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ashes-writing · 2 years

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sweet emotion pt three | stranger things ; e.munson

A/N ; Like yesterday's post for Gareth's reader fic... This is not where I intended to go with this, not at all. But, I've been kinda giving the boys their little moments -because I can and I want to, so I guess it was just his turn today. Hopefully, you guys are enjoying these.

I promise, the next part is going to have brother sister moments in it for Dustin. Because I do really want to write the after to this, where they're watching movies together at Eddie's place or something...

Seriously, y'all have no idea just how much your feedback means and how much it really makes me heart happy, even if it's just a like or whatever. I'm not picky at all. I'll be honest, most of the time I really don't think anything I do share is gonna like.. go anywhere beyond merely getting out of my head. So when you guys take the time to read it, it blows me away. Thank you. Love you all! -Ashes

Pairing ; Eddie MunsonxHenderson!Fem reader

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; part I - part II can both be found by clicking. It's probably a good idea to go back and read those before this. Or be crazy and read this first then those, nobody's gonna know. The upside down + it's unholy terrors and Eddie's death do not occur here despite it being set in 86. Everyone is age appropriate, btw, reader is 18 and in Eddie's grade so there's like.. a year age gap. This isn't going to be as much of a slow burn as Steve's henderson!fem or Gareth's princess/rich girl!fem because frankly, I feel like maybe it'll be cute if it happens a little quicker (i love him and i'm impatient tbh.)

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Warnings ; bit of a gross situation with an older woman being gross towards Eddie while he's playing -making him visibly uncomfortable ; it's hinted that this is repeated behavior, with a confrontation to follow between reader and said woman. Uh... there's just a small hint that reader kind of fesses up -without really doing so, the way she feels. Lots of internalization and these two just being touchy-feely and cute.

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There are more people than you thought there would be and the second you’re standing in the parking lot hugging yourself against the cold wind while Astrid tries and fails to light a cigarette, the more you’re wondering if maybe you shouldn’t have stayed home. Especially when you hear a leggy brunette with a short skirt and a shirt so tight she couldn’t possibly have been able to breathe walks past talking about how she plans on getting railed by the singer in the band tonight.

Astrid rolls her eyes as the brunette vanishes through the door. “He never even looks at her, where she keeps insisting they’ll hook up is totally beyond me.” she’s shivering and her teeth are chattering, “I’m freezin my tits off, c’mon.”

“I..”

“God damn it, woman. There won’t be that many people here. Most of these,” she gestures to the vehicles crammed in the parking lot of the bar, “Are just guys gettin off down at the factory. They never stay.”

You swallow hard and nod. “If you laugh at me I’m giving you a twisted nipple.”

“Yeah, try it. Then I’m gonna yank your panties so hard they bury in your brain stem, woman.” Astrid laughs, sticking her tongue out at you. “Seriously though.. It’s going to be fine. Totally fine.”

“What if he does want her here though? Like… what if when he told me there was going to be a crowd, that was him trying to deter me?” you drag your hand through your hair and you pace a second or two, pausing to gaze at the flickering in the neon on one of the windows.

Astrid snorts. “But he said if you got nervous, you could go backstage. Why would he offer that to begin with if he doesn’t want you here?”

You laugh at yourself and take a long and deep breath. “Okay. Alright. Let’s go inside before I freeze the little bit of ass I do have off.”

“Girl.” Astrid glances back at your butt. “You’re just a walking delusion tonight, hm?”

“Ha. Right.” you stick out your tongue. Astrid pushes open the door to the bar and the two of you wander in. The warmth of the room feels better than the wind outside. Astrid catches sight of Gareth and she breaks her neck to get over to him, climbing him like a tree. “Baby. I missed youuu.” she drawls against his neck. And you’re smiling softly about it, shaking your head because you’re just happy for your best friend and Gareth is a sweet guy.

You shuffle your feet and play with the sleeve of your favorite black button up long sleeve. You catch sight of Eddie but he hasn’t seen you yet. Astrid has disappeared with Gareth and you’re not even about to go try to find her. You take a shaky breath or two and you make your way over to the bar to sit on a stool. Someone has Motley Crue playing in the back where some older men are playing pool on ancient pool tables.

You’re scanning the bar and playing with the sleeve edge of your shirt, zoned out. Edgy because your thing with crowds. You’re assuming that Eddie hasn’t realized you’re here yet ,,-or maybe he’s not looking, I mean c’mon, I saw the brunette with the legs and the boobs.” the thought comes just as you catch sight of Jeff peering out from the back. He ducks back inside the back room really quick and you’re just about to get up and walk… somewhere… but before you get the chance, Eddie’s making his way out, the bandana he normally keeps in his back pocket tying his hair back like a pirate on one of your mom’s book covers and all you can do is stare.

That’s nothing new.

You’re brought round from your daze by Eddie’s deep chuckle. He shakes you a little, tilting his head to look down at you in concern. “You’re okay, right?”

You nod to reassure him and give him your best smile. “I’m fine.” your answer is probably too quiet and definitely a slight falsehood but it can be argued that you’re starting to feel just a little more secure because you’re not alone.

“C’mon.” Eddie’s just noticed one of the rowdier old men slip in. One that doesn’t have a problem hitting on a younger girl because he’s let them take him home before. He grabs hold of your hand and starts to lead you towards the back and you’re laughing. He relaxes a little better when you’re away from the front of the bar.

You were trying to spot what was different besides the bandana tonight and then, it hits you. He’s wearing eyeliner. Tight-line, of course. But it makes bright brown eyes really pop, it makes them seem bigger. And you’re staring all over again. You step closer. The jolt that comes when you’re body to body with him has your breath catching in your throat. You bite your lip as you raise up on your toes. “Are you..” you giggle a little, “You’re wearing eyeliner. Holy shit… your eyes.” you bite your lip to make yourself stop talking.

“Hey!” he frowns. “There’s not a fucking thing wrong with eyeliner.”

“No! It’s not that, it just makes your eyes brighter, I swear that’s all I was getting at.” you ramble and then you scowl at yourself and go quiet as soon as you realize you were doing it. Palming your face. Which Eddie grateful for because you can’t see the stupid, goofy grin on his face.

“Thanks.” he mumbles when he finally pulls himself together. You finally manage to get yourself recovered from the fiasco your mouth and brain refusing to work together has created and you laugh softly. “Do you get nervous? When you play, I mean?”

“I used to. Now I just focus on the music.” Eddie shrugs. It’s the truth. The first time they played a gig here, he was out behind the bar throwing up when he saw the slim crowd. Now he’s done it so much and he knows how to focus on the music instead of any nerves he feels.

And as he answers you, he notes mentally that the music isn’t going to be the only thing he’s focusing on tonight. Because you’re here and he’ll be up there, in a trance. Also, he’ll be making sure that one rowdy regular doesn’t get a second alone with you.

Especially not since you’re wearing that one black shirt that hugs your body and the same jumper dress that you wore earlier in the week with thigh high stockings and your combat boots, which you’re wearing again tonight. And cue him, promptly getting distracted. Stepping closer to you. Doing that thing he does that he probably shouldn’t where he’s got his hands on your hips. It honestly seems like lately, there’s a lot of touching going on between you both.

He’s at least ninety percent sure that yours is nearly all friendly and the occasional bout of anxiety even though Dustin swears that it isn’t, but he knows that his reason personally is just the overwhelming desire to always have some part of his body touching some part of yours.

Especially when there’s a situation happening where you do happen to be a little overwhelmed.

“Dustin said he’d come to watch movies too. I think Mike’s mom was taking them to pick some up when I dropped him off.”

Eddie grins and laughs. “Awesome. They better not get anything lame.” he’s joking, of course but you nod in agreement. “That’s what I told him.”

Then you’re both quiet. And drifting closer together.

Jeff is grinning when he wanders over, reaching out to fluff at your hair, it’s become a thing with the guys because you’re not as tall as they are. Even Gareth is just a little taller than you. And they all think it’s fucking hilarious to fluff your hair or Astrid’s hair.

You stick out your tongue at him and he laughs, turning his attention to Eddie. “We go live in a minute.”

“Gotcha.” Eddie gives him a smirk and a thumbs up. He picks up his guitar and follows the rest of the band out onto the makeshift little stage set up in the front.

You and Astrid make your way out into the crowd and find a place to sit at one of the tables. And almost the second he starts to play Sweet Leaf, you can’t help but gaze up at him and grin brightly, nodding your head along to the song. It’s one of your favorite Ozzy songs of all time. You’re thrashing your head around and having a good time, laughing with Astrid. Forgetting momentarily about the crowd or the way you were freaking out over it a few minutes before.

Up on stage, Eddie’s smiling to himself. Eyes glued to you as he sings and plays his guitar. Watching you smile and thrash your head around, drum the table and just basically bounce in your seat because you’re having so much fun. He’s relieved that you’re not freaking out like you were before he walked out to you. He’s still reeling that you even showed up.

He’d done everything possible not to get his hopes up. But you’re sitting out in the crowd and you’re getting into the music and at one point he even hears you singing along. When he finishes the song you’re on your feet with Astrid, clapping, whistling and laughing.

The brunette that always tries to force herself on him and yells disgusting shit when he’s on stage is there too but tonight, with you being there, it’s so much easier to block her out.

But he’s worried. That you’ll hear her and you’ll be upset or get the wrong impression.

You hear the brunette in the too tight shirt yelling again.

“You realize he’s old enough to be your son, right?” you say it before you can stop yourself because she looks like she’s probably approaching your mom’s age, she’s just… Hot. Like a model on the cover in a magazine. In all the worst ways. All the fake ways.

The brunette must have heard you because she looks right at you. And she smirks. “Aw… is the little baby jealous?”

