, Sarah found, was that you almost always had the perfect excuse for getting out of plans. Or not replying to messages you were deliberately avoiding. “Sorry I didn’t reply earlier, I lost track of time” quickly becomes an acceptable code for “Sorry I didn’t reply earlier, I didn’t have a clue what to say.”

No one would ever dare call you out on it.

It had been almost a week since Sarah had arrived home and the questions from her family had yet to subside. For someone quiet and relatively lacking in a desire for attention, people sure did have a vested interest in her whereabouts. They wanted to know about the exam and when she was likely to hear the outcome. They wanted to know what would happen next and whether she could appeal it if she didn’t like the results. They wanted to know whether she would try again or if she was just happy doing what she was doing now, and please can you call your grandmother because she wants to hear about it, too.

She was exhausted.

But dealing with those messages was an absolute dream compared to messages Chris was sending her. She could copy and paste generic responses to all of the above but with Chris? That was going to take some more thought.

Chris: You’re so pretty. I miss your face so much x

Chris: …..And so many other things x

Chris: It’s not the same waking up without you x Chris: Do you remember me waking you up last week………?

Chris: Did you pick up my sunglasses?? I cant find them anywhere……..

Chris: Just found them! Duh!

Chris: Have you seen the Last Week Tonight? I think you’d love this one……. X

Chris: I’m thinking of getting a dog x

Chris: Can you just tell me ur OK so I can stop worrying?

After coming home late one evening following a long shift, she found herself face-to-face with the most beautiful array of flowers she had ever seen. Sunflowers, glorious white roses, gerberas, tulips, peonies… Truly, indescribably beautiful.

“Someone sure is popular.” Shanna called from where she was sat at the dining table. “They got delivered earlier today. I don’t mean to be a bad feminist but you should probably think about putting out for Greg ‘cos if you don’t, you can let him know that I am definitely up for it.”

Sarah side-eyed her friend and tried to locate the card in amongst the substantial spray. “I can’t remember the last time someone bought me flowers that wasn’t my Dad.” Shanna barked out a laugh as Sarah pulled the card out, recognising the handwriting instantly.

I really miss you x

Now she felt bad for her lazy response to him earlier that afternoon. The second-hand embarrassment was creeping up on her after she tried to casually allay his concerns with an “All good!! x” and regretted the double exclamation marks. That was bound to give the game away.

She regarded the flowers standing proudly on ceremony and waiting for her to smile at them in utter joy so they knew they had done their job. They deserved that at least, but all she could manage was a sigh and a somewhat reluctant smile at their glowing beauty.

“I mean there’s certainly no denying he likes you a lot.” Shanna crept up behind her and narrowly missed Sarah scrunching up the card in her hands. “You don’t buy flowers like this without making your intentions clear.”

“Who says he has intentions?” Sarah playfully jostled with Shanna. “This isn’t Downton Abbey.”

“Oh, come on!” Shanna regaled in disbelief, running her fingers over the large, open sunflowers. “You can’t fool me, Bernette. These are statement flowers if ever I saw them. He wants you baaaad.”

She walked back into the kitchen and Sarah could hear her locate and clang the only two vases they owned in the apartment. Neither of them had much need for vases and even if they did, one thing that made them good flatmates was their mutual distaste for needless crockery lying around the place. Neither appreciated dusting as a chore; it was much easier this way.

“Fuck. I’ll have to ask Mom to bring one over.” Shanna said. “We’re gonna need more to cope with that.”

As expected, Chris was pretty proud of himself. She couldn’t deny him that as he saw the flowers blossom in and around her apartment. He had popped by under the premise of annoying his sister for the evening but flirtatious glances across the lounge gave away his true intentions.

“You should be flattered, I don’t normally do flowers.” He joked when he sidled up next to her in the kitchen, tossing an apple back and forth between his hands.

“You don’t “normally” do anything.”

“Not true. I once sent a girl a peace lily that came in that nice, tall glass vase. That big blue thing.”

“Wasn’t that just to replace the one you smashed at her mom’s place when you were trying to sneak out?”

Chris froze on the spot, staring at her. “I actually can’t remember now, was it? Scott ordered it for me.”

Sarah rolled her eyes before continuing to tidy around him, Chris evidently deciding not to make her job any easier by moving out of her way. It was the equivalent of him lazily lifting his feet off the floor while she tried to vacuum underneath.

“Seriously, though, did you like them?”

“They’re lovely, thank you." Sarah moved to the other side of the kitchen as she continued to dry and place back some wine glasses in the cupboard. “You really didn’t need to do that. It was kinda hard to explain them away.”

“What did you say?” He rubbed at the back of his neck, turning serious for a second.

“I didn’t really say anything. She just assumed they were from Greg.” She leaned against the counter across the room from him. He could make out the worry in her eyes. “Which makes me feel like I’ve lied to her twice.”

It was hard to sleep that night. Chris had somehow got her to agree to meeting him the next day so they could talk some more but she refrained from agreeing to meet him at his place after work. She knew how that was likely to end and she couldn’t face being with him in that way right now so he had finally relented and agreed to a simple coffee at lunch instead. He was less than pleased when he left and Shanna spent half an hour complaining through the bathroom door about his “issues” as Sarah was trying to clean up before heading to bed.

“He’s always been an entitled asshole.” She started before ending with a one-two punch of “He’s not happy unless he’s in control” and “I wish for once he would experience being told ‘no’” She wasn’t wrong but she also didn’t need to hear just how right she was in this moment either.

A couple of things happened in relatively quick succession.

The coffee was every bit as awkward as she knew it would be, only not exactly for the reasons she had anticipated. It was times like this she relished Chris’s ability to have it all figured out and to be able to express himself clearly and succinctly, but she should have known better. As a result, Sarah was left more anxious and unsure of what it was she was feeling. Guilt she figured, not just for the knowledge that she was lying to her best friend but also for leaving the man sat in front of her looking like he had not slept properly in days.

He cleared his throat and shifted to sit up straighter in his seat. They were sat in the corner of the diner, as always, and barring a couple of people having a relatively animated conversation a few booths away from them – relatives of patients, she figured – it was pretty quiet for this time of the day.

“So, time to be honest but there was a reason I sent those flowers.” He had the look of someone who had just been told off by a teacher. “I sort of thought you might have seen something but I guess it went away. I think Matt dealt with it OK.”

Sarah put her cup down and looked at him quizzically. “What do you mean?”

“OK, don’t get mad but there may have been a photograph.” He barely looked up as he spoke. “Of us at the hotel.”

Her eyes widened at him and she was about to panic out loud until she realised where she was. “A photograph?”

“Well, technically a photo of me and an ‘unidentified female companion’.” He deadpanned making air quotes like it was nothing before finally making eye contact with her. He frowned but she knew it wasn’t directed at her. He looked down at the table again and then back at her when he realised she hadn’t said anything. “Don’t worry. It’s sorted. I explained things. I just figured someone might have put it on social media or something but I guess I owe him one this time, which he’ll love no doubt.”

“Oh.” She knew it was a pathetic response. “What do you mean you explained things?”

“It looks like a fan spotted me and took a picture at the right time. For them, obviously, not for me. Or us. A magazine picked it up. You actually look a little blurry so technically it could be anyone.”

“Unless you know me. It’ll probably be really obvious then.”

“Well now you don’t need to worry because it’s gone away. We’ll call it one of our nine lives.” He sipped his coffee again, slowly regaining his confidence now that he knew she wasn’t mad with him. She began rubbing her temple, a predictable move for when she was feeling stressed out and he realised he’d crossed a line. “Sorry.”

“Maybe I should seek a career in espionage. Clearly I can hide in plain sight.” She finally spoke and he smiled softly at her in a way that would unnerve her under certain circumstances but for obvious reasons wasn’t having that same effect right in this moment.

“Trust me, OK? I know how these things play out and people forget quickly. I’ve done this hundreds of times.” He was about to sip his coffee again until he was met with a sterner look from across the table. “That was supposed to sound reassuring but I, er, misjudged it.”

“Does Matt know about me?”

A few seconds of silence passed between them, Chris looking slightly to his left before making eye contact with her and pursing his lips, giving her the answer.

He leaned in and spoke as quietly as he could manage. “But he won’t say anything. He’s a good guy and he looks out for me.” \

“Yeh, I know.” She nodded. “Just doesn’t feel great at the moment.”

“You know I would love it if you talked to me about this.” He lowered his head so much he was now practically touching the table with his chin. “I feel like ever since we got back from New York things have been really weird and normally I would think I was overthinking things but I don’t think I am, am I?”

She turned her cup a few times before she felt his hand connect with hers. She saw how small she looked in his and when she looked back up at him, she was met with his doe-eyed expression. The expression which all you could do was smile back, which she did, and she was glad she did because he seemed to lose some weight from his shoulders at that point. His fingers lightly rubbed across hers and she enjoyed the warmth spreading across her skin and up her forearms.

“I’m sorry,” She spoke after a minute. “I didn’t mean to cause you any stress.”

Surprised by her apology, he leaned back in his chair. “You don’t need to apologise to me, Bernette. I get it. It’s strange.”

“I guess I just didn’t know where things would go after, y’know, everything. I wasn’t sure what to say.”

“Well, I know where I want things to go but something tells me we’re not on the same page.”

More silence.

“Look, I get it, OK? Nothing about this is straight-forward.” He rubbed a hand over his beard and over the back of his hair. “But we’re doing OK, right? I mean, I don’t think this needs to end any time soon. We don’t need to make any rash decisions just yet.”

“But how do you see this ending?”

She missed his hands when he pulled them back and let them rest on the table in front of him. “Umm…”

“Because truthfully, I figured it would have ended as soon as it started. You might have got bored or maybe you got a job and you left for months and we’d just…forget about it.” She shrugged back at him.

“Forget?” He tried to mask the disbelief creeping into his tone. “I don’t think either of us could forget about this.”

“But you think about our lives and how different we are and even if we take the family out of the equation, like, it was always going to be tough, right? We would have to figure these things out eventually. It would be naïve to think we could carry on as we have done without feeling guilty and…”

“I don’t feel guilty. Do you feel guilty?”

“Well, yeh. From time to time. It’s not so bad when we’re at yours because it feels like it’s out of sight, out of mind, and-”

“-then we’ll just have to stay at mine more.” He raised his eyebrow at her in an attempt to bring some playfulness back to their conversation.

“That’s not what I’m getting at.” She shook her head at him. Now it was her time to pull back as her head connected with the headrest. “This isn’t gonna last forever, is it? We need to be more rational.”

“Well…”

“And it’s only going to get harder and feel more…stressful.”

Chris narrowed his eyes at her. “Why now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, where is this coming from?” he asked. “We seemed to be OK and I thought we had a good time in New York. Then it’s days of near silence and now I think you’re trying to end this but you don’t have the guts to say it out loud.”

He had her there. She didn’t feel particularly offended or caught off guard by his assumption and he saw that because, truthfully, he’d finally put a name to her thoughts. He wasn’t giving her a way out as such but he was at least addressing the elephant she had planted between them.

He looked away from her and took in a sharp breath. “Look, I don’t want to have this conversation here, OK? I think we should have taken up my idea and spoken about this later at mine and in private. Will you please just come and see me later?”

He didn’t give her the softer, more pleading tone she was normally used to when he was trying to make an appeal to her. She wasn’t expecting it given the circumstances but…it would have been nice. How was she going to get through the next few hours of work if she had this struggle to look forward to?

“Because if you’re gonna dump me, I’d rather have a whiskey in me than whatever crap this is.” He flicked his cup away from him on the table and smoothed his hand over his beard again, still not making eye contact. “I’m gonna go. Just text me when you’re on the way, yeh?”

So that was that, then.

She could have cried, it felt so good.

She didn’t intend to let things get as far as they did. She was trying to figure out what to say to him. She spent a good portion of time standing outside his front door building up just enough nerve to knock. When she saw him, in a slightly-too-tight sweater, sweatpants hanging loose on his hips, eyes glossy from the alcohol she suspected he had started drinking as soon as he had arrived home, she couldn’t help herself.

He looked gorgeous. He looked warm and comforting and soft and hot and…all the things that had become so familiar to her now. And when he held his hand out to pull her in, she willingly went to him.

One thing that struck her as he was entering her over and over again was how tightly he held on to her. After she had finally managed to catch her breath from the onslaught of kisses and touches all over her body. His hands held hers firmly above her head as they fell onto his bed. God knows how they managed to make it that far.

He hadn’t let her up for air as soon as his lips connected with hers. He pulled her inside his apartment and pushed her towards his bedroom. She knew the layout of his home like the back of her hand, knowing exactly when they passed his kitchen as he dragged her jacket from her shoulders and left it by the table. She felt the curtains in his hallway brush passed her hair and the breeze from the skylight in his bathroom reach the base of her spine, his hands having pushed up her t-shirt and exposed her skin to the brief chill. His arms wrapped around her and held her like he was scared she was going to fall away from his grasp. She can’t remember connecting with anything else after that point; she was focussed solely on the way he was loving her. \

Clumsily, he used to his leg to kick the bedroom open so she wouldn’t bang into it and he got her flat on the bed with minimal effort. He carefully removed clothes until she felt his hot skin smother hers and she realised she made the right decision in just going with it. There was a sweet hint of whiskey to his breath but she didn’t much care. As he looked into her eyes, resting deep inside her, she didn’t much care for anything. This was the power he held over her.

She could tell he was thinking of something to say. Something he had probably practiced in the few hours since they last saw each other but now was coming up short. She instinctively placed her hand gently over his mouth, an acknowledgement of sorts, and asked him to move again, slower this time as he made sure she could feel all of him moving inside her.

She was on the edge of her orgasm for a long time. His breathing grew laboured, his hot breath fanning over her face and surrounding her before, without warning, he shifted them both in one fluid move so she was lying on top of him.

“Ride me,” he whispered, a softness belying his request, and she complied.

She gripped at his upper arms so they would hold her weight as she moved purposefully on top of him. It was bliss. She couldn’t look away from him as he struggled to keep his eyes open, taking in everything she was giving him. They had experienced a few moments like this, moments that felt so tender if it wasn’t for the way his hands were gripping her hips to keep her going.

After they had both come together, she collapsed down over him, her head resting over the top of his chest, him still inside her. She felt sure she had accidently bumped his chin but couldn’t quite manage the energy to vocalise an apology. He wrapped his arms securely around her to hold her in place when he thought she would try and move away from him. They’d slept like this in New York and he had decided he liked it more than the alternative.

“If that’s the last time we do this, at least we went out on a high.” he sighed.

“True.” She replied, equally as breathless.

He turned his head to look down at her, stroking a hand over her hair and the side of her face. “It doesn’t feel fair, though. Life’s gonna be a little bit shitter without you to look forward to.”

“We’ll still see each other. We’ll find a way to make it work.” She shifted her legs from off his before turning slightly to take the rest of her body away from his and he reluctantly let her go.

“Do you think we can?” He asked as he stared up at the ceiling. He already knew the answer in his mind but he wanted to hear her try and convince him.

“We have to.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

She sighed heavily and rubbed a hand across her forehead, letting it rest it in her hair. “She’s my best friend. You guys are my family. We have to at least try.”

