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aficwhore · 3 years

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Truth Is (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3: Paper Weighted Problems

Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!reader

Summary: After the night before, tensions between Fish and Chip arise. While tearing through the jungle and Lorea’s place, Frankie and the reader fight, leading to an amazing discovery.

Word count: 3K

Warnings: explicit language, blood, violence, guns/weapons, lots of angst and emotions, infidelity?, smut, sexual innuendos, drinking, mentions of drugs, talk of death/death itself, and talk of mental health(PTSD and depression).

A/N: Sorry for the late update, Life has its ups and downs! Today we had a bad storm so I sat in my basement and wrote this. I hope you like it<3

Regret. Frankie couldn't hide the emotion from me. It was as clear as day, I wondered if the boys had noticed it.

“Well what’s for breakfast?” I broke the awkward silence, causing everyone but Frankie to break their gazes away from me, but exchanges looks between each other. I finally looked anywhere but in Frankie’s direction.

Tom cleared his throat, “Uh nothing special, we saw that you had some frozen waffles and just made those.” He tried to lighten the mood, it was obvious, everyone knew about last night.

“Haha, yea, what grown woman buys Eggos?” Benny attempted to joke, causing Santi and Will to stifle a laugh.

I rolled my eyes, fighting a smile, thoughts of Frankie still clouding my mind. “For occasions just like this one! When five grown men have a slumber party in my living room.” I added, walking over to the counter and grabbing a plate full of waffles and dowsing them in syrup.

“Right, because that’s definitely what it was.” Tom chuckled, handing me a napkin.

“Exactly, I’m pretty sure I saw Pope braiding Benny Boy’s hair.” I joked biting into a chunk of food.

Ben scoffed, “It gets in my eyes!” And everyone froze, staring at him in shock. After a second of complete silence, Frankie burst into laughter, sending the rest of us into a laughing fit, except Ben. He stood there blushing, trying to act like he didn’t reveal that he braids his hair.

Will began to cough, struggling to not choke on the mouthful of food while he snickered. Pope roughly patted him on the back as our giggles died down.

“So, does that mean you sit in the mirror and braid your own hair?” Tom questioned with a smirk on his face, wanting to bother Benny more.

“You shut up.” He jokingly spits. Tom raises his hands as a sign of defeat and continues to finish the last bites of food on his plate.

“Anyways...Other than our ‘slumber party’ I know two people that had some fun last night.” Pope spoke up, causing mine and Fish’s eyes to open wide.

“Oh yea, how could we forget? ‘Oh FrAnKiE, Oh YeS! HaRdEr!’” Benny mimicked me while thrusting his hips for dramatic affect. I could feel heat rising to my face as the boys roared with giggles again.

“Would you cut it out?” Frankie replied, wanting to avoid this talk entirely.

Then Pope joined in, making fun of Frankie, “’FuCk, bAbY, I wOn’T LaSt LoNg!’” I sat there, embarrassed and not knowing what to say. Normally this would be a joke, but with everything, this wasn’t a joking matter.

“I said enough!” Frankie shouted, “It shouldn’t have happened, okay?!” He expressed, shoving his chair back, getting up, and storming outside.

All the commotion died immediately. Pope and Benny opened their mouths to apologize when they turned to me, but were met with a blank stare.

Did he really mean that? After pursuing me? After trying so hard to make up, he goes and says ‘It shouldn’t have happened.’

Everyone remained quiet, continuing to stare at me in concern. After what felt like hours, Tom pushed his seat back and got up, hopefully headed to catch Frankie.

Once Tom had made it out the front door, I cleared my throat, "So, what time are we leaving?" I asked, trying to hide all the hurt and pain from my eyes.

The three remaining men all exchanged looks, "Here in 15." Santi spoke quietly, unsure of what exactly just happened.

"Sounds good!" I faked enthusiasm, stuffing my mouth with the last bite on my plate and getting up. I swiftly put my dishes in the sink and headed back to my room. I could hear the boys whispering to each other, trying to understand what the hell was going on with Frankie and I.

I closed my door behind me. I leaned against it, letting my head fall back with defeat and hit the door. Feeling my emotions topple over the brim, tears rushed to my eyes as I slid down the door and sank to the floor.

What the fuck was going on? Why was Frankie so upset with our actions. I thought finally we had made up, that he was once again MY Fish. Had he just used me last night? What changed his mind? Why was this happening all over again?

Lost in my thoughts, I hadn't realized that my sobs were now audible. I couldn't hold back the garbled gasps I let out. Tears stained my cheeks and began to soak my shirt.

Through the door I could hear the boys trying to get each other to come get me, because it was close for us to leave. Not wanting to deal with the water works anymore, I slapped my cheeks a few times, trying to smack the emotions out of my head. I wiped my tears off and quick got up to change my shirt.

After rummaging through my clothes, I found a similar shirt, threw it on and swung open the door, wanting to just head to the airport, and to get this over with.

Holding my head up high, I confidently walked back to the kitchen/living room to meet the boys. Only Benny and Will stood there waiting for me, finishing the dishes and putting them away.

"All set? I'm ready to get this over with and be rich." I attempted to joke, causing the brothers in front of me to awkwardly chuckle, their eyes full of worry.

Benny shook his head, acknowledging that I wanted to ignore the fiasco and to get on the road. He led the way out of the apartment after hanging up a dish towel and grabbing his wallet and keys off the counter.

I followed quickly behind him with Will right on my heels. When we made it to the cars, Frankie sat in the front passenger side of Santi's truck, Santi in the driver seat, and Tom between them.

"I'll drive," Will offered, making his way to his truck and getting in. Benny walked ahead of me, opened the door and waited for me to hop in, before getting in after.

No one spoke as we tailgated Santi's truck all the way to the airport. Will placed his hand on my thigh the whole time, as a way to console me. Benny had his arm around me, slightly pulling me into his side. With them, I felt much better, they were my best friends and knew exactly how to comfort me.

When we found a good parking space, we all hopped out, and grabbed our things from the bed of the trucks. It was still awkwardly silent between everyone.

As we checked into our flights and went through TSA, Benny tried to lighten the mood by saying he needed a snack, even though we had just ate. We all giggled when Will called him a 'garbage disposal.'

Sitting at our flight gate was almost unbearable, realizing this mission would be very difficult, now with the added tension.

When we boarded the plane, Will and Santi sat with me, of course I was in the middle. Tom, Benny, and Frankie sat in the seats next to us. During the first hour I attempted to read a book, but quickly got bored as I felt Pope fall asleep and rest his head against my shoulder. Will sat with his eyes closed and headphones in.

I glanced over Pope's sleeping frame to find the others. Benny was leaned forward, head down and snoring on the tray he had propped up. Tom was slouched in his chair, his head lulling back and forth with sleep consuming him. And Frankie, who was also reading, looked up and met my eyes.

I ignored the gaze he gave me and turned my attention back to my book. Moments later I felt my phone buzz with a text. I sat my book down and pulled out my phone, reading the message;

Fishie: "I'm sorry..."

I rolled my eyes, was he really apologizing for his blowout, over a text?

Locking my phone, I put it face down into my lap, leaving the message unanswered. I continued my page in my book, only getting past a few sentences before my phone vibrated again. I acted as if I didn't feel it and remained reading. Only for it to ping again.

Frustratedly, I opened my phone again, seeing two additional texts;

Fishie: "Really?"

Fishie: "I meant what I said. I am sorry, but last night... was a mistake."

Heat began to rise to my cheeks, I forcefully typed back;

Me: "Wow, you are unbelievable."

I heard him shuffle and type back quickly;

Fishie: "Because I apologized? It's true, I'm only helping us both here. Yea it was my fault, but I shouldn't have gone to your room."

Me: "You took advantage of my feelings. You acted like we can just ignore this, I can't help but feel you led me on."

Fishie: "Led you on?! How? WE both decided to sleep together, thats it. I didn't LEAD you to do anything."

Me: "You're a real fucking piece of work."

Fishie: "Oh really?"

Me: "Yea, fuck you."

Fishie: "God you are the most stubborn and hard headed person I've ever met. Can't you see that this was a damn mistake?"

Me: "Screw you, oh wait, I did, but look where that got me. I don't even know why you're trying to apologize, because somehow you keep shifting the blame to me."

As I hit send and shoved my phone between my legs and put my book away, I heard Frankie huff with anger. Awaiting a reply I closed my eyes and leaned against Will, using his arm as a pillow.

But for a while, nothing came, and I slowly began to drift into unconsciousness.

My sleep had been interrupted by the plane shaking and a loud thump. I opened my eyes abruptly, and slightly frightened. I faced Will, to glance out the window and found that we had finally landed in Colombia.

We all silently gathered our things and slowly made our departure from the plane and airport. Once we trudged through the doors, we made it into the humid climate, the wet air immediately dampening our skin and clothes.

"Damn, this is gonna be fun." Benny chirped as we all huddled into the jeep Santi had prepared for us. Santi hopped upfront, and so did Tom, leaving four of us to try and fit in the backseat.

"Pope, there six of us, there's no way we'll fit AND have room for the bags." I spoke up, watching as Will, Benny, and Frankie smushed into the seats together.

"I know, I promise I'm more prepared than that," he laughed. "We only have to ride like this for a few miles, then we're on foot, and they'll have cargo vans there." He explained, turning on the engine and motioning for me to somehow get in.

"You can sit on my lap, I'll hold you down during Pope's insane driving." Benny laughed from between Will and Fish. I climbed over Will, careful not to hurt him, and landed in Ben's lap when he yanked the arm I used to brace my weight.

I twisted in his lap to sit comfortably, hoping I'd fit and we could just hurry up and get this over with. Benny wrapped his arms around my waist as Santi sped off and made way to a long and bumpy road.

We hit quite a few bumps and potholes, causing me to shift and bounce in Benny's lap. I tried to lean forward and hang in-between the two front seats, to help alleviate the rough contact between us.

"Damn it Chip, quit wiggling." Benny grunted from behind me.

"I can't control that, Pope is hitting every possible bump on the road." I squeaked as we hit a particularly hard one. I landed back into his lap and felt something. "Ouch, what the hell is in your pocket."

Will snorted and faced the window to hide his face as Benny gulped loudly. "I-I can't help it, you keep moving!" I froze, wanting to still believe it was something in his pocket.

"C'mon man, can't you control yourself?" Frankie angrily spoke up.

I pulled my back from Benny and sat as far forward on his legs as I could, turning to look at Frankie. "What? How is it-" I countered, my voice dying in my throat.

"Fish, you know how it works, it's not like I'm doing this on purpose." Benny awkwardly explained.

Frankie huffed and shook his head. "Whatever." he muttered.

"Looks like someone is jealous." Santi quietly joked.

"I am not jealous! We-we are on a damn mission! That should be the last thing from anyones mind, we need to focus on not dying and getting the fucking money." Frankie snapped, filling the jeep with his booming voice.

All noise ceased, the only sound was the creaking of the car as we rolled off the main road into a trail. The tension was at an all time high, it was engulfing and in a way, suffocating.

After some time, we stopped, Santi throwing the car in park and quickly turning to us. "My informant said that the mansion should be vacant, but we only have about 15 minutes, so we get in and get out, with as much as we can carry, but we can't take too much time." We all nodded. "When I get the signal, we're coming in hot and getting right to it. Get out and suit up." He turned back around and hopped out.

We followed behind, pulling out our bags and pulling on our gear. Not much else was said, due to the shit that was about to go down, even though it would be empty, you never know what could happen.

"Alright, obviously with everything, we no longer fit, I'll ride the side." I spoke, waiting for Will to get in and shut the door.

"Me too, easier that way." Frankie offered, shutting his door after Benny jumped in.

Will shut his door and I placed my foot on the step bar, hauling myself up to grab the rack on top for support, hanging on tight as Frankie did the same. "All good?" Pope asked through the window.

"Game time bitches." I quirked, slapping my free hand on the top of the Jeep. As we waited for the signal, I took in my surroundings, lush, thick forest all the way around, If Pope doesn't know where to go, we'd definitely get lost.

As I admired the greenery, I turned to look over the roof of the car, meeting Frankie's eyes for what seemed like the millionth time since we've reunited.

He sheepishly looked away and down at the ground, his knuckles which wrapped around the frame of the rack, tightened and turned white.

A garbled and staticky noise came from the cab of the vehicle, causing Pope to slam the gear shift into drive and yell "Hold on tight!" He lurked the jeep forward, stepping up the speed.

I held on tighter, pulling my body as flush as I could to the side of the Jeep, to avoid hitting the branches and brush that littered the sides of the overgrown trial.

After a long blur of green, the forest broke into a path, leading to a small mansion. Just as fast as we drove, we stopped. I jumped off and quickly swung the door open for Will, stepping back and pulling my gun from my side.

Without any words, we all strategically filed into the house, making sure to take cover and search the premise, eliminating any threats. The first floor had been barren, as for people, though it was filled with expensive artwork and furniture.

Once we all searched and met at the staircase, Pope nodded at me, signaling for me to take the lead upstairs and sweep the area. I quickly glided up the stairs and took cover near the first door, getting ready to burst in the room and check. To my luck, when I leaped into the room, it was empty. I glanced behind the door, and walked further into the office, keeping my gun at attention.

I could hear the boys doing the same, in the last four rooms. I observed the room, a big desk sat in the middle, a fancy chair accompanied it, the walls were decorated with paintings and portraits. The was a door in the corner, which I strode over to, swinging it open, full force. An alarmed Fish sat on the other side, the door led to the next room. I quickly pointed my gun at the ground and rolled my eyes, turning to examine the room again.

"Clear!" I yelled, letting the team know our section was safe.

Frankie walked through the door and up to me, as I sifted through the desk. "Hey I just wanted to talk real quick."

"Really? Now is not the time, look for the money." I spat back at him. "Any luck?!" I yelled hoping someone found something.

A faint voice answered, "No! I swear, she said there was money here!" Pope echoed.

Getting antsy, I shoved the desk, causing it to fall over, Frankie stepped back, "Listen, I didn't mean to make things worse, okay? Trust me I wanted nothing more than to be with you again."

I paused my movements, holding a paperweight in my hand, "No Frankie, you've done enough, either you want me or don't." I spoke harshly.

"Damn it Chip, just listen!" He raised his voice.

"No! I'm not doing this again, get your shit together and fucking look for something!" I yelled, bending down to put the weight down. He leaned forward and grabbed my arm. "Fuck you!" I yanked away, causing the paper weight to leave my hand and barrel into the wall.

The wall cracked, a hole forming as the weight bounced off and fell to the ground. "Look at what you did!" Frankie gasped with frustration.

I whipped around, walking to the wall, grabbing the paperweight. As I stood, I stopped halfway up when I was met with the hole. But it wasn't just an empty wall or beam behind it. There were plastic packages sticking out, which is very unusual for houses. Frankie began to murmur again.

"Shh! Shut Up!" I shushed him, reaching into the hole and tugging at the bag.

"You never let me talk-" Frankie continued.

"Frankie shut the fuck up! Look!" I screamed when the bag came out of the wall and into my hands. I Twisted on my heel and showed him the bag, which contained a huge stack of One-hundred dollar bills.

"Holy Fuck." Frankie gulped, making eye contact with me.

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evermoreholland · 3 years

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More Than Enough | Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Angst + fluff

Word Count: 1,820

A/n: This is part 2 to a fic a wrote a while ago called All Alone. This could be read on it’s own, though. I’m really proud of this so feedback is much appreciate. I hope you all enjoy!

*Italics indicate flashbacks

You had never thought that you could feel so heartbroken. You just never thought you would be so broken by your best friend. You remember all of your amazing moments when you were kids, and you remember growing up together. You were Peter’s best friend, until he ruined it. He personally attacked you. The worst thing was, he didn’t care. It was up until the point where you told him to leave that he cared. You weren’t even sure that his love for you was true. How could he possibly say those words after our big blowout? Did he really even mean that or what he was just trying to get me to forgive him?

“Pick up, Y/n. Please,” Peter whispered as he tried calling your number for the tenth time that day. Peter felt extremely guilty for how he treated you. There were no excuses for his awful behavior. He didn’t know what had gotten into him today. He was upset about his breakup with MJ but that wasn’t an excuse for how he treated you. After the line went to voicemail, Peter dialed Ned’s number. Ned always had decent advice and maybe he could help Peter figure out a plan as to how to get his best friend back, maybe there was a way to fix the problem that he caused.

“Hello?” Ned responded on the other line. Ned knew that Peter went to your house to tell you about the breakup, but he had no idea how it went over.

“Ned, I fucked it up,” Peter said as he ran his fingers through his curls, a habit he did when he was stressed and upset.

“What do you mean you fucked it up?” Ned asked, confused. He didn’t see how a simple conversation could end up so badly. You were always supportive of Peter, sometimes more than others, and Ned didn’t think that your conversation with him could end up that bad.

“I ruined our friendship,” Peter said and broke down. Tears began to flow from his brown eyes and he broke down on the phone with Ned. He cried for around ten minutes and then he finally calmed down a bit.

“Have you tried calling her since you got home?” Ned asked Peter. To be honest, Ned knew that you needed your space. You had been overwhelmed by Peter lately but he didn’t think it would go this far.

“Around ten times,” Peter said. He sat on his bed and began fidgeting with a stuffed animal that you had given him in the sixth grade. He turned the teddy bear over to see the back. You had stitched a heart with both of your initials in the middle. He lightly smiled at the memory.

You had got home from school and you went to your desk to finish Peter’s bear for his twelfth birthday. You knew that giving your boy best friend a teddy bear would have been weird, but you couldn’t afford much and you’d known Peter would love it. You put your initials on the back of the bear to symbolize your forever friendship.

You needed to finish the bear soon, Peter would be coming over anytime soon. Just as you finished stitching, someone knocked on your bedroom door.

“Y/n!” Peter exclaimed.

“Coming!” You shouted back and opened the door for your best friend. “Happy birthday, Peter!”

“Thank you, Y/n.” Peter said as he pulled you in for a hug.

“I have a present for you,” you said and then Peter sat on the beanbag by your bed.

“You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I wanted to,” you said and then handed him the teddy bear. Peter takes a look at it and turns around to see the pink heart with his and your initials on it.

“I love it, Y/n. I’m never letting it go.” He never wanted to let you go either. That was a promise he made for himself.

Ned sighed and said, “Peter, she probably needs her space. Just give her some time.”

“I don’t want to listen to you, but I know that you’re right,” Peter admitted.

“I always am,” Ned teased.

“Shut up.”

It had been a week since your fight with your best friend. You were hesitant about going to school after your fight. You didn’t want to face Peter yet. He had hurt you and you didn’t want to risk breaking down in front of him. You had most of your classes together, and you couldn’t bear to face him. Your parents forced you to go to school anyway. Your walk to school was weird without Peter by your side. You felt alone, but he was the one to make you feel that way in the first place.

You got to school and then you went to your locker like usual. You got your books for chemistry, which you would usually walk to with Peter. You heard footsteps coming towards you and you immediately knew who it was. Peter.

“Y/n,” he said gently. You turned to face him and you were met with a very depressed looking Peter Parker. Dark circles were underneath his eyes and his eyes were bloodshot. A part of you felt bad for Peter but the other part of you chose not to forgive him that easily.

“Not now, Peter,” you said and started walking to class. Peter sighed, got his books and made his way to class.

Chemistry was absolutely boring. You were really glad that you chose Betty as your lab partner in the beginning of the year, though.

“Y/n, can we please be lab partners? They’re finally letting us choose this year!” Peter exclaimed on your first day of chemistry class after the teacher said to pick your partners.

“Pete, you know when we’re partners we don’t get anything done, right?” You replied. You loved Peter and he was an absolute genius, but when you two were paired together it was hard to get anything done.

“But you’re so fun,” Peter protested.

“I’m going with Betty, but I’ll sit with you in every other class, alright?” You asked and then Peter nodded in defeat. You gave Peter a quick side hug and made your way to sit with Betty.

The next two classes after chemistry were boring. You had geometry with Ned and MJ, and then you had English with Peter. You kept looking at Peter when he wasn’t looking, wondering what you did wrong in the first place. Why was Peter so hurt by ending the friendship that he didn’t want anymore? Or did he want it?

You made your way to lunch and you were conflicted. Do you sit with your friends and have tension with Peter or do you just sit alone? Peter saw you standing and silently contemplating your decision.

“I can sit alone,” Peter said when he saw you.

“They’re your friends too,” you replied. You started walking to the table and Peter stayed still. You turned behind you and saw him. He looked awful. A part of you wanted to keep walking and not care, but you love him.

You grabbed Peter’s hand and said, “Sit with me.” You both made your way to your group’s lunch table and sat down next to each other, like usual. For the past week you ate outside by the football field so it was definitely weird sitting with everyone again, but at the same time, sitting with Peter felt normal.

No one acknowledged the fight going on between Peter and you. You all ate lunch in silence with Betty occasionally talking to Ned. It was weird but you didn’t expect anything less.

After school, you went to stop by Delmar’s to get a sandwich. Your mother had texted you that she wouldn’t be home for dinner tonight so you went to get some food. After you picked up your sandwich, you made your way home. Once you entered your apartment, you were met with a sad Peter sitting on your bed. It wasn’t the first time you saw him like this.

“Y/n, I have something to tell you,” a nervous 15-year-old Peter Parker said as he made his way into your apartment.

“Petey, you look sad. What’s going on?” you asked as you sat down on your bed with him.

“Remember when I got bitten by a spider the other week?”

“Yeah…” you trailed on. Why was he mentioning this anyway?

“This may sound crazy, but I started sticking to stuff and now my body is changing... and I t-think I need to do something about this,” Peter said. It was obvious that he was scared about all of the changes in his life and you had to be there for him.

“I’ll be here for you, Peter. We’ll get through this together. I promise.”

You did make a promise to your best friend.

“Peter.”

“Y/n,” Peter said, getting up from your bed to make his way towards you.