“Not really, I just think it’s kinda pathetic you’re saying all this shit when you know he’s old enough to be your son. And it’s gross and it’s making him uncomfortable.” you answer with the mildest shrug. Your heart is racing a little, you’re a little nervous because once again, your big mouth has written a check your ass probably can’t cash.

Sensing blood in the water because she sees the way you’re gripping the can of Sprite in your hand, Astrid tugs your sleeve. “After this one we’ll go outside.. So things don’t get bad.”

You nod and smile.

But the brunette’s suggestive remarks turn to downright crude ones and it’s almost as if she’s pushing. Picking at an exposed nerve. And god help you, your jealousy and that hot temper you rightly inherited from Claudia Henderson, those come into play. When you see Eddie cringing at some of the worst shit she’s said, you go to stand.

Astrid grabs your hand and pulls you back down.

“Outside.”

“Yeah,yeah. Okay, alright. Outside.” you mumble.

The band takes a break and Astrid pulls you up, the two of you making a beeline for a door that leads out back of the bar. Once you’re outside, you’re ranting and pacing, letting your irritation at the woman’s behavior be heard.

“It’s just disgusting, I mean.. He’s uncomfortable. It’s pissing me off because I know he’s too damn nice to say anything. But not me. Noooo. I’m going to choke her if she keeps it up.” you’re so caught up in your little rant that you don’t stop and think about what you’re saying and this is probably why you end up sort of halfway revealing that you feel at least something towards Eddie.

And in the midst of it, two things happen.

One, Eddie happens to walk out. But he stays out of sight because he’s at the van, looking for a string for Jeff because one of the strings on Jeff’s guitar broke during their attempt at Ace of Spades. He can hear bits and pieces of what you’re saying in the alley, it’s not like you’re trying to be quiet. He freezes mid-grab when he hears you tell Astrid that you care about him too much to just sit back and listen to the woman being disgusting. And when Astrid laughs and teases gently, “You mean you love him.. Right?” you don’t really say anything.

Which has him curious. And his mind being the way it is, he takes this a thousand different ways. By the time he’s gotten the pack of string for Jeff, he’s halfway convinced himself that if anything, you love him like a friend.. Or maybe, to make it really awkward, you see him as another brother now, because of the bond between him and your own little brother and the way your mother is always quick to invite him over if she sees him out and about in town.

Because that has to be it… Right?

He can’t even fathom the reality being anything else because he’s just… Not used to good things at all.

Two, the older brunette woman in question happens to walk out and she spots you. And she walks right over. Smirk growing wider with each step she takes. “Only pathetic person I see in there is you. Just say you were jealous because he might’ve been looking at me more than you and go, you little bitch. Don’t you know?” she takes a long drag of her cigarette and blows the smoke right at you and you step away, scowling with your arms folded, “The boys in the band only like the girls like me.”

And yes, it does get in your head. It got in your head earlier in the night when you saw her and heard her in the parking lot on your way in. But right now, that’s not the thing that has you furious. She’s making one of your friends uncomfortable. You’re not stupid, you’ve spent enough time hanging around with and tutoring Eddie Munson by this point to know damn well when he’s not comfortable with something and you could see it in his eyes when she got real disgusting and thirsty during that last song before the break.

“Whatever you say.” you’re dismissive. Smirking. “You don’t actually know the guy, by the way.. If you did, you’d have seen the four or five times he looked like he was about to hurl when you felt the need to tell everybody in the bar what you’d let him do to you.” your fist clenches when she steps closer. You’re a breath away from just slapping the taste out of her mouth and the only thing stopping you is the fact that maybe she’s right… Maybe she is his type. You’ve seen the mags in his room that he doesn’t hide well at all. She does kind of resemble at least one of the women on the cover. And it bothers you just a little when the thought arises. Enough so that you don’t do it, you lower your hand before you go through with it.

Astrid steps between the two of you. Because this isn’t you in a crowd anymore. This is person to person. And you’re one hell of a lot braver -and mouthier, when it’s person to person. Especially when it comes to someone you care about, because you bloodied Carver’s nose not even a week ago because you overheard him saying some really nasty shit to Chrissy when the three of you were in the gym at the same time.

Nobody fucks with the people you care about. These people include your little brother -anyone can ask that little idiot Troy how that went because you scared the living shit out of him once when he made Dustin almost cry, Astrid - an old boyfriend was spreading around disgusting rumors last year and you not only upturned your entire tray over his head in front of everyone but you also somehow managed to sneak out during class and let the air out of his front tire and the back one, then you hid the little caps that went on the valve stems, your mother - she’s seen you stand toe to toe with your father when your father promised to do something and then went back on it, you ripped him a new one because your mom cried because she had to explain to Dustin that his dad didn’t have time to make it to one of his camp events, and then there was the thing with Chrissy and the way you just calmly turned Jason’s entire face for him after you dragged him for everything he was worth. And if the way you’re getting worked up and angry on his behalf is anything to go by, Astrid thinks, you really care about Eddie Munson, despite the overwhelming fear you feel in even admitting it.

As all this is happening, you have no clue that Eddie Munson has overheard at least half of the whole thing. And he’s now approaching, ready to break things up before they get out of control. And his mind is absolutely reeling because there’s so many different ways to interpret you not answering when Astrid outright said you were in love with him and right now, he’s more concerned about you and getting you out of this than he is grilling you or getting too wrapped up in his own equally pessimistic thoughts.

“Hey, hey. Hey!” Astrid’s snapping her fingers to keep your eyes on her and not glaring a hole through the brunette. The brunette is laughing. “Let the little girl go, by all means, sugar.”

“Oh no, no ma’am.. You absolutely do not want me to do that.” Astrid tells the other woman. “I can assure you, you definitely do not want that.”

“Lemme go, A.” you’re trying to push through the barrier of your best friend’s arm. “Maybe then this bitch will learn to leave someone who’s clearly not fuckin interested alone and stop fuckin harrassing him.”

“Okay, alright.” Astrid lowers her arm and you’re just about to lunge straight at the other woman when you feel strong arms wrap around your waist, picking you up to stand you behind him. Eddie’s got his arms folded and he’s staring down at the older woman.

“Ya know she’s here with me… Right?” Eddie’s calm when he says it. But there’s a certain small hint of territorial that seeps into the honeyed words as he looks at the older woman. “Just gonna put this to rest right now, alright? Just so you’ll finally get it. I was nice before, but..” he twists at the ring on his index finger as he gazes down at it and takes a deep breath, “now you’re messing with her. So I’m not going to be.”

The woman is starting to get what he’s hinting at, but Eddie doesn’t trust her comprehension level fully, so he just says it outright. “You’re not my type. I’m not even interested in you a little, okay? I asked her to come here tonight. Did I ask you to?” Eddie questions.

“You’re a jerk.”

“And you’re a bully.” Eddie says it so calm. “You can go now. I kinda want to have a minute with my girl before I gotta go back up on stage.” and he waves his hand at her dismissively.

The older brunette leaves in a huff and Eddie’s looking down at you with a mixture of concern and amusement. You’re rambling and ranting, and you apologize at least ten times, but he doesn’t care.

It’s one of the few times someone other than his uncle, Gareth or Jeff or even your own little brother as of late, have stood up for him. Without being forced into it somehow.

He’s definitely mind-blown. Touched by it.

“Hey, hey.” he’s got you looking at him now, one hand on your hip and the other on the column of your neck, “It’s okay. I mean it, it’s okay.” he’s trying to reassure you. You take a deep breath and nod, swallowing hard. But he doesn’t let go right away and for a second or two, in the heat of the moment he’s almost tempted to just say to hell with tiptoeing around the way he feels because your lips look so soft and your perfume’s lingering heavy in his nose and it was just so fucking… Hot to watch you get protective just now. But he knows how skittish you are and he knows that he could very well be misunderstanding everything and thus, it’s not a good idea to react the way he wants in the heat of the moment. He settles the overwhelming urge to kiss you by stroking your cheek instead. And he chuckles quietly. “Thank you.. For that. I’ve wanted to tell her to fuck off a while now.”

You manage a weak smile and nod and he can feel your body starting to release a little of the tension you’d had built up. He goes on to reassure you again, “I’m not mad, okay? I mean it.”

“Okay.”

The wind is picking up and it’s time for the band to go back on anyway. Eddie slips an arm around you and leads you back inside the bar where Astrid is sitting in Gareth’s lap at his drum kit. Astrid was right earlier. The crowd has died down a lot. You’re starting to relax a little more.

Eddie spots the rowdy older man eyeing you up and wordlessly, he gives the man a disgusted look as he pulls you closer to him. You lean into Eddie’s side and take a few deep breaths, grinning like an idiot to yourself, grateful that he’s too preoccupied with talking to Jeff about the rest of the set list for the night to actually look down and see you and the look on your face right now.

And if you weren’t already sure you were head over heels in love with him, tonight just cements that. And it’s something that gives you this rush but somehow, it’s terrifying to comprehend all at once.

And all you’re left with is wondering whether you can actually be okay with just being his friend given the way you feel and knowing you’re too scared to make that leap…

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pacifymebby · 2 years

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Hiiiiii so me and my guy are hanging out tomorrow and I’ve got no idea what we’re doing yet. And seeing as we’re in the honeymoon period we’re really keen on each other physically and like it’s really hard to hold that back as I’ve been enjoying it so much but I’d really like to get to know him better if you get me?? Like I don’t want to get six months into a relationship with him and realize I don’t know shit about him! I mean that’s a bit dramatic but you get the point. Another problem with that is that I find that I’m quite a boring person. I don’t have much going on in my life right now to spark conversation and I have a hard time consuming media so not much to talk about. Do you and B have much in common when it comes to interests? Because I feel like me and him don’t really have that many common interests but I’m always willing to listen to someone who wants to speak about theirs and he seems like the type of guy who would do the same for me (although I’ve not got much to talk about lol). But do you think that’s enough? Like being willing to listen and learn about another’s interests and not having prior knowledge or interest in it? I guess I’m just kind of afraid and insecure that he’s going to realize I’m not as cool as he thought I was and that he won’t be into me anymore. Haha sorry for the rant and as always thank you for the help ❤️ - age gap crush anon

I mean thing is you probably are more interesting than you think you are for a start. What music do you like? What was the last bit of media that actually caught your attention?