Chris turned to look at her just in time to see a tear form in her eyes. She gently blinked and sniffed it away not realising he had already seen.

“You’re gonna be a hard act to follow, Bernette.”

“So you slept with him again?” Audrey worried.

Sarah nodded carefully, holding one hand in the other. “I know, I know…but when I saw him I just couldn’t help it. I couldn’t pull away from him, it’s like he-”

“Oh honey, listen, I get it. Completely.” Audrey’s eyes widened and she had to stop herself laughing. “I can imagine he’s been very supportive to you with everything that’s been going on but I think when all is said and done, maybe you both needed this?”

“I wish it was that simple, Audrey. It’s not just the two of us that needs to consider things. Y’know, Shan actually apologised to me, saying she’d been a bad friend and that she would try to be more supportive from now on and…it hit me. It just knocked me for six that I’ve betrayed her completely and I don’t know what to do about it. I don’t know how to go back.”

“It’s obvious this isn’t just sex. I mean, he drove to see you in New York and fucking…” She waved her hand around at nothing in particular. “…fucking tested you on fucking blood diseases and ECGs. Michael doesn’t even do that and I fucking married that guy! Come on, Sarah. If this was just sex, it wouldn’t be an issue, would it? You’d be able to close the book and move on. End of story. The only reason this is causing you strife is because you have feelings for each other. And very serious ones at that I might add.”

“Ah well, that’s easy. You don’t go back. You don’t just forget the last few months. What’s done is done now and maybe there’s a better way out of this.”

“How?”

“Oh Sarah, I love you but you really are friggin’ naïve sometimes.” Audrey pointedly rolled her eyes for the tenth time since they sat down. It wasn’t something Sarah was appreciating right now, this feeling that she was continuously missing the damn point.

If this was Oprah, the audience would be clapping and whooping loudly right now and Audrey would do her finger-snap that she reserved for drunken arguments in bars with ladies that pushed in line for the toilets. Instead, she took a sip from her sparkling water and raised an eyebrow at her, content in her response. Your move, she was saying.

Sarah rubbed her eyes and painfully pulled at the skin on her eyelids. “I should have told you about this sooner. I’m sorry, Audrey. I’m sorry I’m landing this on your now.”

“Well, while we’re being honest, I guess I should tell you that I kind of already knew.”

Sarah looked at her incredulously. Audrey didn’t bat an eye and just sat looking back at her.

“How long? When did you…?”

“It’s not every day a movie star wanders into the reception of a crumbling ER department.” She said, matter-of-factly. “Plus, I saw you both outside the diner. Aaand I’m guessing the accident you had recently was because of him as well?”

Sarah awkwardly bit at her bottom lip. She didn’t need to confirm anything; Audrey knew full well. She was astute as hell and while it didn’t feel like it right in this moment, Sarah was quietly relieved.

“What do I do, Audrey?”

She sipped her water again. “If you insist on being serious about this, you can’t let yourself be in a room with him alone. You know that much, hun. The rest is day by day. Maybe he’ll make it easy on you.”

She nodded in understanding. Audrey took that at face value, giving her a sympathetic smile in return while mentally making a bet with herself about how well things would turn out.

#chris evans #chris evans fic #fanfiction #evans fic #clear the area #sarah bernette #chris evans x original female character

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eldragon-x · 3 years

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Wanted to just write something on the spot for fun, here’s more Demise content :) I also apologize if I fucked up Herdier’s dialouge, he doesn’t have an accent in my language’s translation and I’m literally using a translator to write his speech lmao

It’s been a few hours since the Glacier Palace could be seen from the hill in Post Town. It was still up in the air and most of the residents hid in their homes in fear without putting up a fight, Demise themselves admittedly being one of them. After they locked themselves in their room in Swanna’s Inn, they spent the past hour on the hill, thinking about the situation. Normally, this place was relaxing to them, but the sight of the Palace in the distance made them uneasy instead.

The Grass-Type hovered restless on the hill. Their gaze switched between their own reflection in the pond, the purple and black sky with an orange horizon as the time went from dawn to dusk and the formation of ice still looming in the distance, as they were trying to take the situation in.

Looking back at it, it was stupid that they ran off. Sure they were afraid, but it’s no use if they don’t fight against the problem. And Demise has found a handful of reasons not to give up too. There are still some Pokemon who act rude towards them, but it’s far from all. Swanna and Cofagrigus have supported them from the very start, Swadloon and Lillipup often visited and spent time with them for a while now and Leavanny and Herdier have gained respect in them as well, even if it’s just because of the kids.

They, too, were another reason for them to act.

Demise hasn’t got to know Lillipup and Swadloon for a very long time, but they’re the closest they’ve been to any Pokemon since stranding on Mist Continent. The two young Pokemon didn’t make judgements around them in the first place and even considered them a friend simply because they helped Lillipup once. Protecting them and their family is the very least they could do for the boys who still had their whole lives ahead of themselves. Even if they had reasons to give up for themselves, they should’ve thought what this means for the kids earlier as well.

Demise made their decision right then. They needed to talk to Leavanny and Herdier and get them to support Team Scales together. Things couldn’t be over just yet.

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The Pokemon headed towards Swanna’s Inn. Shortly before reaching the entrance, another Pokemon ran out of the building, tackling Demise which startled them for a moment before realizing who it was.

“Lillipup?”

“Auncle Demise! Granpa and Leavanny have to talk to you!” the small Pokemon shouted out as if he were in hurry. Demise was surprised.

“Oh, they do? I was just planning to do the same. Are they in the Inn?”

Lillipup nodded in response.

“Right with Swanna. Come on now!” he said before running back inside. Demise followed him closely.

Like Lillipup told them, the two Pokemon were with Swanna, and Swadloon was there as well. The group of Pokemon looked up when Lillipup and Demise came towards them.

“’at was quick.” Herdier noted surprised.

“They were already on their way here, I just met them at the square.” Lillipup explained.

“Now that all of us are here-” Leavanny paused in her sentence and looked at Demise. “I will explain why we’ve called you here. Herdier and I have decided to talk to Swanna who was the only one who was willing to support Team Scales back there, as you may have noticed.”

Demise only nodded, letting Leavanny continue.

“The two of us wanted to help too. Neither of us could forgive ourselves if anything were to happen to Swadloon or Lillipup and just that is reason enough for us to pick ourselves up. That’s why we hoped to get your help as well.”

Before Demise could even respond, Lillipup jumped up.

“Please Auncle Demise! I- We know you don’t have it very easy here but.. but, I don’t want to loose you, or granpa or Swadloon. I don’t want to-”

The puppy paused when the Seaweed Pokemon put a leaf on his head, like a comforting pat.

“It’s alright, Lillipup. I’ve made my decision already. There’s no way I’m letting you all down.

Lillipup smiled. “Thank you so much! Really!”

Swanna then finally came to word.

“Now that it’s settled, let’s make our way to the Paradise.”

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On their way to the house of Team Scales, Swanna went ahead with the children while Herdier, Leavanny and Demise followed at a distance and talked on their own. Herdier spoke up first.

“Demise, Ah am sorry fur mah harsh behavioor towards ye. Ah ken Ah hae apologized afair, but Ah wanted tae dae it properly again. If th' yoongins see ye as part ay their faimly, 'en sae dae Ah. Ye pure ur a braw pokemon.”

Demise smiled, as far as that was possible with their anatomy.

“No hard feelings. I understand that you were worried for Lillipup. I’m glad that we’re on good terms now.”

“We really have to thank you.” Leavanny said. “Not just for helping Lillipup that one time. Both him and Swadloon never got to know any part of their families outside the two of us. We were always concerned that the boys may feel too lonely with these circumstances, but I believe you gave them some closure. It was even their idea to get your help.”

“You don’t need to thank me for that. As things currently stand, I’m on my own. If it wasn’t for these two, I wouldn’t really have anyone. So I’m glad to belong somewhere.”

“I’m happy for you.”

Before their conversation could last, Swadloon shouted after the three guardians.

“Mom, c’mon you guys are hanging behind!”

Leavanny snickered. “We’re coming!”

The three Pokemon caught up on Swanna and the kids, nearing the base of Team Scales.

#Pokemon #Pokemon Mystery Dungeon #OC #PMD #PMD 3 #Gates to Infinity #GTI #self care is writing out of the blue even if youre not a good writer #just to get a scenario out of ur head

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onetoomanyfandomfixations · 9 months

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SPIDERPEOPLE REACT TO YOU ASKING FOR A HUG

MILES MORALES (1610)

Bro is So awkward about it

Happy to give you a hug though!

Doesn’t quite know where to put his arms

Squeezes SO tight

Firm believer in Miles having cold-ass hands

Tbh he needs the hug just as much as you do

Does a Lot of talking

“Hey, hey, hey, you good? You don’t look good - NOT THAT I’M SAYING YOU’RE UGLY, S H I T”

He’s doing his best, okay 💕

GWEN STACY

Doesn’t really *do* hugs

(She has the most sensory issues, tell me I’m wrong)

Will only hug you if you’re genuinely distressed

Another really awkward hugger

Uses Really nice shampoo - probs like,, a sea salt scented one or something

Is more likely to give you less intense physical touch

Shoulder bumps, leaning against one another, etc.

HOBIE BROWN

Top love language is physical touch

Probably realises you need a hug before you do tbh

Very emotionally intelligent

Gives very comforting hugs

Smells like cigarette smoke

And his manky-ass leather vest (mf does not wash this, tell me otherwise)

“Ay, ay, you good luv?”

“E’rythin’s gon’ be ok, don’ stress it,”

PAVITR PRABHAKAR

Probably a bit upset you even had to ask

Just hugs you out of the blue, expects you to do the same

Unironically calls you ‘bestie’ and ‘bro’

“Bestie!! Hi!!”

Always close by

Will be flustered if anyone points out how much he thrives off of affection

Smells like coconut oil

Please point this out, he’s very proud of it

PETER B PARKER

Dad hug 100

Very warm

The most comforting hugs

“Hey, hey, whats wrong? C’mere,”

The most likely to focus on comforting you instead of fixing the problem

The best one to have a gossip with

Will make you have a mandatory movie night with ur fave takeout

MAYDAY PARKER

Concerned babbles

Notices that something is wrong before any of the others

Tugging at Peter and Hobie to get them to notice

A Very serious face as she babbles and pats your cheeks

Best pep talk you ever got

The only time she’ll actually stay still

Will probably fall asleep on you

MIGUEL O’HARA

Like Gwen, not happening unless you actually really need it

Surprisingly good hugs

Very Warm

Too busy to stop and hug you, so will pick you up and continue doing whatever

Starts muttering in Spanish

“Ven aqui bebe,”

“Estás bien, te tengo”

Will lowkey forget that you’re there

Gets upset when people don’t take him seriously until he remembers that you’re clinging to him

SPIDERNOIR

Unrelated; but so cut he didn’t appear in AtSV

Another awkward hugger

Will try, but doesn’t quite know what to do

Wayyy better with verbal affirmations

“Doll, everything okay?”

“Come tell me all about it sweetheart,”

Another bitch with cold hands

Will let you fall asleep on him

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everlarkingjoshifer · 6 years

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A Different Way CHPT 16

Hello my Lovely Readers!

I’m back with another chapter of this much longer than I expected story!

As always I would like to thank a few people, beginning with @sunsetsrmydreams for her beautiful banner. To @mega-aulover , @jobanana7and my sexy hubs for being such awesome cheerleaders. To @alliswell21 for beta-ing this chapter. Finally, I would like to dedicate this chapter to my beautiful Loca @titaniasfics (I like to spoil you and ur deserve so much for being so amazing! Happy Birthday Dorko!)

Please don’t forget to read, review and reblog and if you’d like access to earlier chapters you can find them here AO3.

Trigger Warning: mature language and some mention of violence. I know It’s been quite a doozy with the last chapter but I promise to post much lighter ones now that we’re nearing the end… (I hope. This story just seems to get longer the more I continue, *nervous laughter*)

Now on to the story…

Feeling drained, Katniss fumbled with her keys as she tried to open the door to her apartment.

She sighed once the door swung on its hinges revealing nothing out of the norm. The teacup still sat on her coffee table, half its contents reflecting the light from the doorway. Willow’s toys scattered about the living room suggesting that nothing peculiar had ever happened, even as Katniss’ mind was a barrage of uncertainty and regrets. The living room’s cozy atmosphere offered no solace to her muddled, restless thoughts. It was as though she hadn’t just been in such a violent fight with Gale, and she wondered if she hadn’t just imagined the whole ordeal.

Sighing, she slumped her shoulders kicking her door close. Throwing her keys on the coffee table Katniss picked up her cold tea and went to wash that morning’s breakfast dishes. Setting the cup into the sink she slumped forward, looking at the dirty plates. Still shaking she opened the tap and threw some cold water on her face, for God knew what reason as she grunted with frustration.

Wincing, her hand flew to her sore throat. Grabbing a clean cup out of her cabinet she poured herself a cup of cold water and greedily gulped it. The cold water made her hurt more but it didn’t matter to her. Instead, she was glad that the pain reminded her that she was still alive. She hadn’t gotten out unscathed, but neither had Gale. Deep down she was glad for his current misery even if she hadn’t admitted it to herself.

Suddenly her laptop dinged. Turning her attention to it, she walked over to see who it was. Frowning, Katniss warred with herself as to whether she should even disclose what had happened to Johanna, whose picture flared onto her screen. Deciding she didn’t want to deal with her friend’s temper, even if it wasn’t directed at her. If she was being perfectly honest with herself for the first time in ages, she didn’t really want anyone to pity her. It had been her choice to deal with Gale on her own. She didn’t need the sympathy even if it was what was expected.

Nodding assertively, Katniss clicked on the green button to receive the call. Katniss highly hoped Johanna didn’t catch on to whatever excuses she would come up with. Putting on a brave face she smiled as her best friend leaned her head on her hand looking bored.

“Hey dorko.”

“Hey,” Katniss said hoping her voice didn’t quake as much as she thought it did. Tears were threatening to spill and Katniss bit her tongue forcing herself to remain as normal as humanly possible. Taking a breath, she adjusted her position on the couch and sat the laptop on her thighs comfortably.

Johanna frowned. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, why do you ask?” Katniss felt herself panic.

“You’re wearing your coat indoors, and you look like you’ve been crying,” Jo said pointing out her winter jacket with a nudge of her head.

‘Fuck.’ though Katniss. Smile faltering she tried to think of an excuse. “I’m cold and I think I’m coming down with something.”

“Oh, ok, ” Jo said not looking thoroughly convinced.

Gulping Katniss squirmed in her seat. “Yeah, I woke up not feeling too well.”

“Oh, so that’s why you didn’t come into the office this morning.” murmured Jo to herself. “Coin wasn’t too happy, but I told her I would find out since it’s not like you to not show up without any reason. You want me to come help with anything?”

“No!” Katniss quickly said and shut her mouth when Johanna frowned, looking even more curious. “I mean, no thank you. I think I’ve got it. It’s just some chills and a sore throat. Nothing I can’t handle and I don’t want to bother you in case you’re busy.”