“I’m sorry. There is really no excuse for how I treated you. I haven’t been a good friend to you and I know you probably never want to speak to me again but I wanted to let you know that you have always been there for me and I can’t thank you enough. I haven’t thanked you enough. I’m really sorry.” As soon as Peter finished speaking, he broke down and fell into your arms. His sobs filled the room and tears began rolling down your eyes as well.

“Pete,” you said gently. He looked up at you with his bloodshot eyes and you saw his wet cheeks and began to pat them dried with your sleeve out of habit.

“Y-yeah?” He whispered. He was scared that you were going to tell him to leave. He was scared to lose you.

“I love you, you know?” You said and Peter stood up and pulled you into him. You cried into his chest for a while. You listened to his rapid heartbeat and managed to calm down after a few minutes.

“I love you too, Y/n. I hate seeing you like this, especially knowing that I caused it,” Peter said as he cupped your cheeks, his thumbs stopping your tears from falling.

“I felt so alone,” you mumbled.

“And I’m so sorry for making you feel that way. I miss being your friend, and I haven’t been a good one lately,” Peter admitted.

“I forgive you, because I know this was not like you at all.”

“I really love you, Y/n,” he said.

“I love you more, Peter. Just come and talk to me whenever something is wrong, okay? Please try not to lash out on me.”

“You have my word,” Peter promised, and you knew that was enough. He was more than enough. He was Peter, and you were lucky to have him in your life.

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thejolexgroupchat · 3 years

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the one where they met in med school - part five

Jo is going through something and Alex is going to figure out what it is

Check out our Master List for parts 1-4 as well as other jolex fics we've been working on!

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(May 2007)

Seattle Grace is a disaster zone full of lovesick, horny patients and doctors. It’s like Alex cannot turn a corner without finding someone hooking up or getting hit on. At first, he thinks he’s imagining things because there’s no way that Doctor Montgomery is staring at him like he’s a fresh piece of meat and she’s a hungry lion. They see each other almost everyday as he helps Ava recover and everyday the woman stares him down like she wants to jump him.

And that’s another thing, he was pretty sure that Ava is trying to hit on him too. He knew he was good looking and that his rare soft side has been on full display lately, but for fuck’s sake even his patients? Ava was easier to handle than Addison, but both women were giving him a run for his money.

“You know, I think she’s trying to get in your pants,” Ava’s voice startled him as he looked up from her chart, brows furrowing as he looked at her. “Doctor Montgomery. She keeps looking at you with those sex eyes, like if I wasn’t here she’d be all over you.”

Well at least he isn’t crazy… Alex heaved a sigh and closed the chart, meeting Ava’s eyes with a smirk, “She can stare all she wants, I am off the market and not interested in one of my superiors dragging me into a supply closet for a quick hookup.”

He could tell Ava was shocked. Who in this death trap isn’t by the fact that Doctor Evil Spawn is tied down? She paused for a moment before a laugh came out, eyes falling to her hands that lay over her swollen belly, “Figures, I knew you were too handsome to be single. Does she work here too? It seems like everyone in this hospital is screwing.”

“No she’s back in Boston, she’ll be here in a few weeks though,” just saying the words out loud makes Alex’s heart flutter. Both Jo and Lexie had been accepted to the next class of interns at Seattle Grace, meaning that as soon as they walked across the stage in June they’d be flying across the country to Seattle. “It’s been too damn long, we’ve been doing long distance for almost a year now.”

“A year? Do you see her ever? I’m sure you’re super busy here,” Ava seemed genuinely curious about Alex and Jo’s relationship, a refreshing take compared to his friends that only asked if he was getting laid or not.

“Yeah we’ve both been out to see each other a few times. I just went there in March actually. It’s not enough, though. It’s not the same,” his mind now occupied with thoughts of his girlfriend, Alex said goodbye to Ava and left her room. He wasn’t even through the doorway of an on-call room before he dialed Jo’s number and waited for her to answer. “Hey you, how’s your day?”

“Fine.”

The one word answer stopped Alex’s heart. Usually, Jo was more than ready to rant about classes or tell him something exciting that she saw on campus. Instead, her monotone voice and lack of words scared him.

So he did the only thing he could think of and decided to call Lexie. The phone went to voicemail twice before it was answered, “Alex what’s going? I’m at work.”

“What’s wrong princess? Bad day?”

“No it’s just been long,” Jo sighed, her voice seeming even further away. “I have a headache, that’s all.”

“I’m sorry babe, if it makes you feel better, one of my patients thinks that my boss is trying to screw me,” Alex’s voice was light hearted as he tried to cheer Jo up, but her frustrated sigh on the other end of the line told him that she didn’t find the situation amusing. “Look, I’m sorry. I thought it was a funny story but-”

“Hey, Lexie. I’m sorry, but is Jo okay?”

“What?” Lexie scrunched her face. “That’s why you’re calling me? I have to get back to the lab.”

“Don’t hang up! It’s just… I called her a few minutes ago and she was acting weird. She was giving me short answers and then she hung up on me. She sounded stressed and nervous. Not school stressed either. I’m worried,” Alex explained.

“I know you two have been together for years, but it still kind of freaks me out whenever I hear you talk like this… Now that you mention it though, Jo has been acting off. Normally she’s really chatty in the evenings, but lately she’s been distracted.”

"Did something happen?" Alex asked.

"Not that I know of… should I get off work early and go check on her?"

"No, it's fine. I'll take care of it. Thanks Lexie," Alex hung up the phone and decided to look for Bailey.

“I gotta go, I’ll call you later,” the line went dead before Alex could say anything else, leaving him to stare down at the phone in his hands in shock. No matter how angry or upset his girlfriend has been she’d never hung up on him like that, not even during their big blowout fight a few weeks before.

After a few minutes of running around the hospital, he finally found Bailey sitting behind the nursing station giving Izzie some instructions about a patient's post-op care, "Dr. Bailey can I speak with you for a moment?"

"Say what you need to say, Karev. Stevens and I are very busy today. I don't have time to waste," Bailey replied without looking up from her charts.

Alex looked up at Izzie who just shrugged and motioned for him to speak, "I need the rest of the day off, the next few days actually."

Bailey looked up from the chart she was writing in, an unimpressed expression on her face, "Excuse me?"

"I know we're swamped and I'm on Ava's case, but I really just need a couple days. There's been a family emergency and I need to catch the next flight to Boston," Alex looked at Bailey expectantly.

"Is everything okay?" Izzie asked, concerned.

"I don't know. I couldn't really get a lot of information over the phone, but I need to get to Boston as soon as possible. Please," Alex waited for a couple seconds for Dr. Bailey's response.

"You are lucky I like you," Bailey mumbled. "Go Karev, get out of here. You have three days. Call me if it's really bad and you need more."

Alex nodded in thanks and ran to the locker room to collect his things. By the time he arrived at the airport, an hour had passed since he left the hospital. He ran up to the ticket counter and asked for the next flight to Boston. It was pricey, but the plane would leave in an hour, meaning Alex had to be quick if he wanted to make it in time for boarding.

The rest of the time in between him getting to Boston was a blur. When his plane touched down, it was midnight on the east coast. He called a cab and hopped in, giving them Jo’s address. It was 12:37am when he finally arrived. Alex walked up the steps to the apartment and knocked on the door. There was a shuffling on the inside before the door opened.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Jo’s eyes widened as she opened the door. She looked like shit, her eyes were red and puffy and she was dressed in one of Alex’s dark blue flannels and some pajama shorts.

“I was worried about you, you didn’t sound okay when I called,” Alex watched Jo’s bottom lip tremble as she held back tears, his hands coming up to hold her shoulders as she looked up at her. “Jo, what’s wrong?”

Jo tried to open her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Instead a sob broke from her throat, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks as Alex pulled her into his embrace. His hands rubbed her back slowly as he attempted to quiet her sobs.

“Jo what’re you- Alex? What the hell,” Alex looked up and met Lexie’s eyes behind Jo, hers softening as she glanced at her friend who was still crying. “She wouldn’t tell me anything, she’s been crying on and off since I got home.”

“Come on babe, let’s get you to bed,” Alex pulled back from Jo just long enough to hook his arms under her legs so he could carry her to her bedroom. She made no protests as she nuzzled further into Alex’s chest, her silence throwing him off as they settled into bed together. “I’ll be here in the morning, you just sleep.”

Jo’s sobs had turned into sniffles as she pressed her face into the crook of Alex’s neck. She was never a big cuddler when they would sleep together, most of the time Alex would be fighting her for room on the mattress as she starfished across it. That’s how Alex could tell something wasn’t right, the way that Jo was curled up into a ball pressed as close to him as possible told him everything he needed to know.

Somewhere around 3am, Alex felt Jo poke him in the side. He opened his eyes and looked at the face of the woman he loved only to find her usual joyful demeanor replaced with one of fear. He watched as Jo took a deep breath, “We need to go to the store.”

“The store? For what? Jo, it’s three in the morning. Is anything even open right now?” Alex furrowed his brow.

“There’s a twenty-four hour CVS a couple blocks away,” Jo lifted her head from its place on Alex’s chest and moved to get out of bed. “I just really need to get something from the store.”

“Jo, the store can wait. We can go in a few hours,” Alex tried reasoning with her.

“It can’t wait!” Jo exclaimed as tears began to trickle down her face again. “It can’t wait Alex. We need to go right now.”

“Okay, we’ll go now. Just calm down for me,” Alex placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I’m going to get dressed. Give me two minutes.”

By the time they arrived at CVS, it was 3:23am. Alex made a move to exit the car when Jo placed a hand on his arm, “No! Stay here. I’ll go alone.”

“What? No, Jo it’s three in the morning. I’m not letting you go into the store alone,” Alex protested.

“There’s nobody here. I will be fine,” Jo opened the car door. “Besides, I know how to take care of myself. I’ll be back in five minutes.”

Alex was extremely confused. He had no idea what the hell was wrong with his girlfriend, but he knew it wasn’t good. In the years he’d known her, Alex had never seen her like this. He tried racking his brain for any possible thing that could’ve led her to acting like this but he came up blank.

Jo entered the car with a plastic bag in her hands, breaking him from his thoughts. He looked over at her, “You good?”

“Yeah,” Jo’s voice and face despondent. “Just drive the car.”

“Okay…”

As they walked back into her apartment, Alex gave Jo a worried look. She’d been silent the entire car ride and Alex basically had to drag her up the stairs to the apartment. He sighed, “Jo, come on. It’s been hours since I got here and you still haven’t told me anything. I left the hospital early and asked for the next three days off because I know you are not okay. I know something is wrong and I’m worried about you. Please, I love you. I am here. Let me help you.”

Wiping a couple stray tears from her face, Jo pulled Alex into the bathroom and locked the door. She handed him the bag containing what she’d just purchased from CVS.

Alex’s eyes widened as he removed what was inside the bag, “Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” Jo swallowed nervously. She leaned against the sink and closed her eyes. “Now you know why I’m acting so weird… I’m freaking out here, Alex.”

Alex looked from the unopened pregnancy test box in his hand back to Jo, “It’s okay. Everything is going to be fine Jo. You’re going to take the test and I’m going to be right here the entire time. I’m not going anywhere, no matter what this test says.”

“Can you just… go in the hallway while I pee,” Jo’s voice was quiet and far away as she looked up at Alex. Their eyes met and they both took in the same expression of fear that the other wore.

Alex nodded and left the bathroom, sliding down the wall of the hallway as he waited for what seemed to be forever for Jo to finish. His mind was racing, heart hammering in his chest as he played the last two months over in his head. If Jo was… it had to have happened when he came out in March. They’d been careful, they were always careful, but the trip had been short and sweet and they’d spent most of their time in bed.

“It says wait three minutes,” Alex is startled out of his train of thought by Jo’s voice, her figure now standing in front of him with a solemn expression. She had thrown on one of his Iowa State sweatshirts in her haste to get out the door, the fabric hanging loosely off her body as she sat on the ground and dragged herself into Alex’s waiting arms. “I’m scared, Alex.”

“Hey if it is positive you’re already heading to Seattle in a few weeks anyways. We can work it out,” Alex brushed his fingers through Jo’s hair as he pulled her close, his lips pressing into her forehead. “I love you, no matter what happens I’m always gonna love you.”

Jo nodded her head, but didn’t speak anymore. Alex felt terrible, she’d probably been carrying this around for a few days by herself while he was clueless on the other side of the country. The past year had been hell on earth for him, but he took a little comfort in the fact that in just a few short weeks they’d be waking up next to each other again.

“I’m late, like stupid late, and I haven’t been able to keep food down all week,” Jo’s voice was muffled as she pressed herself further in Alex’s chest, his fingers rubbing against her back in slow circles as her breathing became more erratic. “I’m so freaking stupid, I can’t believe this. I’m so dumb.”

Brows furrowed, Alex looked down at his girlfriend in worry. He’d never seen her this upset about something, leading him to believe that an unexpected pregnancy wasn’t the only thing clouding her mind at the moment, “You’re not stupid, I was there too. If anything I’m the stupid one.”

Jo sniffled, one hand coming up to wipe at her cheeks as she met Alex’s gaze. He’d never seen her so devoid of emotion, her face blank as she blinked up at him, “I’m ruining your life. I should’ve just let you go to Seattle without being tied to me because now you’re gonna be stuck with me and all this shit. You don’t deserve any of this.”

Alex’s face softened, his hands coming up to cradle Jo’s face tenderly. She was sitting here waiting for the results of a pregnancy test and she was worried about him instead of herself.

“Babe, you didn’t ruin anything, you never could. I’m not here because you’re forcing me to, I’m here because I want to be and because I love you,” brushing back her hair, Alex leaned his forehead against Jo’s. “No matter what happens, nothings going to change how I feel about you. Okay?”

“Can… Can you go look? Please.”

Rising from the floor, Alex walked into the bathroom and stared down at the three tests laying across the counter. Hands braced on the countertop, he let out a sigh as he looked back to Jo.

“Negative. All three are negative.”

Jo released the breath she had been holding, “Oh thank God… okay… okay.”

Alex stood silent for a moment and watched as Jo allowed a few tears to slide down her face. He crouched down next to her, one of the tests in his hands, “See. They’re negative. You’re probably just stressed about finals. It’s all good, we’re okay.”

“I’m relieved that it’s negative. I really am. We can’t handle this right now,” Jo spoke after a couple moments of silence. She looked up at Alex, eyes shining with unshed tears. “But… Is it wrong that I’m a little disappointed, though?”

Alex raised his eyebrows in surprise at her words. He and Jo never really talked about kids. It wasn’t something that was on either one of their radars. They were content with just the two of them. Alex had always assumed that he and Jo would be together until one or both of them died from old age. He didn’t need anything other than to have her by his side.

On top of all that, he didn’t think Jo wanted kids. Neither of them had very good upbringings, but Jo definitely had it worse than he did. Even though she’d never verbalized it, he knew she was afraid of being a bad mom to their hypothetical child. He supposed it was similar to the fear he had about being a horrible father, given his own history with crappy dads.

Alex's mouth twitched slightly, "It's not wrong. There's nothing wrong with feeling disappointed."

"I know, but we've never talked about it," Jo shrugged one shoulder. "I didn't even know I wanted it until just now. I've never thought about it. I've always assumed that I'd never find someone who'd want to do that with me."

That's when Alex understood. Even after three years, Jo still expected that one day he'd leave her. She thought that one day, he'd find someone better—as if that person existed—and she'd be alone. Jo didn't understand the concept of forever, she'd never had anyone stick around. It was a bit of a wake up call for him. Alex realized that he'd never been clear with his intentions.

“I guess this is my fault,” Alex rubbed the back of his neck and took a deep breath. “I’ve never said my intentions out loud because I thought they were all so obvious. I didn’t think they needed to be vocalized, but I’m not going anywhere. This ‘someone who would want to do that with you’ you thought you’d never find is me, Jo. I want it all with you. You are my home, and I never wanna go anywhere without you, do you hear me?”

Alex lifted Jo’s chin to make sure she was looking into his eyes. He noticed hers were full of tears and knew it was probably because nobody had ever said that to her before. Pulling her closer, he placed a kiss on her head, “And you don’t need to feel guilty about being disappointed.”

He moved his head so their foreheads touched, “Someday, when the right time comes, we’re gonna have a family to call our own. Until then, it’ll be just us, but we won’t need anybody else. We’re the only family we need, right? You and me,” Alex smiled, earning a smile and a chuckle from her. “We’re gonna have it all, Jo” he said.

“Someday,” Jo looked at him from the corner of her eyes with a shy smile.

Alex pulled her into a meaningful kiss, “Someday.”

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garyunwinimagines · 4 years

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Definition (Ransom Drysdale x Reader)

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Angst with a happy ending

Author: @garyunwinimagines (Cross posted on AO3 - Lady_avenger37)

Word Count: 1,758 words

Description: After a drunken hookup with your childhood best friend, you find yourself pregnant. What happens when Ransom tells his family and words are exchanged?

Note: It’s been awhile. This is just word vomit that came out of my depressed ass. I hope it’s alright. I’m kinda rusty with this.

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Another blowout level fight with Ransom happened again today. One that was for the record books, and one that could guarantee the ending of your friendship. You just found out that you were pregnant, and you made the mistake of telling him right before you went to his Grandfather’s house for a family gathering. Like normal, Ransom was stoking the fire with his family and Walt remarked something about having dozens of kids without him knowing. Ransom then spilled the beans on your pregnancy. Congratulations were given and then the snide comments began.

The one that really set you off was “Well I’m not at fault here,”

“Jesus fuck Ransom! Who the fuck do you think knocked me up?” You said and stormed out. Grabbing the keys to his beamer in the process. You drove off before he or anyone in his family could say anything.

You didn’t even know where you were driving to, but you just drove. Drove to forget what happened. Drove to forget what was happening. All while ignoring the constant calls from Ransom and the rest of his family. After an hour or so your stomach growled. So, you decided to just go to a gas station and pick up some food before going back on the road. Now with a destination in mind.

Your parents’ old cabin. One which they rarely visited this time of the year, and lucky for you it wasn’t too far from your current location. It was someplace that you used to go to all the time during the summer. Now since it was mid fall it wasn’t on the top of their lists for places to go. They even said that you could go and use it whenever you wanted to have some peace and quiet. Which reminded you to turn off your phone to stop its constant ringing. Turning it off was a wonderful idea as you began to relax slightly as you made your way to the cabin. Your only thoughts being to get to the cabin and take a nice hot bath.

After another 45 minutes, you arrived at the cabin. You couldn’t get in there fast enough. Taking the trash and extra food inside. Throwing it on the counter as you made your way to the bathroom. Right in front of you stood a porcelain claw foot heavenly looking tub that you could just about drown in, and it was calling your name. You grabbed a towel after you turned on the hot water. Which to your dismay took a while to heat up. During that time, you looked around to see if there was any bath salts or oils that you could add to it. After opening drawer after drawer, you did find a bottle of lavender scented bubble bath. That would have to do.

Adding that was probably your smartest idea of the day. As the water was hot and the scent wafted around the room. Taking off your clothes, you finally stepped into the tub and it was so worth the wait. Not only did the heat help take away some of the stress, but the lavender helped soothe your frazzled nerves. Your body started to get so relaxed that you started to fall asleep. Before anything bad could happen, you got out of the tub.

Drying yourself off, you wrapped the towel tightly around you. Going over to where you left all your clothes to carry them to your room. Picking them up you walked across the cabin to where your room was. Praying that you had some clothes there so you didn’t have to put back on your dirty clothes.

Opening up the door, you can tell that it hasn’t changed since you last used it. You smiled. As on the dresser to the right of the door, there was a handful of pictures of you and your family and friends. A couple including Ransom.

You picked up the photo as it was one of your favorites of the two of you. You were both smiling and looking at you mom who was taking the picture. It was a couple summers ago when Ransom decided he needed a break from the world. Aka his family. So, you invited him to spend a few days with you and your family at the cabin. That picture was taken only a couple minutes after he arrived. Your mom joked that she had never seen either of you more relaxed or happy then when the two of you were out here together.

She was right. Out here was your happy place, and having your best friend/love of your life with you only made it better.

But right now it was your hiding place. A place to forget, and a place to be in peace.

And that’s what it was for the next week.

You relaxed and tried to figure out what you were going to do. You knew that unless if it would kill you, you were going to go through with the pregnancy. You thought about aborting it, but a part of you loved Ransom so much that you couldn’t kill any part of him.

Then you thought about how you were going to raise your child. Where would you be? Would you tell them about Ransom? About his family?

Most importantly, you thought would Ransom be involved?

If he was, would you be a family, or would he still sleep around? Would he get sick of you?

That night, you couldn’t sleep. Just like most nights in the past week. Except this time, you were awoken by someone’s arms wrapped around you. Turning your head, you were met with a familiar face.

“Ransom?” You said, and in the blink of an eye his eyes met yours.

His eyes were swollen and red, with the left one surrounded by a faint bruise. You felt a slight change in the pressure around you.

“You look like shit,” You said.

“I’m sorry,” He said and he buried his face into your neck.

With him here, you didn’t know what to say. Especially since he apologized. Turning around, you forced him to look into your eyes.

“I’m sorry. I let those fuckers get to me. I didn’t mean it-” He said.

“They always get to you Hugh. Every single time.” You said. He was about to talk again, but you put a finger to his lips. “You don’t think of the consequences of your words, or your actions.”

His grip loosened around you as he began to close off.

“I’m not just thinking about myself here. I’m thinking about OUR child. As whether you like it or not, you were the one to knock me up. If you want to take responsibility or not is your choice. As if you don’t, you might as well be dead to me,” You said meeting his blank stare, which seemed to aggravate you more than you thought it would. “Cause I probably was too damn foolish to think that you’d still be my best friend, even after a drunken mishap. But apparently I’m just one of your little playthings that you’ll just throw away-”

His eyes flashed with unbridled anger when he cut you off and got out of the bed.