A thing me and B have in common is that we're both ridiculously behind the times when it comes to pop culture. Neither of us have watched all of stranger things for example. I never saw squid game. Me and B do have some shared interests, we're both into music (and there's some crossover in our taste but like, he likes soooo much and I'm really fussy, he likes hip hop and jazz and idk funk, and I like indie and shoegaze and old motown stuff, my favourite bands are Roxy music and Slowdive, and B knows like one Roxy album and thinks slowdive are boring)

Again with TV and films and stuff, B has never seen Lord of the Rings and doesn't think he has the attention span, but they are my favourite films. He does say hell watch them with me one day though. He likes Twin Peaks and I had never watched it, so we've been watching it together recently.

I love reading and writing and B literally does not read and doesn't understand literature at all. If I show him my poetry or writing he's like, I don't get it but I support you you're very talented. And I know he hasn't understood it one bit and doesn't know what to say haha

He's fucking obsessed with stats and really likes to talk to me about data sets, but I don't understand that shit at all. I still like listening to him talk about it though.

But the love and support is there ya know and that willingness to get to know someone's interests and stuff. You don't have to like everything the same and actually j think it's good to have bits of yourself that are yours and that you don't share because it helps you hold onto your own identity within the relationship. You're two different people who fit together well. Think of it like the yin and yang symbol right, to yins wouldn't fit together. You need those differences.

Try not to be too para about getting to know him and stuff, the more time you spend together the more you'll get to know of eachother naturally but also you should just talk about your week and like what you have done. Even if that stuff is fucking dull.

You can also bond over the fact that you don't like stuff. Like me and B hate a lot of the same stuff but like different stuff and actually I think that works really well.

You can ask this guy if he's watched anything good or read anything interesting or whatever, and if he's super busy ask him about what he's been doing like, you can say how was your week and let him talk. If he's a talker he'll probably just naturally tell you loads and then within that you can respond to it and talk about stuff back, or ask him questions and all that ya know?

I think it's easy to get para about it but you're probably just over thinking stuff.

If you're worried though you can say it to him, you can be like I don't know much about you, and do it in a cute way idk, tell him you wanna get to know him or whatever, like I'm sure hell want to get to know you too. You can totally say you don't even know what you like or something haha.

Honestly I'm sure you'll have stuff in common and also, you can bond over disliking something he likes and the other way too. Me and B bond a lot over him teasing me over my music taste or me just bejng like wow u nerd, or point blank saying I have no idea what he's talking about. Like we tease eachother about our uncommon ground all the time.

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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"9-1-1, what is your emergency?"

I've heard that on TV shows all the time, but hearing it with my own ears is new. I'm scared.

"Hello, hi, uhm." What do I say? How do I do this? "I'm on interstate four, right by the exit to route 408 and I just watched a car go over the side." It feels not real, feels like I'm watching an action movie or one of those dashcam tiktoks that find their way onto my for you page from time to time.

"What interstate four, northbound or south?"

I look to the sign, forgetting that I've driven on this road a million times, still reeling. "North- northbound on four."

"I've dispatched emergency services to you. Can you see the driver?"

I can't even see the car, just the chunks taken out of the concrete barrier where the car hopped it, can see the brake lights still though. "Not where I am but I'm- I pulled off to the shoulder, I can get out and go see if they're okay."

"You don't have to do that, ma'am." A million things are running through my mind, but one sticks out.

"I'm, uh, I'm first aid trained, and I took an EMT class for extra credit in college, I might be able to help?" I turn my keys in the ignition, make sure to keep my hazards on and pocket them, dig through my glove box for the bare bones first aid kit I got when I got the car last year.

"Emergency services are 5 minutes out. I can walk you through helping and give them a better picture if you go over there, but you don't have to. Help is on the way."

"I'm going to see if I can help." Opening the driver's side door seems much too scary, with cars whizzing past going well over the 65 miles per hour speed limit. It's 3 in the morning, and there are no speed traps on this stretch of the interstate. People speed, and they go way over. Instead, I opt to climb over to the passenger seat, careful not to accidentally turn off my hazards, and start over to the crumbled concrete and brake lights. I can hear the driver before I see him, yelling for help. I call out to him.

"Thank god, can you call 911?" He yells, and then I see him. He's laid up between the dash and a cracked but not shattered windshield, curled to see me through the passenger side window, which is gone.

"I'm on the phone with them now, they're, how many minutes is it, 911 lady?"

"Gigi, two minutes out. Can you see the driver? Does he have any visible injuries?"

"Two minutes out, yeah, he's got cuts on his face and his arms, and-" It registers then, that I can see the bones of his arm jutting out of his elbow, and his leg is bent at an impossible angle, and his nose is much too bloody to still be intact. "I think a couple broken bones, too." It's then that I hear the sirens, loud honking, and look to see flashing lights moving down the road. "They're almost here, dude, just keep hanging out."

There's really not all that much distance between where he went over and the ground, so it's easy to clear the wall and land on the ground. Up closer, I can see the puddle of blood he's laying in, bubbling steady out of a large cut in his leg. A flash of my EMT class comes through, it's an artery, somewhere in his leg, and you need to tourniquet it, like ASAP. The truck is still honking, backed up in the saturday night orlando traffic and people pulling to the side to let them through and while I can see and hear it, there's a good half mile wall of bumper to bumper pulling off to give space. No clear path.

"Hey, are you, how do you feel?"

"I feel like shit for crashing my buddy's car, but that's about it right now. Why?" Asking that after you hopped an embankment crashing a car seems kinda weird, but ok?

"I think I need to, like, help you with your leg? Can I?" He nods. I close the distance between me and his car door and manage to open it enough so I can get in the car. It's awkward and there's no real good footing, but I manage to wedge myself in enough to get in a stable spot. "Let's see if I can remember how to do this. I need-"

Ever the helpful phone call, Gigi reminds me. "You need to tie something just above where he's bleeding, tight as you can. A cut seatbelt, a t shirt, something like that." There is nothing like that in my immediate vicinity except for my own shirt, which, I can give up my shirt for this guy, there's another one shoved somewhere in my trunk. It gets stripped off quickly and Gigi helps with directions all the way through. My hands shake vigorously, but I manage to get it to the point where I can't visibly see volumes of blood pour out of him, so I count it as a win.

I look at the truck, still pretty stuck where it is, but the ambulance is getting through, still huge but better able to work through the gaps between the large quantity of cars.

"Am I going to die? Is that why you keep looking to see where they are? Cause I'm going to die?"

"No." I speak firmly despite the panic coursing through my veins, the fear that I might be lying right to his face. "No. The paramedics are almost here and they're gonna help you and get you to the hospital and all that. You're not gonna die." I read somewhere once that in that situation you have to reassure people. They don't fight to live if they think they might die.

The stretch of time that passes before there's an EMT in front of me feels like a lifetime, even if it's only a couple of minutes. And the first thing I notice is that his gaze travels down my body, catching at my chest and oh, yeah, I gave my shirt to the bleeding guy and should probably get out of the paramedic's way. I make to go back and get the extra shirt I know I have in my backseat but I get stopped on my way by another EMT who wants to check and make sure I'm okay.

"I wasn't in the car, I called it in." I wave my phone, which still has 911 on the line, but the paramedic insists, points to a cut on my arm I hadn't realized I'd gotten. I get led to sit on the tailgate of an ambulance, watching firefighters run past from the truck that finally got through carrying loads of stuff, heavy equipment with ease. Nimble fingers clean out the cut before deciding it's not deep enough for stitches, just using steri-strips and wrapping it in gauze with gentle hands and a reserved smile.

"Jade, we need to get going with him!" The first EMT I saw calls while running with a gurney, the guy from the accident strapped against a yellow board with my work shirt still tied around his leg. The paramedic helping me jumps into action, ushers me into the ambulance and helps the guy get the gurney in.

"Sit down, buckle up." He says, looking at me. Jade turns and gives me a bit of a sympathetic look.

"He's always like this. You have to get that checked in the ER still." Oh. Okay. I sit down, strap into the seat, and the ambulance starts moving before the doors are fully closed. They get the car guy all hooked up to all kinds of machines and fuss over him, till the monitor beeping with what I assume is his heart rate steadies, and then the EMT guy visibly relaxes, eyes landing on me again. I cross my arms over my chest, much more self conscious of my state of dress with his gaze on me. He's, unfairly attractive, wavy blonde hair and toned skin, wrapped in an unbelievably tight uniform.

"D'you- here." And then he starts unbuttoning his uniform shirt, and I'm sure my eyes go wide. There's another shirt on under, just as tight with the fire department logo emblazoned on the chest of it. He shrugs off the button down and pulls the t shirt over his head and dear lord, why the hell do men feel so called to wear wife beaters under their clothes, I wanna see how fucking hot he is. The t shirt gets tossed into my lap. He really just- gave me the shirt off his back. My gaze locks on to it, only being torn away from the offending garment when he clears his throat and I snap back up to see him, button up back on his shoulders but undone, face sheepish and what I'd guess to be a blush tinting his skin further in the half dark of the ambulance. "You looked uncomfortable."

It's my turn to go red, flush covering most of my skin and incredibly visible. "Thanks." It takes a moment of maneuvering to get the shirt on with the seatbelt, but it's warm and smells of laundry detergent and a hint of cologne.

"Dream, only fuckin' you." His head whips to the other EMT.

"Only fuckin' me what? Huh?" Jade just laughs, head shaking from side to side.