“Bitch, you know I got nothing to do all day. I was calling to see if you didn’t mind me visiting for a while, Coin’s driving me crazy with her micromanaging, but if you’re not feeling well, then I guess I’ll leave the visit for another day.” Jo pursed her lips and sulked.

Gulping and regretting her actions as she brought her hand up to her throat wincing, “I don’t want you to catch what I’ve got.”

“Katniss, are you sure everything’s okay?” Jo asked, her eyebrows were knit with worry.

Nodding, Katniss reassured her, “I just need some rest. I’ll feel better in a few days.”

“Okay, well in that case, do you want me to pick Willow up from school? I don’t mind dropping her off.” Jo offered.

Genuinely smiling at her friend’s thoughtfulness, Katniss accepted Johanna’s offer with a quick thank you.

“Hey, just remember, I’m here if you need anything, okay?” Jo reassured, before hanging up.

Katniss closed her laptop expelling a sigh of relief that she didn’t know she’d been holding. Putting the laptop on her coffee table, she removed her coat and placed it on the coat hanger. She set about placing everything in order, before retreating to her room to change clothes. However, when she passed by her dresser’s mirror, she paused noticing the long deep bruises of Gale’s fingers around her neck. Walking closer, she leaned over and inspected every inch of marked flesh. Anger rose within her making her growled angrily as she frowned even deeper.

How did she ever let it get to this point?

Katniss scoffed. She knew the answer to that question! As embarrassing and stupid as it all seemed, she knew exactly when it had all began, and she felt not only anger but pure disgust.

She was disgusted with herself for begging Gale for anything. He clearly didn’t want anything to do with her or Willow, that much was clear. She knew that excusing his problematic behavior and insults were not doing her any favors, but more than anything, she was setting the worst possible example for her daughter. What kind of mother begged an uninterested father for a little bit attention? Even if it wasn’t for her it still didn’t excuse that she had willingly trampled her own pride in full view of her only daughter.

The feeble excuse that it had all been for Willow was no longer acceptable. Katniss flopped on her bed and looked down at her hands.

She’d put Peeta through a rigid set of personal rules and he quickly accepted them without excuses or even questions. He never once forced her to accept any conditions he might have had despite him being as much a single parent as she was. So, why was Gale any different? It wasn’t just that Gale was Willow’s father, Katniss knew that. He’d been nothing but a sperm donor. So, what else could have driven her to accept his insults and jabs so easily?

She’d use to pride herself on being unapologetically unique, of being strong and one of the few to point out bullshit where it was, but it was as though she was finally seeing the light. The fog that had entrapped her was dissipating and now all that was left was deep regret at not realizing that somewhere along the way she had lost herself. It wasn’t exactly comfortable to feel so confused after having realized where she’d been standing for so long, but for once she felt a semblance of finally coming home. It had been so long since she’d recognized her strength. It was as though she was finally welcoming back an old friend. Sighing, she gulped and winced as her raw throat ached.

Looking up at her reflection once more, she nodded reaching for her phone.

“Hey Jo. I need you to come over.”

A half hour passed and Katniss tapped her foot on the floorboard nervously when suddenly her door opened and in walked Johanna, putting her keys back into her coat pocket,

“Is everything okay?” Johanna asked walking into the living room and sitting next to Katniss on the sofa. When Katniss didn’t answer she nudged her, “Hey, what’s going on? do you need to go to the doctor?”

Katniss nodded.

“Not feeling that great? I see you’re still wearing your coat and now you’ve even got a scarf on.” Johanna grabbed the end of the scarf pointedly.

Katniss shook her head. “I need you to tell me that what I’m about to do is alright.”

Looking even more confused Joanna blinked several times. “What do you mean?”

Turning to her best friend, Katniss could feel the concern radiating off of her. “I need to go to the police, to report Gale.”

“What did he do this time?” Johanna asked in alarm.

Katniss opened her coat and unwound part of her scar just enough to show Johanna the remnants of his assault. Johanna’s eyes bulged as she cringed looking visibly disturbed.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” she yelled backing up as she sucked in a deep breath, her nose flaring. “He did this to you?”

Katniss nodded, when Johanna asked for details, she told her friend everything.

Johanna was livid. Her eyes flashed dangerously while Katniss divulged the whole ordeal.

Jo paced about the living room silently fuming to herself. “I’m gonna kill the fucker.” Turning to Katniss she paused and looked at her. “Are you okay? I mean, besides the…” she pointed to her neck.

Katniss chuckled darkly, “Well I’m not great, but I need to do this, don’t I? The problem is that I feel like complete shit for having to put my child’s father behind bars.”

Johanna sobered herself to the reality of Katniss’ dilemma. Sitting back down, she took her friends hands between hers, giving Katniss her undivided attention. “Katniss, I know I can come off as some sort of careless wreck who swears like a sailor, but I’m going to let you know that I’m here, and you wanting to report Gale is perfectly fine. I’m not exactly great at all the mushy stuff, that role is reserved for Prim, but I care more than you know. Gale needs to be in jail. Reporting him is the right thing to do.”

Katniss sighed. “But he’s Willow’s father.”

“Says who, genetics? He may very well be biologically linked to her, but that doesn’t make him her father anymore than my own dad makes him mine.” Johanna paused. “Kat, he’s unhealthy to be around, and he’s never once cared about how you or even his own daughter get by. Willow’s feelings are nothing more than trivial nonsense to him. If he truly cared, at least once, he would’ve never said the things he’s said to you in front of her.

“The moment he called you hurtful things in front of Willow, as a form of getting back at you for whatever he thinks you’ve done, he failed as a parent. He knows how much Willow looks up to you, and he still doesn’t care because everything has to be about him. He has such little regard for anyone else, that he doesn’t think how his actions or words will affect his only child. He barely even covers her expenses and that’s only because it’s legally mandatory.”

Johanna looked as though she had been wanting to say this for so long, but had been biting her tongue.

Katniss expelled a weak sob knowing her friend was right. “But, he’s her father and I don’t want Willow to hate me.”

Looking earnest Johanna squeezed her hand gently and gave her an encouraging smile. “Kat, she’s not going to hate you. You don’t even have to explain every little detail to her. Let her ask whatever questions she has and answer them honestly. She’ll eventually catch on and understand. Besides, if Willow was in your place, would you want her to sell her self-respect for the sake of her child? What kind of lesson do you really think you’ll be teaching her?”

“I just,” Katniss began looking down at the ground feeling so conflicted. “I don’t know how this got to this point.”

“Yes, you do. You let him get away with everything, but not everything’s your fault. When you guys met, he knew you’d never been in a relationship before and because he’s a manipulative jackass, he took advantage of that fact and tried to mold you into some bizarre, twisted form of who he wanted you to be. The funny thing was, that as hard as he tried to change you, you always seemed to rebel in small ways. That’s why he was always so pissed at you. He could never fully control you and it made him feel weak.” Giving Katniss a small lopsided smile Johanna shrugged, “How could you possibly know he would turn out the way he did?”

Katniss slumped her head forward feeling tears run down her face. Sniffling she looked back up at Jo, who gave her a sympathetic look.

“Jo, how do you know all this?”

“Psh, I’m observant! been this way for as long as I’ve known you. You’re stronger than you think and a little stubborn, that’s why I wanted to be friends with you, to begin with.” Leaning closer, Johanna lowered her voice conspiratorially. “Plus, I’ve been reading a few books on psychology, and I find them to be pretty interesting. I’m actually thinking of going back to school.”

Katniss smiled, “But what about your writing?”

“Ugh, honestly, with Coin’s ways I’m starting to really hate my job and I don’t get paid enough to get yelled at for as much as she usually does, which is now up to four times a day. I can only take so much micromanaging. Besides, who says I can’t still write as a Psychologist?” Johanna shrugged.

“Point taken,” Katniss said blowing her nose with the napkin Johanna had gone to the kitchen to retrieve.

Putting her hand out to Katniss, Johanna beckoned her with a nudge of her head, “Let’s go put that prick where he belongs. You at least are doing more than my mother ever dared to.”

Hesitating for a few seconds, Katniss nodded and reached her hand out to her best friend.

Xxxx

“- And you say this was your husband, ma’am?” the officer asked glancing up at Katniss.

Nodding, she fidgeted in her chair. It had been two hours since she’d been sitting on the stiff, uncomfortable chair at the police station and she was beginning to worry, even more, every time she looked at her cell phone. It was 1:30, and Willow was due to be dismissed from school in less than two hours. Looking up at Jo, Katniss shook her leg anxiously.

Raising her eyebrows, Johanna questioned her wordlessly.

“School lets out soon.I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be here.” Katniss glanced down at her phone once more.

Nodding, Jo took her own cell out of her pocket and began to dial. Walking away she put a finger up to pause Katniss’ questioning as she spoke to another person on the line.

Looking back to the officer, Katniss apologized and continued to give her statement.

After what seemed like hours, Katniss glanced at her phone again as she waited for the officer to return with some chips and soda. She was now sitting in a room waiting for the next step in the line, when Prim all but ran into the room, with Johanna trailing closely behind,

“You called Prim?! Why?” Katniss flashed her eyes as her sister sat next to her to engulf her in a tight hug.

“Because I’m your sister, you dumb-dumb!” Prim wept.

Johanna let out a breath and shrugged. “She needed to know.”

“Johanna you had no right! I called you because this is exactly what I was trying to avoid.” Katniss said rising from her chair, ignoring her sister’s worried eyes scanning her face.

Grabbing her face to get her attention, Prim furrowed her eyes. “I have a right to know what’s happening with my sister! Especially if someone hurts you the way Gale has!”

“I didn’t want to worry you.” Katniss sulked.

“It would’ve been worse if you’d have kept it from me,” Prim replied.

Noting the tense scene was beginning to simmer down, Johanna pulled on her coat and placed her hat on her head before zipping her jacket up part of the way.

“I’ll leave you two to talk. I need to go pick up Willow.” Before stepping out of the room, Jo looked at Katniss. “Don’t worry, I’ll take her back to your house, and I promise not to tell Willow anything until you get back.”

Katniss nodded still a little angry at her friend, for reaching out to Prim without her consent.

Prim, on the other hand, shifted her position to look at her older sister. “I know what happened, Jo filled me in,” before Katniss could argue Prim cut in, “and before you say anything, I want you to know that I think you ’re doing the right thing. Gale should never have put his hands on you, and to be honest, this is the perfect way to make sure that Willow never ends up having to deal whether she’ll ever have to live with an abusive father. He doesn’t deserve her or you. Hell, never even made an effort to actually have Willow in his life.. He just wanted to have her just to spite you.”

“Why didn’t you ever say any of this to me before?” Katniss frowned.

Prim scoffed darkly. “Oh trust me, we wanted to tell you. Jo and I would rant at home from time to time, but you weren’t exactly ready to hear any of it, and as much as we wanted to open your eyes, we couldn’t force you to see our way. Not until you were ready to see the bullshit for what it was. We knew that you’d eventually get there, it was just a matter of time. I’m just glad my silence didn’t get you into a worse position.”

“You must think me pretty pathetic, huh?” Katniss leaned her face in her palm, elbows propped on the table.

Prim shook her head. “No. You’re human and honestly, I think you’re far too hard on yourself. You can’t do it all, Katniss.”

“You shouldn’t have to see me like this.” Katniss moaned.

Prim raised her eyebrows. “Like what, human? Honey, I’m your sister, not some random stranger who’s gonna judge you. ou used always to protect me when we were little. But I’m a big girl now and you need me. Let me take care of you for once”

Taking Prim’s hands into her own, Katniss smiled weakly. Her little sister was no longer so little and for that she was grateful.

The officer walked back into the room with soda and chips in hand. He placed them gently in front of Katniss. “Alright Ms. Everdeen, I just need you to write down your version of the events as clearly as possible. After that, you will need to go to the hospital with one of our deputies to have some pictures taken as evidence, and then you can be on your way. I know it’s not exactly comfortable, but I’m sure your lovely sister, here can accompany you.” He glanced up at Prim who smiled, her cheeks exhibiting a dusting of red as she blushed but nevertheless, she nodded.

Katniss looked at the officer and back to her sister suspiciously. “How does Officer Thresh know you’re my sister?”

“Oh, I had to tell him in order for him to let me in the room,” Prim said never losing eye contact with the tall, dark, and handsome officer before them.

Sighing Katniss looked around. “Um, where exactly am I supposed to write down my statement?”

Blinking quickly, Officer Thresh cleared his throat and reached for a notepad and pen on top of a filing cabinet, placing them in front of a very flustered Katniss.

“Would you mind if I stayed with my sister?” asked Prim looking at Officer Thresh.

Shaking his head, Officer Thresh backed away from the room. “Not at all.” He placed his hand on the doorknob and before he could close it, he looked down at Katniss. “It’s probably not necessary for me to say, but I suggest you are as specific with every detail as possible. It can help your case.”

Katniss huffed and got to work as her sister opened the bag of chips and soda to silently share with her.

Time passed, and Katniss missed her daughter. Wishing for a tight hug from Willow who would’ve surely wrapped her long skinny arms around her, Katniss rolled her neck feeling exhaustion settling in.

When she was finally done, Katniss flexed her fingers to rid herself of the stiffness and stood to arch her aching back. Looking to Prim, who gave her a bolstering grin, she grabbed her coat preparing to go to the hospital for the next step.

Turning towards the precinct’s main entrance Katniss froze, as a handcuffed Gale was being dragged into the holding cell.

He took one glance up at her and narrowed his eyes in a hateful glare. “Is this what you wanted Katniss, to ruin my life?”

Before she could react, Katniss heard a resounding slap and suddenly, Prim stood before an enraged Gale shaking down to her very toes. “Don’t you fucking dare blame my sister for something that you brought on yourself!”

If looks could kill, Katniss was sure that Prim would’ve been dead by now. His cheek was slowly turning a very angry shade of red with Prim’s fingerprints branding his skin.

Looking at the officers, Gale hollered for Prim to get any sort of punishment, but the officers feigned ignorance stating that they hadn’t seen what he was accusing Prim of.

“That bitch ruined my life!” yelled Gale with an angry thrust of his chin.

Prim blinked slowly, “Oh, she ruined YOUR life?” Stepping closer Prim was the picture of restrained anger.

For once, Katniss was afraid of what her sister would do, so she walked close to Prim to whisper in her ear. “It’s not worth it, Prim. Let’s just go.”

Prim shook her head ignoring her. “Oh no, This asshole is going to finally hear me out. So listen closely, Gale. YOU ruined your own life. I know it’s gonna be extremely hard for you to find a job if you ever find a way to get out of this, but you know what? Katniss has had to live like this for over a decade! She works a job where she’s unappreciated, not to mention she’s had to raise Willow practically by herself since you weren’t man enough to step up to the plate. Money doesn’t make you a man. You lost all the respect I once held for you, you became a parasite who delighted on putting my sister down, to feed off her insecurities, but she’s far too much woman for the likes of you!”

Gale shook with suppressed anger and likely because there were officers holding him back as Prim continued.

“You alienated my sister, making her feel alone, you were both wrong because I’m here and I’m not gonna let you hurt her or my niece. Not anymore.”