“How could you EVER think that you’re disposable to me? After everything we’ve been through!” He said and you got out of the bed and stood right in front of him.

“How could I not! Not after you said it was MY fault that I’m pregnant! When that happens to also be the fault of the goddamn dumbass that knocked me up in the first place!” You yelled and jabbed your finger in his chest. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you as close as humanly possible.

“I maybe the dumbass for ever trusting you in the first place. To ever think that we were friends,” He damn near growled at you. “I’m more of a fool to ever think that you could love me the way I love you,” He said and pushed you away and towards the bed.

Your heart shattered. You have loved him for a long time, and figured that he only saw you as a friend. Tears began to sting in your eyes as you looked away from him.

It was silent for the next couple minutes while you kept yourself from sobbing. Once you felt that you would be able to confront him, you looked at him. You noticed that he was tenser than earlier but more nervous.

“Ransom,” Your voice broke. His head snapped right to you. “I’ve loved you for years, and have trusted you even longer.”

He took a step closer to you. You stuck your arm out, signaling for him to stop.

“At the same time, you’ve hurt me more than any one ever has. I understand that you don’t get along with your family. That you constantly stoke up drama and other shit with them. You’ve even brought me into it before. You went too damn far this time.” His jaw clenched at the statement.

“Did you even think about how terrified I was to tell you that I was pregnant? How worried I was? Wondering if we’d ever be friends after this? How we would raise a child? The worst one that is still constantly going through my head is, will he stay?” That’s the moment your resolve broke and you were visibly crying with tear tracks falling down your face at an increasing pace.

Ransom took the couple steps to get to you before you could say anything else. Before you knew it, he wrapped his arms around you and held you to his chest. Your tears wetting his shirt. His hot breath fanned across the top of your head, and you could tell that he was saying something but not what he was saying. All you could really focus on was the warmth and strength of his embrace, and the way his hand was rubbing up and down the length of your back as he was trying to soothe you.

“I’m scared too,” Ransom said once you stoped crying. You looked up at him.

“Then let’s be scared together,” You said reaching up to cup his cheek. His mouth curved up into a smile that melted your heart.

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, basking in the other’s presence. Silent promises exchanged between the two of you that helped ease the pain of the past week.

#Ransom Drysdale x Reader #Hugh Ransom Drysdale #Ransom Drysdale #Ransom Drysdale fanfiction #Knives Out Fanfiction #Knives Out

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flightofaqrow · 4 years

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Meta: Road to Recovery

OKAY SO

Yesterday, @ littleblackqrow made this excellent post about Qrow hitting rock bottom in vol 6, [< that’s a link to it, my blog isn’t always great with identifying that] which breaks down:

Him being forced to literally face the consequences of his actions in regards to drinking.

Him not dealing with frustration or lack of direction well.

The rising tensions of his interpersonal relationships, people starting to lose patience with and call him on his bs, especially as he gets worse.

How important his relationship with Ruby is and not wanting to put that at risk.

Beautiful. The good stuff. Go read it if you haven’t.

But I also present to you another nuance that affected his descent and ultimate decisions: a complete blowout identity crisis.

This got long so I’m going to try and separate it into phases.

I. Loss of Identity

"I gave my life to you because you gave me a place in this world. I thought I was finally doing some good."

When Ozpin’s secret is revealed, Qrow’s reaction is to believe his entire purpose for the last 20+ years was working towards something that was never really a complete plan and probably doomed from the start. None of it mattered: The work STRQ put in. His choosing the opposite side of his own sister. Losing Summer. All the spying, fighting. The whole idea of having huntsman to begin with and all the effort he put in to be one of the best. All of the things he didn’t do instead.

In one fell swoop he loses his whole identity.

On top of finding out one of his most trusted people not only kept secrets, but lied to him - someone he’s likely stood up for and defended with bared teeth and is now finding out those other people were right. On top of what is still coming that has to be faced and all the lives in danger.

Ruby is right to be worried he won't take it well. Who would?

II. Rock Bottom

It's why even the apathy scene where he knows he fucked up isn't enough. The whole situation still feels hopeless. He still feels empty. Oh, and let's add on finding out his own hero and inspiration was one of the ones who gave up and ran away.

[Aside: When they were riding in the cart and Maria said “especially when some of you are clearly stronger already” I’m pretty sure that included Qrow. Look at him through her eyes! A huntsman 40+ who’s dedicated his whole life to the occupation, and even though it’s clearly taken a toll and he struggles, he’s still out there fighting the good fight to the bitter end like you’re supposed to!! She can’t be only talking about the young ones being skilled.]

So rock bottom hits.

But.

"If you think you can keep up with us kids, we’d be happy to have you."

Eventually we have the scene where Ruby stands up to him and offers him a new place at her side. She’s too smart for her own good. Even if it’s subconscious and intuitively, she knows what he needs. Maria’s still there, too. Still means something to him, and she reinforces this idea, coaxing him to make better choices:

"Guess you didn't give her enough credit either."

The seed’s been planted, but he's still too stuck in his own head and guilt to see it yet.

III. Breaking Down and Building Back Up

This finally culminates in his breakdown when the airship abduction plan starts falling apart:

“Every choice I've ever made has led me here, and I've dragged you along with me. Oz, myself, the others... We're responsible for the mess the world's in now. I shouldn't have come, shouldn't have let any of you come... What was I thinking?!”

Hopefully, this hits a little bit different now. It’s not just semblance-based guilt or even recognizing his recent failings. It’s everything crashing down around him. Literally every choice he’s made.

But then Ruby absolves him. [wow look at what can happen when you actually talk about stuff.] She steps up as her own person and a full on leader for the group, and finally, finally frees him from everything up until now; even this self-imposed intermediate job of being the responsible adult. And then once more reminds him of who he is and that there is still a fresh start to be his own person. She uses his full name for a reason.

“We could still use Qrow Branwen on our side.”

So he chooses to join the fight. Because of course he does.

He’s Qrow Branwen.

The huntsman who does what’s right.

IV. Staying Sober

So when all is said and done, and they’re winding down from the battle, and he goes for a drink, it isn't just not wanting to worry Ruby that stops him. He can’t even see her face. [Although, saying "just don't go giving me heart attacks like that again" aloud does, I think, finally cause the immediate flash of insight / irony that Ruby probably feels the same way about him, and is definitely a factor]. It's not even him confronting or atoning for his actions.

No, this moment is him making the transition from being Oz's spy (when it was all fun and games and he could get away with stuff because he was that good and worked alone), to realizing that if he's going to take on this new role as a committed support for RWBY + ORNJ (in a deadly war with uncertain and changing tactics, against an unkillable being), then, I need to be sharper. I need to be more present. I need to be a better me.

This is him looking right down the mouth of his flask and deciding for himself to leave it in the past with Ozpin and his own former identity, and to instead move forward and grow alongside everyone else.

Yesterday’s post made the beautiful observations of Ruby’s expressions during this scene, but let’s look at Qrow.

[I’m busy having a personal crisis, don’t touch me.]

[Well, I guess it’s okay.]

V. Bonus Round

And let me point out that once more, at the end of the battle, Maria reinforces him, this time by validating his performance in this new standby and support function. [Which is also probably closer to what he was used to being in STRQ, and more comfortable for him.]

“You weren't half bad yourself today, Qrow.”

This is self indulgent but I’M ADDING IT ON BECAUSE THIS SCENE BLOWS MY MIND, OK!! ALL WITHIN 40 SECONDS WE SEE:

Qrow being validated.

Qrow talking about his feelings.

Qrow accepting a compliment with poise.

Qrow genuinely relaxing and smiling.

BECAUSE OF MARIA!!!!

VI. Some extra asides

1. I think this all is part of why we see such a spike of bird form in vol 6 as well. Besides just making more sense than other battles maybe, since it’s something at a cliffside and tall forest, it's all he has left at that point. Ozpin and prior orders lost his respect. He lost the group's respect. He's already given the kids all the information he has. He's barely feeling useful as a huntsman. But here [man, the hope and pride in his voice when he says "you're not the only one who can get a bird's eye view" !!], here is this one thing that's special that he can still do and offer that no one else in the group can!! So he relies on it a little more than he normally would just to feel worthwhile.

2. SEE SECTION V - CLOVER YOU ABSOLUTE DOLT. Qrow’s already demonstrated all the things you’re trying to say he needs to work on. HE’S ONLY DEFLECTING AND FLUSTERED BECAUSE IT’S YOU SAYING THE THINGS!!! I don’t understand how the ship isn’t approached more from this direction instead of wanting Clover to be that development for him, but I always tend to handle ships differently I guess.

3. Expanding on that, Clover helped him have a fresh start with a new person to start feeling out this new self, and maybe work through some baggage. But I really think Qrow and this decision is stronger than to relapse much, if any, over the loss of him. I don't think he blames himself as much as some seem to believe either (yet another separate post), but even if he ends up with a bunch of guilt in vol 8, going sober was never about any resolution of his semblance or friend troubles. BUT at the same time stress is still stress so we'll see.

I feel like Nora running out of breath, bless you if you stuck with this the whole way.

#rwby #qrow branwen #rwby meta #rwby volume 6 #long post #* behind closed doors = ooc *#* gotta look inside / a little introspection = character development *#* hey don't get mad cause i'm right = headcanon *#* legends and stories; some of them true; some made up = meta *

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athingthatwantsvirginia · 4 years

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we never painted by the numbers

chapter one of the peter losing wendy series

*inspired by Taylor Swift’s Folklore*

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Original Character (Liz Walker)

Warnings: alcohol, partying, plot does not follow the canon

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: At the Labor Day party in the Boneyard, Liz and JJ have trouble avoiding each other.

September 2, 2019

Though the sand was cool beneath her feet, Liz felt her cheeks burning red. Her heart beat anxiously against her ribs. Chewing on her bottom lip, she descended the slope down to the shore, where she would find the keg. Where she would find JJ. She kept telling herself there was no reason to be nervous, that it would be the same as it always had been. But as soon as she spotted him, her stomach sank and she had to avert her eyes. His face was lit dimly beneath the half moon, and she could tell he was smiling even from across the crowd of sweaty teenagers. Swallowing down the sick nerves creeping up her throat, she meandered through the masses and finally arrived at the center of the party. The other pogues, along with Sarah Cameron, stood around the keg like politicians schmoozing voters. Ask, and the people shall receive shitty keg beer. Liz wanted to grimace at herself for thinking such bitter thoughts, but she plastered on a weak smile instead.

Kie noticed her before she even had to say anything, pulling her into a drunken side hug and squealing some joyous exclamation. Liz couldn’t quite understand her through all the slurring, but she knew the gist of the words tumbling from Kie’s mouth. It had been too long, even though they saw each other at work it just wasn’t the same, and the like. No matter how much she wanted to, Liz knew she couldn’t just disappear. She couldn’t suddenly stop showing up on the HMS Pogue for Sunday fishing trips or not make an appearance at a party. Especially not the Labor Day blowout to celebrate the beginning of senior year.

Rather, she chose to fade away. Show her face less and less until, hopefully, they forgot she ever existed. It wasn’t an airtight plan, but it was the best she could come up with. She promised Kie they would dance together later, after Liz was able to down a few drinks. A chorus of cheers followed, the rest of the group elated to see the friend who had been working an inexplicable number of shifts the past few weeks. And, for just a moment, Liz felt secure in the spot where she stood. Kie had her arm around Liz’s shoulders, babbling on to Sarah about some memory from the Kook Academy Liz wasn’t present for.

On a normal night, it would have bothered Liz. Before Sarah Cameron had shown up and John B started macking on her, Kie had been Liz’s confidant. The only other girl to relate to in the face of three clueless boys. But Liz didn’t share a childhood with Kie the way Sarah did. Liz knew she hadn’t exactly been replaced, but she was also smart enough to know it would never be the same. She would never again be the one Kie immediately thought to call when she considered cutting her hair or getting another spontaneous dolphin tattoo. It was Liz who had, in fact, replaced Sarah. And why would Kie need the replacement when the original was back in the picture?

Despite the old, familiar hurt bubbling up in her chest, though, Liz just couldn’t bring herself to care when Kie and Sarah twirled away to go dance near the portable speaker. There were bigger fish to fry. Harder pills to swallow as she took a tentative step towards the keg, and the three boys, to ask for a drink. She wasn’t lost on the way JJ had been avoiding her gaze and hadn’t said a word upon his noticing her arrival. Liz was pretty sure it wasn’t lost on Pope either, even if she and JJ were both doing their best to act as usual for the sake of their friends. At least Liz didn’t have to worry about John B noticing anything was wrong. He was oblivious, as always.

“Hey, Liz, where have you been?” John B asked with a wide smile, pouring her a red solo cup of watery beer before she could actually even ask for one.

Liz shrugged and tucked some stray hairs, flying loose in the ocean breeze, behind her ear. “Here and there. And I mean...nowhere, really.”

John B furrowed his brows and chuckled at her cryptic tone. “Okay, James Bond. Don’t tell me then.”

“Just work and stuff,” she continued, noncommittal, as she accepted the drink from his outstretched hand. “Mommy dearest hasn’t been in the best mood lately, either. Lots of fires to put out on the home front.”

“Ouch,” John B said, commisterating. “Well, are you staying on the pullout tonight? I think there’s a free spot. Pope’s staying at Kie’s, so…”

“Oh, I don’t know. It just um...depends. I’ll let you know later,” she said, looking down into her drink and taking a big gulp.

She wasn’t a drinker most nights, but she felt as though she might need a little bit more than she was used to. Still, the PBR burned warmly in her gut as it went down. She could almost hear JJ teasing her about being a lightweight. And she almost waited to actually hear him say it, but she knew he wouldn’t. She locked eyes with him for just a moment, but then a Touron girl came up for a drink, and Liz didn’t have his attention anymore.

Ready to service a new customer, John B brushed off Liz’s uncertainty and gave her a half-nod, along with some sort of affirmative grunt. Only Pope kept his inquisitive gaze on Liz. By the time he approached her carefully, she had taken a few steps back from the keg and begun to space out, watching the reverie. Some heavy rap song played, the majority of the people in attendance dancing their hearts out in the sand. But Liz stayed close to the shoreline, the water licking at the backs of her heels. She’d discarded her shoes the moment she jumped off her bike, leaving them in the small basket. Part of her worried about them getting stolen, but then she knew nobody would. They knew what her bike looked like, they knew who she was friends with. The Kooks did, at least. And it was far more likely she would steal from a Touron before a Touron ever stole from her. She was debating whether to go and sit by the bonfire, up near the dunes, when Pope came to stand beside her.

“Hey, so...what’s up with you?” he began hesitantly.

“What do you mean?” she asked, not meeting his eyes and taking another long sip. The beer was already almost gone.

Pope pursed his lips, then turned to face her fully and took on the stern tone of voice which always made Liz want to roll her eyes. “Did you and JJ have a fight or something? It seems like there’s some weird shit going on between the two of you. And you haven’t been around for weeks. Kie was worried sick last weekend when you skipped out on free crab legs.”

“I had stuff going on, Pope,” Liz replied easily.

“Can’t you just stop bullshitting me for one second?” Pope asked, eyebrows raised in frustration.

Licking her lips, Liz took a deep breath to compose herself and finally looked directly at Pope. “I had to work. My mom’s a fucking mess. I was exhausted, alright?”

“But it’s not just that,” Pope continued. He was approaching it almost as though it were a question of logic. As though he could solve everything if he only knew where the mistake in the problem was. “You and JJ are best friends, Liz. But you guys can’t even look at each other. What the hell happened?”

Nerves began to jitter right beneath Liz’s skin, making her itch. “Nothing happened, okay? Maybe I just need some time...for myself.”

Pope scoffed. Even on her worst day, the most Liz would do was hide out in the spare bedroom at the Chateau to take a breather. Never before had she willingly chose to stay at her own house instead of John B’s. Especially not since John B had finally become an emancipated minor the year before, and they no longer had to worry about Child Protective Services randomly showing up. Liz had always been so worried they would recognize her, and they would again start asking the questions they had asked just after her father died.

“Time for yourself?” Pope repeated, unconvinced.

She nodded. “Yeah. I went to the movies by myself on Sunday for the matinee. It was pretty great. They were doing an anniversary screening of Donnie Darko. Like any of you guys would’ve been into that. So there’s just one of many examples.”

For a moment, Pope had to agree. “That movie does make a mockery of time travel.”

“Exactly,” Liz exclaimed sardonically. She had watched the movie with Pope once. She remembered just how dissimilar their reviews of it had been.

“But you and I both know JJ would’ve loved that shit,” Pope said.

Jaw tightening, Liz let out a small, humorless laugh and turned back to the crowd. “No way. That movie doesn’t have a happy ending. JJ only wants a happy ending.”

Before Pope could muster up an argument (she was right, after all; JJ couldn’t stand a less-than-happy ending unless they were watching some ridiculous low-budget creature feature), Liz left to go receive a refill. Shaking his head, Pope decided to let the problem lie for the time being. He wanted to go find Kie. He fancied himself a good boyfriend, and figured she would need her hair held back sooner or later.

. . .

Buzzed but not drunk, Liz laughed loudly at something the Touron boy across from her had said. He was short and stocky brunette, with straight white teeth and a bland face. But he was nice enough, and he didn’t seem to care that she was a couple inches taller than him. Besides, they couldn’t tell the difference when sitting on a log next to the bonfire. She was three drinks in, and finally the nagging voice was exiting her mind. Her heart was quieting to a steady beat, and she felt warm and calm instead of shaky. Her bare knee touched the Touron boy’s leg, and she smiled at the contact, though she thought vaguely that she couldn’t remember his name.

It was a party though. It’s what the Pogues were always telling her before. She could let loose at a party, if she wanted. She could do without thinking, if she wanted. The uncertainty didn’t go entirely out the window, however, until she spotted JJ from across the fire again. He was dancing, like usual. With some tanned, blonde Touron girl. Her lips were bubblegum pink and she giggled girlishly. Liz knew she could never make herself giggle like that. Not at all. It wasn’t in her DNA. The warmth of the bonfire made her feel reckless, almost, as she saw the dimple appear on JJ’s cheek. He laughed at whatever the girl had whispered in his ear.

She saw flashes of him everywhere, even in places he wasn’t. Without as much access to Twinkie, she had been relegated to the bus as of late. There was only so far her bike could take her. The day had been hot and muggy, and she had opted to take the bus to the bank instead of biking over. She preferred not to be a sweaty, melting mess when she sat down and discussed her savings. The savings her mother didn’t seem to know about. Her nose had been buried in a worn copy of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. She’d been sitting on the searing metal bench waiting for the bus to arrive, when she glanced up and her gaze immediately landed on a shaggy blonde head of hair. For just a moment, her heart had done a twist. It looked so much like JJ. Until whoever it was turned around on their skateboard, and Liz had found some random Touron instead of her best friend.

At the time, she shrugged it off and kept up her alternating pattern of reading and obsessing over everything that could go wrong with her savings account. Later, though, when she’d been lying in bed with only the sound of cicadas to distract her, the vivid moment had come back to the forefront of her mind. There was something so visceral about the feeling she’d had. When she thought it was him. It left her wondering if she’d always felt so much for JJ, or if it was only because of what had happened this summer. She didn’t know. For the life of her, she couldn’t remember a time when just the sound of his name or the sight of his smile didn’t have her insides erupting with the flutter of butterflies.

The lucid shock hit her again when she saw him dancing. A skip in the beating of her heart and a wave of involuntary shivers rolling over her. But instead of being confused, this time it only made her angry. She could think of no other way to stop her feelings for him. Try as she might, she couldn’t erase them. A dull, throbbing irritation settled inside her when the intense moment of realization passed. She noticed how the Touron boy still droned on next to her, unaware of the deep waters of thought in which she swam. She felt bad for not being able to remember his name. He’d just told her so quickly, before he’d launched into some diatribe about his hockey team. Something with an A. Aaron? Adam? Alex? It was no use, she decided. She only tried her best to listen, blinking harshly to clear her eyes of their pensive glaze. The Touron boy eventually saw her change in demeanor. His words became filled with awkwards gaps of silence as he lost his train of thought, and his mouth slowly turned up at the corners in a small, almost endearing, grin.

“Would you wanna make out?” he asked.

She was taken slightly aback by the question. Of all the Pogues, she was the only one who had never hooked up with a Touron at or after a party. Pope had once stood alongside her in the lonely camp, until he’d gotten hot and heavy with some girl, just a few weeks before finally admitting his true feelings for Kie. Liz was just glad the secret was finally out between the two of them.

Biting at her lips again, she let her mind swirl with thoughts, with possibilities. He was attractive, sure. Whatever his name was. And he certainly wasn’t looking for a commitment. He wasn’t always going to be there, at the end of her day and in the back of her mind, as JJ was. Again, moments with him played like a home video behind her eyes. Tossing pennies in the Williams’s wishing well on her tenth birthday and creating a pseudo-rosé to drink with the Pogues last New Year’s. Her heart beating heavy and high as she woke up from a dream about him, where he found such complete happiness without her. She could almost see it happening, the way he was dancing with the Touron girl. And Liz knew there was no way in hell she was sleeping at the Chateau. JJ was bound to take the pretty blonde home at the end of the night. And he would be just another step farther away from her. Everywhere in her world; and now, nowhere at all.

She nodded. “Yes.”

And she pulled the Touron boy in gently with one hand on his cheek before he could initiate anything himself. He tasted of hard liquor and disillusionment.

#jj maybank fanfiction #outer banks fanfiction #jj x oc #jj maybank x oc #outer banks au #oc fanfiction #jj maybank au #jj maybank fic #john b #john b routledge #pope heyward #kiara carrera #sarah cameron

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abusybuzzingbee · 4 years

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Wendigo | Supernatural Season 1 Episode 2 Rewrite | Dean x Reader

A/N::: This is another reupload from my previous account under the same @. I hope you newcomers enjoy!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Major Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: Canon level violence, language, Dean and the reader being assholes to each other

Word Count: 7,380

Summary: Post-Dean and the reader’s first big blowout fight, they’re still at each other’s throats, much to the disgruntlement of Sam.