"Only fuckin' you would give the first girl your age on a call the shirt off your damn back." If he wasn't blushing before, he is now, reaching a hand up to rub at the back of his neck.

"Sorry if that's weird."

"No, it's- I appreciate it." I do.

"Good work, with the tourniquet. He'd be dead by now without it." Is that really the best thing to say while the guy can hear us? Maybe not. Speaking of the guy,

"Is his leg supposed to turn blue like that?" The relaxation in his face vanishes that instant as he hauls up, moves to where he can look up close at the leg, tearing up the leg of the guy's pants.

"Jade, I need to set it so he can keep the leg, can you keep him still?" A distinct yes, and then I get to watch as his muscles flex, hands gripping tight to the broken leg of this guy, and then an audible crack resounds through the small space of the ambulance as he pushes his body forward. The car guy's closed eyes shoot open, mouth gaping in a yell of pain underneath of an oxygen mask. I'm sure that probably hurts like a bitch, and suddenly I am very grateful that I've never broken a bone.

There's not much left in the ride. The two EMTs, Jade and Dream, mainly continuing to work on keeping his monitor from making the erratic beeping it has been letting out from time to time. The ER is a blur of people bustling around the guy, but I get led from the ambulance by a doctor to check the cut on my arm before he comes to the same conclusion that no, I do not need stitches, but that I do need to change the dressing once a day and gives me some disinfectant cream to put on it when I do. While he cleans the wound out, he asks in a lilted british accent. "Did you really tourniquet the guy with your shirt?"

"Yeah, I did. The one thing I remembered from my EMT class, really came in handy." I joke, and he laughs.

"Well the guy is lucky you did. You're an EMT?" I shake my head, and wince a bit when he presses a bit too hard.

"Nah, I wait tables at the Waterfront in South Orange. Took an EMT class for a summer course cause I thought it'd be fun." He hums, turning to grab more bandages to rewrap my forearm.

"Well maybe you should look into it. Quick thinking like that would get you far there."

"I might." It's a real possibility. My accounting major proved to get me the single most boring desk job ever, and I've been looking into other career paths recently. He smiles at me when he finishes wrapping, pulls a card out of his pocket and a pen, scribbles something on the back of it.

"Put me as a reference if you decide you want to." That's, incredibly nice.

"I will, thank you, uhm," The name stitched into his coat is hard to make out. "Doctor Davidson?"

"George. You're good to go, just need to fill out a little paperwork and then you can leave." He walks over to grab a clipboard and a form, brings it back to me, and then heads over to another bed with a little girl in it, pulling a curtain closed behind him.

A week later, I find myself outside of the massive firehouse on Central Boulevard. There's a couple guys in shirts that match the one in my hand outside washing a firetruck, and one notices me and comes over. He's cute. Dark hair that's a little longer than a boys regular, scraps of facial hair on his cheeks, and brown eyes that crinkle at the edges when he smiles.

"Y'need help with something?" His voice confirms the fact that he's young, and it takes me a minute to pull my eyes away from the way his sleeves are tight around the muscle of his arms.

"Uh, yeah, I'm looking for Dream?" I hold up the shirt and the brownies I made as a last minute addition for the firehouse.

"Ahh, shirt girl. Follow me." He heads into the building through one of the massive garage doors, and it is remarkably clean inside. He heads up some stairs to a balcony that overlooks the firetrucks, and both of the paramedics who had helped me are sitting there, talking over plates of pasta. The guy leading me clears his throat and they both look up.

"Hi." I say awkwardly with a small wave. "I brought your shirt back." Dream flusters, standing up to take the shirt from my hands with a thank you and I give him the brownies, too.

"Dream, cough them up, I want one."

"Sap, shut the hell up, here." He places them gently on the table.

"Okay, what's with your guy's names? No way his name is Sap." All three of them laugh.

"They're nicknames." Dream laughs. "My real name is Clay, and his is Nick. Jade is just Jade though, haven't gotten a nickname for them yet." He looks over his shoulder back at his coworker. "Coward." I feel like there's a story here that I don't know, but I don't press for it.

"I mean, I told you my last station called me Storm, so unless you can top that you can call me Jade and nothing else." I like Jade. Jade's funny.

Clay just rolls his eyes, no real malice behind it. "It's gotta be one we give to you. I'm thinking something about you being our getaway driver."

"Dream if you make a baby driver joke right now I swear you will not live to see tomorrow." He laughs, hard and wheezing, sounding nearly painful.

"Fine, fine." He turns to me. "Thank you for returning this." There's a distinct red flush creeping up his neck, but his smile is genuine, green eyes bright with it. Shit. Why do they have to be unfairly attractive? Who's idea was it? Huh? "I'll walk you out."

He walks me all the way to my car, standing awkwardly next to the door of my car.

"Well, I'll let you get back to work. You got lives to save."

"Wait," He says, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "I'm sorry if this is too forward, but could I get your number?" Oh. Oh.

"Yeah, of course." He hands me his phone and I punch in my contact, handing his phone back to him. "You should text me so I have yours."

The smile on his face is fitting, full of white teeth and bright happiness. "I will."

I don't think I put my phone down for a week. Clay and I text nearly non stop, and I learn a lot about him in the process. He has a cat (a beautiful tabby named patches who purrs very loudly), he's from Orlando (born and raised, baby.), he wanted to be a firefighter because his dad was one, but his mom who's a nurse had him take EMT training instead (I owe her everything for that), and that he's off work this Friday and wants to head out for drinks with a couple of his fire station buddies and me. I also start getting snapchats from that cute coworker of his, Nick.

I can't tell if Nick intends to be flirting with me or is just trying to get to know the girl his "best fucking friend" is talking to, but... I am definitely feeling some type of way about both of them. It's great, the attention is nice, until Nick invites me out to drinks with them on Friday night not three hours after Clay does.

I feel like my best bet is to be honest with them. I'm not one for lying. And then a new groupchat shows up on my phone. It's got Clay and a number I don't have saved in my phone, and there's a message sent, and then another. I'm scared to open it.

I expect it to be both of them mad that I'm talking to the other and instead it's not? There's a message from Clay and it's-

Dreamie

Hey, I just talked to Nick and wanted to make this groupchat with the three of us. I'm not mad you're talking with him, and he's not mad you're talking to me. We both really like you, and are open to letting you make the decision for yourself if you end up with one of us. Just wanted to communicate that with you :)

And another from who I'm assuming is Nick that says:

Unknown Number

its up to you what happens and if your not ok with this then just tell us and we'll back off.

It's not something I've experienced before talking with two guys at once. Talking with two guys at once that know and work with each other with their consent? Never would have imagined it in a million years. But this is probably the best way to go about it.

Three more days pass before I see either of them in person, still having plans to go out for drinks with Clay on Friday. I end up sandwiched in between the two of them in a both of some firefighter bar on the south side of the city. I feel awkward tucked between them until I get a bit of alcohol flowing through my veins, and then conversation comes like second nature. It's not crazy eventful, feels like I'm hanging out with close friends rather than basically strangers, and it's nice.

The night passes quick, but it's still fun, especially when Clay drives me home and drops me at the bottom of my apartment building with a promise of more plans and a quick kiss that leaves him blushing all the way to the tips of his ears.

In the morning, I wake up to go into work and see a text from Nick, inviting me to dinner with him tonight. I shoot back with a sure, I'd love to. Getting off work at four so that's perfect. and he just sends back a :) and an "I'll pick you up at 7." that makes my shift drag on and on. True to his word, he's outside my apartment building at 7 pm sharp in a button down with his hair brushed neatly behind the wheel of a toyota corolla.

"Where are we even going for dinner?" Nick just shoots me a smile and fucking winks at me.

"You'll see. It's a surprise."

It ends up being some hole in the wall chinese restaurant with what Nick claims is "the best moo goo gai pan in the city". It's fucking amazing, that's for sure, a steaming wok full of it in front of the two of us with plates of fried rice to go with it. It's not an experience I've had at a restaurant before and it's insanely fun. Nick pokes fun at my inability to use chopsticks, tells stories about his friend making fun of him for not being able to use them and learning how at three o'clock in the morning. We're constantly laughing between bites of amazing food, and this easily makes my top three first dates of all time. He refuses to let me pay for my half, but he does let me get the tip after I insist several times that its the least I could do.

We're halfway through a really good conversation about something that doesn't matter when he pulls up to my apartment, and, not wanting that to end, I invite him upstairs with me.

"Oh? It's my turn to come up with you?" He teases, and I'm confused for a second before I realize, oh yeah, I'm essentially talking with him and his best friend.

"What do you mean turn? Clay didn't come up with me, he-" It's probably not the best idea to say he kissed me, I don't want to make Nick jealous. "He dropped me off at the door and he said goodbye." It's not- a lie, per say, but the second it passes my lips I feel guilty, knowing that we need to be honest for this to even have a shot at working. "He kissed me goodbye though." Honesty. We need honesty.

I don't really know what to expect as a reaction from him, but it's not a smile, cocky as ever.

"Does that mean if I go up with you that I get a kiss too?" Nice, easy, no drama with honesty.

"Maybe. You'd have to come find out." The grin he's got stays plastered to his face the whole time we're in the elevator, the whole time he's talking mindlessly about the distinct lack of fire safety in the building, the whole time I'm fighting with the works half the time lock on my door. "It's probably too late for coffee, but I have tea in the fridge or coke, or water if you want it." I say, turning to close the door behind us.

"I'm all good, thank you though." The smile's still there, crinkling his eyes and baring white teeth. "Could go for a kiss, now that I think about it." I shake my head, but still, I laugh.

"What is it that they call it?"

"Kissing? Lip locking? Smooching?"

"One track mind." That one earns a laugh, a hearty one from deep in his throat.