Taking a deep breath she stepped back and looked at Officer Thresh. “I’ll be in contact to make sure this,” she pointed to Gale, “sycophant stays in jail for what he did to my sister.” Turning back to Gale, Prim smirked. “By the way, you’re never getting Willow back. You made sure of that yourself.”

Katniss could hardly believe that it was her baby sister who had stepped up to Gale in a manner she never thought possible. It was as though she had somehow received a much-needed boost of strength, just by knowing that she wasn’t alone in her pursuit for her justice. Prim turned to shield her as Gale’s anger turned to pleading, with it echoing throughout the precinct asking her to reconsider.

Once they were in her car, Katniss turned to Prim and hugged her. No words were needed, she knew her sister understood the meaning behind such a fierce embrace.

“By the way, what were you doing before you got here?” Katniss asked turning on the ignition.

Prim shrugged. “I was enrolling for my second year of med school, and before you ask me what I’m specializing in I’m just letting you know, I’m not telling until I graduate.”

“I wasn’t saying anything!” Katniss shrugged.

Prim looked at her unconvinced but shrugged it off.

Katniss smiled. “I think Officer Thresh likes you.”

“I think so too,” Prim replied turning to look at her, eyes gleaming excitedly. “Should I ask him out on a date?”

Katniss sputtered. “Wh-what? No! I was joking. For god’s sake, Prim he’s in charge of Gale’s arrest! That’ll be like, conflict of interests or something.”

“So? All he has to do is pass his stuff over to a different officer and we’re good.” Prim shrugged.

Katniss chuckled as she shook her head. “You’re hopeless.”

“No, I’m optimistic. I also go after what I want. Besides, he’s really hot and has a good job.” Prim finalized, matter of factly.

Xxxx

It was night when Katniss finally made it home and she closed the door gently not to wake a sleeping Jo, who was sprawled on the sofa. Feeling a pang of guilt she took her shoes off and tiptoed into the room removing her coat and putting it on the coat rack.

Johanna stirred. “Hey,” she said groggily.

“Hey. How was Willow?” Katniss whispered.

Yawning, Jo nodded satisfactorily. “She was great, as usual. Don’t worry, she finished her homework, took a bath and we read a book before bed. I told her you were out at your job because your boss called you.”

Katniss sat next to her best friend and hugged her. “I’m sorry for getting mad at you, for calling Prim. I know why you did it, and you were right to do so. I really needed the support. I’m not exactly sure if I would’ve handled everything as well without either of you.”

Johanna hugged her back. “Anytime.” Pulling back she looked at Katniss. “So, how did everything go?”

Katniss shrugged and told her what had transpired since she left.

Johanna sat listening intently without interruptions. Once Katniss was done, Jo smiled. “I’m really proud of you Katniss. I know this couldn’t have been an easy step to take, but the point is you did it. I know it’s not gonna be a peachy road, but Prim and I are here for you.” she gulped and turned to wipe her eyes with her shirt sleeve.

Katniss smiled. “Are you crying?”

“N-no! Your house is just really dusty.” Johanna protested.

Katniss laughed. “I love you girls. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You’d have a really boring life,” Johanna added putting on her boots.

Katniss shrugged accepting the reasoning. “Prim is waiting for you back home. Thanks for driving me to the station.”

Johanna raised an eyebrow and smiled before opening the door and waving a quick goodbye. “Bye dorko.”

Once the door closed, Katniss grinned feeling lucky that she had such amazing people she could trust. She took the blanket Johanna had been using and folded it, placing it in the linen closet. Turning the T.V off she tiptoed into Willow’s bedroom and sat on the edge of her bed contemplating her daughter.

Her flushed cheeks were scrunched ever so slightly as small breaths of hot air puffed out of her mouth. Long dark lashes framed her face as her hair lay about in disarray. Katniss reached over and ran her fingers gently through her hair, as Willow shifted positions.

Leaning down to kiss her, Katniss smiled, basking in the sole purpose for her perseverance. She was proud of Willow and despite her many regrets, she decided not to dwell too much longer on them and instead, became determined to set everything right. She had to do it for Willow, but in a way, it was as though she was reclaiming her old self back again, and this time she wasn’t going to lose herself. Walking out of her daughter’s room, Katniss closed the door and got ready for bed.

#ADW chpt 16 #everlark fic #i don't mean to be so depressing but i promise to write a lighter chapter as soon as I can #enjoy

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dearemmett · 6 years

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Keep Them Safe (CH2)

Once again, this is my version of @whatwashernameagain‘s fic, which features my characters!

Her fic is a Sanders Sides Detective AU! Find it here: Keep Him Safe

Warnings for this chapter: A little phsycial violence (just a smidge), self-deprecating thoughts, and a small suicide thought.

Chapter One

Chapter Three

Chapter Two (AO3 Link)

"WHAT?! You can't do this to me!" The man tried to stop the other, only to be shoved to the ground. He whimpered, nursing his bruised wrist gently. "Please don't leave me..."

The other man turned, a look of absolute disgust on his face. "You're pathetic, you know that? I can't believe I wasted two years on you..." He pulled off the silver band that was wrapped around his finger, tossing it at the sobbing mess. Without another word, he picked up his suitcase and left, slamming the door behind him.

Redmond continued to sob on the floor. What had he done wrong? He did everything he could to make his fiance ex-fiance happy. He came whenever he was called, did whatever he was told. But he still wasn't happy... Eventually, the ginger haired male stood, trembling. He had work soon and had to cover up the bruises, though he didn't know how bad they were yet.

That was two days ago. Redmond stood outside of his apartment building, staring dumbfounded at the owner. He had been kicked out for not paying rent? But that's ridiculous! He just gave the money to his ex last week to pay rent and-

Oh... His anger rose a little at the realization he had been stolen from, but at least he had his coffee shop. He could work there and sleep in the back.

He couldn't believe it. His luck was so rotten that he just lost his business too? What had he done to the universe to deserve this? That man stared numbly at the check in his hands while he waited in line at the bank. It seemed that all he was worth was $1, 473. He deposited it and headed outside. For the first time that day he felt tears welling up and spilling over, as if floodgates had been opened.

Ragged breaths shook him to his core, but he managed to keep walking. He just had to find a bus stop. He could do this...

A light tap shook him out of his thoughts, face covered in fresh tears. He found himself looking at a large man, at least a foot taller than him. The man had black hair that had been shaved on the sides, tan skin, and intense amber eyes looking at him in worry. Redmond wrapped his arms around himself, embarrassed. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to get in your way," he muttered quietly.

The stranger smiled, concerned etched across his features. "Are you okay, sir? You nearly walked into traffic." The man's statement made his head shoot up, and sure enough, he had been about to walk out into the road. I wish he hadn't stopped me, Red thought wistfully. A shake made him remember the man. "Sir? Are you okay?"

No. "Of course, just a bit tired!" The smile was forced, and the stranger immediately frowned. "What happened?"

Damn. He was very observant. He sighed heavily. "MyfiancebrokeupwithmeandwenttoEuropeandstolemoneysoIgotkickedoutofmyarpartmentandnowI'mhomelesswithnoincome." The words came out on their own, tumbling over each other and mashing together. A sob broke out, threatening to make his knees give out.

So weak. So so weak... Pathetic. Useless. Just kill yourse-

Suddenly, he was falling. Or, at least, he thought he was. All he knew is that he felt dizzy and was no longer standing. He didn't know where he was. What was going on? His mind was reeling so much that he was only vaguely aware of being put into a car. The piling stress was too much, and he slowly passed out.

He woke up to muffled voices, and then a squeal. Opening his eyes revealed a man looming over him, grinning wide. He had circular glasses that seemed to take up half of his face, and- GOOD GOD HIS HAIR! Redmond sat up in shock, taking in the man's wild mess of midnight blue hair. "W-who are you?" he squeaked, slapping his hand over his mouth right after. How mortifying...

The man chuckled. "My name is Detective Knowles, and that over there is my husband, Nicholas." The detective jabbed a finger behind him to reveal the same stranger from earlier. Red opened his mouth to reply but Knowles charged forward. "My first name is Dexter though, so don't worry about being formal! You're not in trouble. But you are terrifyingly malnourished. When was the last time you ate? What's your name? Is there anyone we need to contact for you?" The questions continued, with no time to be answered, before he had a plate shoved in his hands by the overly excited detective. "We made you food but you didn't wake up for awhile so it's a bit cold!"

"H-hold on... Why are you being so nice to me?" It was shocking to be fussed over by two strangers, although he didn't really mind.

It was Nicholas who spoke next. His voice was deeper than his husband's, but carried just as much concern. "Well, for one, almost walked into traffic, passed out from dehydration, and besides, Dex here is a sucker for helping people out. I wasn't able to argue with him. But we had an extra room that he-" he cleared his throat after receiving a glare from Dexter, "we wouldn't mind you using," he finished. While he had been explaining, Redmond finally got a good look at the two. Nicholas looked like he was over six feet, and muscle to go with it, but not too much to make him look frightening. Dexter seemed shorter than his partner. He could be described as a teddy bear. He was a little thick, but no doubt had muscle hidden underneath the pudgy looking exterior.

One thing was clear, however. Detective Knowles was the wife.

A chuckle slipped out at the conclusion, which caused the detective to grin. "What do you say? Would you want to stay here? I know I'm rather intimidating but that shouldn't influence your decision! I promise I'm almost as harmless as a worm."

Deciding to humor the man, the ginger nodded seriously. "You are incredibly intimidating, but I suppose I won't let that influence my choice." Behind his husband, Nicholas snickered. "Alright, I've made up my mind. I'll stay here." Internally, he was grateful, but he couldn't help but wonder what cruel fate was waiting for him. Terrible luck, then all of a sudden, two strangers offer him a place to stay? He wouldn't get comfortable. He had to be ready for when disaster struck this time...

The first thing Oliver Frey did when he walked into the office was smack his fist lightly on Roman Prince's head. His morning wasn't going smoothly, and he had been carried- CARRIED!- to work by his partner. And then Dexter's husband called him for an emergency, so now Oliver wasn't in the greatest mood, considering Dexter was his translator for those who didn't know sign language.

"OW! What was that for, Red Alert?" the detective dramatically cried out, earning himself another smack on the top of his head. Roman's partner, Logan Sanders looked up slowly, appearing slightly annoyed at the interruption, but with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

Roman looked pleadingly at Logan, and the other sighed, glancing at the angry man in front of them. "What did he do this time, Pip?"

Angry gestures flew, Oliver's glasses sliding down his nose slightly. "This idiot is poisoning the minds of my partner and my son! I mean, I don't mind Danny that much, but I was just carried to work over Dexter's shoulder so I wouldn't hurt my pretty little feet! Blasphemy, I tell you!"

"Well, I'm afraid my idiot partner was just being himself, so it's their fault for acting like him." Logan's tone was light. The redhead wasn't sure if he had a soft spot for Oliver as well, or if he was just making fun of Roman, but all he managed was a huff and a scowl at very fanciful detective.

Turning heel, he said, "Well he's a royal pain in my ass," which caused Logan to smirk. The mute detective found satisfaction in the fact, however, that Logan refused to tell his partner what he had said.

He sighed, opening his box of blueberry pancakes and digging in, smacking his lips every once and awhile. Rose made the best pancakes. Rose...

It was Oliver's fault she started to go by her middle name. When his wife had died, he couldn't even hear her name without freezing and going into a panic attack. And sadly, his sister's name sounded just like her name. He didn't mind talking about his wife nowadays, but everyone avoided the topic like it was the plague, so they didn't realize he could handle it now. Danny was the only he could talk to about her. His seven year old son was a lot more intelligent than people thought. He even looked after his own father to make sure he's living right. Even after Oliver had come out of his depression bubble, Danny continued.

He opened his phone. On screen was a picture of his wife and their year old son, a couple months before her passing. The quiet man smiled. He missed her, sure, but he had moved on. He knew she'd be mad at him for taking this long, but her death had crushed him.

A text popped up on his screen.

Dexter: Ur on ur own today. New rmmate.

Oliver: For the love of Zeus, please use proper English.

Dexter: Nahhhhhh. Luv u. B safe.

Oliver sighed, standing up and stretching. There had been a series of break-ins on the other side of town, and the two of them had been looking into it. They had found a lead, one of which would have to be followed up on by the detective who couldn't speak.

He hoped he wouldn't have to talk to anyone today.

#keep them safe #fanfic of a fanfic #keep him safe fanfic #redmond drop #nicholas knowles #dexter knowles #roman prince #logan sanders #roman sanders #i know i rushed the beginning a bit #but i wanted to get that out of the way #i hate red's ex #oliver frey

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sad-af1121 · 7 years

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The Ultimate Betrayal (One-shot)

Requested by Anon: can you do a bucky or a steve smut where ur a villain n he doesn't know n then ur hanging out at the tower n he somehow figures out n u guys fight(physically) but u guys somehow get into a sexual position and then smut fyi i love ur writing. Pairings: Steve Rogers x Hydra Agent!Reader Word Count: 3720 Warnings: NSFW (Smut), Angst, fighting (physical), language, death ;~; A/N: I have been struggling with my writing for some time now but I am happy and proud of myself that I managed to get this up here and completed it. I worked hard and I apologize if it isn’t that good? I hope y’all enjoy! Feedback is welcomed 💜

Heels clicking against the marble floors, you sighed in content from your long day of hanging out with the girls- Wanda, and Nat… even Sam joined. You huffed out a laugh, remembering how he tried getting you to go out with him, but you let him down gently, knowing he was only doing that to get your mind off Steve. He was called for a last-minute mission about two months ago.

You needed a distraction, thinking the worse.

The first few weeks were normal, messaging each other back and forth daily, letting you know how things were going. Then he suddenly stopped after the fourth week into his mission. Steve became less and less responsive, giving you bullshit answers as to why he couldn’t answer back when you knew he spoke with the others every day. Then what changed?

You two were close, told each other everything and spent whatever time he had away from work with smiles and laughter. Your heart swelled seeing him, it was as if it would burst at any moment. His bright smile, deep blue eyes, and charm were something you wanted in a man who wasn’t rough and hard-headed like most men. You wanted someone with a heart of gold, and a mind that was open to everything. No judgments whatsoever.

But your heart was your enemy.

Working as one of the towers staff, you made sure each Avenger was taken care of. Their needs met if they had any. Steve made you feel right at home when you first started working- not letting the strict environment get the best of you. It was warmer and more inviting than you thought, especially getting along with everyone except Bucky.

He never liked you; only dealing with your presence because of Steve. You had a feeling he kept his eyes on you the moment you stepped into the scene, but you shrugged it off, knowing he couldn’t, no wouldn’t do anything to you. Nonetheless, Bucky refused to let go the strange sense that you weren’t who you said you were. Hiding behind lies. He had no other choice but to keep a close eye on you, even if that meant getting told off by Steve to leave you alone.

Bucky believed his mind was fucking with him again, making up the feeling in his gut that told him otherwise. He never took a step to say anything, afraid he’d be wrong and jeopardize his friendship with Steve. He couldn’t let his mind control him again. So, Bucky left you alone, not saying a word to you or coming near you. He kept his distance.