Series Rewrite Masterlist

Season 1 Masterlist

You were sound asleep in the back of the Impala when you were rudely awakened by Dean slamming down on the car’s horn.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut as you blinked at the blinding sunlight. You slowly sat up and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes as Dean chuckled.

“Morning, sunshine.”

“Fuck you.”

Dean looked at you in the rearview mirror. “Aw, somebody’s grumpy.”

“I wouldn’t be if you would wake me up like a normal person.”

“But that’s not as fun,” he pouted. You could see a slight smirk tugging at his lips in the rearview mirror.

“Asshole.”

“Bitch.”

“Guys,” Sam sighed. He turned to you. “You just woke up and you’re already fighting with him?”

“Yeah, Madelyn, take a joke,” Dean sneered like a bratty child.

“We’ll see how funny you think the joke is when I wake you up by banging pots and pans in your ears.”

“You don’t have pots and pans.”

“I’ll buy some just for the occasion, then.”

“Guys!” Sam shouted over you two.

“Sorry,” you muttered, lying back down across the smooth leather of the bench seat.

“Nuh-uh,” Dean told you, stealing another glance at you in the rearview mirror, “Up. We’re almost there.”

“Where’s there?”

“Ranger’s station just outside of Blackwater RIdge,” Sam answered for his brother.

“Ranger’s station?”

“Uh, that’s what he just said,” Dean cut in.

“Fuck off, Dean. You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, he does, he’s just being an ass. Blackwater Ridge is in the middle of a forest.”

“Oh...” you trailed off. “And your dad would be there because...?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “If we knew, we wouldn’t be out here, would we?”

You scoffed. You didn’t want to admit that he was right.

***

You and the boys walked into the Lost Creek Ranger’s Station. You took in the various pictures of dead grizzly bears and their hunters adorning the walls, as well as the giant three-dimensional map in the center of the room. In the far right corner stood a desk, and to the left of that desk was a hallway that led to other rooms in the station.

Sam immediately took interest in the three-dimensional map, speaking as he looked over it. “So Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote.” You watched as he hovered his pointer and index finger over the map, pointing at the different physical features as he spoke about them. “It's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place.”

“Dude, check out the size of this freaking bear,” Dean called to his brother from behind you and Sam. You turned, seeing Dean focused on one of the many pictures of the grizzlies with their hunter.

“Would it kill you to focus for a second?” you deadpanned.

You heard Dean take in a breath to respond, but he was cut off by a voice coming from behind you.

“You kids aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?”

Startled, you whipped around to see a park ranger standing there.

The younger Winchester came up with a lie in a flash. “Oh, no, sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper.”

Dean grinned and raised a fist. “Recycle, man.”

‘What the fuck, Dean.’

“Bull.”

‘Ha,’ you thought, ‘I knew he wouldn’t buy it.’

“You're friends with that Haley girl, right?”

You stepped out in front of the two boys. “Yeah, sorry about all this.”

“It’s no trouble,” the ranger replied. “But I’ll tell you exactly what we told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the twenty-fourth, so it's not exactly a missing persons now, is it?”

You shook your head.

“You tell that girl to quit worrying, I'm sure her brother's just fine.”

“We will,” you told him.

The older Winchester spoke up from behind you as he moved to stand by your right side. “That Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?”

The ranger chuckled. “That is putting it mildly.”

“Actually you know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother's return date.”

The ranger eyed Dean curiously but ended up giving him the paper nonetheless.

The three of you walked out of the ranger’s station, Dean holding the permit and laughing to himself.

“What, are you cruising for a hookup or something?” Sam questioned his brother pointedly.

“What do you mean?”

“The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge, so what are we waiting for? Let's just go find Dad. I mean, why even talk to this girl?” Sam pressed.

Dean stopped on the opposite of the Impala from you and Sam, placing his hands on the hood of the car. “I don't know, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it?” Dean watched his brother strangely.

“What?”

“Since when are you all shoot first ask questions later, anyway?”

“Since now.” And with that, Sam opened the door and slid into the car.

“Really?” Dean asked more to himself than anything, shaking his head.

***

You rapped your knuckles against the door of the Collins house. When a pretty girl’s face appeared at the door, Dean swept you to the side with his arm, stepping in front of you.

“Hey!” you exclaimed.

Dean ignored you, speaking over your small exclamation. “You must be Haley Collins. I'm Dean, this is Sam, that’s (Y/N), we're rangers with the Park Service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. He wanted us to ask a few questions about your brother Tommy.”

Haley studied you all carefully, hesitating. “Lemme see some ID,” she finally said.

Dean pulled out his fake ID and held it up to the screen door. The brunette examined it closely, her eyes flicking from the card to Dean. She opened the door a moment later. “Come on in.”

“Thanks,” you told her.

As the door swung open, you noticed Haley checking out the Impala.

“That yours?” she asked Dean.

“Yeah,” he smiled.

“Nice car.”

Haley turns to lead you three into her home. You watched Dean as he mouthed, ‘Oh, my god,’ to Sam, who shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“If all he does is eye-fuck her this whole hunt, I’m gonna scream,” you whispered to the younger Winchester as you walked into the Collins’ kitchen.

“Yeah, me too,” he whispered back.

You turned your attention from Sam to Haley, who grabbed a bowl off of the countertop. “So if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?”

Haley walked back to the table where a teenage boy sat playing mindlessly with his fork. She placed the soup bowl on the table. “He checks in every day by cell. He emails, photos, stupid little videos—we haven't heard anything in over three days now.”

“Well, maybe he can't get cell reception,” Sam proposed.

“He's got a satellite phone, too.”

“Could it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in?” Dean questioned.

“He wouldn't do that,” the teenager snapped, surprising you. He looked down in embarrassment and grabbed the ladle out of the soup bowl.

Haley placed more dishes on the table. “Our parents are gone. It's just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other.”

“Can I see the pictures he sent you?” Sam asked her.

“Yeah,” she answered. She grabbed her laptop and pulled up the pictures her brother sent her.

“That’s Tommy,” she pointed out, gesturing to a young man with a bright smile on his face, sitting next to another guy you assumed to be a friend of his.

She clicked through another photo before stopping on the still frame of a video. She played the message for you and the boys.

“Hey Haley, day six, we're still out near Blackwater Ridge. We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow,” Tommy told his sister.

You noticed something flick past in the background during Tommy’s speech. You turned your head to Sam, who seemed to have noticed it, too.

“Well,” the older Winchester started, “we'll find your brother. We're heading out to Blackwater Ridge first thing.”

“Then maybe I'll see you there,” she replied.

You quirked a brow at her.

“Look, I can't sit around here anymore. So I hired a guy. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm gonna find Tommy myself.”

“I think I know how you feel,” Dean told her. He was watching her closely.

‘Damn, he’s really going for it,’ you thought.

“Hey, do you mind forwarding these to me?” Sam asked Haley.

“Sure.”

***

“You wanna talk about me whoring around with my puppy-dog eyes,” you scoffed as you and the boys walked back to the car after exiting the Collins’s house.

“What?” Dean questioned.

“She’s hot, you obviously were trying to get in her pants in there,” you shrugged. You did your best impersonation of Dean’s voice. “All, ‘I know how you feel,’ and shit.”

The three of you got into the car.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N). We dished that out two weeks ago. And I’m just sympathizing with her, not trying to hook up with her.” Dean started up the car, pulling it away from the front of the Collins’s house.

“I’m sure,” you deadpanned.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know.” You crossed your arms and stared out of the window, slumping down in your seat.

“God, you are such a bitch.”

“And you’re a dick.”

“Know-it-all.”

“Man whore.”

“Guys, enough,” Sam begged.

The car went silent.

***

You were sat next to Sam opposite Dean at a table within a dingy bar. Activity swarmed all around you. Busty waitresses carried trays, guys were going after their flavor of the week, and the buzz of talking and laughing in the building never stopped.

You took a sip of your beer as Sam spoke. “So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic. Local campers, mostly. But still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found.”

“Any before that?” you asked.

The younger Winchester pulled newspaper articles from his dad’s journal to show to you and Dean.

“Yeah,” the brunet started, “in 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack--” Sam pulled out his laptop, “--And again in 1959 and again before that in 1936.” He opened his laptop which already had the window of Tommy’s video pulled up. “Every twenty-three years, just like clockwork. Okay. Watch this. Here's a clincher. I downloaded that guy Tommy's video to the laptop. Check this out.” He clicked through the three frames in which you saw the shadow appear earlier one by one.

“Do it again,” Dean told his brother, his brow furrowing in concentration.

Sam did so. “That's three frames.”

“That's a fraction of a second,” you noted.

Sam nodded. “Whatever that thing is, it can move.”

Dean smacked his brother on the arm. “Told you something weird was going on.”

“Hey, check this out,” you told them, looking down at the newspaper in front of you. “In 'fifty-nine one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive.”

Dean quirked an eyebrow at you. “Is there a name?”

***

Mr. Shaw led you and the boys through his cluttered, dark house. He had one lamp on in his living room, glowing dimly and doing nothing to illuminate the room. The only reason you could see anything was the moonlight streaming in from the window.

The old man spoke around the cigarette hanging from his lips, his voice gravelly. “Look, ranger, I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a—”

“Grizzly? That's what attacked them?” Sam interrupted.

Mr. Shaw took another puff of his cigarette and nodded.

“The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?” Dean spoke up.

Mr. Shaw hesitated.

“What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?”

Another momentary silence filled the room.

“If we knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it,” Dean pressed further.

“I seriously doubt that,” the old man shook his head. “Anyways, I don't see what difference it would make.” Mr. Shaw sat down in his plaid-printed chair. “You wouldn't believe me. Nobody ever did.”

“Try me,” you told him, your voice gentle. “What did you see?”

“Nothing. It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar. Like...no man or animal I ever heard,” he told you.

“It came at night?” Sam asked.

The old man nodded.

“Got inside your tent?”

“It got inside our cabin,” Mr. Shaw said, his face changing as he recollected the event. “I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it.”

You quirked a brow.

“Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming.”

“It killed them?” you asked.

“Dragged them off into the night.” Mr. Shaw shook his head. “Why it left me alive...been asking myself that ever since.” The man wrapped his hand around his collar. “Did leave me this, though.” He pulled the collar down to reveal three gigantic claw marks. They looked like they had cut deep, as the scars were wide and raised above his skin. “There's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a demon.”

***

You walked behind Dean and Sam down the hallway of your motel. Doors lined the dark, wooden walls.

You were only half-listening to Dean and Sam’s conversation as you tried to figure out what the creature was.

“Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. If they want inside, they just go through the walls,” Dean stated.

“So it's probably something else, something corporeal.”

“Corporeal? Excuse me, professor.”

“Shut up. So what do you think?”

“The claws, the speed that it moves...could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog. Whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature, and it's corporeal. Which means we can kill it.”

‘No, no, can’t be a skinwalker. The scar would’ve had four claw marks. Not to mention, puppy claws can’t cut that deep. Same thing with the black dogs,’ you thought as you completely tuned whatever the two brothers were talking about as you three walked outside. ‘Three long-ass claws, ridiculously fast, drags victims off to god knows where, left the little kid alive. Left the little kid alive... kid has less meat on his bones, parents will sustain him. Sustain... every twenty-three years... keeps food at the ready for twenty-three years til he needs more... drags ‘em off into the night...’ You stopped next to the boys by the Impala, still deep in thought as you stared off into space. ‘Too fast to see--’

Sam’s voice brought you out of your thoughts. “We cannot let that Haley girl go out there.”

Dean was loading guns and other weapons from the trunk into an army green duffel bag. “Oh yeah? What are we gonna tell her? That she can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?”

“Yeah,” Sam stated as if it was obvious.

Dean gave an incredulous look to his younger brother. “Her brother's missing, Sam.”

You reached into the trunk and grabbed two flare guns.

“She's not gonna just sit this out-- (Y/N), hands to yourself,” he commanded, giving you a hard glare. “Now we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend.”

“Finding Dad’s not enough?” Sam questioned.

You continued rifling through the trunk and loading things you thought were useful into the bag as Sam spoke. “Now we gotta babysit too?”

Dean neglected to answer Sam’s question as he turned to you. His conversationalist tone he used with Sam completely shifted to hard as he spoke to you. “(Y/N), I thought I told you to stay outta my shit.”

“I’m helping,” you threw back at him.

“No, you’re not, you’re pissing me off.”

“Well, I think I have a better idea of what the monster is then you do, and you’re picking up the wrong damn weapons. So, yes, I’m helping.”

“And what exactly do you think we’re dealing with?”

“A wendigo.”

“Right, because those are only up in the Minnesota woods, or Michigan, even. They’re not out this far west.” He spoke down to you, and you did not like that at all.

“First of all, I’m not a dumbass, so don’t treat me like one. Second of all, I thought about that. But what else makes claw marks like that? Or moves that fast? Or drags its victims off before killing them?”

Dean went to say something in retaliation, but he seemed to realize you might be right, even though he would never admit it. He turned away from you, shaking his head as he zipped up the duffel bag and slammed the trunk shut. “The two of you, man.” He walked off, but not before chucking the duffel bag at Sam.

You stared after Dean for a moment before shaking your head and stomping off to your own motel room.

***

You were slumped in the backseat, arms folded as you stared out of the window of the Impala’s backseat. You chomped down on some mint-flavored gum, enjoying listening to the music that played through the car.

“Can you stop chewing your gum like that?” Dean asked, aggravation clear in his voice.

Truly, you were not being that obnoxious with your gum chewing. Dean just wanted to get pissed at you for something, apparently. Out of spite, you chewed your gum a little louder, making sure your lips smacked together with every chew.

“Mature,” Dean deadpanned. You smirked at him in the rearview mirror.

He parked the car near the place where two other cars were parked. You noticed Haley and the teenage boy standing with another guy. Haley shook her head, clearly disappointed to see the three of you.

You grabbed your duffel bag off the floor of the backseat. You tossed the one for the Winchester brothers to Sam.

“You guys got room for three more?” you heard Dean ask the other group as you shut the back door of the Impala.

“Wait, you want to come with us?” Haley inquired.

The older man that you assumed was the guy Haley hired was the next to ask a question. “Who are these guys?”

“Apparently, this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue,” Haley deadpanned.

“You're rangers?” the guy asked.

“That's right,” Dean nodded.

“And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?” Haley pressed.

Dean looked himself over. “Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts.” Dean walked past Haley over to Sam, who had passed all of you to get a look at the forest.

“What, you think this is funny?” the older man snapped. “It's dangerous backcountry out there. Her brother might be hurt.”

Dean turned back to the guide. “Believe me, I know how dangerous it can be. We just wanna help them find their brother, that's all.”

***

Your pack trekked on through the dense trees over dead, fallen leaves that covered the forest floor. You brought up the rear of the group, just behind Sam. Haley and her brother-- whose name you still did not know-- were in front of Sam and behind the other Winchester brother. The older man, whose name you discovered was Roy, led the group.

You noticed Dean and Roy having somewhat of a tense conversation, but did not bother paying close enough attention to their chat to hear what it was about. However, things got interesting for you when Roy grabbed Dean roughly by the arm.

You watched Roy as he picked up a stick and poked at something on the ground that turned out to be a bear trap.

“You should watch where you're stepping. Ranger.”

You snickered at Roy’s comment.

“It's a bear trap,” Dean announced to the rest of you.

You shook your head, rolling your eyes as you did so.

You continued your walk as you saw Haley jog up to Dean, who walked a few paces ahead. She spoke in a hushed tone, and you didn’t hear her from how far back you were. She grabbed his arm and spun him around to get him to stop walking.

Dean indicated to Sam to keep walking, so you followed Sam forward. You hummed to yourself as you kept going. You loved music, and so did your mother. She, like you, had a lovely singing voice. The two of you used to sing together when you were little. You were humming one of her favorites, “Dream a Little Dream of Me” by Ella Fitzgerald.

“Hey, princess!” Dean called to you from a few paces behind. “Keep the humming for when we’re not being hunted by something that finds us by sound.”

“And you yelling at me isn’t gonna attract it?” you called back over your shoulder.

‘Dick,’ you thought.

“This is it. Blackwater Ridge,” Roy announced up ahead.

Sam asked about the coordinates, and as it turns out, they matched the ones John had sent to the brothers.

Dean walked up to his younger brother, and you followed. “You hear that?” he asked Sam.

“Yeah. Not even crickets.”

“I'm gonna go take a look around,” Roy told the rest of your group.

“You shouldn't go off by yourself,” Sam warned him.

“That's sweet. Don't worry about me.” He waved his gun around to display it, pushing between you and Sam to get back in the lead of the group.

“All right, everybody stays together. Let's go,” Dean commanded.

After a few more minutes of walking, your group decided to have a look around. You noticed drag marks in the dirt, following them to the tattered remnants of a campsite. The tents had been torn open, one of them splattered with blood. Backpacks were destroyed, supplies scattered all over the place, and things from within the tent, like sleeping bags, ended up in pieces on the ground.

“Haley?” you called to her.

She rushed over to you, letting out a breath when she saw the scene.

“Oh my God.”

“Looks like a grizzly,” Roy said.

“Tommy?” Haley threw her backpack down and ran across the campsite, calling for her brother.

Sam shushed her, but she kept yelling Tommy’s name.

He shushed her again, a bit of bite to his tone.

“Why?”

“Something might still be out there.”

“Sam.” You pulled him away from Haley.

“Yeah?”

“I followed tracks in the dirt to find the camp. I assume those were made by the bodies when they got dragged away.”

Haley caught your attention when you saw her crying out of the corner of your eye. She had what you assumed was Tommy’s cell phone in her hand.

Dean walked over to her, crouching down next to her. “Hey,” he said gently, “he could still be alive.”

‘It’s amazing how sweet he is with everyone else but me.’

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a man’s voice yelling for help. His voice was gravelly, almost raw from shouting.

Roy ran after the voice.

You grabbed Dean’s arm before he could run after the rest of the group.

“Dean, I don’t think that’s a--”

He shrugged you off of him, running after Sam and the rest of the pack anyway.

‘Dick.’

You decided it was best for you not to be alone while a wendigo was on the loose, so you opted for running after the others.

“It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?” Haley asked as you reached your group. They were looking around for the source of the voice but found nothing.

“Everybody back to camp,” you ordered.

You were the first to reach the campsite, noticing yours and Dean’s duffel bags missing, as well as Haley’s and Roy’s backpacks.

“Our packs!” Haley groaned.

“So much for my GPS and my satellite phone,” Roy commented.

“What the hell is going on?” Haley questioned.

“It's smart,” you informed them. “It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help.”

“You mean someone, some nutjob out there just stole all our gear,” Roy challenged.

“No, Roy, I mean ‘it,’“ you responded.

You grabbed Sam and Dean’s arms, pulling them away from the others. “I need to talk to you guys.”

“Fine,” Dean said, “but I can walk on my own.” He yanked his arm out of your grip.

“Now,” you started once you got a safe distance away from the others, “I’m not gonna say I told you so...” you trailed off.

“Fuck off, (Y/N).” He turned to Sam, raising his pistol in the air. “Well, then this is useless.”

“Yeah,” you started, pulling a flare gun out of the back of your jeans, “but this isn’t.”

“Is that mine?” Dean asked.

“Yup,” you stated, popping the ‘p.’

“I thought I told you to stay outta my shit.”

“And I thought I told you that I knew what we were hunting. But ya didn’t listen to me then, did you? So why should I listen to you?”

“Gimme that,” Dean groaned, ripping the gun out of your hands.

“Hey!”

“We gotta get these people to safety,” Sam prompted, hoping to end the fighting.

You shoved Dean with your shoulder, and he shoved you back as you headed back to camp.

“All right, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten...more complicated.”

Haley seemed slightly offended at the mere suggestion. “What?”

“Kid, don't worry,” Roy piped up. “Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it.”

“It's not me I'm worried about. If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now,” Sam explained.

Roy stepped a little closer to Sam. “One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders.”

“Relax,” you told the two men presently competing in a glare-off.

“We never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right? I'm trying to protect you,” Sam pushed back.

The older man got right up into Sam’s face. “You protect me?” he laughed. “I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night.”

“Yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid, sorry ass out of here.”

Roy laughed again, venom dripping from his tone. “You know you're crazy, right?”

“Yeah? You ever hunt a wen—” Dean shoved Sam away from Roy, silencing him.

Haley went after Roy, trying to calm him down.

“Chill out, alright?” you told Sam.

“Stop. Stop it,” Haley demanded. “Everybody just stop. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him.”

A silence settled over all of you before Dean spoke up. “It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves.”

“How?” Haley questioned.

***

You were drawing Anasazi symbols in the dirt, using the dim firelight coming from behind you to see what you were doing in the dark of night.

You noticed Sam sitting alone on a fallen tree by the edge of the campsite. Dean made a comment about Roy’s skepticism about your whole situation before heading over to Sam. They seemed to be having a deep conversation, so you left them alone for a little bit.

You stood at the sound of a twig snapping, reaching for the flare gun, only to remember that Dean had it.

‘Dick.’

“Help!” the wendigo cried.

"He's trying to draw us out,” Dean told everyone, “Just stay cool, stay put.”

“Inside the magic circle?” Roy questioned, tone filled to the brim with sarcasm as he scanned the tree line.

“Help! Help me!” it tried one more time. When it realized none of you were coming after it, it growled.

“Okay, that's no grizzly,” Roy finally admitted, pointing his gun at the sound.

Haley was attempting to keep her younger brother calm as something rushed through the bushes right behind her. She let out a shriek as Roy shot at the rustling. And then again, he shot.

“I hit it!” the older man exclaimed, running to see what he hit.

‘Coconuts and tobacco,’ you thought as the scents filled your nose. You sprinted after Roy, yelling for him to stop.