"You're funny." He says, grabbing my hand and gently tugging me to come sit on the couch with him. "And cute." He sits, pulls me with him so I end up sideways in his lap. The hand he led me over with comes up to brush some of the hair out of my face. "And unbelievably pretty. How could I think about anything else?"

Smooth. Smooth as fucking butter. Smooth enough for him to earn a quick press of my lips to his own. I can feel him smiling before I pull back, but he chases, returning with a kiss just as chaste before leaning back into the couch, looking like the cat who got the cream.

"I'm winning. I got two kisses." I roll my eyes.

"Isn't it quality over quantity?" He hums, eyes playing from my lips to my own.

"Why not both?"

"Haha, funny." They're playful, his eyes, as we talk. His bottom lip juts out in a joking pout, and I lean in to kiss at it. He moves at the last second, though, closes the last little bit of space between us when he moves forward to kiss me, soft and slow. His lips are slightly chapped, ever so gentle as the press against mine. My hands press into his thighs to keep me up as his hands come to wrap loosely around my shoulders and he pushes further into the kiss before pulling back.

"Quality?"

"Need more data." I say before our lips meet again. He's sweet with it, the way he kisses me. It's nice, easy, feels familiar even though it isn't, not yet. One of his hands moves to rub soft at the nape of my neck.

I'm just getting comfortable in it when he deepens the kiss, tongue soft against the seam of my lips. It draws a gasp, just what he needs to push further, licking into my mouth before catching my bottom lip between his teeth, worrying at it. He's a good fucking kisser, hahh's into my mouth when I bring my hands up to tug at the dark strands of hair on the back of his head.

But like all good things, it must come to an end. Unfortunately, that end is when my phone starts blaring the insanely annoying ringtone my friend set it as that I don't know how to change.

"Nick, I gotta-"

"Yeah." His arms drop, letting me stand so I can grab my phone and answer whoever is calling.

"Hello?"

"We have new information regarding student loan repayment in your area." Is loud in my ear, so I just pull back and press the red end call button.

Nick laughs a little. "Not important?"

"Spam call. Can't be assed to get put on the do not call list right now. I was doing research."

"Yeah? You happy with the results you're getting?"

This motherfucker I swear.

"This motherfucker I swear." Is also the first thing I say in the morning when I wake up for work and there's a fat hickey on the side of my neck, dark purple and blatantly obvious. I send him a snap of it, just saying really? and he sends back a picture of himself and Clay sitting on the tailgate of a ladder truck with a :) and I am instantly worried that one, Clay saw the snap I sent him and two, that I won't be able to cover it for work. Pushing the first thought out of my mind to focus on the second, I try to get it as normal looking as I can before my shift. It's not perfect, not by a long shot, but it's good enough.

I'm riding the high of not getting comments on it at work when that first thought comes back, catalysted by a snapchat from Clay, a picture barely of his hair with the geotag from the gym down the street from the firehouse with text across it that says "purple looks good on you." I don't know how to respond to that, just send back the floor in front of me. oh come on now pops up in the chat, and he's still typing. not mad. excited for my turn. Right.

sorry I shoot back. this is all pretty new to me

trying to be careful cause i dont wanna mess this up

The little bitmoji he has attached to his account pops up in the corner, lurking for a moment before he starts typing

having these chats is what makes it work. I don't go bragging to Nick about what you and I do, and he doesn't do that to me, but we don't lie about what happens.

its alot, and none of us have done this before

but keeping communication open and honest is how it works

and that means feelings talks

He's right.

youre right

He is. I don't want to make them jealous of each other and that's probably the best way to combat that.

we also have to keep things fair ;) so i get a date too

That has me smiling like an idiot at my phone.

yeah? you got one planned?

not exactly. you doing anything rn though?

I was going to make a sandwich and watch She's the Man for the third time this month.

was gonna watch a movie if you wanna join?

I get a sure, would love to and a could i trouble you for a pick up from the station? that has me grabbing my keys and jogging to the elevator faster than I would like to admit.

When I get there, I head inside to say hi to Nick and collect Clay after both of them have assured me that I'm allowed to do so. I don't see Nick when I first walk in, but I do see Clay and jesus, mary, and joseph his hands. He's working over a slab of what seems to be silicon with those massive fingers moving with the utmost precision. When I get a little closer I can see that he's making sutures to close gashes and holes in the mat. I'm impressed with how uniform they are, each a perfect match of the one before it, and with the speed that his hands were moving, I'd say its even more impressive. I'm- not a perfect person, and the thought of what those hands could do to me has me flushing.

He's pretty wrapped up in what he's doing so I don't want to bother him, but I'm watching so intently that I don't notice Nick come up to me until he hugs me from behind. It makes me jump.

“Shit, Nick, you scared me.”

-gg w the 911 au update

Gg I'm 😩😩😩 you are an amazing writer 🛐 teach me

#pigeon mail #gg my dear

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ruffboijuliaburnsides · 5 years

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Hey, I'm really sorry but I don't really understand all this anti discourse??? What's wrong with not wanting to see pedophilia romanticized in fiction? Like I understand it's fiction and not real, but I guess for me it's just super weird why anyone would want to read that sort of thing. Also personally I won't watch game of thrones, nor will I read it, because I'm super not okay with graphic depictions of rape. I didn't even know it had pedophilia or incest so I'm glad I never got into it. =/

Imagine you’re in high school, if you’re not already. You have a significant other of your preferred gender. You’ve been dating for a year or so. You’re in the same grade, but you’re older than they are. You’re 18 years old. They are 17 years old. You’re only actually 3 months apart in age and you only just turned 18.

Antis are the people who would see “18yo dating 17yo” and immediately start calling the 18yo a predator. I have seen them call a late-20s character dating an early-20s character pedophilia, because of the age gap, which is nonsensical. I can only imagine the names they would call me, who turned 19 days after first kissing my girlfriend, who was 2 years and a couple months younger than me and so who was only 16 for the first few months we dated, even though we were only a grade apart. (we’re now married, fwiw, and have been happily together nearly 15 years)

Antis see adults writing teenaged characters bc they enjoy a canon with teenage characters and get invested in their romantic relationships and ship them because they’re cute together, and call those adults pedophiles. For writing fic that is, essentially, the same as 99% of young adult novels. Which are almost all written by adults.

Antis say that the act of looking at teenagers having an interesting dynamic or potential dynamic and wanting to explore that in a context where those teenagers HAVE GROWN UP AND ARE ADULTS and maybe writing smut of adult characters who are in canon underage? Is pedophilia and child pornography. Stories about characters that happen to have been children at one point but are - this is the important part - NOT children in these fics.

And, ultimately, antis are calling fictional stories about fictional characters “child pornography” and anyone who has concerns about purity policing and censorship as “pedophiles” or “pedophile apologists” and are diluting the meaning of these concepts when ACTUAL LITERAL CHILD PORN AND PEDOPHILES EXIST and what they are doing is doing absolutely nothing to combat it.

They’re not angry about people “romanticizing” pedophilia, because 95% of the time even fictionally that’s not what’s happening. They’re angry because they’ve come up with this idea of what “acceptable” fic is, and they don’t like that people disagree with them. You can tell it’s not actually about that, because you don’t see them trying to get Game of Thrones pulled from libraries, even though it includes incest and sexual assault and a 14 year old girl being married to and impregnated by a grown man (and all this in the very first book). You don’t see them calling GRRM a pedophile.

At the end of the day, it is fiction. It is fictional. No one is asking you to like it, least of all me, but it is NOT. REAL. These are not real people and they are not in real situations. They talk a big game about how fanfiction and shipping will “normalize” these things, but fandom is actually a LOT smaller than it feels, and most fics don’t get more than a few thousand hits at the MOST. And if you just mass ban anything that includes sexual assault or child abuse, you’re going to probably ban the tiny fraction of fandom that is actually really into that, sure, but you’re also going to ban fics dealing with canonical backstory and trauma. you’re going to ban fics grappling with dark themes and condemning the things that happen to the characters. You’re going to ban people trying to heal, or even just trying to have a discussion about it.

We know this because it’s happened before in fandom, look into the LiveJournal strikeout if you want to know more about it. Look into the various ff.net crackdowns. When it comes down to it, if I look at 17yo character and a 23yo character and say “I want to ship them during this canon without changing their ages”, there is no minor being taken advantage of. If someone uses my fic to “convince” a teen that it’s okay to date them in their 20s? That’s on them. they are abusers and if it hadn’t been fic it would’ve been music, or movies, or history, or god only knows what. You don’t get to let abusers off the hook just because they MAYBE could use someone’s fanfic as one of their methods of abuse. There’s… sorry, there’s just a LOT of issues with anti culture. I’m not pro pedophilia or anything, I am just anti whatever the fucking hell antis are doing.

I’ve been through that kind of black and white all or nothing purity culture bullshit before. It was called evangelical christianity, and it was (in my case, because of this purity culture shit) deeply abusive and fucked me up royally! I refuse to let myself be put through that again just to please some fuckos on the internet.

#fandom purity culture #honestly anon if you don't get it now idk what to tell you #but you will not sway me on this matter #anonymous #audience with the gods

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amethystina · 6 years

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For the DVD commentary: The Snowball Fight (because I know everyone's gonna ask for Hyperborean and Don't Tell Cougar)😀💜

So. Guess who did this thing and then accidentally saved it as a draft instead of queuing it? Sorry for the long wait, but, in my defense, I DID finish it rather quickly, I just failed to post it.

ANYHOW. The Snowball Fight is a 4k one shot so I won’t be commenting on ALL of it (because then we really will be here all day) but I’ll pick out some of my favourite bits! It’s still super long, though, so more below the cut!

Fair warning: I haven’t read this one in ages so many of the comments are just my reactions to my own writing, and not all of them are intelligent.