If only he knew he was right.

As you approached your room, you swiped your card in the slot, the green light accessing you in before stepping into your pitched black room- your comfort zone of silence. Along with working here, you were a 24-hour staff member, meaning you would be contacted any time during the day if needed- allowing you to live amongst the team.

It had its advantages.

Sighing happily- still buzzed from the drinks you had earlier, you opened your door and shut it before switching on the lights. When you raised your head, your eyes adjusting to the fluorescent lights, your heart nearly jumped out of your chest as you stumbled back meeting the surface of the door. Steve was dressed in his uniform, his large bulky arms crossed over his chest as he stood by your desk with his shield leaning against it. You couldn’t help tearing your eyes away from his stern demeanor to his shield, the Vibranium reflecting the light. His expression was hard and displeasing. Disappointed almost as you saw his jaw and fists clench in your presence. His body was tensed as his eyes bore into yours, the smile from your face fading away.

He was ready to fight.

“Steve… you’re back.” You sounded relieved, your tone shaky yet anxious as you swallowed, the atmosphere growing awkward and thick. He observed you, his cold eyes scanning your every feature as his mind processed every information. It was like he was hacking into you, trying to break the wall you built.

They built.

“My mission brought me back here. There’s a traitor in the tower. I’m here to take them under my custody and evaluate for questioning.” He informed, not blinking at all. Steve was emotionless, his guard was up high and strong. He wasn’t going to let anything tear that down. Even if his heart didn’t want to.

You didn’t take your eyes off him. Knowing what he meant, you tried your best not to give anything away, hoping there was probably another slip in the building. But that was unlikely. He undoubtedly knows and you couldn’t give yourself out like that.

“And you’re in my room… why?” You asked in curiosity.

“I think you know the answer to that, Y/N. Tell me, did you get what you came looking for?” He asked bitterly, his voice becoming deeper, filled with rage. You could have cringed to how he sounded like you were some disease and didn’t want to come near you. Steve looked pained yet anger fueled in him, something inside him wanted to hold him back from doing this, but he had to. He had no choice.

This annoyed you, he could stop and let you go, avoiding what he was planning to do. Instead, it reminded you why you came here in the first place. Making friends, laughing, having a good time, and falling for an Avenger wasn’t your assignment- they were all distractions from your given task. But you didn’t have this freedom to feel.

Or any freedom at all.

You got lost in each Avenger, their personality and actions drawing you away from your purpose. You grew fond of them. Never experiencing true love and happiness made you second guess your part in what you believed in- brainwashed to believe in. You looked down at the ground, avoiding his judgmental glare.

“Steve.” you murmured.

“How could you?” He interrupted, cocking his head to the side. He let you in, thinking you were just a sweet, honest, hard-working member of SHEILD who wanted to do the right things in life. Instead, you lied.

And Steve hated liars. You betrayed him.

Visibly gulping, you knew he wasn’t going to show you any empathy regardless of the relationship you two had built and the attraction that was starting to grow. There was only one way of getting out of this situation. And you wished it didn’t go that way.

“You know why. HYDRA must take down anything and anyone who is a threat.” You informed, your voice dropping from its honeyed and caring attitude to firm and demeaning as you looked up, your eyes growing dark and cold like something soulless. “You and everyone here must be taken down. No matter what.”

“I can’t let you do that, Y/N. I don’t want to hurt you.” Steve stepped forward, taking a stance. He saw how you rolled your shoulders, taking deep steady breaths as you prepared yourself for any physical action if necessary. Steve placed his hands up, showing he wouldn’t do any harm.

For now.

“Make this easy for the both of us. It doesn’t have to go like this.” He said as he scanned your body once again, trying to detect if there were any weapons on you or around your room.

“I’m not letting you take me.” You declared, confident that you weren’t going to change your mind. Without another word, you threw one of your hidden switch blades at him, aiming at his chest. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, being on high alert as you were going to make sure he or anyone else, take you in.

That would be worse than death itself if you were captured.

Steve’s eyes widened, seeing the sharp disk glide through the air, straight for him. He reached out for his shield, instantly blocking it from piercing his torso before he charged your way.

Running, you grabbed a vase off a table, hurling it at his body in which it smashed against his brick like exterior, the pieces falling to the ground. You threw kicks from left to right, each on skillfully blocked by the blonde as he tried not to stumble over the furniture in your room. Steve grabbed one leg, twirling you around and tossing your body across the room like nothing.

Once you collided with the wall, your head and back stung with pain that every nerve in your body throbbed. The air from your lungs vacuumed out, causing an eruption of uncontrollable coughing as your limp body slid to the ground. Grunting, you got back up on your feet, cracking your neck as you glared at Steve, concerned etched on his face.

“Wow… that was lame. Afraid to hit a girl, Stevie?” A mockingly smirk laid across your face as Steve flared his nostrils.

“This is your final chance to give up. I can take you in dead or alive.” He paused, looking down at your bag near the door. “Or you can give us whatever information you took and I’ll put in a good word with Fury. You can help us locate more HYDRA bases and take them down.” He said, swallowing as he watched your smirk disappear. You thought back to your laptop that had your life’s work, encasing all the information you extracted from each Avenger and other things about SHIELD that could help HYDRA bring them down for good. You hesitated, figuring out if this was worth it or not. Your life was at risk no matter what.

So, what did you have to lose?

“How about I kick your ass and get the hell out of here so that my leaders can do whatever they please with you and the rest of the scoundrel living in this god forsaking place. I’d rather die than live in a cell, being treated like nothing.” You spat, grinning like a mad man as Steve balled up his fists, jaw locking and eyes boring into yours.

In a blink of an eye, Steve flung his shield, throwing you off guard. You instantly ducked, the shield missing your head by a thread as you tumbled forward, hiding behind a couch. Taking out a knife from the base of your heel, you heard Steve’s hurried footsteps coming your way. Groaning in annoyance, you jumped up, slashing your knife in all directions, trying to stab him but he swiftly blocked every move.

You had enough, the sweat running down your brows and your heart thudded incredibly fast as exhaustion was finally creeping onto you. He was a super soldier with immense energy and strength but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be taken down. You decided to sucker punch Steve in the face, giving you some advantage as he stumbled back before the blade met his arm, slicing through the mesh of his suit as well as his flesh.

Hissing at the pain, Steve elbowed you in the face knocking you on your ass once again, the scarlet red fluid streaming down his arm. However, you kicked his feet out from under him, sending him to the ground with a thud as your knife slid across the tile floor. You quickly scurried to grab it before Steve grasped your leg, pulling you away. You continued to bash your heel into his face, smashing his nose as he let go. The pain surged through him, every nerve screaming as he cradled his broken nose, snapping it in place before grabbing your other leg.

“I’m not letting you get away!” he grunted in frustration, finally getting a good hold on you. In return, you growled as Steve climbed on top of you, locking you in between his muscular thighs as they squeezed you. You tried pushing him off, but his expressive weight and grip on you wouldn’t end. Defeat was written across your face as he straddled your waist before pinning your wrists to the ground.

“Let go of me!” you snarled, tugging your arms, and kicking your legs. But it was no use.

“Stop, moving! It’s over!” He shouted, tightening his grip before you went slack, beaten, and worn out. You couldn’t believe it. You became vulnerable.

“Cut off one head, two more grows in my place. Remember that, Cap.” You gritted your teeth, disgusted by him before a light bulb went off in your head. Toying with his feeling would be your only solution to escape. Only if it worked. You stilled, licking your lips.

Let go of me, Steve. You purred, rocking your hips against his, and arching your back.

Steve sucked in a breath, watching your pupils dilate, lips parted, and cheeks turn rosy pink. He felt a shiver run up his spine, feeling your body move underneath and radiate heat. His face burned a deep chrisom as he tried calming himself, not letting your lust blown-self get to him.

“C-cut it out, Y/N.” He stuttered, feeling his blood rush to his cock that began to harden. You smirked, biting your lip as you released a shaky breath, arousal written all over your face.

“What’s wrong, Stevie? You don’t look so good.” Playfully pouted, you arched your back some more, displaying your harden nipples through the thin material of your tank top.

Eyes widening, Steve let out a feral growl, his heart rate increasing as ragged breaths spilled from his lips. You felt his grip loosen, giving you the perfect opportunity to slide yourself closer to his crotch. You palmed his cock through the fabric of his pants, feeling it strained against his thighs. It gave you the flawless image of how impressive his member was.

“Oh god, Y/N.” He breathed, his voice shaking as you continued to play his cock, squeezing it ever so slightly by the base and tugging at it.

“Fuck me, Steve. Just this once and I’ll give you whatever you want. Please.” You moaned softly, squeezing your thighs together, trying to give your clit some friction as you felt a puddle of your wetness seep through your panties.

The lewd sounds of your neediness and desperation were the only thing Steve needed to hear, sniffing your arousal in the air before he grabbed your arms, pulling you to your feet as he sat down on your loveseat in the corner of the room. You quickly straddled his hips then pulled the zipper to his pants down, moaning to the sight of his cock throbbing and angry red at the tip.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, taking his cock out and slowly stroking the shaft.

“I c-can’t… fuck.” He whispered, throwing his head back onto the couch. It felt wrong but he couldn’t help but ease the ache he had for months ever since you came to the tower. The tension between you two had been growing immensely. He wanted to give into his desires before you’d be taken away for good.

He won’t see you after this moment.

“You’re so hard, Stevie. I bet this is all for me, huh? I’m not even sure if you’re gonna fit in my tight pussy.” You giggled, amused by his sudden change in behavior. His body stiffened as a growl emitted from his chest, gripping your hips as his nails dug into your softness before bucking his.

“Y/N” He moaned softly; your name rolling off his tongue like sweet honey. He gnawed on his lower lip, bruising the soft flesh as he lifted his hips once again. You ran a finger underneath his shaft up to his tip, smearing the precum around the tip.

“Tell me what you want, baby. Say it.” You urged, pumping his cock faster and faster until he was squirming underneath you.

“I wanna fuck you! J-Jesus Christ, let me fuck you, Y/N. I need to be inside you.” He blurted out before pulling you forward, locking his lips with yours.

Instantly melting into it, you wrapped your hand around his neck, pulling him closer as you tugged his hair by the nape. Your tongues danced in harmony making Steve groan before it became heated. The lack of air made him lightheaded, but he didn’t want to pull away. His large calloused hands roamed all over your body, stopping on your soft mounds as he pinched and rubbed your nipples through the fabric of your top.

Moaning breathlessly, you didn’t waste any time taking off his tactical gear before he grabbed you by the hips, lifting your body effortlessly. He stood, setting you down gently as you two took off the remaining of your clothes. Once both of you were bare, you pushed Steve back down on the seat, throwing your legs on either side of him before grinding your bare pussy against his pulsating cock. The slick gave you two the perfect amount of friction as you continued to tease Steve, enjoying how small he became under your touch. He’d do anything in that state, but you didn’t want to risk your plan of slipping through his fingers- you might as well get a good fuck out of it.

Having enough of your games, Steve lifted you up grabbing his cock as he aligned it with your dripping core that radiated heat. Biting down on your lip, you sunk down onto it before a loud gasp spilled from your lips as his cock stretched you.

“O-oh my god.” You breathed, adjusting to his thickness.

Steve groaned, sucking in a breath before latching his mouth to your neck as he marked you with hickeys and bites. You arched your back, pressing your breasts against his flushed chest, rubbing your nipples against him. This made him moan, the sensation of your hardened nipples moving across his heated skin drove him nuts.

“Pl-please move. I don’t think I can h-hold it in anymore.” Steve choked, taking deep steady breaths before you rolled your hips, feeling his cock swell with every second. His mouth dropped open as your cunt eagerly squeezed his cock. The sensation alone was like a drug, causing him to forget about what happened earlier and crave you more than ever.

You furrowed your brows, overwhelmed by his cock as placed your hands on his chest. Steve scooted lower in his seat, allowing his hips some free room to thrust into you. The slick sounds started to echo around the room along with your sweet moans and whimpers. Steve buried his face into the crook of your neck, eyes shut as he allowed you to take control. You bounced on his cock, your ass slapping against his thick thighs as you continued to chase after your release. You knew you two wouldn’t last long, knowing Steve could cum at any moment. But you permitted yourself some patience, slowing down your actions then circling your hips and feeling him inside you.

“Jesus Christ, doll.” Steve panted, that pet name sending a shiver up your spine but more heat to your cunt.

“Ch-choke me, Steve… D-do it!” you muttered, watching as his eyes widened in horror. Picking up his heavy hand, you brought it to your throat, showing him how. “Squ-squeeze the sides, but not too hard. En-enough to constrict my air w-way.” You explained as he complied.

As he wrapped his hand around your neck, your eyes instantly rolled back as he applied the right amount of pressure, creating stars in your mind. Steve gasped, feeling your pussy tighten around his cock as he began thrusting hard. You were going to be sore after but it didn’t matter. Your pussy ached to cum, especially around his member.

Your heartbeats pounded insanely fast, a thin sheet of sweat forming across your bodies as your breaths were short yet heavy, alerting each other’s climaxes. Steve couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, the pleasure he gave you pushed him closer to the edge before he released his load into your cunt, coating your walls with his thick hot cum. A string of curses left his lips as his body shook, his cock pumping out the last few drops.

Steve. You cried, clinging onto him like life itself as he released his hold from your neck. Your body burned, every nerve screaming with pleasure as your toes curled, muscles twitched, and the warmth fluttering feeling in your stomach satisfied. Seeing stars or colors wouldn’t even begin to describe what you saw and felt as you came down from your high. Steve was quiet, his face buried in your neck as you cradled his head in your arms.

You clenched your jaw, knowing you had to do it now or you’ll be taken away. Taking a deep breath, you pulled out the syringe from the corner of the seat that you grabbed your bag earlier when you were on the ground. It’s filled with enough tranquilizer to knock him into an unconscious state, giving you enough time to run. As you were about to plunge the needle into the back of his neck, Steve moved away quicker than a blink of an eye, pulling out his blade from the cushion and stabbing you right in the neck.

The sound of the needle dropping to the ground echoed throughout the room as tears welled up in your eyes. You stared at the man you grew to love, allowing him to live rather than die by the hands of a HYDRA agent.

“I’m sorry.” His voiced cracked as his piercing blue eyes kept its hard glare on you before you fell back, blood running down your body that began to turn cold.

When you hit the floor, you ignored the pain but focusing on Steve as he sat there, watching you die, watching your heart break and watching you fail.

“H-hail HY-.” A gunshot ranged around the quiet room, silencing you- killing you.

Steve didn’t hesitate, shooting you right between the eyes- not wanting to hear those words coming from you. A single tear ran down his cheek as he leaned down to grab his comm from his pants, inserting it in his ear.

“It’s done.” He informed, eyes never leaving your face as he dropped his gun and sat back in the chair.

Whoever said love always got in the way... lied.