“It's over here! It's in the tree!” he yelled.

You got there just in time to see the wendigo reach down for Roy. You leaped into action, grabbing onto Roy’s foot as the wendigo began pulling Roy upwards. You planted your feet in the ground under the roots of the tree, pulling as hard as you could, but the wendigo gave a hard yank and pulled you off of the ground, too. You knew there was nothing more you could do for Roy, and due to the fact that Roy hadn’t been screaming during that tug-of-war session, you assumed he was dead.

You dropped to the ground, landing flat on your ass.

Dean and Sam ran up just as you stood up and dusted your pants off.

“It would’ve helped if I would’ve had the damn flare gun just now, Dean,” you scolded him. “I could’ve killed it and saved Roy, too.”

Sam figured another argument was about to ensue, so he went back to the camp to check on Haley and Ben.

“Well, maybe don’t be so reliant on me to have all of your guns for you. Get your own damn flare gun, and stay outta my stuff,” he threw back.

“Why does it matter to you so much? We’re a team now, we work together. Basically, we all have joint custody over each others’ weapons,” you argued.

“No,” Dean said gruffly, “we are not a team. You... are a stowaway. I don’t even know why you’re here! You don’t know our dad. Hell, you barely know us.”

“I stuck around because I cared and I wanted to help! You’re an asshole, but Sam’s my friend. So forgive me if I’m just trying to be supportive of someone who’s just lost his girlfriend.”

“Whose death you seemed to have predicted. I’m not ruling out the possibility that you didn’t somehow kill her.”

“Kill her? Are you hearing yourself right now, Dean? I was with you and Sam the whole time, how could I have killed her?” You stared at him incredulously as he ran a hand through his hair.

“How the hell else would you have known to turn the car around before Sam’s apartment got deep-fried?”

“First of all, that’s none of your business. Second of all, I had nothing to do with Jessica’s death.”

“I think it is my business,” he stated firmly, stepping closer to you.

“Too bad, dickhead. Let’s head back to camp before we kill each other.” You sidestepped him, storming away.

***

You refused to sleep that night, too busy keeping watch over the camp and too uncomfortable to sleep inside one of the destroyed tents like the rest of your crew did. It felt disrespectful to you.

You hugged your knees, resting your head on top of them against a tree near the outskirts of the “magic circle” as Roy had called it.

‘Roy.’

You felt so guilty for his death. He was a douchebag, but you still didn’t want him to die.

‘If only Dean wasn’t a dickbag and let me keep the gun, Roy would be alive right now.’

You stood up, pacing around the area, trying to keep yourself awake. You yawned, rubbing a hand over your eyes.

“Why don’t you get some sleep,” Dean murmured in your ear.

You inhaled sharply, jumping away from him. “Dammit, Dean,” you breathed. “You scared the shit outta me.”

“I meant to.” You could see the smirk on his face barely illuminated by the pale moonlight shining through the trees.

“You’re a dick, and I’m fine. I can’t sleep in those tents.”

“Well, sorry we don’t have a cabin for you, princess,” Dean sassed.

"It’s not about a cabin, Dean. It’s about the fact that the people who used to sleep in them might be dead,” you responded.

A silence fell between the two of you.

“Well if you’re not gonna sleep, I am,” he told you, for the first time since you had met him speaking without an edge to his voice. He walked back over to the tents.

‘What a weird dude.’

***

Morning came around, all of your group members minus Roy assembled in the clearing. You were dog tired, but you needed to power through the day. You sat next to Sam beneath the same tree you occupied last night, leaning your head back against its trunk. Sam held his dad’s journal in his hand, pulling at a lanyard attached to it.

You were watching Haley, Dean, and Ben having a conversation about the wendigo and its origins when Sam spoke up.

“Did you sleep at all last night?” he asked you.

“No,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut.

Sam shook his head, chuckling at you. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I know you weren’t asleep either.” You rolled your head toward him.

He turned to look at you.

“I could hear you tossing and turning all night.”

Sam looked back down, playing with the lanyard again. “C’mon,” he finally said softly, “we should get going.”

He stood, extending his hand to pull you up. You gladly took it, walking over to Dean and the Collinses.

You noticed an empty beer bottle, a white cloth, and a lighter among the supplies scattered about the camp.

“What are you doing?” Dean asked.

“Well, since you staked your claim over the flare gun, I get a Molotov cocktail.”

“Bringin’ that up again are we?” Exasperation was clear in his tone.

“Mm-hmm.” You shoved the cloth into the mouth of the bottle.

“Guys--” Sam butted in. “Focus, please.”

“I am focused!” you protested. “And productive. See?” You held up the lighter and the cocktail.

“Impressive. You put a towel in a bottle.”

“You know what, Winchester--”

“Will the both of you stop?” You and Dean turned to look at Haley. “We gotta find Tommy. Now let’s go.”

The five of you started off, heading in the direction of the drag marks. They circled around the camp and stopped deeper into the woods. You and Dean walked side by side at first, before you noticed how close the two of you were. You sped up your walk, getting slightly ahead of him. Dean noticed what you were doing and walked in front of you, too. The two of you got angrier with each time one passed the other, and you noticed the two of you were leading the group. Everyone else had just let you through. You spotted something out of the corner of your eye, your angry expression softening.

“Claw marks,” you noted, looking at the bloody ones on the tree in front of you.

“Yeah, no shit,” Dean chided.

“Dean--”

“Okay,” Sam said, dragging out the ‘o.’

You and Dean glared at each other but kept moving through the forest behind Sam.

A few minutes of walking had passed when you heard a chomping noise coming from behind you. You turned around to see Dean holding his bag of peanut M&Ms.

“Seriously?” you questioned monotonously.

“What?” he asked, mouth full of the chocolate candies. You slowed your walk, getting side-by-side with him.

“You’ve just had that the whole time and didn’t bother telling me?” You reached for the bag, but Dean snatched it away. “Hey!”

“Hands off my stuff.” He popped a few more into his mouth. “I think we've had a conversation about that before.”

“You sound like a grumpy old grandpa.”

“Dean,” Sam called, getting his attention.

Dean caught up to Sam, and you followed close behind.

“What is it?” the older Winchester questioned.

Dean and Sam looked around the clearing you were in at all of the bloody claw prints marking the trees.

“You know, I was thinking, those claw prints, so clear and distinct. They were almost too easy to follow.”

A grin spread across your face as you snatched the bag of M&Ms out of the arms of a distracted Dean.

“Hey!”

You laughed, shoving a few in your mouth. You were silenced by a growl coming from above you. You held your Molotov cocktail in one hand and your lighter in the other, the bag of candy now tucked under your arm.

You pulled your eyes from the tree leaves when Haley shrieked. You turned around and saw her scrambling to her feet and Roy’s body on the ground.

Dean bent down and looked Roy over. “His neck's broke.”

A growl came from directly behind you.

You sprinted further into the woods, yelling for the others to follow your lead. You took the M&Ms from under your arm before they fell, holding those in your left hand and the cocktail and lighter in your right.

You turned your head around to check for the rest of your group, but you saw only Haley a few paces behind you. You did a double-take, yelling for Sam, when you slammed into something hard. You fell flat on your back, looking up into the face of the Wendigo.

Haley screamed as the Wendigo grabbed you both, one in each hand. It had you by your leg, and you had managed to hold onto the M&Ms but not the cocktail when you fell. You ripped the bag all the way open with your teeth, dropping the candies as the Wendigo sprinted through the woods. You lifted your head up to see a miner’s cave a little ways off in the distance before the Wendigo carelessly rammed your head into a tree, knocking you out cold.

***

“(Y/N)?”

You could barely hear Dean’s voice through the haze that seemed to cloud your senses.

“(Y/N)? Wake up.”

You opened your eyes, blinking a few times. You noticed Dean’s hands on either side of your face, slightly squishing your cheeks together.

“Aren’t you a little short for a stormtrooper?” you let out, your voice a little deeper and gravelly.

“I am not short,” Dean grumbled as he began cutting you down.

Despite your still foggy state of mind, you found it within yourself to go through another argument with Dean. “Oh, come on, Dean. It’s a Star Wars reference--” Dean helped you down, tossing your arm over his shoulder. “--Don’t take it so seriously. And I can walk on my own, thank you.” You ripped your arm out of his grip, immediately stumbling as you took your first step.

“No, you can’t.” The older Winchester grabbed you again, putting your arm back around his shoulders.

You groaned in pain as Dean set you down against the wall of the cave.

“You okay?” Sam asked you.

“Yep. Yep. All good,” you groaned, trying to sound convincing. “Where is it?”

“He's gone for now,” Sam told you.

“Cut him down!” you heard Haley order. You looked over to see her standing next to Tommy, who was hanging from a meat hook by his wrists like you were.

Sam and Dean rushed to help Tommy.

You rolled your head to the side to see your group’s bags sitting in the corner.

“Sweet,” you muttered, instantly perking up. You crawled over to them, grabbing yours and standing.

“Dean come get your shit since you don’t want me touching it.”

“Not a good time for this, (Y/N),” Dean sighed.

“Well if I would’ve touched it, you would’ve started the fight.”

He rolled his eyes at you, picking up his bag while Ben and Haley helped their brother walk.

“Dean, can I pretty please with sugar on top borrow a flare gun?” you asked, dramatically batting your eyes at him.

“Fine,” he grumbled. He dug around for the other one you had packed in his bag, handing it to you when he found it.

“Wow. Didn’t think you’d actually give it to me.”

“I hope you know how to use that thing.”

“Oh, puh-lease, I learned to use a gun before I learned my ABC’s.”

Dean shook his head. “Let’s just go.”

Your pack traveled down the mine train corridor, fear filling all of your hearts when a growl came from somewhere within the mine.

“Looks like someone's home for supper,” Dean commented.

“We'll never outrun it,” Haley stated.

Dean looked back at his brother. “You thinking what I'm thinking?”

“Yeah, I think so,” he sighed.

“Uh, he is, but I’m not,” you piped up.

Dean ignored you. “All right, listen to me. Stay with (Y/N) and Sam. They’re gonna get you out of here."

“What are you gonna do?” Haley questioned.

Dean winked at her and started walking. “Chow time, you freaky bastard!” he yelled. “Yeah, that's right, bring it on, baby, I taste good.”

You could hear him continuing to yell, but he was too far away at that point to make out what he was saying.

“All right, come on! Hurry!” Sam urged, leading the Collinses down the tunnel.

You got behind the family, your back facing Tommy’s, pointing your flare gun down the tunnel.

You heard growling coming from within the mine.

“Get him outta here,” you ordered Haley and Ben.

“(Y/N), no,” Haley protested.

“Go! Go! Go!” Sam pushed them.

“Come on, Haley!”

Her younger brother’s words finally got the brunette to leave and continue helping Tommy limp down the mine corridor.

You were poised to shoot, staring down into the darkness of the mine shaft. “Come on, you bitch,” you muttered under your breath.

The monster crept up from the shadows, catching you off-guard. You still landed a solid shot with the flare gun, watching the monster go up in flames.

You scrunched your nose in disgust at the smell of its burning flesh but took satisfaction in watching the son of a bitch disappear.

When all that remained of the wendigo were ashes, you could see Dean standing opposite you in the corridor.

“And you didn’t wanna trust me with a flare gun,” you commented, smiling proudly.

“Can it, (Y/N).”

***

You observed the scene around you as the EMT before you tended to your brush burns and cuts.

Sam and Ben were talking to the police, describing the “grizzly attack” they had just experienced.

Dean was leaning on the hood of his car and Haley stood in front of him. At one point in their conversation, Haley kissed Dean’s cheek, making a wide grin spread across his face.

Sam came up behind Haley with Ben, and she put her arm around her younger brother’s shoulders. She said something to Sam before yelling to you, “Thanks (Y/N)!”

You nodded at her, smiling.

“You’re all good,” the EMT said to you.

“Thank you so much.”

You walked over to the Impala.

“Man, I hate camping,” you heard Dean say as you got closer to the two brothers.

“Me too,” the younger of the two responded.

“Me three.”

The ambulance carrying the Collinses drove away behind you, its sirens blaring through the quiet of the night.

“Sam,” the older Winchester started, “you know we're gonna find Dad, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” He paused. “But in the meantime? I'm driving.”

Dean tossed his brother the keys.

“Aw, man. I wanted a turn,” you whined.

“Uh-uh, missy. It’s taken twenty-two years for him to let me drive. You got a long ways to go,” the younger of the two brothers smirked.

“Damn.” You climbed into the backseat, feigning hurt. “Someday.”

“How ‘bout ‘never,’” Dean quipped.

“I like ‘someday’ better.”

“Well, it’s not happening, so you can forget it--”

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31.

Placing Fenty in her crib in our bedroom, it’s easier for us that she is in the bedroom rather then travelling around to her room. I am honestly at a stage where I think this is all so unreal for us, I can’t believe that I am a mother to a beautiful girl, I am a mother. Something I gave up on a while ago, I thought it wouldn’t have ever happened for me and it did, I am married on top of that to the love of my life and I wouldn’t change that for the world. I am finally thinking of me and I love it, I am entering a new year being a mother and wife, it’s so surreal when just last year I was crying to Mel that I am lonely and I have nobody, it was the perfect mistake to us. Fenty is very on time with her feeding, like her night feed is on time, she will wake up and then play up a little and then just want to feed to then go to sleep, the girl can sleep. If anything she is not like Chris, she sleeps well, and I am thankful she does sleep and doesn’t cry all of the time. Dennis and my mother have parted ways for the New Year, they have gone home, so that leaves just Chris and I with our daughter, it’s been a weird feeling to feel. It’s quiet and I don’t think Chris is dealing well with it, things are settled. But I give him his space, since Dennis went two days ago, he spent the first day on my hip, I mean like he was following me and I tried to do things with him, but I fall asleep, I am tired. My body is still healing, the day after I couldn’t find him and he was alone for the most of it but he’s not sleeping either now, which that has started again. When Fenty was crying and I didn’t feel the bed move I knew he wasn’t in the bed. Chris doesn’t like silence; he doesn’t like to be in silence and then also he has so much going on in his mind. I have never asked him if he takes his medication, I totally don’t do that with him. I have so much on my mind, I know things are quiet, but it will get better for him, like the home will start to get busy when the team is back.

It’s so hard, it’s so fucking hard to know where Chris is in this house and it’s bugging me. I have to wait it out until he comes to me, I am going to have to put some sort of tag on him to locate him because I can’t find him. I stifled out a yawn, I am trying to watch Real housewives, but I am failing at this, I have my daughter swaddled up next to me as I laid out on the couch, I am falling asleep again. I jerked at the sound of my phone blaring out ringing “Jesus” grabbing my phone from the side, Tina is calling me on New Year’s Eve too, surprised she isn’t drunk somewhere “hello bitch” answering the call “I can’t wait to see you! I miss you so much. I wish we knew you would be pregnant, then we could have had one last drink blowout” I chuckled at Tina “miss me huh, well I am going to be a reserved woman now thank you. I am married and a mother, my daughter don’t need to see her mother’ ass hanging now” I missed Tina “I will give it a year but anyways, erm what is Chris doing?” she didn’t even call for me “honestly, I wish I knew, he is somewhere in this house. I should have got an apartment; I can’t locate him or have the energy to find him” I need to start actually figuring out his spots in this home “I didn’t really ask what is he doing but like what is he doing on Instagram?” I breathed out “I don’t know, I don’t look at that shit Tina. Please don’t tell me it’s stupid shit” I hope he isn’t being dumb “there is whole battle going on with him and Drake, Chris did start it by commenting on a post and it was a old picture of you and Drake, he said that you all think I am the bad guy when Drake wrote a diss song on Rihanna. Drake wish he had a black child; his child is albino. And now like it’s kicking off, Jen text me and I called you” what is he playing at “god, why. Oh my god, Jen knows so someone as personally contacted her because she doesn’t check for it, what is being said? I don’t need this shit” I am just so fucking annoyed now.

I am going to not snap on him, but I want to know why, leave fucking Drake alone “sorry I am back, so Chris started with the albino thing, he commented on that post of you and Drake, then the IG gossip blogs saw it. Then Drake responded back but he posted a picture of your matching tattoos and said it was a great night. Then Chris went on his page and commented saying you, wait a minute just getting it now. So yes he put, you are old news nigga, how you saved pictures of a woman that don’t want you. Then Drake commented back saying you seem unsecure, is there some issues at home which Chris went on a full blown rant on how he is going to beat Drake for posting that, the thing is Chris is looking like the bad guy in this even though he made some valid points. He quoted a line from the diss track, but Drake denied it now, he is making out that never happened, Chris is losing his mind. He is currently doing it now; Chris is going back and forth with him. Jen didn’t mention who contacted her. She just said that Robyn should have had him under control” shaking my head sighing out “I am not controlling him Tina; he is free to do what he likes. I would never control him, I don’t know what idea you all have got thinking I control Chris, that I need to put a gag on him because it is not that and never will be” I kind of snapped on Tina “Robyn, I didn’t say that. Jen said it, but I think someone else has mentioned it” that annoyed me “he is my husband, he is not a dog. I am not his carer either, yes Chris shouldn’t have started but he is defending himself now he is making him sound crazy. Tina, just tell Jen that I want to know who said control him, but anyways. I have an appointment to go too, talk soon” disconnecting the call.

Zeus laid his head on my foot, I was supposed to go and see to Chris, but he will find me. My stomach hurts a little “you are so hairy, Chris needs to sort that out” Zeus looks fed up, I would move him away, but he doesn’t seem happy and he is also on my couch “where is Chris Zeus, you know where he is?” I asked him, this dog knows what I am saying. I have an appointment in an hour so he better hurry up “I literally came into this room but didn’t see you, I went all the way upstairs” Chris walked around the couch “where have you been all day Chris!? Seriously, and all night” Chris sat down but at a distance “in the office area thing, next to the garage. I been spray painting it” my eyes widened “what!? You’re joking right?” he shook his head without a care, he is being serious “not this house Chris, I didn’t want you to do that. What if we don’t stay here forever then what!? Is that what you been doing all that time” he nodded his head and clasped his hands together “smoke a blunt, paint. Just do what I want, then repaint it” staring at Chris in annoyance “so you decided to make a mess in this home, I am not having this home like the shit in your house!” I spat “it’s not, it’s one place, nobody will see. What do you want me to do all day, stare at you?” getting up from the couch as Zeus jumped off “well you could tell me, just tell me you are doing that instead of just doing what you like” I hissed out sitting up “well I went out in the morning, got them and came back” I didn’t even know he did that “why wasn’t I told?” Chris laughed, he finds it funny, but I don’t “you were asleep, man. I didn’t come to argue, I know you got an appointment” Chris got back up from the couch “walk off, we still have so much to speak on. Go on” waving him off, I swear to god.

Chris decided to come into the bedroom, I mean he has to eventually see me “have you stopped doing all that shit on Instagram?” zipping up the baby bag “I can’t take a shit without you knowing” I laughed shaking my head “what is wrong with you? You know what, just take the baby bag and go outside. We need to go; I don’t have the time to be just stood here hearing shit from you. Has the driver put the car seat in?” Chris shrugged, his lack of care disappeared, I mean where the fuck did it go “thank you Chris, really I mean it” picking up Fenty from the bed “the bag Chris” walking around the bed, I know Chris is struggling he probably feels like he has no freedom but it’s not that, he is fighting me on this now, I can tell he is. The fact he is going out without me knowing, I like to know what he does. I mean first of all I am his wife, and second of all he can easily go off the rails and end up taking drugs. I can’t let Chris slip, I can’t have this because then it will be I told you so, I know it’s not going to be plain sailing, I know for a fact it takes work and I am here for that but he needs to just try and help a long the way. Just tell me so I can make it right, try and make it better for him to be here. I understand he is struggling; I really do.

It’s been a while since I have been out of the house, but all I can think of is Chris and his behaviour “Robyn” looking way from the car window “mhmm, yeah?” I am not impressed of course “I just don’t feel like doing shit, my mood is low, and I am irritated. I just want to be zoned out and be alone, I am trying to break this mood by thinking of the good, but I can’t. Even now I just feel like I am not here, I feel like I am battling two parts of my mind, one part is wanting me to jump on a flight and go back to Cali and go back to normality and the other part is wanting to just cry and bang my head against a wall because my mind is racing. It’s really racing, and I can’t stop it, I need too” he spoke to me without being an ass “what made you feel that way Chris? I need you to tell me where I go wrong to help you” I asked “I just feel like I am not in control and in my mind I feel like it is a bad thing, it’s like mind games. I want you to take control but then there is another half where I want to be in control” shaking my head “you are in control Chris; I am only guiding you. Who said about this control shit!?” I have heard it a few times now “Ant messaged me, Jay Brown emailed him saying that he is not my manager no more, that Rihanna is. If I am to be married to you then I have to be under Roc Nation. Ant said it’s all games and control, she is controlling you and I said it isn’t and that plays on my mind” Jay Brown is a fucking liar “I didn’t even say that he mentioned about wanting you! That bastard” they want to play games “I am no good for you, like you love me, but you deserved a man to guide you” frowning at him “no, this is your mind talking. It’s not that Chris, too much is happening, and you can’t process it. I wanted a man which I have got, they are lying to you, I am not controlling you” they want Chris to seem like a little bitch and it’s not even that, they are playing on his mind “do you think that I am?” I have to ask Chris “no I don’t but shit just plays on my mind Robyn, it’s hard fighting your own demons on your own” reaching over touching his arm “you’re not on your own Chris, you got me. I am here for you, even if I am tired I am here for you. I see the change Chris, I do” this is what has been irritating Chris.