“Jensen,no. No.” Pooch took a cautious step backwards, holding up his hands inwhat could be a warning or an attempt to protect himself. It was difficult totell. “No, Jensen, don’t you dare. Jense—!” [The majority of this paragraph was actually not written by me (seeing as it was a writing prompt) but I feel like I made the most of it. I have no idea why I decided to write about a snowball fight, but it sounded like a good idea at the time]

Whateverelse Pooch had intended to say was smothered by the handful of snow Jake threwat his face. [I feel bad for Pooch, I really do] Jess really would have believed Pooch capable of ducking, but thenagain, he had probably thought that Jake wouldn’t go through with it. Whichproved just how much Pooch overestimated Jake’s level of maturity as soon assnow was involved. [Writing from Jess’s POV was an interesting experience and I’m really happy that I did it. I got to explore so many of the characters from a new perspective, which actually helped my overall view of them. Outside POV can do WONDERS for your grasp on characters. I strongly recommend it to all the writers out there.]

The factthat Jake gave Beth an enthusiastic high five while Pooch was busy spitting outsnow only seemed to confirm that fact. [They make a good team!]

“Forfu— fudge’s sake! Jensen!” Pooch snapped, no doubt attempting to chastise —but it sounded a lot more like whining. [I love Pooch. Does that show?]

Jesssnorted on a laugh and took a sip from her coffee cup. She stood leaningagainst the back porch railing, watching the others frolic in the snow. [This whole fic is just fluff and cuteness and I really wanted to show how calm and relaxed everyone is, including Jess. So while she’s not engaged in the snowy adventures, she’s definitely content, just standing there watching them.] Swearwords were not allowed in the presence of her daughter and that was a rathercreative save, she must admit. [Pooch is the one who respects this the most, hence the fudge. Jake occasionally slips up without meaning to and feels bad every single time because he might be corrupting his beloved niece. As for Cougar, Jess had to explain very calmly and very firmly that cursing in Spanish still counts and him thinking it didn’t won’t save him from punishment. Clay and Roque (while he was still on the team) are almost entirely banned from speaking at all, because they clearly can’t be trusted to keep their language clean.]

“What?”Jake was grinning, his cheeks pink from the cold and knitted hat askew. Muchlike his glasses, which he proceeded to push back into place. [I can’t be the only one who thinks this is cute. An excited Jake is always adorable and even more so when he looks like this.] “It wasfunny. That was funny, right?” He turned to Beth, as if to ask for herinput, and Beth, naturally, nodded enthusiastically. As if she would ever takePooch’s side over her beloved uncle’s. “See! Beth thinks it wasfunny!” [Actual nine-year-old Jake Jensen. Just look at this dork.]

“She’seight, Jensen,” Pooch repliedtestily, rubbing the sleeve of his jacket across his face to wipe away the lastremnants of snow.

“Andthree quarters!” Beth piped up, clearly offended to have her age sogrievously mislabeled. [Practically all kids do this, don’t they?]

“Yes,and three quarters,” Jake agreed, nodding seriously. [Again: actual nine-year-old Jake Jensen.] Beth grinned up athim and Jess fought an urge to shake her head. Sometimes she wasn’t sure whowas the older and more responsible of the two, but on most given days she’d beinclined to say Beth. [I agree with Jess.]

—

“He’sasleep?” Jess asked when Jolene came to stand next to her.

Jolenenodded, her smile soft and gentle, no doubt imagining the peaceful, sleepingface of her baby boy. Jess would have done the same and she couldn’t helpfeeling a tiny squeeze in her chest, almost longing for the days when she’d hadthat very same smile. However tiring and trying it had been to care for agrowing child — even with Jake’s help — she wouldn’t change it for the world.Nothing could ever quite compare, and to see Beth now, happy and laughing, madeit all worth it. [While I’m not a mother myself, I do think being one is incredibly important to Jess. I see her as incredibly protective of her family — not to mention devoted — and I couldn’t go through the fic without mentioning that. Admittedly, in lack of personal experience, I based most of this on things my mum has said.]

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“Yourhusband is about to find out what happens when two Jensens gang up onhim,” Jess replied, taking another sip from her coffee cup. [Jess is so proud, sipping her coffee like a boss.]

“Oh,this I got to see.” Jolene looked almost disturbingly pleased, but shepaused for a second when she took note of the fourth person currently occupyingJess’ yard. “Is Cougar building a snowman?” she asked somewhatincredulous. [I HAD TO. I just… I had to. OF COURSE Cougar is building a snowman!]

“Thathe is,” Jess confirmed, hiding her grin behind her cup.

BecauseCougar was, in fact, building a snowman; with the same kind of calm patienceand ruthless precision that he devoted to every task he performed. He seemedcompletely unaware — or unbothered, more likely — by the increasingly unstablesituation between the other three out there in the snow with him. He just kepttweaking and adding adjustments to the impressively elaborate snowman. [I just really like the thought of Cougar putting a HUGE amount of effort into everything he does, especially things most people would find silly or childish. Like, he doesn’t give a single fuck about what other people might think because he has pride, dammit, and he’s not going to do a halfassed job just because the activity isn’t badass. Cougar is incredibly competent and devoted, is what I’m saying, and those things he finds worth his attention get ALL of his attention. Including snowmen.]

“Ithink Beth and Jake started it but got bored halfway through, so Cougar decidedto finish it,” Jess explained, her cheeks almost aching from how wide hergrin was getting. She just couldn’t help it.

It was adorable. [It really is adorable. Cougar always has Jake’s back, even if it involves finishing his snowman. Also, I genuinely think Cougar enjoys it, though he probably wouldn’t admit it. Making snowmen can be really therapeutic.]

She wasn’tashamed to admit that the first time she had met Cougar she had been slightlyintimidated by him. Or maybe that was the wrong word, considering how elusivehe was, but she had definitely been wary. She had more experience dealing withbrash, confident alpha males than she did someone who was quiet and subtle, butundoubtedly just as dangerous. It was unsettling to be met with someone she knew was calmly observing and analyzingeverything in his environment, to better make himself less noticeable and,consequentially, an even bigger threat. [The moment I decided to write from Jess’s POV, this was one of the parts I was looking forward to writing. I really, really wanted to know how Jess viewed Cougar, since she wouldn’t be as enamoured with him as Jake. She’s a fierce, protective woman so she would see more of Cougar’s flaws and be quite wary of his silences. I think she didn’t particularly like him at the start and it took her a while to really welcome Cougar into the family. And, honestly, I can’t blame her. Cougar is a terrifying man.]

She wasmore concerned about Cougar than she had ever been about Roque, because thatwas hostility she would see coming a mile away. Cougar — well, she probablywouldn’t even see it after the fact. [I am so with Jess on this. Roque can fuck shit up, definitely — and did — but Cougar is scary as fuck.]

Not thatCougar would ever harm her. Despite that he had never said anything to imply it— considering how little he spoke in general — Jess knew that Cougar regardedher and Beth as people he needed to protect at all cost. She thought that wasprobably both because of how much he had begun to care for them on a personallevel, and how much they meant to Jake. [Cougar would literally die for them, I’m sure. Because he’s dramatic like that. And I love that Jess sees through that. Jake can sometimes be a little blind because there are gaps in his confidence, but Jess knows what’s up.]

Cougarwould do anything for Jake. [Well. DUH.]

SometimesJess still couldn’t believe what she was seeing, but Cougar was unmistakablyand unapologetically head over heels in love with her dorky little brother. [Like, just imagine: Jake coming home at some point and just blurting out that he’s dating Cougar now. He probably gave Jess a heart attack because “oh my GOD Jake that might be a very bad idea”. And she wondered if she’s going to have to keep an extra eye on Cougar now because she will literally castrate him if he hurts her baby bother in any way. But then she sees them together — and the way Cougar is just so STUPIDLY in love — and it quickly changes to “I cannot believe these two are even real.” (same, Jess, same)]

Love might even be toosmall a word to describe the absolute devotion and affection Cougar felt forJake. [One of my favourite lines in this fic. I just… yes? I feel like this is true? I really can’t describe it in words. I try, but I feel like I fall short, every single time.]

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The snowballfight took a drastic turn when Beth, in an attempt to get away from theonslaught of projectiles, ran to hide behind Cougar. [She learned this technique from her uncle.] This, of course, put himin the line of fire. The entire yard seemed to freeze when one of the snowballsintended for Beth hit Cougar in the side, making him pause in the middle ofadding the last finishing touches to his snowman. [I can very clearly picture this in my mind and, admittedly, I was giggling when I wrote it.]

Jess waspretty certain that you could hear a pin drop. [Pooch and Jake can see their lives flash before their eyes.]

Cougar wasthe first to move, turning to looking down at Beth. She was huddling behind himand her small hands — covered in a pair of pink mittens — were clinging to theedge of his coat. She was looking back up at him with her big, blue eyes, widewith sincerity and a wordless plea to avenge her honor. [This is also a technique she learned from her uncle. Cougar has literally no defenses, whatsoever, against the Jensen Puppy Eyes™, no matter if they’re from Jake himself or his niece. Cougar is so bad at this.]

Maybe Jessshould ask if Beth wanted to take acting classes? She was ruthless. And quite a natural talent, by the looks of it.

Cougar seemedalmost curious at first — as if he couldn’t quite grasp what she was doing —but eventually just smiled and patted her head comfortingly, obviously havingcome to a decision. [Cougar being extra kind to kids will forever be one of my headcanons. It just suits him.]

He thenturned to face the two grown men standing a couple of feet away. The smile was nowherein sight. And judging on the nearly identical looks of dread on both Jake’s andPooch’s faces those meager feet between them clearly wasn’t enough. An entirecontinent might not have been enough. [Considering that this is Cougar we’re talking about, an entire continent is definitely not enough.]