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cutegirlmayra · 7 years

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MY IDOL MAYRA , so i was wondering how would you feel about writing a jealous!sonic which leads into feelings being revealed;);) ((so au ! I know but i can't resist)) if you don't mind ofc, have an amazing day ur da coolest 😎😎

ofc? Out of character? I’m quite a stickler for character, but I try and find plausible ways the characters can stay true to themselves and also develop where AU’s can be possible. I think I can make this plausible, leading it into some deep AU (aka shipping crap xD) but I’ll do my best to keep everyone in character until that AU transition is over :) Sound good? lol

Prompt:

“I could, take you home, if you want?”

This boy had been flirting with Amy the whole adventure, and she had tried to be polite and just laugh it off like she didn’t realize it, but over time she began to get shyly embarrassed by it.

What made it worse was Sonic was RIGHT THERE and didn’t DO ANYTHING to stop it!

She was furious that he was so close, and yet, let this creep keep trying!

“Ehem, um… well…” she scooting more towards Sonic, having his arms folded, looking away and up at the sky.

He wasn’t looking at anything in particular, but what Amy didn’t know was that him being so close to keep the guy in line…

He had tried to convince the dude, indirectly, so to speak… that Amy only loved him and him alone, and no one could change her mind.

“Well… that’s probably because she’s never known real love before.”

That pompous statement sent a fire through his veins like he never knew before, and ever since then, he hasn’t let the guy be alone with Amy.

That creep wasn’t going to lay a HAND on her if he had anything to say about it.

However… just like, Amy, Sonic was also misreading her reactions too.

Her shy getaway act and not answering him directly made him nervous… he wondered if Amy really was being wooed by this confident… freak-a-zoid!

He needed him due to him being the only one who knew the exact location of the hidden village with the new mineral ore that Eggman was using to make his latest machines.

Apparently, being the only one who escaped, he was able to find Sonic and the team to tell them his people were being enslaved by Eggman to mine in the ore for him, having his robots supervise them as a threat to not step out of line.

Amy looked up to Sonic, but he interpreted that as her thinking, not so much her indirect, plea in body language to say, “HELP ME.”

He looked away, worried that she might actually go with someone who seemed to like her over himself…

He looked down.

Amy misread that as he was letting her go, and her heart nearly broke at his expression.

His eyes scanned the ground, before he gave a cold look to the boy across from him.

‘…I can’t just let him take her! Can I..?’ His heart was hurting, pretty badly actually, that he was just letting this all happen.

He bore his teeth and looked away again, turning his head slightly back to the ground.

‘It’s Amy’s life… it’s her decision.. I … I shouldn’t interfere.’

He was about to turn completely away, leave Amy to make the decision for herself, as he tightened his selfish fists to try and not make a dash at the dude, knock him out, and whisk Amy away.

‘What is this!? What’s happening to me!? I’m so mad! I could just..!’ he lifted his fists up, about to take a step away, as he faced Amy with his back.

She truly thought he was shunning her away, leaving her to this guy’s awkward flirting.

But why?

‘Sonic would never be this cruel…’ she thought to herself, her arms outstretched to him weakly,… as if not knowing if it was okay to ask for help or even for him to stay…

She felt more comfortable that she wasn’t alone with this guy… but if Sonic left.

‘I’ve never felt so selfish in my life!’ Sonic almost felt his jaw and head ache from the force he was pushing onto his teeth.

‘I want her to not like him. I want her to stay with me. By me. Beside me… Ahhh! I can’t just let her fall for another dude!’

He swiped his head a moment, back and forth, but Amy took that as he was telling her not to resist, or not to come any closer.

In desperation… she leaped.

Sonic’s eyes shot open and widened, leaning his head slowly up as he felt her arms around his waist, gripping his stomach as she trembled, her head ducked down and bent with tears.

“Sonic…”

He doesn’t really recollect what happened to him after that.

All of a sudden, like instinct, he pulled her close and pushed in front of her, holding her like the most precious possession in the world, and glaring at the dude.

“She’s got a ride.” he scooped her up, not even thinking as he spoke, and walked away. “Always.”

The guy blinked, not sure what all that indirect communication was about.

“Uhh…uhh… okay?”

He seemed to realize that Amy wouldn’t ever go for him, and sighed, letting the two escape.

Amy was so taken aback, not only did he respond quickly and even held her so close that her heart raced at the how protectively he had stated those words…

But it almost felt like…

Like…

She was his.

“Sonic..?” She looked up at him, grateful but concerned as his hands were slightly hurting her.

For some reason… his tight grip was comforting though, but his face was fierce, making her panic a moment that maybe he was mad at her actions.

She stifled a quivering sound from her lips, something like a gasp and to say more, but dared not too.

‘What’s going on? It’s like I physically can feel that I almost lost her something.’ Sonic was so consumed in his confusion inside his thoughts, he failed to notice how worried-stricken Amy looked.

‘All I could think of was if that guy even dared opposed me, I would have knocked his head straight to the ground… I’ve never felt like that before. Amy’s not… she’s not something I… or anyone can possess! So… so why do I care so much that she’s in my arms? Not his?’

He shook his head, it still hurt from how he pressed down on his jaw so hard, before finally seeing Amy’s expression.

He stopped, worry at terrifying her crept into his being.

“Are you alright?” it was unthought of, just impulse again.

He barely hesitated as she nodded, before speaking again.

“I don’t want you speaking with him again.”

Amy had never seen him so… so demanding.

He was usually so calm under pressure, very cocky about everything.

What on earth was going on inside his head?

“Sonic… are you okay?” she lifted a hand up to his face, which he quickly glanced at, growing shy and turning away.

“Why…” she flinched her hand away, hurt by his response, still not understanding.

“Why are you pulling away from me?”

‘Away?’

Sonic turned back.

“This whole time… I’ve been pulling towards you.”

When he realized his thought had come out without his conscious knowledge of it, he flickered his eyes in blinks of surprise.

“Crap! You weren’t suppose to hear that..” he turned away, still not having any control over his mouth.

“S…Son..” Amy’s breath was fully taken from her lungs. She was so shocked, but hope filled her heart and had her awing this new side of Sonic she had never seen before.

His feet fidgeted.

A new feeling now rocked his knees… threatening to freeze up.

“Uh oh.” Sonic looked down, seeing the effects and quickly running to try and loosen them.

“Sonic?”

He gritted his teeth again, this was so awkward, but at the same time…

“Why did you not tell him off?”

It came out a little harsh…

“What?” she looked amazed.

He kept running, bending his head down now in rage, not realizing what she was conveying in her behavior to him…

They both were misinterpreting the other… leading to some confusing actions and responses.

“Sonic…” she arched her eyelids back, realizing what this meant.

Was he… worried about her?

“I… I would never trust anyone but you!” she blurted out, leaning up in his arms and gaining enough courage to wrap her arms around his neck when the wind picked up.

Then she noticed it wasn’t the wind…

Her eyes blinked more open from squinting against the wind to realize he was running faster.

He had to let his anger out somehow.

‘No other!? Then tell him to buzz off! Pfft, I don’t believe that.’ Sonic grew aggressive, before his hands gripped her tighter.

“Ah.” she felt the pain a moment before he looked down and seemed shaken by her cry of slight pain.

He pushed his feet down to a halt, and set her down, but his hands only momentarily hovered at her sides.

“I’m sorry… Amy, I-” he looked away, ashamed he couldn’t control his emotions.

“AUGH!” he finally emoted.

He gripped his hands to his head and walked away, turning from her again as he reeled his head back, “What’s wrong with me!? I can’t think straight. I’m so… so mad!!!”

“He couldn’t take a hint.” Amy tried to calm Sonic down, but was afraid of this new response in him she hadn’t seen before.

She gripped her sides, holding herself, not sure how to address this.

“Hey!” she called out, worried. “Don’t … don’t turn away from me again. It feels like your shutting me off or out of your life!”

He froze then.

Suddenly realization made him move his hands from his head, and straighten out.

Turning… away… made her think he was closing her out from him?

That simple communication made him turn around, a part of his confusion cleared.

“Turn you away..?” he looked tenderly to her, and staggered on his feet, still feeling the weakness in his knees…

“Amy…” he spoke so gently then, so full of something Amy had never heard out of his voice before, and made her full attention turn to him in the fading day.

“…All I’ve been doing is trying to get you to run into my arms… so that I can protect you.” he felt this wasn’t something he would natural say, but something was pumping through his veins, adrenaline?

“All this time, I’ve hated that guy!” He threw a fist up, showing his true feelings, communicating for once in his life against his own better judgement, unable to keep it back any longer…

“The way he looks at you, flirts with you… it’s like he thinks he’s good enough to own you! You aren’t anyone’s to claim, Amy! You’re not!” He shook his head, frustration and desire to keep her all to himself creeping in on his being.

He couldn’t shake it off, he felt embarrassed now, he didn’t want to say anymore as he trembled with pent-up aggression.

“Sonic… I am owned to something…” she stepped forward, putting her hands together, “I… My heart’s always been yours to keep… Sonic.” she thought he knew that by now.

Sonic’s head slowly rose, more surprise hit him than anger.

He looked at her almost dumbfounded.

“…Come again?” he spoke lightly, in disbelief.

“I may not know a lot about… love or affection but-” she looked away, saddened by that fact of inexperience, but placed both hands on his face.

“But with all my heart, Sonic… I know I love you.”

It was the first time those words had graced Sonic’s ears.

It ringed for a moment. A beautiful bell in a drum consumed world.

He felt his whole being relax and almost fall into her touch, being comforted against his will was weird and terrifying, but in that moment, he wasn’t able to think straight.

He just let himself stare at her, and in a new light, see how beautiful having her around him really was.

His heart beat off course, his body felt limp, all the things that should have put him into an awkward panic felt…. natural for him, all of a sudden.

The air stilled uncomfortably, but in the warmth her hands gave, he still felt peace.

‘This isn’t right.’

Sonic moved away, snapping out of his strange entrancement and moving away, looking left and right at the ground.

“I’m…” he looked so vulnerable up to her.

She was going to misinterpret this again.

She scanned each of his eyes, seeing his confusion and fear.

“Sonic… I… Didn’t you know?” She felt confused too.

“It’s not that… it’s…” he waved his hands out, showing her he’s always known about her crush on him… as silly as it was, he never minded it all that much…

It was was he was feeling… his body telling him things he didn’t understand… his reaction that was unconsciously being done was what was spooking him.

“I can’t…” he gripped his chest, where his heart was beating irregularly for him. “I can’t understand what I’m feeling.”

Admitting this almost gave a flood of relief over him.

He had never been able to talk this much about his feelings before, but now, with Amy.. almost having that threat of someone take her away from him had left him unable to fully control himself.

“,,,What do you feel?” Amy was amazed by his response, but wanted to take it a step further.

As she stepped forward, his fear peaked again, and he held a hand out, walking back.

“N-no...wait a second...”

She paused.

‘...I’ve been waiting too long for this!!!’

Amy ran as fast as she could.

“SOONIICCC!!”

His eyes widened for the third time as she tackled into him, causing them to hit the ground before her head never came up.

He still squirmed, out of habit, but when Amy didn’t respond, he stopped and froze a moment, before looking down at her.

“...No more games, Sonic.” she was twitching, her eyes being forced shut and her arms gripping his body to hers.

“Just tell me... say that you love me.”

The words echoed in Sonic’s subconscious, but his thoughts were mostly on how he was ever gonna get out of his awkward fiasco.

Just say it.

Just say you love her.

You’ll keep her with you.

No one will be able to take her away from you.

‘I won’t allow it.’

Sonic narrowed his eyes, for once, understanding what he wanted and what his... no, it had to be.

What his heart had been trying to tell him for years.

He held her back, slowly letting the force be strong enough to show intent but not harmful like he accidentally had let slip before.

He ducked his head down, then back, chest feeling gripped as he couldn’t get the words out right.

Every part of him screamed!

He had to say it! Now was the only time he had left TO say it.

If he didn’t ... he knew he would never let it get this... this bad or desperate again.

He would never allow himself to say it after today... or night? It was growing strangely dark, how long have they been out here?

He looked back on the falling sun, then up as if his gasps for air pained him, his chest still quivering and something warm in his stomach or bowls.

He crunched slightly, as if trying to stop this sensation.

As all this happened, she remained silent.

“...I.. Gosh darn it, Amy! I-!” he bit down on the words, as if he didn’t want to say them, but he knew he had too.

“I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT YOU!”

Her head jerked slightly up, but her eyes were hidden in shadows.

“I’ve always wanted to protect you, ever since I first met you, I’ve felt strangely drawn to wanting to be by your side! In your favor! I’ve always thought it a nuisance, never you! Just the desire to help you! Make you smile! Laugh! It’s all been so.. .so frustrating! After all this time, I don’t want anyone calling you ‘pretty’ or ‘there’s! I can’t stand it! You’re not there’s! You’ve always been my responsibly! Even if I didn’t want it, you were still there! I had to protect you! I had to keep you safe! I had to keep you, Amy... I ... I ...” he had kicked, squirmed, as if fighting each word coming out... until he finally lost, and slight tears formed so faintly that they dried up in an instant as he closed his eyes.

He gasped in his tantrum, the words he never let fall from his lips before.

“I hate that I love you so much... that I can’t let you go.”

“I can’t let you be free.”

“It’s the most selfish thought I’ve ever had...”

“To ever tell you ....”

“To tell you that I would marry you.”

“Just not now.”

“Not while I’m still running.”

“But you waited for me...”

“You never gave up.”

“I think that’s what I’ve admired the most Amy.”

“You waited till I had everything to give, and not enough strength to hold it back anymore.”

He felt something wet and looked down, seeing Amy’s tears as her eyes shook with unparalleled emotion.

“...Ah, geez.” he threw his head back again, letting the feeling of piercing the cold ground with the impact of his quills distract momentarily from how weak he truly felt, how vulnerable in that moment he was to her.

“I can’t stand that I love you.”

“Sonic...”

“I can’t even look at you.”

“Sonic, please...”

She reached up for him to look at her, placing her hands to his face.

“Call it destiny... or fate. But Amy. You had me at my name.”

He looked up at her, seeming to have been forced to say it all by his own heart and body tag-teaming it, but also looking like he faced his greatest fear and was so done with fighting it anymore.

He had drooped, almost unfeeling eyes then, as he spoke one last thing to her.

“Are you gonna kiss me now or what?”

Amy was so amazed that she laughed, offending him.

“Hey! What gives?! I pledge my loyalty and love and you laugh!? LAUGH!? Great, I’m hopelessly, and fiercely in love with a cynical woman.”

She shook her head, covering her mouth in her shock.

“Sonic..!”

“Go on. Say it. I told you so.” he turned his head, as if dramatic.

“I know you. You’ll plan the wedding arrangements. No matter how much I’ll protest.”

“No, Soniicc!!”

“You’ll tell the whole world the awful, tantalizing scandal of Miss Amy Rose and the infamous Sonic The Hedgehog.”

“SONNICC!!”

“You’ll have four kids and I’ll just tag along for the fun.”

“I’M LAUGHING CAUSE I’M SO HAPPY, YOU-! OH, I LOVE YOU!” she spread her arms out wide and fell right back on top of him, kissing him over and over, all over his sad little face that showed he truly gave in to his feelings, and had to accept that fact.

She kept repeating, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” As if that was a release for her.