I filled out all of the paperwork while Chris sat with Fenty in the waiting room, I though there is no reason to just make them wait around while I did it. I had to fill out Chris’ part too which was funny to me because I knew everything, I had to even mention the Bipolar, but I did it while they waited in the room “is she awake?” Chris is getting her out of the car seat “yeah, she just woke up now” nodding my head “it’s ok, get out there” Chris has become a little shy with doing it now I am here “I am not judging you Chris. I want you to be comfortable” too late now, Chris is not doing it “why did you do that? It’s ok you know, I am not judging you” Chris is so deflated about things, I hate that for him. Reaching into the car seat “my little angel is awake, awww” kissing her little cheek before resting her over my shoulder, Chris placed the blanket over her “when we get back home we will talk, because you caused some shit on Instagram too” lightly rubbing Fenty’ back “they tagged me in some shit Robyn, the caption stated that you loved him and that I don’t deserve you. I am sick of seeing that fucking shit so I said it, they playing in my face I hate it” rolling my eyes.

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The Gentle Art of Making Enemies, Ch. 13

Pairing: Michael de Santa/ OFC; Trevor Philips/OFC; Michael de Santa/OFC/Trevor Philips; Michael de Santa/Trevor Philips

Summary: Los Santos is a hellscape, but if you've got brains and a little determination, it can be a real hell of a playground. Michael needs money, Trevor needs whatever Trevor wants, and Franklin's moving up in Los Santos. Jen's just along for the ride.

This is gonna be fun.

Author’s Note: I've been writing this beast of a thing since 2013. It's been through a thousand different incarnations, but it's been in my drafts for the last six years. I realize this fandom isn't as popular as it used to be, but I might as well have a little fun and finally start posting it.

Also, not to be that bitch, but this is on Ao3. I would very much appreciate kudos/comments, if you’re so inclined!

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Karen and John, the IAA agents, pulled Jen out of the office that morning to take her down to IAA headquarters. She went without a fight, much to the surprise of everyone in the office. They were expecting a blowout fight, especially because the two agents barged in without so much as a hello. Normally, she’d have been a little mouthier with them, but even she realized she had to take this seriously - whether the investigation was real or not. Hence, the willingness to come quietly along.

Clearly, Jen’s mandatory invitation to the IAA was public knowledge. It took less than thirty seconds from the time she sat in her (brand spankin’ new) car for her phone to start blowing up. Haines’ name flashed in bold across her screen, a not-so-gentle reminder that he hadn’t done his job properly. Jen hit ignore every time he redialed. Instead of dealing with Haines, she called her own lawyer in preparation for whatever Karen and John were about to do to her. She knew better than to show up without (helpful) backup.

Once Jen arrived downtown at the IAA building, she wasted no time charging into the lobby, her heels clicking furiously against the tile as she stalked through the front door. Haines and Dave showed up in Dave’s sedan not long after Jen and just before Karen and Dave pulled up.

The two agents were followed closely behind by Jen’s own lawyer, Richard (no relation to Richards Majestic). Richard was one of those buff dude-bro types with the San Andreas fake tan; he was mostly there for looks. She wouldn’t have hired him if (1) he wasn’t one of the best lawyers in the state and (2) she kind of needed a good lawyer right now. And, yeah, Richard fits the bill well. He’s good at what he does. Like, really good. Good enough to remind her, gently, not to back-talk the two people who could ruin her career, not that she needed to be reminded that John and Karen could ruin her.

Haines and Dave had to stay outside, much to Jen’s personal satisfaction. Karen and John were quick to tell them to stay in the lobby while they led Jen and Richard into the inner guts of the IAA. She cackled quietly to herself, prompting Richard to give her a concerned glance; watching Karen and John spoil their fun would keep her in a good mood for the rest of the day, despite her own predicament.

Richard pulled Jen aside before they walked into the interrogation room. “I know you know what to say. I’ll be right here. What do you need from me?”

“I need you to take notes and look pretty,” Jen said, stepping past him. “You’re gonna slap ‘em with the defamation suit after this is all cleared up.”

“I don’t know if we can do that, but I’ll take care of it if we can.”

“And that’s why you’re the best at what you do, Rich.”

Karen put them in a backroom with a table and four chairs. It wasn’t one of the real interrogation rooms, like the warehouse the FIB likes to put people in. The real IAA interrogation rooms are far below ground where there’s no light, no hope, and no means of escape. This room was just situated to look like a real interrogation room. There was a security camera in the upper corner of the room, trained on them like they were about to star in a shitty procedural cop show. The room was definitely mic'd-up, too, but she couldn’t see where the mics were.

Karen and John sat across the table from her wearing matching solemn expressions. Jen fought the urge to roll her eyes. You’d think they’d give up on the posturing considering their victim for the day was the fuckin’ DA.

“We’re required to tell you that you’re not under arrest and you can leave the room at any time, Miss Dixon.” John reclined back in his chair. Obviously, Karen was going to be taking the lead here. “But fewer bathroom breaks mean you’ll get out of here quicker.”

Karen slapped a file down on the table in a fine impersonation of every single police officer Jen had ever met. “You need to tell us everything you know about what the FIB is doing.”

“What is this, CIS: Vice City?” Jen grunted when Richard kicked her under the table. “And by that, I mean, what can I do to help you, agents?”

Karen fixed her with an even glare. “All you have to do is tell us that the FIB tampered with the voting equipment to get you elected, and we’ll take it from there.”

“I don’t know what business the FIB conducts, as I am not an FIB agent and therefore am not privy to the goings-on of its agents.” Jen returned Karen’s glare with her own cool stare. “I ran a fair race.”

John chimed in, surprisingly. Jen thought he was almost asleep. “You graduated from law school less than ten years ago from an out-of-state school. No connections, nothing to make you important. There’s no way you could have beaten the incumbent DA.”

“Uh, we live in Los Santos.” Richard kicked her again, but she ignored him. “Our mayor used to be an offshore hedge-fund manager, and the president of the fuckin’ country is an actor who’s still acting. The people of Los Santos don’t care that I can tie my own shoes or walk and chew gum at the same time as long as my tits are still perky.”

“Be that as it may,” Karen snapped, “there are standards for these things, and you didn’t meet the requirements.”

“I cleared every qualification check, I have the required education, and I’ve been an attorney for the statutory length of time.” Jen cocked her head. “What part of that doesn’t meet the requirements to run for this office?”

“Did the FIB just send you on through?”

“Why don’t you shitbags go bother Haines and Dave and let me do my job? You should be on my side, anyway. I’ve been passing you the big cases and dealing with your messes for years-”

This time, Richard didn’t bother to kick her under the table. He cut in to keep her from opening her mouth again. “Can we wrap up this line of questioning? Miss Dixon has already expressed that she is unaffiliated with the FIB.”

John snorted. “You gonna answer for her, Rich?”

Richard knew well and good that he had to let her answer the questions, so he bit his lip and backed off. He looked over at Jen, pleading silently for her to keep herself in check. Really, please, dealing with her already made his job is hard enough, and she’s just making it harder every time she makes one of her unnecessary comments.

Jen caught the hint, not that it was hard to catch. “My attorney has recommended that I assert my rights to keep my mouth shut, which is what I’ll be doing for the duration of the interview.”

“You’re not gonna answer our questions?” Karen asked, pursing her lips. Her grandstanding was atrocious, but between her and John, it was her head on the chopping block if she didn’t get Jen to rat out Haines and Dave. “You won’t even throw your babysitters under the bus.”

“I assert my Fifth Amendment rights in light of your question.”

“You sure you wanna keep tiptoeing around this?”

Jen glanced over at Richard, who looked like he was going to have an aneurysm if she didn’t keep her mouth shut. “I have the right to do so.”

Karen rolled her eyes. “Fine. There’s no point in you being here, then.”

Karen grabbed her thin files and left the room, John following right behind her, yawning like he’d rather be anywhere else. They’d gone through all the trouble to get her there that morning and had nothing to show for it. They’d expected as much, but it still didn’t make things easier on them. There was nothing to find – they just needed her to cave and spill the beans on everything Haines had been doing with Mr. K. Covering up their actions by harassing her should have been an easy cover, and it was common knowledge that Haines was on Jen’s shit list. She should have been downright singing for them.

There’s something to be said for loyalty, it seems.

Jen followed Richard out the front door of the building, blowing right past Dave and Haines. She’d have to keep ignoring Haines’ phone calls for the rest of the day, but she’d call Dave later to help with damage control.

Richard stopped her at her car. He was clearly not pleased with his client’s behavior. “I thought you knew what to say!”

Jen scoffed at him. “I do. I said everything I needed to say.”

“You can’t talk to the IAA like you do to opposing counsel,” Richard huffed. “These people will arrest you for breathing in their general direction.”

“They can’t arrest me because I didn’t do anything. Gotta have probable cause, Rich.”

“Oh, you know better than that.”

Jen had an answer for him right on the tip of her tongue, but whatever it was got lost as her phone started to ring. Huh, she thought she turned the ringer off that morning. Normally, she’d just ignore the call, but the name on the face of her phone wasn’t ignorable. Holding up a finger, she stepped away from Richard to answer the call.

“Lester Crest,” Jen hummed. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Glad to hear you’re in a good mood,” Lester observed, clearing his throat. “You’re not going to be for long.”

“What happened now?”

“Are you in a place where you can get up to Sandy Shores?”

“Yes,” Jen hesitated. “Why? What’s happening in Sandy Shores?”

“Your boyfriends aren’t coming back to Los Santos anytime soon,” Lester replied, sounding just a little too pleased for Jen’s liking. “Franklin’s going to swing by to pick you up. You’ll need to call him and let him know your location.”

Jen sighed and rubbed her temples. These men were going to be the death of her. And bless Franklin - he had to deal with their shenanigans way more than she did. “Should I expect the worst? Has anyone been killed or maimed?”

“Eh, maybe roughed up a little. Madrazo put a hit out on both of them.”

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

“I wish I was,” Lester replied. Jen could hear him smashing his fingers against his keyboard, searching for who-knows-what. “Something went sideways on a job he contracted them to do. Not sure what happened yet, but I’m entrusting you and Franklin to find that out.”

“Oh, I can’t wait. Is Madrazo not sending people up to Sandy Shores?” She paused. “Am I gonna have to shoot someone again? Because I didn’t handle that well the first time.”

“You’re probably not going to have to shoot anyone – not unless you get trigger happy with Trevor or Michael. No, it looks like the hit only applies to Los Santos. It’s probably just meant to keep them from going home, and thus cut off from their resources,” Lester said. He didn’t sound all that sympathetic, and Jen could concur. They made their own bed, and now they had to lie in it. “I noticed you didn’t deny the boyfriends thing.”

“Well, Michael is my boyfriend. If I can really call a forty-five-year-old man my boyfriend, I mean.”

“I said boyfriends, as in multiple. Trevor was at your apartment for a pretty long time the other night, wasn’t he?”

Jen snorted. “You seem to know something you shouldn’t. Like usual.”

Lester snickered. “Avoiding the question, counselor?”

“It’s what I do best. I guess you’re tracking them?”

“I’m tracking all of you. Makes life easier.”

Jen really, really liked Lester. Bless him, too, right along with Franklin.

“I’ll let that slide as long as you can keep other people from tracking me.” Jen shifted the phone to her other hand so she could wave goodbye to Richard and climb into her car. “Think you can handle that, Mr. Crest? Or is that outside your skillset?”

Jen could just picture Lester rolling his eyes on his end of the phone. “I know what you’re doing, and it’s working. I’ll put a block on your phone.”

“Thank you very much, Les. I’ll let you keep that wiretap you’ve got going at University of Los Santos’s cybersecurity lab.”

“I like you, counselor.”

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Franklin picked Jen up outside of her apartment. She would have had him pick her up at the Cluckin' Bell down the street from the IAA building, but she didn't feel like leaving her new Jester out in the open. She'd never owned anything that expensive, so she was more inclined to take care of it than her old Schwartzer (which was now, according to Trevor, a charred hunk of metal rusting at the bottom of a lake).

Since Trevor and Michael essentially skipped town to get away from Madrazo’s men, Franklin and Jen had to make the four-hour drive up to Blaine County to meet them. When they arrived at Trevor’s derelict - and getting steadily grosser - trailer, they found the owner of said trailer standing outside in the desert sun, screaming at Michael, who was screaming back at him fit to beat the devil. The fussing pair were accompanied by Trevor’s paranoid neighbor and an older Latina female who seemed oddly comfortable even though her mouth was taped over.

Franklin pulled up outside the chain-link fence. "What the hell is happening here?"

Jen almost didn't want to get out of the car. "Trevor's done something stupid, I'm guessing."

"Or Michael pissed him off again."

The screaming outside of the trailer was only getting louder, and this time, it was punctuated by Ron's nervous fretting.

"It kind of sounds like we're both right," Jen replied. She looked over at Franklin. "Why did we have to come up here in the first place anyway?"

"Because we're the only ones dumb enough to put up with this shit."

"You're goddamn right about that," Jen said. She reached under her seat for her purse and dropped her phone and keys in. "Let's go calm them down, I guess. And figure out what the deal is with the woman."

Franklin shook his head. "You'd think Trevor'd at least take the tape off her mouth."

"I don't know, Trevor's so used to seeing people with the tape on, he probably forgets it's not natural."

Franklin crossed the gate first. Both Trevor and Michael paused mid-sentence to greet him before resuming the screaming match. Jen followed close behind him and settled herself on Michael's right side, directly between him and Ron. Franklin did the same thing on Trevor's side, creating the dividing line between him and Michael.

Ever the mediator and the voice of reason, Franklin held up his hands. "Can one of you please just tell me what's happening?"

The screaming match started again, with both Trevor and Michael trying to yell over the other. Finally, Franklin just pointed his finger at Michael. "What is going on?"

"Oh, of course you want Work Dad to tell you what's going on!" Trevor snapped, throwing his hands up. "Because those facts aren't unbiased at all."

Jen raised her eyebrows at him. "Trevor, you'll get your turn, too. We just want to know why we had to drive all the way up here."

Michael never learned how to lower his voice growing up, and he doesn't have the presence of mind to do it now. "Trevor kidnapped Madrazo's wife and now the old fucker's got a hit out on us!"

Trevor shrugged and nodded. "Actually, that pretty well sums it up.

Jen could see more than a few neighbors peeking out from between their blinds out of the corner of her eye, which told her they'd probably better go inside before the whole street came to watch the show. "Why don't we go inside and discuss this, boys?"

Trevor ushered them in and slammed the door behind them. The trailer had been crowded enough the last time Jen had been there when it was just Trevor, herself, and Ron. The addition of three more people made it feel more like a closet than a home.

Trevor took the lapse in conversation as an opportunity to introduce his hostage. "This is Patricia."

Michael planted himself on the living room couch. "She's so fucking bored out here that she's already cleaned this place. Imagine that - the hostage is bored."

Patricia shrugs, and something about that simple movement tells Jen that this probably isn't the first time Patricia Madrazo has been in this particular situation, albiet with less dangerous and less weird kidnappers. There wasn't much else she could do around the trailer other than clean or watch TV anyway since Trevor didn't seem to give a shit. Trevor trained his eyes on the older woman while Michael and Franklin watched with mild discomfort.

Jen gingerly leaned against the edge of Trevor's kitchen counter. She'd meticulously chosen the cleanest part of the counter she could see. The trailer was still filthy, despite Patricia's alleged attempts to clean it. The kitchen counter was no different; while it wasn't sticky as it usually was, there was still ground-in filth wedged into the tile grout and discoloration from who-knew-what staining the tile.

Jen chewed the inside of her cheek and folded her arms across her stomach. "Well, boys, ya fucked up."

"Can you just start yelling and get it over with?" Michael asked, fixing her with a distressed stare. "And I didn't fuck up - Trevor fucked us both."

"I did the right thing by taking Patricia with me," Trevor snapped. "Madrazo's a piece of shit."

"Well, Trevor, you're not wrong about Madrazo," Jen said. Ah, yes, there's the rising anger deep in her stomach. It's the kind of anger she used to fuel herself every morning. "What the fuck were you two thinking getting into bed with that shitstain Martin Madrazo like that? Taking out a star witness in a federal case? Kidnapping the scumbag's wife?" Jen held out her hand in submission to Patricia. "No offense to you, Ms. Madrazo. I realize you had no bearing in your husband's affairs."

The older woman nodded. Trevor had taken off the tape once they'd entered the trailer. "Oh, none taken. Please continue, dear."

"Thank you, ma'am," Jen replied, turning back to the boys. "I did some digging on the long, lovely drive up to good ol' Sandy Shores. He's got a hit out on you like you wouldn't fucking believe. It took me, Franklin, and Lester half the favors we have combined to figure out where all the heat was coming from. Every gang in the city is looking for you."

"Well, what can we do? Trevor kidnapped his fucking wife!" Michael snapped, flinging his hands up. "Is he gonna send his boys up here to look for us?"

Trevor growled deep in the back of his throat. "Ms. Madrazo has nothing to do with this!"

"Shut the fuck up, both of you! I'm not even close to done talking," Jen yelled, causing the three men to jump again. She bit her bottom lip, pulling at the chapped skin with her teeth. "No, they're not coming up to Blaine County. They'd be in Azteca territory, and that would cause a problem between Madrazo and Ortega. But you two sure as hell aren't going back to Los Santos anytime soon."

"So where do we go from here?" Michael asked, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. The space between his eyebrows furrowed, and he suddenly looked every day of his forty-five years.

Jen had never seen him back down from someone yelling at him, nor Trevor for that matter, but she assumed they understood the gravity of the situation. She similarly lowered her voice. "Well, you two will have to stay up here in Blaine County until it's safe. Paleto Bay is fine, the mountains are fine, but if you set foot in Los Santos, Madrazo's men will hunt you down and kill you, and there will be nothing Lester, Franklin, or I could do to save you."

"I'm not afraid of any of these fuckers," Trevor snapped, jumping to his feet. He stalked the length of the trailer (which was maybe only twenty feet, minus the space taken up by the six people currently crowding his living room). "I'll take every last one of them out, just like the Lost MC," he snorted, "and those inbred O'Neal brothers. I thinned that herd no problem. They can't do shit to me and they're not taking Patricia back to that hellhole."

"If you think you’d get away from a Martin Madrazo-brand assault, you’re an idiot. I understand that you think you're the Invincible Mr. Philips," Jen said, turning the intensity of her glare on him, "and maybe sometimes you are, but you’re not an idiot. Madrazo had you take out an entire jet plane with one gun. You have no idea how deep his pull runs - it doesn't matter if he's about to go to jail or not. The feds are doing everything they can as we speak to stack up another set of witnesses against him. I need all three of you to stay alive, and the only way that's going to happen is if you two lay low for now and let me, Franklin, and Lester do damage control until we figure out what to do."

Michael hummed. "You know, T…"

"What?" Trevor and Jen snapped simultaneously. They traded a glance of understanding.

Franklin rubbed his temples; no amount of painkillers could kill this kind of headache.

Michael sighed and shook his head. He had a temper and he knew it, but Trevor's was worse and Jen could give them all a run for their money when she had a mind to (like now). "This may be a good time to plan that test heist…"

Trevor opened his mouth to speak, but Jen beat him to the punch and cut him squarely off. "You know what? Please find a bank to rob out here in the sticks. Rob a liquor store, a gas station, hell, sacrifice some hitchhikers to whatever's left of the Altruists for all I care. Anything to keep y'all busy while I deal with your problems again and mine."

"Hell yeah!" Trevor yelped, finally on board with something. "Tell Lester to get off his ass and - wait, who's giving you a problem?"

Michael cocked his head. "You haven't mentioned anyone giving you problems?"

Franklin raised his eyebrows. "You're talking about that election tampering shit, right?"

Jen nodded. "Yeah, that. Agency's been snooping around in the poll stats for the past few weeks. I was actually in the middle of being interrogated before we drove up here."

Franklin shook his head. "You gotta watch the news more often, man."

"You got Lester on it yet?" Michael asked, his voice dark. That old protective streak had already gotten him into too much trouble, but he couldn't help it.

"He's looking into it," Jen replied curtly. "There's nothing for them to find and the Agency knows it, so I'm sure they'll try to plant something. I've got your buddy Davey looking into it, too."

"He can do something about that?" Michael asked, incredulous. Dave Norton was essentially useless, but for that little wily streak that made him very, very dangerous. "I didn't think that kind of cloak-and-daggers subterfuge was his area of expertise."

"It's not," Jen said, rubbing her temples. She wished he'd leave it alone, since now he had Franklin and Trevor's protective streaks revving up. "But Steve Haines wants to keep me in my position-"

"Yeah, I'll bet that turd wants to keep you in a few positions alright," Trevor growled, clenching his fists. "Oh, just another reason to let me get my hands on him."

"You're right about that." Jen grimaced. Nothing about Steve Haines was even remotely appealing - not his crunchy, gelled hair, not his Golf Dad frat boy aesthetic, not his dimple butt chin. "Point being, I make their job easier and I'm traceable back to you, so Haines and Dave are gonna keep me where I am, even though they've done a pretty shitty job as of late. Haines is a sneaky little bastard, but when he wants something, he goes all in to get it and keep it. It'll get handled."

Michael scratched the stubble on his chin thoughtfully. "If you even think you smell something fishy coming for you, you come back up here, alright? If we can't get into Los Santos to protect you, you're gonna have to come to us."

"I don't need protection. I've got cops circling my building day and night," Jen replied, but she sighed anyway. Even if she didn't feel like she needed protection, it wouldn't hurt to have them as backup. She didn't trust the cops to do their job anyway.

Trevor sat back down on the couch next to Michael. "Well, I think you should come stay with us here anyway. There's room on my bed for three."

"Room for three?" Jen sniffed. "Who? You, Mike, and Mr. Raspberry Jam? Don't worry, I'll be fine all by myself."

"Oh, I bet you would," Trevor replied, his voice low and lecherous.

“Can you shut up about that, T?” Michael snapped. “Jesus, we talked about this!”

Jen paused and looked at them strangely. What had they been talking about? Surely not her?

Franklin huffed. "Man, I did not need that image in my head."

"Me either, Frank," Jen said. "Let's get out of here. We need to get back home before it gets late."