Cougar raisedan eyebrow and Jake and Pooch hastily pointed at each other. It was difficultto say who was the culprit; both of them looked pretty guilty. [Since I don’t actually reveal this in the fic, allow me to do so now: it was Pooch. Jake threw a snowball as well, but missed. So Pooch is actually the one to blame.]

Jake clearedhis throat, weighting insecurely on his heels.

“Whoa,hey man.” His smile was just this side of terrified. “Cougar, let’stake a moment to calm down here, okay?”

“Yeah,”Pooch agreed readily, “let’s not do anything drastic.” [Their optimism in the face of certain death is quite admirable.]

Cougarremained silent before looking back at Beth who was — bless her soul —definitely aware of the strategic benefits of recruiting Cougar as her ally andprotector. [Who wouldn’t want Cougar as their protector? Like, honestly?] He was probably well aware of her scheming, but Cougar had alwaysbeen a bit of a softie when it came to Beth. He seemed to have a hard timedenying her anything, lavishing her with attention and affection that almostsurprised Jess with its intensity.

Every oncein a while she actually forgot that Cougar wasn’t related to Beth, since hetreated her so much like Jake did, albeit with a more mature and dependableundertone. [I think Cougar forgets that too. He would probably never call her his niece when asked, but in his head he’s sort of forgotten that he’s not actually related to her. Because he IS a huge softie when it comes to Beth and he’s so far gone that he can’t change that now. I am so, so fond of exploring the relationship between Cougar and Beth and I absolutely love to be able to show Cougar’s softer side like this. Cougar and kids, basically.]

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It onlytook another couple of seconds before she saw the shift pass through them both.It was nothing too obvious — most people wouldn’t notice unless they knew bothJake and Cougar to the extent that Jess did — but every once in a while theyjust seemed to align.

There wasno other word for it.

Theirpostures eased, their expressions softened and ever so slowly they wouldgravitate towards each other. Just lean in an inch or two, melting into theother’s personal space as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Maybeit was. Sometimes it was eerie to see how synchronized they were, or howeffortlessly each could find the other and know what he wanted or needed. [These three paragraphs are no doubt my favourie in the entire fic. Being able to describe what I imagine Cougar and Jensen look like to an outsider was such a joy. How they fit together and how they just ARE. One of the reasons for why I love this ship — the biggest one, really — is how they, well, align, as Jess put it. They match. They’re never far apart. They’re so in tune with each other that they don’t need words. There is something so incredibly beautiful about that and I loved being able to describe it.]

Like now,when Cougar pulled off one of his gloves to wipe away some lingering snow fromJake’s face, his touch so achingly gentle that it almost made Jess’ throatseize up, just from watching it. She couldn’t hear what they were saying — theywere speaking much too low for that — but there was no mistaking the reverencein Cougar’s eyes and the awed, breathless love coloring Jake’s smile. [I wrote this damned thing and my heart still squeezes from how sweet and pure this is. THE GENTLENESS. THE CARE. THE LOVE. Kill me now.]

“I’mglad they’re happy though,” Jolene continued, just as softly. [SAME, JOLENE. SAME.]

Jess wasn’tsure if Jolene was seeing the same thing she was seeing, but she could donothing but nod in agreement.

It hadworried her at first, when she had noticed the feelings her brother harboredfor Cougar. Jake, despite being a trained soldier with more kills to his namethan Jess even wanted to consider, was trusting and emotionally vulnerable. Hewanted to be loved so badly that he didn’t know how to hold back — how to guardhimself against heartbreak and betrayal. He could so easily be taken advantageof, and before Jess got to know Cougar she feared that he was the kind ofperson who would. She feared that there wouldn’t be much left of Jake’s heart,if Cougar decided to crush him. [I love Jake. I just do. And I love the insecurities and vulnerabilities you can give him. He is a very happy and dorky person, but he’s far from one-dimensional. The fact that he wants to be loved so badly just breaks my heart some days, and I can only imagine what it feels like for Jess. Jake is precious and needs to be protected at all costs. Fortunately, Cougar agrees.]

But ofcourse Cougar hadn’t. [He would rather die than hurt Jake. We all know this.]

Since thenJess had learned that not only was Cougar a much better man than she had evergiven him credit for, but he was as committed and sincere as Jake — maybe evenmore so. Cougar seemed to love Jake with every fiber of his being, and despitetheir differences Jess could tell that they fit each other seamlessly. [Again, Cougar doesn’t do things by halves. He’s an all-in kind of a guy and, when it comes to Jake, I think he’s in more deeply than ever. I’m pretty sure they love each other equally, but Cougar just does everything so intensely that it’s impossible to ignore just how in love he is.]

They had aneffortless quality to them that few couples ever achieved. [Another reason why I love this ship!]

How onearth someone like Cougar could put up with Jake was a bit of a mysterysometimes, but on the other hand Jess knew that they weren’t the same inprivate. She knew that Jake gave as much as Cougar did. She had heard it, thatnight when she had startled awake — not really knowing why — until she hadrealized that she had been woken by Cougar’s scream.

Jess knewall about the nightmares a soldier could get from his service — she had sat upwith Jake after some of his — and when she had quietly made her way towards theguestroom, just to make sure that they were okay, she hadn’t been surprised tohear the soft, low mumble of Jake’s voice. Soothing, sweet and unmistakablyloving. [This was mostly some show and tell. Jess speaks a lot about how Cougar and Jake fit together and give each other support, so I wanted to give a more solid example.]

Shecouldn’t hear the exact words — that was none of her business — but she didn’tdoubt for a second that as much as Cougar seemed to be the centre around whichJake orbited like an overexcited moon, Cougar wouldn’t know what to do withoutJake there to comfort and ground him. [I am very fond of this paragraph. The balance between these two is just so fascinating and I love trying to put it into words. I’m veryproud of this imagery.]

Their relationship was nowhere near as uneven as some might think. [THIS is incredibly important to me. I want everyone to know that this isn’t just Cougar putting up with Jensen because he loves him, but, in fact, an equal relationship. They might need each other in different ways, but neither of them got the short straw. Fucking fight me.] Jess had beenhesitant at first, but it was things like this — seeing them there in the snow,sinking deeper into an intimacy that had nothing to do with physical touch, buteverything to do with belonging — that made her relax. [COUGAR AND JENSEN BELONG TOGETHER. PASS IT ON.]

Theirpersonalities might be almost complete polar opposites, but they fit togetherperfectly as a whole. What her brother had found in Cougar — what they hadfound in each other — was clearly not within the realms of what normal mortalshad. [Jess is such a romantic. And so am I. Just look at these two dorks. I love them.]

Call her aromantic, [This is what I get for not reading ahead — I genuinely made the comment above before reading this. SO YEAH. I AM CALLING HER A ROMANTIC.] but Jess just couldn’t see them any other way, now that she hadgotten used to them as an item. It wasn’t that they disappeared into the otheror even changed to fit as a whole; they just were. Simple as that. [Honestly, this is me speaking through Jess. I literally cannot unsee this ship. Whenever I watch the movie with a new person, I always forget that Cougar and Jensen isn’t a couple in canon and find it weird to have to point it out that I ship them. It’s it obvious? To me it just seems to natural. I am in so, so deep.]

She was actually kind of envious. [My question is: who isn’t?]

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“Jake!Did you hear that?” Jess called out to her brother who had yet to movefrom where he lay sprawled in the snow. Granted that he would have to pushCougar off in that case, and he didn’t look very inclined to do so. “Hotchocolate!”

Jake showedthat he had heard by giving her a thumbs up, but didn’t even bother to lookaway from Cougar, whose hand now rested against the bright red scarf wrappedaround Jake’s neck. They got like that sometimes, lost in their own littleworld of gentle touches and softly spoken words. [I really, really wanted to point this out. I don’t think this comes across from Cougar or Jake’s POV, but there HAS to be moment when they just zone out everything else but each other. Like, the only voice they’ll really register is each other’s and they literally won’t notice if someone else tries to talk to them. My wife and I have done this a couple of times.]

Jess shookher head and shooed Pooch and Beth into the house, but she couldn’t helplooking back over her shoulder. She still couldn’t hear what they were saying,but the tenderness was unmistakable as Jake took Cougar’s hand to kiss his nodoubt cold fingers. [Just look at these dorks.]

Thosestupid, adorable dorks. [I am clearly Jess in this situation.]

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As weird asit had seemed at first, Jess was happy for Jake. She hadn’t seriously believedthat it would ever work out when someone as loud and energetic as Jake was in arelationship with someone as calm and steadfast as Cougar, but it did. Theywere happy and stupidly in love. [I love ships like these, where you don’t think they’re going to fit because of their personalities but they actually fit perfectly. These two are one of the best examples of that and I absolutely LOVE how caring they are. Like, no matter how you view their relationship — romantic or platonic — there’s no denying that there is a HUGE amount of love and devotion between them. These two men love each other. Their relationship is built on trust and love, and that’s just wonderful.] The fact that they had a lot of other thingson their minds — things Jess wasn’t allowed to hear about since it would onlyput her in danger — obviously didn’t stop them from cherishing what they hadtogether. [Just a brief reminder that Max isn’t dead, so I can pretend that this fic actually has a plot.]

And seeingthe two of them come tumbling in through the door ten minutes later, both ofthem shivering slightly from the cold but so obviously content, made Jesssmile. It was just impossible not to, what with the way Jake hovered behindCougar, his nose buried in Cougar’s hair and a goofy smile on his lips. [These two are so in love and I can’t deal with it. I seriously can’t. Why do I write things that are so painfully cute? Reading this again makes me want to bang my head against my desk.]

And whenJake got bold enough to tug off his mittens and shove his hands in underCougar’s clothes to warm them — and Cougar didn’tpunch him in the face for it, or even elbow him — Jess knew that she didn’thave to worry about her brother’s heart anymore. It was safe with Cougar. Heseemed to understand exactly how precious and vulnerable Jake’s heart was, andhad no intention whatsoever of jeopardizing it.