He couldn’t help but get a softer face at each amazing wave or gush of warm feeling that spiraled throughout him with each kiss.

Suddenly, touch wasn’t an issue.

Suddenly, his shyness wasn’t even a thing anymore.

He... actually... liked this.

She wore out after a moment as her words became quieter, more muttery, as she realized he wasn’t pushing her away at all.

After seeing her face change, he leaned up and began letting his own declaration slip here and there... across the cheek, over the lips, passed the nose and down and up and over and across till he lost track of what the heck he was doing.

No more needs to be written, right? Self-explanatory, they’re in love, AU is a thing, and I’m going to bed. Nighty nighty!

#sonamy #sonicxamy #sonic au #sonamy prompt #sonic prompt #amy rose

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Reneé Appreciation week- day 5

last day for me! I know she deserves a full 7 day commitment, but this was the goal I set for myself and I’m pretty happy I managed it. This one’s a dragon au where the Schuyler sisters are the last living dragons and get adopted by Philip Schuyler as children. I’m actually kind of proud of it, and might continue it some day if anyone wants to send prompts/would like more. Please enjoy it!

[ Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 *Day 5* ]

There was no more room in the world for dragons. Really, there hadn't been ever since humans learned how to shoot explosions, their own dragon fire, strong enough to pierce dragon hide. Dragons were always feared, whether for good or bad reasons, and that was enough to spell their doom- if humans wanted something dead, they had a certain skill in making it so.

Heavens-sunset was scared of the future. She would never tell her sisters that. Oathkeeper-skies suspected, surely, being not so many years younger than herself. But true to her name, Oathkeeper-skies kept the pretense for their youngest.

Heavens-sunset worried the most for her youngest sister. Jewel-sunrise was a small, scrappy thing. Only half a single decade out of her shell, too young to fly, too young to breathe fire or defend herself, hide still soft and vulnerable where even Oathkeeper-skies was growing diamond-tough scales.

The real reason she was concerned, though, was in Jewel-sunrise's absolute fascination of humans.

“Look, can we not make peace with them?” For the hundredth time.

“The humans can't understand peace. They do not understand us, and so they would have us dead.” Oathkeeper-skies was patient, more than Heavens-sunset could be. Jewel-sunrise was old enough to understand language, surely this could not be so difficult.

“How can you know, if you've never tried?”

“There's a reason we are the last of dragon-kind!” Heavens-sunset finally snapped, snapping her teeth. Jewel-sunrise startled, scrambling back from the movement. Heavens-sunset felt guilty, for a moment.

“Maybe that's because we were always taking their treasures and their castles and their lands! That's how all our stories go!” Jewel-sunrise jumped onto the trunk of the tree they were sheltering under, clawing up to a higher branch. “We could be different!”

Oathkeeper-skies patiently but firmly stretched to the branch. With a simple, well practiced motion, her teeth hooked into the scruff of their foolish baby sister, drawing her down to earth with a petulant whine. “When treasures enter a dragon's hoard, they are ours, by rights. We preserve their artifacts for the millenia we are able, it is our right.” Those words were the standard response. Oathkeeper-skies heard it from Heavens-sunset, who heard it as a hatchling even younger than Jewel-sunrise, from their mother who died all too quickly.

“I bet the humans don't see it that way. And not because they're stupid, but because they worked very hard to make those things.” Jewel-sunrise, as bright in the mind as she was in her sunny yellow scales, wasn't voicing anything Heavens-sunset hadn't thought herself. Oathkeeper-skies shifted uneasily, equally discomfited by their sister's words. Heavens-sunset said nothing, and the conversation dropped.

The trouble that made them revisit Jewel-sunrise's words, in the end, was that there was quite literally no room for dragons. Humans always lived everywhere, but it seemed now they were more spread out than ever. There were the stretches of ice, the cold lands where humans were rare and more interested in plain survival. But Dragons could handle those temperatures no better than humans, their scales made to guard against claw and fire, not the fierce grips of cold and ice.

They were always on the move, made difficult with Jewel-sunrise's under-developed wings. Food was hard to come by. Shelter was hard to come by. And then they were spotted.

Heavens-sunset woke to flickering lights. The barn should have been left alone until well past dawn, it only held food and grain, not animals needing to be fed. But the scent of smoldering straw wafted under her nose. Whispers of human language filtered through the shadows.

With a sharp yowl, her sisters were up. Oathkeeper-skies froze at the sight- bright orange flames and choking, billowing smoke. Jewel-sunrise cried at the sudden stinging of her eyes. The fire wasn't the problem, of course. Even the smoke was a non-issue. Dragons were built for fire and heat and choking, acid smog. The only heat capable of harming a mature dragon came from the deep veins of the Earth. Jewel-sunrise was vulnerable, of course, but they could shield her well enough.

No, the problem was the humans that had them surrounded, armed with their personal cannons- their gunpowder and sparks. They could not afford to wait out the barn, soon to collapse.

“On my mark, we fly straight up.” Heavens-sunset warned, already drawing Jewel-sunrise into her protective claws. Oathkeeper-skies nodded.

The plan was as good as she could manage, but not good enough. They launched into the air, in perfect unison, soaring vertically and out of range of their muskets. Heavens-sunset, laden with her flightless sister, pushed with as much speed as she could force into young, beating wings. Oathkeeper-skies, younger and with newer, weaker wings, was a shade less quick. It was hard to hear through the shouting and the fire and the gunshots, but Heavens-sunset could never miss her sister's howl of pain.

Fire bloomed in Heavens-sunset's chest, but she could not turn back for vengeance. Not with her baby sister. Instead, she roared, distracting them. Oathkeeper-skies, blood dripping from her leg, pumped her wings harder. They fled over the woods, too dark to be seen, the terrain too rough for the humans to follow easily.

As soon as they were a safe enough distance, Heavens-sunset called for a rest.

“I'll be okay,” The first words from Oathkeeper-skies' muzzle, always trying to comfort others before herself.

“Let me be the judge of that,” Heavens-sunset scoffed, settling next to her injured sister to inspect the wound.

Jewel-sunrise crawled from under her, gasping at the sight. “Sister, you're hurt!”

“This is why we run, why he hide. When humans find us, they do this.” Heavens-sunset didn't wish to be awful. But the lesson was true, and it needed to be learned.

Jewel-sunrise drooped. “I'm sure they just thought they were protecting themselves. If only we didn't seem so frightening to them.”

Something about the specific phrasing struck Heavens-sunset. A faint memory of their mother, back when she was alone and her sisters were motionless, incubating eggs. “That's it,” She whispered.

“Is what it?” Jewel-sunrise cocked her head.

“A spell, I remember.” Heavens-sunset wracked her mind. “It was meant as a punishment for the worst of crimes.”

They walked out of the forest as three dirt streaked, clumsy human children.

A man found them, eventually. Rather, multiple men had, in their wandering travels, but this one had kindness in his eyes. The others weren't worth calling men.

“Now, what are ten little ones like yourselves doing all alone?”

Heavens-sunset pushed her sisters behind her, regardless of his kind looks. Their human forms had vulnerabilities that their dragon forms didn't. She had become intimately, unfortunately aware of that.

“Orphans.” The truth, in it's simplest form.

The man frowned, but didn't look surprised. “And you've no caretakers?”

They all shook their heads.

“Ah, I see. Well, if you're in need of shelter for the night, there's plenty of food and blankets at my house. You're all welcome to stay as long as you'd like” It was impossible to lie to a dragon, even in human shape. The offer was genuine.

Heavens-sunset looked back at her sisters. Oathkeeper-skies was long healed from her musket shot injury, but her eyes were sunken and stomach nearly caved. Jewel-sunrise wasn't hungry because food went to her first, but she was tired and grimy. All of them were. She didn't want to trust a human, but her sisters came first.

“I'm glad to hear that,” The man said. “My name is Philip Schuyler.”

And so, the last living dragons were eventually adopted by a barren man and his wife, after a series of mishaps and a tacit acceptance of their dragon nature as much as their humanity. Heavens-sunset became Angelica, still protective of her sisters, but now of her parents in equal measure. Oathkeeper-skies turned into Eliza, still finding just the right words to say, now for anyone that needed them. Peggy from Jewel-sunrise, just as ready to understand humans as she always was.

The Schuyler sisters thrived.

actually the idea of a dragon au in the first place is from @ur-fairy-god-dragon who has a dragon burr au. I don’t know anything about it besides the self explanatory name so the details are my own, but credit where credit is due.

#fic #reneeappreciation #dragon schuylers au #angelica #schuyler sisters

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syms-things-5 · 4 years

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Clear The Area - Chapter Fifteen (Part Three)

Previous chapter here

Warnings: language, some suggestive sexuality, and some good old angst

Tags: @jennmurawski13 @kelbabyblue Thanks for the support!

Notes: Hope you enjoy this, and apologies for my poor spelling and grammar.

Chapter Fifteen: Part Three

She woke up earlier than him.

It was half six when she stepped into the shower having given up on her sleep. It had been a hot, rather uncomfortable night and the aircon barely broke a chill through the suite.

It was taking some getting used to, this sharing a bed, especially with someone who insisted on snuggling into the back of her. Sarah wasn’t much of a cuddler and Chris knew this. She would much rather wrap herself up in blankets and drift off to sleep but it didn’t stop him from slowly inching his body towards her throughout the night. It was a case of putting up with it for fear of falling off the end and breaking something.

She barely moved under the shower head except to allow the water to rain down on her skin and hopefully liven her up for the day. She was anxious, more anxious than she anticipated she would be. She was always able to keep her cool under test conditions, probably why she became a nurse in the first place, but something about this particular exam was hitting differently and she wasn’t sure why.

She eventually got dressed and went back into the bedroom to sort her hair. He would be annoyed she’d woken up before him now that he had decided he was single-handedly responsible for all her breakfast needs that week. Admittedly, though, it felt nice being looked after in this way. Really, really nice. It was like having her own PA.

He was sleeping flat on his stomach, one leg poking out from underneath the covers. He had wrapped his arms around a pillow and his low snore was rumbling through the warm air in the room. It was confusing how anyone could find that position comfortable and not wake up having lost all feeling down one side of his body. His back muscles were relaxed but still resembled something Michelangelo could only dream of painting. He was, in all honesty, a ridiculous specimen of a man. A man that told her he wanted her to get some good rest and sleep as much as possible. Who had closed her textbooks, ran her a hot bath, and climbed in behind her to massage her shoulders. Potential lingered in the air last night but he was going to stick to his word and not get in the way of her work. He told her he was glad he was with her and happily settled for stroking her hair as she fell asleep. Her head was lying on his chest but when she felt his heartbeat settle and his arms loosen around her, she softly rolled away from him like he knew she inevitably would.

At various times, they found themselves getting into a very comfortable and, dare she say it, enjoyable routine. It was surprisingly easy to do so when the door was locked. He had used the hotel gym to give her some peace for a few hours each morning. He had kept her fed and hydrated when she would have most likely forgotten both having had her nose stuck in her books for hours on end. He had watched daytime television in the bedroom and failed to hide his tears when a charity had rebuilt an elderly man’s home following a flood. When she asked, he had helped to test her using the notes she’d prepped for the exam. He read scripts as soon as they had landed in his inbox. His team was politely shocked at his new-found efficiency.

When they weren’t fooling around on the sofa in the evenings, she had taken a break to read over some lines with him. While at first he was very kind and promising with his notes, especially with some kissing scenes he’d invented, they both knew she was definitely not suited for a life in front of the camera.

“Don’t overthink it too much. Just go with your instincts.” he encouraged her to continue reading with him for fun but she had given up when he had fallen into a fit of laughter as she attempted to arrest him.

“Yeh, no, my brain doesn’t really work like that.” she responded, holding up her hands in defeat.

“Please? I’m sorry, I promise I won’t laugh.” he pleaded. “Again.”

It was easy to get used to having him around but she finally realised how and why women fell for him hard. There was something very childlike about him, something innocent even if he was anything but when they dimmed the lights. He was gentler and quieter than she knew him to be, less sure of himself at times than perhaps the impression he wilfully gave away to the public. She heard the criticisms he levelled at himself when reading his lines out loud and saw first-hand the pressure he placed upon himself where his career was concerned. But for every committed step them took forwards as they learned more about each other, even after all these years, something started to pull her back.

“Hey...”

She was broken from her contemplation by his groggy drawl. He turned on to his side and laid his hand in the space she had previously occupied. One eye had yet to open and his hair was pointing in all different directions.

“It’s far too early to get up, y’know.” He stretched his arm out to connect with her leg curled up underneath her as she looked back at him. “Oh shit. I forgot. Is it really this morning already?”

She stayed looking at him from where she was sat before nodding. “I should only be a couple of hours but I’ll swing by that bakery down the street and pick us up something nice for lunch. They do those almond croissants you like.”

He sighed, taking her in and smiling. She’d tied her hair in a side plait and was wearing a slightly fluffy striped sweater that he wanted to run his hands over. “Yeh, that sounds really nice, Bernette.” He didn’t miss a beat. “I could meet you afterwards? We could go for a walk through the Park?”

“I might just want to come home and cry.”

“Hey now, you’re gonna ace this test. I can feel it.” He was fully awake now, purposeful in his movements towards her to help put her mind at ease. “if I was your patient, I would be ecstatic to have you working on me.”

She chuckled to herself. He was always so confident expressing himself. She was jealous of that. She wished she could be as confident and as sure of herself, like the rest of the family were. It was one thing in her that stood out in stark contrast.

“What have you eaten? I didn’t hear any room service.” He probed, a serious look now glazing over his features.

“Oh it’s fine, I’ll grab something on the way. I’m not all that hungry to tell you the truth.” She tried to brush off his protests but it only served to make him more concerned.

“You’ve got time yet, let me order something up.” He made for the phone but was stopped as she got up from the bed. “You need to eat something, Sarah. You’re gonna be sat there for hours. I don’t want you passing out.”

“Alright, thank you, Dad!” she laughed. “It’s fine! This is not my first exam. I know what it’s like and I promise you I will get something from Starbucks on somewhere else on the way.”

“You’re going now?!”

“Yeh, I could do with a walk to clear my hear. I always found that helpful when back in school.” She was talking from the lounge as she tried to locate her boots. Something else Shanna had chucked into her suitcase without her realising, but she wasn’t as annoyed with this one.

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll come with you.”

She re-entered the bedroom to find him rifling through his bag for new clothes. “Why?”

“Because I wanna support my girlfriend! Jesus!” He was sharper than he had intended but carried on with his search for fresh boxers, throwing out some old stuff in haste like he was searching for long lost buried treasure.

She just looked at him. He’d never used that word before. They’d never talked about it. He acknowledged her silence and stopped to look at her, jeans in hand. He saw her awkward stance and instantly felt like shit. This was not the morning to lay this on her. He knew the very next words out of his mouth would determine how they moved forward.

He paused before chucking his jeans on the chair in front of him. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” she responded but she wasn’t sure it was.

“If you wanna head off, that’s totally cool. I’ll be here if you need me. Just text me when you’re done, yeh?”