Franklin got up and followed her to the door. He had his own problems to deal with, and as usual, now he's gotta deal with Trevor's and Michael's problems, too.

Michael followed the both of them to the door and kissed Jen goodbye, making her promise to be careful.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm always careful. Y'all don't do anything stupid," Jen said, giving Michael's hand a gentle squeeze. She followed Franklin out to the car and ducked her head out of the window once she’d climbed in. "And if any Agency fuckers come skulking around asking questions, tell them I don't know y'all and I just come up here for the anonymous group orgies. Wouldn't be the weirdest thing going on in our local government."

#michael de santa #michael de santa x oc #michael de santa x ofc #michael de santa x ofc x trevor philips #michael de santa x oc s trevor philips #trevor philips #trevor philips x oc #trevor philips x ofc #trikey #gta #GTAV #GTA5

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najatheangel · 3 years

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Hi~! Can I have a written ship for ateez, bts, and nct 127 please? I’m 21 years old, American, 5’4, Gemini, and I have green eyes. I’m very shy and awkward at first, but I’m more talkative, bubbly, weird, and feisty once you get to know me. I’m also a little moody and lazy at times 🥴. I’m going to school to be a vet tech (love animals) and I love taking naps. I enjoy sweets, soft/cuddly stuff, and trashy tv shows. I prefer to stay inside than go out to have fun, but I do enjoy shopping. Thank you so much! 🤗

Hii sweet pea🌸🌸, thanks for requesting. You sound like a sweetheart. I also appreciate your patience here’s your ship...

From Ateez, I ship you with...Seongwha

Positive Side: An adorable little duo. First of all Aries and Gemini’s are total couple material. There’s very strong communication and strong personalities that can handle each other. So both of your shells would open fast once you meet each other and at that point, the attachment becomes stronger as your days together goes by. Although Seongwha can be the more aggressive one in the relationship, it’s only because he’s a lot more passionate and excited about how things will start to develop in your relationship. Dates together are very soft! Since you both can be lazy at times, you both love to binge watch your favorite movies, dramas and tv shows together all day and have discussions in between every episode. His reactions to every app always makes you laugh because there so over the top. When you try to cuddle close to him, he would try to push you away acting like he didn’t like it at first, but then a second later he would pull you back close to him caressing the top of your head. He would be so supportive of your vet tech career and will be motivating you every step of the way.

Negative Side: As a team, it’s hard for the both of you to follow through with finishing a task/project without the other person. You both have this habit where you tend to procrastinate very easily by taking long naps, talking to your friends or even scrolling through social media. It’s understandable because your both working hard to take your careers to the next level but sometimes it can be hard to keep up with deadlines. For example, one day Seongwha would have to have an extra day exstension for not learning the choreography all because he was hanging out with his friends. In the case with you, you could miss one quiz one night because you stayed up all night watching Boys over Flowers.

But...: You both don’t let this happen all the time, especially when it all depends on your future. If it’s a goal you really want to accomplish or finish something your really interested in, your going to dedicate all the the time and put in effort in order to complete it. Once the job is done it’s back to the normal routine which doesn’t mean it’s necessarily a bad thing. When both of you complete your goals, you reward each other by going shopping or going out on a ice cream date. That’s the best part about this relationship, celebrating each other’s proud moments.

Uggh my gahd, stop it your too cute. 😭✨

From Bts, I ship you with...Jungkook

Positive Side: This bunny boy would love you in ways nobody else has shown you in a long time. At first it took sometime for you two to open up because of how shy, quiet and awkward you two can be when meeting each other, but he wanted you to feel comfortable by breaking his shell out as you were the one opening up to him first. Jungkook just follows your lead in the beginning when it comes to having conversations and even hanging out with him. After awhile, he just knew in his heart he wanted to be with you and worked for it until you accepted his confession. Jungkook loves exploring when it comes to trying new sweet spots with you. If you wanted a pound of chocolate chip edible cookie dough, he would get it for you. Also when your shopping with him to help him get his stage outfits for the next concert is a time where you both get silly chasing each other in and out the dressing room. Also you hyping each other up when getting each other’s hair done. “Wow look at my scrumptious blueberry. I love the blue hair on you.” He looks to the side blushing ruffling his hair. “I could say the same about you. They did amazing with your highlights.” Lastly, he would be there for you the whole time throughout your time finishing school. In a sense, he knows what it feels like to handle the pressure of graduating while practing as sn idol at a young age. He would give you words of encouragement and even right messages on sticky notes in your notebook every do it can boosts your energy.

Negative Side: Your both homey people which works out for the best, but out of the both of you, Jungkook is the more adventurous one. It’s expected that he’s more energetic because of his busy schedule and being an idol. Whenever he tries to ask you some days if you want to come along with him to go to the beach with him and the members or even try to tag you along with him to his next performance, your schedules wouldn’t line up or you were tired from working all day and just wanted to get some sleep. The both of you feel upset whenever you can’t see each other those days, but the you know that you have to finish your jobs for the day.

But...: Once a special occasion comes up such as a date, anniversary or a holiday comes up, you both plan months ahead to dedicate that time off. Once you get the approval to spend time with each other, it’s just makes your whole day. If it doesn’t ever work out, you guys still find time to FaceTime from your locations, you even decide to have fun with it. One time you had decided to do a FaceTime dinner date where you both dressed fancy and ordered the same food from different hotels. “The steak tastes so delicious babe. Thanks for recommending it to me.” “It’s no problem. I always know what you like. You look stunning in that dress baby.” The both of you blush at the amount of compliments you give each other and chat the whole night until you go to sleep.

From NCT 127, I ship you with...Haechan

Positive Side: Y’all would have a love-hate relationship. When y’all first meet, from the jump he would be dying to get to know you asking you all kinds of questions, but that’s because he wanted you to open out of your shell. Once y’all got to know each a lot better and become best friends, get ready for this man to tease you nonstop. He would jokingly try to push your bottons by making fun of how you eat soup, the way you walk in heels, literally anything and that’s when you both bicker back in forth coming for each other’s throats. After awhile, you both start developing feelings and it was awkward because the both of you were trying not to make it too obvious, but once you finally confess to each other it was a beautiful moment that you both can cherish. Not much changed in your relationship at that point it was more like best friends doing romantic things. He would drag you along everywhere whenever him and his 127 members travel around different states not giving a care in the world who was gossiping about the two of you. You also have chill dates where you’d sneak into each other’s rooms helping you study for school or watching movies all night long, but y’all would be distracted either way by play fighting or making out under the covers. Since both your moods change fast, it makes sense that this is your routine, but you both wouldn’t ever wanted things to change.

Negative Side: In the beginning, Haechan would sometimes go a little to far getting on your nerves bothering you constantly. One time you were tired from class and had to redo a paper from one of your English classes and all of a sudden Haechan was already on a ten dancing baby shark sexily in front of you. At first you were laughing and told him to stop, but then that turned to hours of silliness which led to missing your deadline to your paper. Even sometimes when he roasts you infront of the members, it turns into a big blowout with you both ignoring each other for days. “You know what Haechan you play too much and I’ve really had enough of your games. Your sleeping on the couch tonight.” “Fine by me, you snore too much anyway.” Snatches your pillow from you and slams the door. “I swear, he’s such a child..”

But...: The members couldn’t stand how gloomy you two were around each other and put you two in a private room to work out your differences. It was hard at first because your constant arguing. Once you both realize how hard you were on each other, you both made up and started to learn when not to cross the line with hurting each other’s feelings. He’s never going to stop messing with you, because that’s how he shows his form of love for you. What’s even better is that Haechan can be the best boyfriend at the same time being your number 1 supporter, teddy bear, best friend and lover.

Out of everyone, I ship you the most with...Jungkook ⭐️

@ermbabyel I hope you liked your ship and feel free to request again anytime in the future.

#submission #kpop ships #written ships #bts ships #nct 127 ships #ateez ships #ateez #nct 127 #Bts #Jungkook #haechan #Seongwha

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sevenwonderwitch · 5 years

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Experienced

Michael Langdon x Reader , Kai Anderson x Reader

warnings: fluff, first kiss, first orgasm, underage drinking, slight dub con, michael is sweet, high school AU, abusive parents

Summary: Michael has always been willing to help you. So would he be willing to teach you how to kiss?

A/N: another one from the vault that I’ve pulled out and rewritten with Michael as a cute one shot. I hope you guys like it. It’s not proof read.

My best friend’s brother knows everything. When we were kids he taught me how to fish. I still suck at it, but he taught me anyway. He helped me learn how to rollerblade and held my hand the first time I went on a roller coaster, he told me not to shut my eyes, cuz it’s no fun and he was right. When I was ten and I fell out of the tree, he put the ice pack on my ankle while Vi called their mom. And when my parents got into their first big blowout, Michael was the one that rode his bike to pick me up and take me back to his house. I sat on the handle bars. Michael’s a good friend. I trust him. So I know he’ll be able to help me with my current issue. He’s always helped me before.

It’s late in the afternoon when I knock Michael’s bedroom door. I’ve had the code to their front door since I was a kid. Since I was almost always at the Mead household and hardly ever spent time at my own. My parents were drunks, constantly fighting with each other and pulling punches. So I stayed away. Violet and Michael’s mom was very kind, she took me in and raised me alongside her own adopted kids. We’re family.

“Come in.” he says, I open the door to see him propped up in bed, shirtless, with low hanging sweatpants on. He’s reading Hamlet casually. His eyes flicker up to me, he gives me a kind smile. “Hey Y/N. Vi here yet?” I shake my head, closing the door behind myself. I drop my bookbag on the floor and sit down on the edge of his bed, he moves his feet.

“Nah. She’s at the game with Tate.” Michael rolls his eyes. He wasn’t particularly fond of Tate, but Violet can handle her own.

“So what’s up?” he asks, turning the page in his play. I play with the fabric of my shirt nervously. I can always ask him for help with school, bullies, all kinds of things. But for some reason I can’t ask him for this. My tongue feels thick and swollen in my mouth. I feel weird. Like a freak.

Before I can say anything he sits up, crossing his legs and reaching for my hand. He always holds my hand, it started when we were kids, he did it so I wouldn’t wander away when we were going somewhere. It’s a habit. A comforting habit. “What’s wrong?” there’s concern in his voice. I know if I look up his forehead will be creased and those big blue eyes will hold mine, staring at me until I just spill everything, tell him everything. And he’d listen, he’d let me vent and then he’d hug me. Because I’m family. Because he cares.

“Nothing,” I finally say, still unwilling to look him in the eye. “I’m just...I have an issue and I’m not sure what to do.”

“You can talk to me Y/N. What’s on your mind?” I take a deep breath, it’s now or never. No going back from here.

“There’s a boy at school...he’s friends with Tate.”

“Uh huh,” I smile at his tone, he already doesn’t like him.

“His name is Kai. He’s really nice. Flirts with me a lot. I think we like each other a lot….” I trail off, my cheeks feel like they’re burning. Michael waits for me to finish patiently.

“Sooo,” he coaxes, “What’s the problem? You’ve had boyfriends before.” I shake my head. “Really?” Michael sounds genuinely surprised. I take a peak at him, he’s studying my face, trying to gauge if I’m bullshitting him or not. “You’re not joking,” he finally says when I don’t break into a smile.

“My problem,” I say, ignoring his surprise, “Is that I don’t have a lot of experience….” I look down at my feet. The awkwardness is growing, he’s waiting for me to finish. “I don’t know how to….I’ve never been kissed before.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Oh that’s not a big deal. You’ll be fine.”

“But I think he’s got experience and I….I don’t want to be bad at it you know?” Michael raises his eyebrow, I wonder if he sees where this is going.

“What are you implying?” He asks me. I stumble to find the right words.

“I wanted to ask you if maybe…maybe you could teach me?”

“Teach you how to kiss?”

“Well you’ve had lots of girlfirends-”

“I wouldn’t say ‘lots’-”

“So you have experience. I have none.” he sighs, running his hand over his face. I feel awkward, my hands begin to sweat as I wait for his answer.

“You really like this kid huh?” I nod.

“A lot. I don’t want to mess this up.” He’s quiet for a moment longer, I debate whether or not to just tell him it’s a joke and to forget it.

“Okay.“ he startles me. I didn’t think it’d be that easy.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Just this once.” he adds. I grin, he scoots back towards his headboard and I swing my legs up onto the bed, folding them beneath myself.

“Thank you.” I say gratefully.

“Don’t mention it…Like ever, to anyone after this okay?” I nod and he scoots closer to me now, I can smell his cologne and deodorant, he smells really good. Clean. “Everyone is different. Some people are good kissers, some are bad-”

“I’m probably bad.”

“Quiet.” he scolds me, before continuing his lecture. “Like I said everyone is different….But if this guy…If he tries anything you don’t like, you have the right to say no. You can tell him to stop.” He reaches up, brushing his fingers over my cheek gently. “Come here,” he whispers, I lean in, our lips meere inches apart. He looks me in the eye, his eyes flicker to my lips from time to time. I feel something strange begin to vibrate within me. “You feel that?” he breathes against my lips, his breath is cool, and smells minty, I shiver.

“Yeah.”

“Good. That’s a good sign.” slowly, tentativly, he presses his lips to mine. I don’t know what to do, I just sit there, letting his mouth move against mine, he pulls away, a small grin on his face. “You can kiss me back.”

“How?”

“Do what I do. Follow my lead,” I close my eyes this time as he brings his lips back to mine. I do what he says and move my lips against his, mimicking his actions. He reaches up, grasping the back of my head, the other hand gripping my lower arm. His lips are smooth and soft, pressing against mine over and over again. My hands grip the fabric of his sweats tightly. His tongue darts out, licking my bottom lip, I gasp and pull away.

“Wow.” I say breathlessly. “What was that?”

“I was asking you for entrance.”

“Entrance?”

“To your mouth. Always ask. It’s not polite to just shove your tongue down someone’s throat.” we chuckle together, I feel something wet grow between my legs, I look back at him.

“Can we try with tongue?” I ask.

“Sure. C’mere.” I’m back in his arms, he kisses me slowly before licking me again, I open my mouth wide, moaning as his tongue begins to massage and wrestle mine. I continue following his lead, doing what he does. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and I squirm, unable to handle the growing warmth between my legs. He grabs my hips and I move, coming to sit in his lap. I run my fingers through his hair as he rubs his hands up and down my back. I’m nearly panting and desperate for relief from the tension building in me. I roll my hips slightly, causing him to stiffen.

He pulls away too quickly, I chase his lips, only to open my eyes and see him grinning at me teasingly.

“You’re a good kisser.” he compliments.

“T…Thanks.” I stutter. “You are too.” we stare at each other, I’m still in his lap and I can feel something hard poking at me from his sweatpants. He’s hard. I think, blushing again, He’s hard because of me. He reaches up to trace my bottom lip with his finger, I close my eyes again and lean into his touch.

“You know you can talk to me about anything right?” Michael asks seriously. I nod, wrapping my around him. I hug him tightly, his hands run up and down my back. I feel him press a quick kiss to my neck. I sigh happily, nuzzling him with my nose. I feel him smile against my skin.

“You’re the sweetest thing...You know that?” he nips at my skin lightly with his teeth, I gasp, accidently rolling my hips against his. He pulls back, brushing his fingers against my cheek. He kisses me again, softly, slowly.

“Thank you Mikey,” I say again, gratefully. I want him to know how much I appreciate this.

“We’re best friends Y/N….I’ll always help you. Whatever you need.” I smile as he pushes me off his lap. He leans back against his bed, picking his play up again. “You can chill in here if you want. If you got any homework I’ll help you with it.” The atmosphere completely changes, like nothing even happened. I smile, pulling out my chemistry book.

I dream about the kiss with Michael for days after it happens. I always wake up feeling wet between my legs and a faint throbbing feeling. I try to get off. I rub my skin raw, push my fingers in and out of myself. Nothing works. I work myself so hard I’m barely breathing, face nearly purple. But no matter what I do I can’t seem to get off. Still, the dreams persist.

I avoid Michael when I’m at his house. If we’re sitting at the dinner table I’ll converse with violet or his mom. I always duck into her room if I hear him coming down the hall. I don’t know if I’m embarrassed or scared. He doesn’t seem to notice my growing awkwardness. He goes about his day as though nothing happened at all.

“What is going on with you?” Violet snaps me out of my head when she asks this. I look at her, she sits across from me, eating a nutella sandwich and studying me curiously.

“What do you mean?” I ask, trying to keep my voice normal. I take a bite of my apple sauce.

“You’ve been acting really weird all week. Always ducking into my room and hiding around the house….Do you have a crush on Michael?” I choke on my apple sauce, looking at her through watery eyes.

“No! Absolutely not!” she chuckles, taking a bite of her sandwich.

“Good. Cuz I was gonna say...gross.” I smile, but in the back of my mind I wonder if she would think that about me and Michael….Probably. We all did grow up together. “Seriously though,” she looks concerned now, lowering her voice. “Is it your dad again? Do you need to stay with us indefinitely like last time?” I stiffen, shaking my head.

A few years ago things got really, really bad with my parents. The police got involved and I was sent to live with Mrs. Mead while they got their shit together.

“No...I’m fine honest.” she doesn’t look like she believes me. I reach out and place my hand over hers. “I’m fine Vi. Honest.” she doesn’t push anymore, and we eat in awkward silence for a few minutes.

I’m so wrapped up in my thoughts, I nearly jump out of my skin when someone’s hands cover my eyes. “Guess who?” the voice asks. I can hear Violet giggling across from me.

“Jeff Goldblum,” I guess. The person snickers, moving their hands and sitting down beside me. It’s Kai. I feel my stomach churn with butterflies.

“Damn. I wish I was Jeff Goldblum.” He high fives Tate who’s sat beside Violet now, his arm around her. Kai’s focus is on me. He scoots close, he smells like Old Spice. “Haven’t seen ya around in a couple days.” I shrug my shoulders.

“I like to change my route to class. Keeps things interesting.” He smirks, his lips are soft and pink. Smooth. I wonder if they taste like Michael’s. He notices my gaze and puts his finger under my chin, tilting my face up to look at him.

“Spontaneous. I like that….I got a question for you.” I can feel Vi’s eyes on me, my heart is pounding, anxiety rolling over my shoulders.

“Yeah?”

“You wanna go to Tate’s party Friday night? I can pick you up if you want.” I smile, feeling relieved and excited at the same time.

“Sure…” he grins. “I’d love to.”

“Yes.” he pumps his fist in the air. The bell rings, ending our lunch. I stand up and he takes my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine, he brings them to his lips and kisses the back of my hand. His lips are really soft. They feel nice. “I’ll see you Friday night.” Violet is jumping with excitement as we throw our trays away and head towards our next class.

Friday arrives almost too quickly. I haven’t actually spoken to Michael since the kissing lesson, but when I arrive at the Mead house he’s there, in the living room, on the phone.He hangs up as I come in.

“Hey,” I smile and make a bee line for Vi’s room.

“Wow. Wow. Wow.” He stops me, stretching his arm out to block my path. “What’s going on?”

“What?”

“You’ve been acting weird. Ever since….” he raises his eyebrows. I roll my eyes and scoff.

“You’re crazy. I am not-” he grabs my chin and brings my lips to his. My eyes close instantly as he wraps his arm around my waist. When he pulls away I think I see stars. “I thought you said kissing lessons only one time.” he smirks, his nose brushes mine.

“I changed my mind.” He pulls away from me, taking my hand in his. “You wanna tell me what’s wrong?” He pulls me towards the couch in the living room, I sit down beside him, sinking into the cushion. I pull my legs up under myself.

“We’re going to a party at Tate’s tonight.”

“Kai taking you?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you kissed him yet?” I shake my head. He pats my knee reassuringly.

“Don’t be nervous. You’re a great kisser. It’ll be fine.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.”

“Then what is it?”

“What if he wants...you know...to do...more,” Michael’s neck turns a light shade of pink, he clears his throat, shifting in his spot.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to Y/N.”

“I know that.”

“And if he tries to force you, I will take care of that.” I smile at the thought of Michael protecting me. I shake my head.

“The thing is that I want to do it. I want to have sex and fall in love and make out and things like that,” Michael listens, his hand still on my knee, “But I can’t even get off on my own. How in the hell would I get a guy off?”

“It’s not that hard.”

“That’s what she said.” he grins at me, happy He got the joke. “I’m serious though. I can’t even masturbate right...Is there something wrong with me?”

“No. Some girls have trouble. There’s nothing wrong with that….What do you think about when you do it?” I’m surprised and pleased with the turn this conversation has taken, I really can talk to Michael about anything.

“I don’t know...I kinda just….go at it.” he chuckles now, covering his mouth with his hand. HIs eyes crinkle and his whole body shakes. “What?” I ask offended.

“You can’t just go at it….you need stimulation. To get turned on.”

“Oh.”

“So what turns you on?”

You. I think. I’ll never tell him that though. “I’m not sure.”

“What about the kissing….Did you feel anything when we kissed?” He’s looking at me the way he did when we first kissed. The first time he asked me if I felt something. I lick my lips, his eyes dart down and then back up to my eyes. I nod slowly.

“Yeah. I felt warm.”

“Aroused.” he says.

“Aroused.” It sounds like a foreign concept coming from my mouth, the way it rolls off my tongue.

“You’ll be fine. If you worry too much you won’t enjoy yourself.” he gets up from the couch and leans over me, pressing his lips to my forehead. I close my eyes, just being this close to him sends my stomach spinning. “If you need anything tonight. Even just a way out, call me. I’ll pick you girls up.” he drops his hand from me and walks away, leaving me alone on the couch.

Kai has a nice house. It’s big, and packed with people. The smell of sweat and alcohol and weed fills the air. I stayed by Vi’s side most of the night, following her and Tate around the house. Until Tate whispered something in her ear.

“Hey Y.N” Vi pulls me to a corner and shouts in my ear. “I’m gonna go upstairs for a bit. You don’t have to wait for me.” I shake my head, waving her away, a druk couple stumbles past us. I hadn’t drank much at all tonight.