The factwas proven further by how Cougar was struggling valiantly not to squirm fromJake’s cold hands, while Jake hummed happily and nuzzled Cougar’s ear, the big,stupid dork.

And if that wasn’t love,Jess didn’t know what was. [These three paragraphs, seriously. I feel bad for Cougar because cold hands against warm skin are the worst, but the fact that he chooses to endure it is just so adorable. He loves Jake so much. And I am so happy that I wrote this fic, even if I might have given myself a couple of cavities while rereading it. I am a sucker for fluff and this whole fic is just a huge ball of fluff. I am so proud.]

SO. That was unnecessarily long! And I’m aware that most of it is just me screaming about Jensen and Cougar, but who can blame me? I LOVE this ship so, so much.

Thank you, @scriggle-scraggle, for making the request. I hope you liked it!

#Amethystina Does Memes #DVD Commentary Meme #Amethystina Writes #The Snowball Fight #I honestly didn't expect this one to be picked #But I'm kinda glad it was #I haven't read it in YEARS #And had forgotten how sweet it is #scriggle-scraggle

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Highway Don't Care part 4

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The cabinet opened with a creak, revealing its empty shelves. Taylor scrunched an eye brow, trying to search for anything in the corners. She looked below at Olivia and Meredith circling her, their fur brushing against her ankles. They meowed in sync. “Alright, wait.” She said to the cats, walking out of the kitchen, “I’ll get you food, just wait.” She plucked her denim jacket and beanie off the coat hanger and pushed her fingers inside a pocket in the jacket. “Where’s my phone?” She asked herself. Meredith, who had climbed on to the kitchen island meowed with her paws on Taylor’s phone. Taylor walked over to retrieve it.

“Right…no, don't scratch it-yes, thank you.” It was crucial to have her phone with her now or else she would be in a lot of trouble with her mother. ‘Going to Whole Foods.’ Taylor quickly sent a text to her mother, as she walked out of her apartment and got in to her new car. She mouthed ‘whole foods’ at the two body guards who were standing near the car and they nodded. ‘Don't you even dare buy wine.’ Taylor laughed as she read her mother’s text. Taylor had decided on her own that she would stay away from alcohol for a while, she hadn't been given a probation by the authorities but she had been given severe warnings, and the whole lecture that a chief police officer gave her made her feel as though she was the bad kid being told off by the school principal. She didn't want to be the bad kid, she was radical but she was always a goody two shoes at heart. She drove with the warm afternoon breeze fluttering through the rolled down windows. She stopped at a Whole Foods, staring at the building for a second. From the exit, a young couple walked out, they were the sappy, happy-go-lucky kind of couple, dressed in the same colored outfit. They were the kind of couple, that as you saw them, you would instantly feel envious of their love yet also be happy for the beauty of their love . So easy. So beautiful. “They are like Adam and I used to be.” She said. The words came with sadness. She shook the thought out of her head and instead thought of her hungry cats that waited for her to come home.

Conner, I’m famished too but we’re really close to the hotel.” Adam said as he drove through a familiar street. Everything was familiar to him. Nashville was the most unlikely place for him to feel at home in. “I just want a soda or a beer.” Conner whined “Nashville has the best steaks, you just need to stop at any restaurant.” “We can eat in the hotel for today, lad.” “My insides are eating my outsides, damn I should've just stayed at home And let someone else take the bloody pictures.” “Yeah? Then why did you come?” Adam was loosing patience, he felt like he was taking care of a bratty little brother. He wondered momentarily if this was how his own older sibling felt with him, when they were younger. “Because of the steak!” Connor said throwing his hands up in exasperation “and also because everyone made me to, they feel sorry for you..you lonely workaholic, but mostly, I just want pure Tennessee grilled steak.” “Lonely workaholic?” Adam questioned. “Yeh man, look at you…” Connor said casually “you got money, a big house, nice car but your family lives away from you, you got no girlfriend…I mean, guys your age should be settled down and married or something…” “I’m not a lonely workaholic..” Adam retorted although he felt the sadness crawling within him because he knew that everything Conner said was true. “You sure?” Adam saw the Whole Foods building, on the side of the street. “Since you’re being such a bitch about food..” Adam drove into the parking lot and stopped “I’ll get you a snack.” “Oh thanks, man.” Connor smirked and turned on the car radio, “I’m gonna chill here.” Adam got out of the car and entered the building. He walked through the aisle, breathing in the scent of newly baked bread and lavender air freshener. The scent brought a very precise memory into his mind. The memory of pushing a trolley behind Taylor, who was picking out food items.An old memory. Adam sighed and took a bag of barbecue chips from a shelf, as he did so he heard a familiar voice speaking, in the other aisle. A female, silvery voice, like what stars would sound like if they could speak. Taylor’s voice. He could see her through a gap between the bags of chips in the shelf, she was on the phone. He had expected to run into her, this was where she lived, after all. He had even rehearsed what he would say to her. But in this moment he became unable to speak at all, so instead he listened.

Taylor was on the phone with a very worried Karlie Kloss. “Urgh dude…I’m fine, I’ve been telling everyone that I’m fine.” Taylor said, looking at the shelves of cat food. “It was just a small accident.” “I know that you’re fine.” Karlie said,”I just wonder if you ever were actually fine.” “That doesn't make sense, Klossy.” Taylor said as she read the names of the cat food brands “stop being philosophical on me, I’m the songwriter, not you.” “I’m talking about Martha’s Snapchat story.” Karlie said and Taylor cringed in embarrassment. “Oh god, don't remind me, I regret that more that crashing to the side of the cliff.” Taylor sighed. “All those things you said, Tay, that's evidence to the fact that you are not over Calvin or Adam,whatever you prefer.” Karlie spoke loudly, and even though the phone wasn't on speaker, Taylor was certain that anyone close by could hear Karlie yelling. “Look, I am over him. I really am, I was just drunk.” She lied. Maybe one day she would actually be over him, until then she could just lie. “What even happened with you and him?” Karlie asked “you never talk about it.” “Well, Adam lost interest in me,I guess and I was too stupid to realize that,” Taylor sighed “I just kept being in love with him and I don't know…” Karlie stayed silent. “I just realized one day, that he doesn't really care at all. He was just too nice to tell me to get lost.” Taylor voice shook “I felt like I was a teenager, like I was this stupid, blind and oblivious girl who thought she met the love of her life and all that shit. And I have been that teenager, Karlie but I’m not some heartbroken teenager anymore, I refuse to be that…I left him. He didn't care. I think he was pretty relieved.” “Tay…I really wish we weren't having this conversation on the phone, I wish you were here in New York.” Karlie said “why didn't we talk about this before?” “Because it doesn't matter anymore, Adam Wiles is a nice enough guy but he is cruel and incapable of loving anyone.” Taylor said a bit too loudly “and I really don't want to see him ever again, I’m glad my car went and hit a cliff, I’m glad that I didn't drive myself to his house.” “Don't say that, you could’ve died.” Karlie said “and you two did make a wonderful couple, you had a spark, you know?” “Yeah..” Taylor rolled her eyes “a spark that became a flame that became a fire that burned it all down.” “That sounds like a good line for a song.” “Heh.” Taylor nodded in agreement, smiling “look, I’ll talk to you later. I have to get home to feed my cats. Love you.” She hauled off a bag of cat food and walked over to the register. She stood at the cashier, behind an elderly woman who had a cart full of probably one of every item in the store. She reached in the pocket of her jacket, it was empty, her eyes widened. “Dammit, I forgot my wallet.” She muttered.

“Adam Wiles is a nice enough guy but he is cruel and incapable of loving anyone.” Adam’s chest tightened. He had heard that before, it was the last thing all his previous girlfriends had told him, before they left him. Sophie, Rita and now,Taylor. Somehow, hearing Taylor say that hurt him more. Because he did love her. He loved her since the very first day, he loved her when she left, he loved her when she was gone. And it angered him to hear her say that he didn't love her. He wanted walk up to her and yell at her about all the times he had sacrificed his time and energy on making her feel loved. How dare she say that he didn't love her. Adam took a can of soda from a shelf, muttering under his breathe. He had come to Nashville hoping for a chance to meet her, talk with her, but he no longer wanted to do such things. “I’m playing the show then I’m never coming pack here.” He muttered, “Fuck you, Taylor Alison Swift.” Adam groaned when he saw her at the cashier, the exact cashier that he was about to line up at. She was everywhere. Out of habit, he watched her, she looked skinnier, making the denim jacket she wore look too large. Her right hand was wrapped in stretch bandage, the other held a bag of cat food. He wanted to call her name, just so he could look at her face. But he didn't. He was about to leave the checkout and go to one far away from her- “Dammit I forgot my wallet.” He heard her mutter. “Hi Taylor, cash or card?”The cashier, a teenage girl asked her. “Uh…” Taylor hesitated. Adam sighed. “Cash.” He answered, placing his items next to Taylor’s in the belt of checkout. “Put all the stuff in one bill.” The cashier began to scan the barcodes of the items. Taylor whipped her head back and her eyes widened when she saw him. There was a small red scar on her cheek, a souvenir from her accident, he assumed. That also explained the bandage wrapping her wrist. “Calvin…what-what are you doing here?” She asked. “Work.” He answered, then looked at the cashier and said “could you put the chips and the soda in a different bag? Thanks.” The teenager did so. Taylor was standing in front of him, staring up at him in shock and blocking his way. He reached for the shopping bag with the soda and the chips, his arm brushing against her denim jacket. “Move please.” He said and she scurried out of his way. He walked out of the building without another word.

I combined two chapter cause I really don't want the series to be too long and yeah...well, I start school tomorrow so I might get late with the updates but i'll try to get over with this story soon. thank you for reading.

#taylor swift #calvin harris #tayvin #tayvinfanfic #HighwayDontCare

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