She nodded at him, offered him as reassuring a smile as she could manage before leaving the bedroom to gather her things. He didn’t follow her; she heard the bed creak slightly so he must have chosen to stay put instead. It was probably for the best. She didn’t want the image of his pitiful face to be her last memory before sitting in silence for 90 minutes, trying in vain to concentrate as hard as she could.

The test went about as well as expected, if what she had expected was to doubt her basic entry-level abilities. She was one of seven that morning, six if you discount the gentleman that walked out fifteen minutes after he sat down.

It was multiple choice. It really shouldn’t have been that difficult. The answer was hiding in plain sight after all. She was reminded of something her tutor once told her and her graduating class before they left the relative comfort of their college:

“There will always be someone who knows more than we do.”

He didn’t mean it in a disparaging way - at least she didn’t think he did - but more that you go from being one of the best in your class to being surrounded by people who are equally as bright and as intuitive as you may be, and who will all have had different experiences. He wanted to say that sometimes, there is no one right answer. It was more than passing a test and qualifying; you have to adapt. You had to soak everything up like a sponge or else you risk becoming redundant in the very profession you devoted your life to. No wonder Medicine had the highest quit ratio. Boy, had she been naive.

Shanna 11.41am: OK OK I kno ur probably still super busy bt i’m dying to kno how it went?? Txt me when you get a sec babe xxxxx

She smiled down at her phone before typing a series of vomiting emojis. That should just about sum up her feelings. Scanning her phone again, she found a couple of messages from Audrey but none from Chris. She was surprised but would be lying if she didn’t admit to being relieved.

She meandered down the street towards the subway, thoughts swaying between reliving stupid mistakes she had convinced herself she had made, to what kind of mood Chris might be in. She texted him that she was finished and heading back like she promised she would, then the train was bang on time so she didn’t even have the luxury of blaming delays. Her legs weighed like lead as she approached the suite doorway, her lack of sleep the night before finally catching up with her.

Everything was deathly quiet when she entered. She paused after shutting the door behind her but still couldn’t hear anything. Certainly no trace of another person being present. Confused, she walked into the bedroom and found a note left on the comforter. He’d gone to the gym and told her to message him when she got back. This might give her the excuse she’d been seeking to grab five minutes alone.

She flopped on to the bed and turned to the side to catch the pile of notes and textbooks he’d shoved there the night before. So much promise contained in those few pages. So much knowledge that it felt like she had no business attempting to absorb it for her own personal gain. Many highly accomplished physicians and scientists had bound their entire lives to the duty of finding answers to the human body’s potential for extreme trauma. What exactly would a young, angst-ridden girl from Michigan bring to the table?

The door went a few moments later and she realised she had closed her eyes. She was lying on her back with her legs hanging off the end of the bed as he walked in, slightly sweaty but nevertheless a sight for sore eyes. Seeing him in this state was the nicest thing that had happened to her all day and she regretted their tense conversation earlier.

“Dude...” he muttered as he dropped his towel on the chair by the door and joined her on the bed. He flopped down alongside her with a heavy sigh.

“Good workout?” she finally offered.

“Yeh, all good. Nothing too strenuous.” He replied like it was the most normal conversation in the world. “Good exam?”

“Oh yeh, same.” she replied just as casual as him before they both fell into a fit of giggles.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked after they had both calmed down.

She took a deep breath. “Not really.”

“You want me to guess?”

“Chris...”

“What?” his voice was a little whinier than he would have liked at this particular time. “I know you. You’re writing yourself off before you know what’s happened.”

“Who said I was writing myself off?” She pushed back. “It’s normal to feel like this. It’s just...nerves or whatever.”

“Yeh, well, there’s no point worrying about something twice.”

She didn’t want to talk about this right now. She was silently hoping he would make a move on her after refraining from touching her the night before when she was definitely in the mood for him. “It’s just...it’s hard to explain.” She got up from the bed and shuffled into the bathroom to remove what little make-up she had put on that morning.

“Try and tell me about it. What was it like? How many questions were there? How many people turned up?”

She threw the face wipe in the bin and ran the tap water to wash her hands. She knew he wasn’t going to budge from his trajectory. She knew he wasn’t going to stop picking at her to talk about it. She leaned her hands on the marble top and took a deep breath.

“It was harder than I imagined it would be. I think I just froze. Like, basic stuff I do day in and day out just wasn’t coming to me.”

“If doing auditions has taught me anything it’s that you always think you’ve done worse than you have. It’s just natural. The brain works in strange ways sometimes. It can trick you.” he reasoned, finally moving into the bathroom but not daring to reach out to her. He settled for backing up against the wall inside the doorway.

“I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be a good result, thought.”

“You don’t know that for sure.” He spoke softly, comfortingly. “You’re so smart and so capable of doing this. You just gotta believe in yourself.”

She nodded in acceptable of what he was trying to say and looked at him face-on. His brow was defined with those worry lines again which made feel a little crap, but he still had a boyish shine about him, no doubt because of the glow from his workout. She would have been a heaving red mess.

“What are you thnking about?” he asked.

She continued studying him, trying to arrange her thoughts. “Is this all there is to life?” she asked after another moment had passed. “You find something you like to do and that’s it, you just coast for 40 years?”

He contemplated her question for a second. “Yeh. Pretty much.”

Sarah huffed out a laugh, not fully appreciating his brutal honest at this moment in time.

“But not everyone is lucky to even get that far.” He moved into the bathroom to stand closer to her. “People can go years with no real clue of what it is they wanna do. You’re one of the lucky ones, Sarah. You figured it out when you were young, you did what you had to do and now you’re doing it for real. That’s less common that you think.”

It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate what he was trying to do, it’s just that often she had multiple anxieties convincing her of the opposite. It’s easy for him to say this, he’s already at the top of his game. He doesn’t have to other with the real world if he doesn’t want to. Most people don’t have the financial luxury of stopping to retrain as something different and Chris had always alluded to quitting acting while he was still young in order to take up something else, like carpentry or simply staying behind the scenes. He always figured he would stop when he had his first child but the reality for everyone else couldn’t afford them that same privilege.

“You are where you’re supposed to be.” He continued. “I don’t believe there is anyone better qualified at what it is they do than you. I believe that and I believe that you know that, too, deep down. You just gotta find the other stuff that keeps you happy in the meantime. Whatever it is that keeps you going.”

“What makes you happy?”

He smiled at her. “Well...what you see if what you get. Family, football, beer. Not necessarily in that order.” He was glad she was smiling again. “Spending time with the people I love. Recognising that I love them and that they love me back and that that love is wonderful.”

“You’re so lucky you don’t second guess yourself all the time.”

“Oh, believe me, I do.” he impressed. “It’s just that I learned some things a few years ago that helped me now. Like taking a deep breath and letting it wash over you. It’s natural to feel doubt but it’s what happens afterwards that really matters. It’s how we choose to perceive the things that happen to us, and how we move forward.”

“Anything has gotta be easier than feeling like this.”

“It’s not always a good thing. Sometimes you have to wait for other people to catch up.” He leaned onto the counter next to her, the mirror in front of them spotlighting them both and making them both appear a little pathetic in their current gait.

“I should start packing.” She whispered after a few more silent moments had passed by.

Neither of them made the effort to move but check-out was 2pm at the latest if Chris had bought it and she was almost certain he had. She would eventually need to make her way to the station and presumably Chris would simply head home in his car. Back to Boston. Back to reality.

“We still have some time. We could order up some lunch if you want to? I’m not entirely convinced you ate anything this morning.”

She watched him in the mirror as he turned to face her, a sterner look in his eyes. He was pretty certain he could read her face this time and her lip-bite told him he was right.

“Or we could do something else with the little time we have left.” He reached out his hand to touch hers, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles. She didn’t more away so he chanced his arm and pulled her closer to him before kissing the inside of her palm and wrist. “It was so hard last night.”

She smirked at him before it dawned on him. “I mean...you know what I mean.” He rolled his eyes. “It was hard for me to lie so close to you and not touch you. I really meant what I said, about you getting a good night’s rest but fuck me, it was difficult.”

“I know. It was hard for me, too.”

“We don’t get this kind of time together,” he looked down at her hands, held tightly in his. “And I’ve really, really enjoyed myself. I feel more normal around you. I can’t explain it.”

“It’s OK. You don’t need to say anything.”

This was the type of conversation Sarah would ordinarily run a mile from had it been with anyone else. Chris seemed to understand as well as he stopped himself from talking some more. She was being held in place by the literal limited space around her as he planted himself in her way. He looked down at her causing her to freeze up and, mentally, she began checking if she could feel her feet.

She slowly ran her hands up and down his arms in an attempt to sooth him. She saw him glance down at her lips and she hoped he would end the silence by kissing her but there was no such luck. He was trying to figure something out but what, she didn’t know. He was waiting for her next move.

“I don’t think we’ve thought this much about what happens, when...” he paused, gauging her for a response or an indication that she was OK with what he was about to say. Perhaps even anticipating it in some way. “Sarah, I have these feelings for you and they’re getting stronger and these past few days have told me that I’m right. Do you know what I mean?”

She did know. She didn’t much want to know, but she did. “Let’s pause this and figure it out another time, yeh?” He hands rubbed up to the rest of his shoulders. “Let’s just enjoy this while it lasts. There’ll be another time for talking.”

He wasn’t convinced but assuaged enough to kiss her again, a little harder this time. His hand slipped into her hair to hold her to him and she responded by wrapping her arms around his neck. They had time.

She should have known he would have had the idea to drive them both back home. Yes, there was no need for her to sit on a busy commuter train for three hours but still. She did almost say yes but she would feel awkward asking him to drop her off blocks away from her home and he would inevitably disagree and they’d argue. Not argue per se. They never really argued, but it would become a thing and she didn’t have the heart to disappoint him a third time that day.

They were in happy moods by the time they checked out. All ideas of having a more serious conversation had evaporated quickly after she pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. He had them both naked in record time even for him, and she made a point to memorise his face and the rush of red through his skin when she watched him cum hard underneath her.

She’d bought him a coffee from the cafe bar inside the reception and he’d thanked her with a gentle peck on the lips before slipping away via the underground garage, ball cap pulled down low over his eyes. She felt the light bruises form on her thighs and smiled to herself at the memory of where his hands had been when she walked into the apartment to find Shanna in tears. She froze on the spot.

“Oh my god, what the hell happened?” Finally finding her voice when registering the scene in front of her. Sarah dropped her bags and ran to the couch to wrap an arm around her friend. “Why are you crying?”

“I didn’t think you’d be back so soon. Sorry, I’m...” Shanna tried to gather her thoughts. “It’s stupid really. I don’t even know what I’m crying.”

“Well, it’s not stupid. It’s obviously something because it’s made you upset.” She pulled her hand inside the sleeve of her hoodie and used it to wipe away her tears. “Do you wanna talk about it? Is it something I can help with?”

“Not really.” This wasn’t the feisty Shan Sarah knew. “Turns out Robbie wasn’t interested in me after all because he’s asked somebody else out. I should have known really. He definitely wouldn’t be interested in me.”

“Oh love,” Sarah empathised.

“It’s not even like I was really all that bothered about him, honestly.” She continued. “It’s just, it’s been a while since someone decent asked me out on a date, y’know? Someone smart who had potential. Normally, they have to be drunk to even approach me and they just end up being dickheads. All of them.”

Knowing Shanna as well as she did, she knew Shanna wouldn’t appreciate an empty platitude. “I think it happens to the best of us. You should hear some of the tales Audrey has. She’s experienced some crazy shit.”

“Yeh? How did she meet Michael?”

“She didn’t make it easy for him that’s for sure!” she chuckled and felt relief at the grin now showing on Shan’s face. “The way she tells it, she stopped looking. Just stopped going to bars and clubs, spent more time doing the things she enjoyed and more time with her friends and family. Randomly met him at a march in the city, can you believe that? He wasn’t even supposed to be there but his brother dragged him along apparently.”

“I think she was right to concentrate on her friends and family. I should take a leaf out of her book. At least you can count on them to keep you sane.”

A sense of unease found its way into Sarah’s head. “Yeh, definitely. You never know when a good thing will strike and maybe this shows you that you know what you don’t want anymore. That’s gotta be a positive thing, right?”

“Yeh, it just feels a bit crap but I’ll probably feel better in the morning.” Shanna got up from the couch and Sarah sense it was more so to hide a few more tears. “I got some wine earlier, do you fancy a glass?”

“Uh yeh sounds good. I’ll just go and sort my stuff out.”

“Oh fucking hell!” Shanna smacked her hand to her face. “I’m so sorry! How did it go?”

Sarah held her bag loosely in her hand, her attempt at making a quick getaway to her room without discussing the exam a failure. “Oh, it was what it was. I won’t find out for a little while so no point worrying about it twice, right?”

“Huh, you sound just like Chris.” Shanna said before walking back into the kitchen. “I’m sure you did great, though. You always do.”

“Thanks.” She carried on to her room to dump her stuff. She would sort it out tomorrow. Right now, she figured Shan would want to get a little bit drunk and Sarah was on a late tomorrow anyway, so...it wouldn’t do them any harm.

“Hey, Sarah?” Shan called from the kitchen.

“Yeh?”

“Who did you have coffee with?”

Confusion set in as Sarah tried to figure out what Shanna was talking about. She peered her head round the door. “What?”

“Coffee today?” Shanna responded, holding a crumpled piece of paper in her hand. “This dropped out of your coat, I think. Coffee for two?”

Confusion quickly turned into full-blown panic as she realised what she had done. Fuck. “Oh, um, I just...” She stumbled over herself and felt her skin redden and get hotter. She must have looked a sight. “Um...it wasn’t...”

“Hey, listen, you don’t need to explain anything.”

“Oh no that’s not what it is-”

“-At least one of us is having better luck in the romance department.”

“Shan, it’s not-”

“-I’m so glad you and Greg are getting on well.” Shanna handed over the receipt to Sarah before regarding what must have looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights. “I mean that. He seems nice and you absolutely deserve to have some fun for a change. I know I haven’t been very supportive of this whole thing with Charlotte but I worry about you a little bit sometimes. After everything that’s happened, I guess I just didn’t wanna see you hurt again.”

Sarah was frozen to the spot. Numb. Shanna had put two and two together and thought the best of her friend. Sarah didn’t deserve that.

“He seems like he’s being really supportive right now and being the person that I should perhaps be. I will try to be better, I promise.” Shanna apologised.

Sarah looked down at the slip of paper in her hand and then to the floor, a little bit of feeling starting to return to her legs. “Shan,” she started quietly, so quietly that she missed it entirely and when she looked back up, Shanna was walking back into the kitchen.

“I mean it. You’ve always been amazing to me. Picking me up when I need it and looking after me. Everyone says I take you for granted sometimes and they’re absolutely right so I just wanted to say that I will back you up 100% from now on. No excuses. You and me against the world, right?”

Shanna flashed her a broad and hopeful grin and all Sarah could do was return a limp version in response.

“Let’s get that wine opened and you can tell me all about it.”

Shanna disappeared into the kitchen again. If she had stayed a second longer she would have seen tears form in Sarah’s eyes at the knowledge that she screwed everything up. She and Chris had diverted a conversation on the promise of having it another time but that was never going to happen. Not now.

How could it?

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