“It’s fine I’ll wait. Have fun.” she winks at me and follows Tate up the stairs. I find my way back to the living room. I stand awkwardly off to the side, watching people smoke and drink and act like idiots. It’s pretty amusing, the things people will do when they’re drunk.

“Hey!” I feel a heavy arm drape over my shoulders. I look up to see Kai, smiling at me tipsily. His fingers brush over my bare shoulder. I’m wearing one of Violet’s dresses tonight. A sexy little off the shoulders black dress, it hugs my curves perfectly. “You enjoying yourself?” he asks. I nod my head and motion towards my ear, the music is loud, shaking the house with the base. Kai takes my hand, pulling me through the throngs of people, he leads me outside.

“Ah..That’s much better,” I say, taking a deep breath. Kai stands in front of me. His eyes rake over my body. It bothers me, the way he’s looking at me. He tosses his empty beer can to the side and places his hands on my hips, he tips his head down so our noses brush.

There’s no one around. Everyone else is inside, it’s a cold night. The wind raises the hairs on my flesh, giving me goosebumps. Not even Kai being this close can warm me.

“You’re fucking gorgeous. You know that?” He doesn’t give me a chance to reply. He grabs my chin roughly and slams his lips to mine. His kiss is hard and rough. I slap at his shoulders as he pulls me closer, forcing his tongue into my mouth.I can barely breathe, my mind begins to cloud, I squirm, trying to get away. But he has me in a vice grip. Panic seized me. He’s drunk and I’m alone, also quite a bit smaller than him. One of his hands slides down my back, barely brushing my ass. I shove at him, he staggers backwards, wiping his mouth. My mouth hurts and I’m shaking with fear.

“Y/N!” I turn and run as fast as I can, kicking Violet’s heels off as I go. I’ll buy her a new pair later.

My feet are sore and throbbing from pounding against the pavement, my body perspiring as I make my way up the steps to the Mead household. I’m exhausted, my adrenaline finally wearing off. I hope Kai isn’t mad at me. I think I overreacted. My mouth still hurts, I can still feel his slimy, tongue sliding down my throat. I grimace as I open the door and step inside quietly., The tv is on, someone’s up, I don’t pay attention to it.

“Y/N,” I take a step back as a shadowy figure emerges from the living room. Michael walks towards me, his eyes wide with alarm. He reaches out and I rush into his arms. I’m scared and confused and embarrassed. Maybe I made a mistake. Maybe I thought every kiss would be like Michael’s. I don’t know. Michael holds me close, rubbing my back and whispering to me soothingly.

“You’re safe Y/N. You’re safe.” Michael gently cups my face in his hands, checking me over, concern clouding his face. “What happened?” he asks. “Where’s Violet?”

“She’s fine. She’s with Tate. She said I could leave.”

“Come over here. Sit down.” I let him pull me into the living room, he sits beside me on the couch, throwing a blanket over my shoulders, I wrap it tightly around myself. “What happened?”

“I fucked up….” I don’t know any other way to put it. I shouldn’t have overreacted like I did. Kai wasn’t trying to hurt me. Was he? “Kai kissed me.” Michael narrows his eyes.

“That’s not all. What did he do?” His voice is low, dangerous. He looks pissed, I don’t want to make him angrier, but I have to tell him. Just being kissed by a boy is no logical reason for me to come running into the house like I did.

“It was really hard. It hurt. He bit my lip and he….He forced his tongue down my throat. It was gross and not at all like when we kissed. I didn’t like it….” Michael sits there, I look down at my hands embarrassed. When I did look up, Michael’s face was inches from my own. I backed away slightly out of instinct, but he grabbed the back of my head, gently pulling me back to him.

His lips are soft and apologetic when they meet mine. It makes my heart flutter, I reach up and cup his cheek in my hand. He sucks on my bottom lip and blows air lightly into my mouth. I moan into the kiss, causing him to break away.

“Shhh. My mom’s sleeping.”

“Why are you still up anyway?”

“I wanted to make sure you and Violet got home safe. But it looks like Violet wasn’t planning to come home….I’m glad you did though.” I smile and he kisses me again, just a quick press of lips to my mouth. He stands up and lifts me into his arms, blanket and all, off the couch.

“What are you doing?” I whisper as he carries me down the hallway. He kicks the door to his room open gently and sets me down on my feet. He closes the door behind him, I hear the lock click. We are surrounded in total darkness.

His hands manage to find my arms and he pulls me into his body. His chest is warm and his heartbeat is strong. I can feel it beneath my fingers. “I want you to stay with me tonight. I promise, all we’ll do is sleep. And if you wanna leave you can, I just….I thought you might like that.”

“Okay.” I smile into the darkness. Michael’s hands slide up my dress. He grabs the zipper, the noise is loud in the quiet of the house as he drags it down my body. I shimmy out of it, left only in a strapless bra and panties. He pushes soft fabric into my hands, I don’t know how he can see in the dark, it must be muscle memory.

“Put this on.” It’s a t shirt. I pull it over my head. It smells like him. He takes my hand in his and leads me to his bed. I climb onto it, scooting back until I hit the wall. I feel the bed dip as he climbs in beside me. “Just like old times.” I reminisce. When we were kids, if Violet and I got scared we would go find him and stay with him. He would protect us from all the monsters. Michael chuckles.

“You used to be afraid of everything.”

“No I wasn’t.”

“Yes you were. Come here.” He reaches out for me, he pulls me towards him, my body half lying over his, I prop myself up on my elbows. I feel his fingers against my face, touching my eyes and my lips, my nose, like he’s trying to memorize me in the dark, one of his arms is wrapped loosely around my waist.

I bend down, capturing his lips in mine. He shifts and pulls me into his lap. I straddle him easily, he places both of his hands on my hips now. We kiss slowly, lazily, no real effort or passion behind it, just something we both need. I can feel the...arousal...begin to burn through my legs. My body feels hot and I can feel him start to stiffen against me. I roll my hips gently, causing him to buck up against me. It feels good.

His hands slide down to cup my ass. I don’t know why this doesn’t bother me. It bothered me when Kai did it. Maybe it’s because I know Michael. I’ve known him my whole life. He would never hurt me. He begins to guide me, grinding me down against him as he pushes up towards me. I can feel him now, straining through his sweats.

I hold onto his shoulders tightly as we rub against each other. He gives my ass a light squeeze, licking into my mouth with his tongue and biting my lip gently. It doesn’t hurt when he does it. I completely relax into him as he controls the motion and the speed of the grinding. One of his hands slides up to cup my face, he breaks the kiss to trace my lips with the pad of his thumb, I take a shaky breath.

“I wish all girls reacted the way you do.” His voice is deep and filled with something foreign to me. What he says makes me shiver, my arousal spiking, I can feel something happening.

“Am I good?” I manage to pant. He brings my face back down towards his, I can feel him smile against my lips.

“Very good. You’re perfect baby.” that word makes my stomach knot tightly. He’s never called me that before. He begins to move faster, pressing his lips against mine hungrily. My body starts to stiffen, I can feel something happen.

“Michael…” I whimper.

“Shhh It’s okay. Let go. Let go Y/N. I got you.” he presses his hand to my mouth as my body tightens and pleasure floods me. I buck and grind against him hard, unable to control my body as it spasms. He pushes his hips up, his hard on pressing against my clit hard. I shiver, suddenly feeling relaxed and tired. He gently pushes me off of him and pulls me into his arms. He kisses my forehead gently as I try to catch my breath.

“What was that?” I ask in amazement.

“That,” he says kissing my nose. “Was an orgasm.”

I wake up feeling warm, someone’s arms are wrapped around me tightly, our legs intertwined. I bury my face in their chest and squeeze my arms around them. I want to stay like this forever.

“You awake?” my eyes snap open. I look up to see Michael watching me, a soft expression on his face. He reaches up and brushes my hair back from my face. “Good morning.” he whispers, pecking my lips softly.

“Good morning.”

“Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah...I slept really good.” he grins, releasing his hold on me. He climbs out of bed and goes to his dresser, he tosses a pair of basketball shorts at me. I blush crimson, realising I’m not wearing pants. Memories of the night before flood my mind.

Michael senses my distress and sits back down on the bed, he takes my hands in his. “It’s okay Y/N….Things got kinda out of hand last night. I should have stopped it but-”

“No. Don’t say that. It felt good.” I can’t look him in the face. But it’s the truth. It felt really good. Maybe now I’ll be able to get off on my own, just thinking about it.

“Y/N.” he puts his finger under my chin, I try to avoid his eyes. “Look at me.” slowly, reluctantly, I let my eyes meet his. He has a sad look on his face, one of disappointment even. “You need to put those shorts on and go to Vi’s room. Now.” He drops his hand from my face and turns away. I’m surprised and hurt by his sudden change in demeanor.

“Did I...Did I do something?” I ask quietly. He doesn’t answer. I can feel tears of embarrassment burn my eyes. I jump off his bed and pull the shorts on. As I’m unlocking the door he stops me, placing his hand on my wrist. I look towards his bathroom so he doesn’t see my tears.

“Y/N. You didn’t do anything wrong….It’s just...I don’t-”

“It’s okay,” I say, wiping my hand over my face, I pull the door open and he backs away from me. “I get it.” I shut the door before he can say anything else.

I feel like an idiot. I don’t know why I expected anything more than for him to put up a boundary, draw a line in the sand. He’d never see me as anything more than a good friend, a sister. I sink down in Vi’s bean bag chair, covering my face with my hands. I wasn’t even supposed to like him! It was supposed to be Kai. Kai who I ran from last night. Kai who liked me and flirted with me….he was drunk. Maybe he’s a better kisser sober...I resolve to put Michael out of my mind and talk to Kai on monday. I hope he still wants to go out.

Violet comes back later in the afternoon. I spent most of the day in her room, only going out if I was hungry or needed to go to the bathroom. Miriam and I talk for a bit, she makes me feel better. He’s like the mother I wish I had. But when Michael walks in I always make an excuse to leave the conversation, avoiding his gaze as I head back towards Violet’s bedroom.

“Sometimes guys can be a little rough,” Violet says to me as she hands me a bottle of water from the fridge. “Like you said, he was drunk. I think you should give him another chance.” I nod, happy with her advice and approval. “We can go out on a double date. Just us.”

“I’d like that.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” we both jump, turning to see Michael standing by the kitchen table, sunglasses on and keys in his hand. I can’t tell if he’s looking at me, but I look at the floor anyway.

“What?”Violet asks.

“Dude man handled her last night and you’re telling her to give him another chance?” Violet crosses her arms.

“He was drunk. And she’s never been kissed before. I do think she overreacted a bit.”

“I think she reacted perfectly fine.”

“How would you even know?” Michael opens his mouth and closes it. “That’s what I thought. Where are you going?” Violet changes the subject.

“To meet up with some friends. We’re going to the beach.” He grabs an apple from the little bowl on the table, takes a bite and turns to leave. Violet turns back to me.

“In all actuality Y/N it’s up to you. You don’t have to see him again or you can. Whatever you wanna do I’ll help you. But Kai genuinely likes you and I think he’d be good for you.” I smile as we walk back towards her room. At the very least he’ll be a good distraction, get my mind off my best friend.

I wish I never asked for the kissing lessons. I wish I’d never went to bed with him last night. I wish things could go back to normal, where it was the three of us against the world, best friends to the end. I hate lying to Violet, or at the very least, not telling her everything. It feels so wrong to me.

“Very good. You’re perfect baby.” I swallow hard, trying to forget the way his words made me feel.

I make my way through the crowded halls, searching for Kai on Monday. I haven’t spoken to him since everything happened and I want to apologize. I find him outside my chemistry class, talking with Tate. His eyes go wide when he sees me, he meets me as I walk towards him.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” we stand in the middle of the hallway awkwardly, neither one of us knowing exactly what to say.

“Look before you say anything-”

“I’m sorry.” he shuts his mouth, I continue, “I shouldn’t have overreacted like that….You took me by surprise.” Kai leans down, he hesitates, his lips barely brushing mine, I lean forward, pressing mine against his. It’s better now, not perfect, but not so rough. He takes my hand.

“I shouldn’t have came onto you like that. I get a little wild when I drink.” I laugh, he puts his arm around me, pulling me into his side. “Can I walk you to class?” he asks.

“That would be perfect.

Michael’s P.O.V

I know I’m doing the right thing by backing off, by not spurring her or leading her on any further. I should have never agreed to the kissing lessons, or asked her to stay with me...But I can’t get her out of my head. I;ve known Y/N my whole life, she’s one of my best friends. I always thought of her as a sister….until last summer. When she began to change. She became a woman, I could see it. A beautiful, graceful woman. But I can’t have her. What would my mom think? My sister? They’d freak. No. I need to stay in my lane. I need to be her friend. Not with benefits.

I see her. She’s a few feet ahead of me, talking with that guy, Kai. I stop in my tracks, frozen to the stop as I see him lean towards her. Sadness washes over me as I watch her lean in and kiss him. She kissed him. He says something and she smiles as he throws his arm around her and they walk away together. I shake my head. This is good. If he makes her happy, that’s all I want….So why do I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut.

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Tom Wilson - Don’t Check On Me

hey guys, so this is my first time publishing anything on here, so feedback would be amazing! this is loosely inspired by the song Don’t Check On Me by Chris Brown. if you like it, lmk warnings: swearing, lots of angst, breakup

summary: tom gets jealous way too easily and you’re both toxic for each other so you break up and see each other 2 months later

His hand felt ... foreign, resting on your knee. His fingers were soft, delicate, a sign of someone who has some boring, normal job, like in an office or something. They were nothing like Tom’s. It was this simple fact that ensured that you weren’t going to gain interest in the guy sitting next to you and talking to you in that crowded club.

He kept talking, not noticing, or not minding, the fact that you weren’t listening in the slightest. You grabbed your drink off of the bar and brought it up to your lips, the burning liquid seemingly being the only thing keeping you from just walking away and going home.

You need this, you told yourself, just as your friends had told you 3 hours earlier. You don’t need him. You knew it was true, you did, in fact, not need him. And you knew it was for the best that you weren’t together anymore. But you also knew that it would be a while before anything like tonight would seem even remotely appealing to you.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” The guy, whatever his name was, waved his hand in front of your face, bringing you out of your daze. You looked up at his face and analyzed his features. He was definitely younger than you, maybe 20 years old? You could barely see the color of his eyes in the dim setting. His hair was short, a buzz-cut. He wasn’t bad looking, pretty cute, actually, but definitely not your type. An amused expression crossed his features as you stared at him.

“Yeah, sorry, what did you say?” You replied, trying to play off the fact that you hadn’t heard a word he said in the last fifteen minutes.

“I asked if you wanted to go back to my place?” You sighed, really not in the mood for a one-night stand right now.

“What’s your name, again?” You asked, your blunt personality taking over. A flash of anger crossed his features, offended that you didn’t remember his name.

“Uh, Chris.”

“Well, look, Chris, I’m sorry but that’s not gonna happen.” His nostrils flared in a moment of quiet rage, but it was soon washed off his face and replaced with the flirty smirk he had had the whole time he was talking.

“I bet I could convince you otherwise.” Right before you had the chance to respond or do anything, another voice interrupted.

“She said no, dickwad.”

The familiarity that came with that voice, his voice, was enough to almost bring tears to your eyes. But, you fought them off, even when all of those painful memories came back.

2 months ago

“(Y/N), if you don’t get out of there right now, I’m gonna lose it.”

A laugh escaped your mouth as you calmly continued applying your mascara. Tom was being so dramatic, yelling at you to hurry out of the bathroom so he could do his hair before the event he was taking you to.

“You snooze, you lose.” You responded through the locked door. You heard him scoff angrily and you let out another giggle.

“Stop laughing and hurry your little ass up so we aren’t late.” He groaned. You finished up the last finishing touches and opened the door to your lovely boyfriend. God, he looks good. You loved going to these events solely because Tom looked so good in a suit.

“You love my little ass.” He laughed and pulled you closer to him by the hips, moving his hands to said ass.

“My little ass.” He corrected, pulling you in for a kiss so you didn’t have time to respond. You both smiled into the kiss until you realized that you had just finished with your makeup. You put your hands on his chest, reluctantly pulling away. He furrowed his brows in confusion at the action.

“My lipstick.” Before he could register anything, you ran back into the bathroom and locked the door just in time. He let out another obnoxious groan in the door.

“Okay, forget my hair, I’ll be down in the car, come down when you’re done.”

You agreed and eventually made your way to the car after you finished touching up your lipstick.

The event was going great. Everyone was milling about, chatting. You decided to leave Tom’s side while he was talking to Alex and walked over to Andre. As you got closer, you realized how sad he looked. He stared at his drink, sloshing around the glass as he oscillated his hand. You sat in the seat next to him, breaking him out of his gaze and he offered you a small smile.

“What’s got you so down?” You asked. He looked around before looking back at you.

“It’s just, this might be my last event like this with these guys.” He looked back down at his glass with sad eyes.

“What do you mean, do you think you’re gonna get traded?” He slowly nodded. You furrowed your brows in sympathy and grabbed his hand, causing him to look back up at you.

“Hey. You will always be a member of this team, no matter what. These guys love you so much. Especially Tom, no matter how much shit he gives you.”

Andre nodded and gladly welcomed your embrace when you leaned over to give him a hug. The nice moment was interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind you. You pulled back and turned to be met with the sight of Tom, jaw tightly taught, glaring at you.

You weren’t stupid. This had happened every time you even talked to another guy, forget hugging him. The worst part is, you weren’t surprised. In your head, you just scoffed at his overwhelming need for you to be his. You rose out of your seat, knowing he was going to say it was time to go home, so you could be alone for the massive blowout fight that you both knew was about to happen. It happened every time, no matter how stupid it was to be fighting about.

You both said your goodbyes and left the establishment, neither of you speaking directly to one another. The same happened the whole ride home. It was after you closed the door behind you when you got home that you finally looked at him in his eyes, both your and his anger changing the climate of the room instantly.

“Tell me right now that you don’t actually think I would have done anything with Andre.”

“Well, I can’t be sure, what with your history with guys.”

That was what set you off. Before Tom and you were dating, you had been friends for about 2 years. It was not your best years at all. You were trying to get over your last breakup, so you just slept around all the time. Every night was another guy and you kicked all of them to the curb in the morning. You weren’t proud of this time in your life at all, you hated that you were like that, but every time, every fucking time, you and Tom got in a fight about him being jealous, he would always bring it up.

“Are you so fucking insecure, that you feel the need to get so mad every time I talk to another human being of the opposite gender? You do realize how fucking insane that is, right? And yeah, I was at a point in my life where I thought that sleeping around was the answer. But that was 3 goddamn years ago! I’m obviously not the same person, so why do you have this reflex to immediately think that I’m just gonna start fucking around again? Why?”

You stood there, breathing heavily, waiting for him to start screaming like he does every time. But he doesn’t. He just slowly walked towards you until he was an inch from your face and let out a cold chuckle.

“Because whores never change.” He spat, venom dripping from every syllable.

You didn’t even blink before saying, voice even, eyes dry, “Get the fuck out of my apartment and don’t you ever come back.”

And he did.

Present Day

“She said no, dickwad.”

You slowly turned around on the barstool you were sitting on. There he was. He was the exact same, maybe his bear got longer? He didn’t look at you, he was too busy glaring at .. uh, what was his name, Chris? Chris soon recognized that he was probably going to get the fuck beat out of him if he continued to pursue you, so he got up and left without a word. It was then that Tom looked at you, and it was then that the same anger you had had 2 months ago all came rushing back because this was exactly why you broke up.

So instead of anything civil, a greeting, even, you just turned back to the bar, and downed the rest of your drink, stood up, and stormed right past him, brushing his shoulder with your own on the way to the dance floor.

You found someone to dance with, some random guy who probably thought you were into him, but you were really only doing it to piss off Tom. You could feel his eyes on you more than you could feel the stranger's hands on your hips as you swayed them to the music. You danced for a couple more minutes before you felt another pair of hands replace the stranger’s. You smiled to yourself at the familiarity of his hands on your waist. You closed your eyes and reveled in the feeling, knowing it would most likely be the last time you felt it.

After a while, you knew it had to stop, as all good things do. What you were doing was wrong, and you knew that, even in your drunken state. You slowed down your dancing and walked out of Tom’s welcoming grip and right out of the door. You stumbled into the cold night air, the buckling of your knees a reminder of the number of drinks you’ve had. You fumbled for your phone to call an Uber before your phone was taken from your hands. You didn’t argue, and you let Tom lead you to his car because no matter how much you fought, you still trusted him entirely.

The drive to your apartment was silent. You had half fallen asleep when the car stopped, but you pushed that tiredness down and made it to your door. Tom guided you in and sat you down on the couch, taking a seat next to you.

“Why are you here, Tom?” The question had many layered under it, ‘why were you at the bar’, ‘why did you dance with me’, ‘why did you drive me home’, and, most importantly, ‘why do you care’. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees and head in his hands.

“I … I don’t know. I couldn’t tell you. I couldn’t tell you why I haven’t been able to sleep lately. I couldn’t tell you why I’ve been feeling this weight on my shoulders, that became unbearably heavy when I saw you talking to that guy tonight. I couldn’t tell you why I feel a pang in my chest every time someone mentions you or says your name. I couldn’t tell you why I’ve missed you so much that it physically hurts me. But most of all, I couldn’t fucking tell you why all of that stopped when we were dancing tonight.”

“I can.” He looked up at me with the most desperate look in his stormy blue-grey eyes. “You love me.” You finished with a shrug and a sad smile. He opened his mouth to speak, but you held your hand up and he closed it. “But it’s the wrong kind of love. You have this compulsive need to keep me to yourself and, subconsciously, I think I love to argue. So I love to talk to other guys, push your buttons, and just piss you off in general because it’s fun for me. Which is an awful thing to say but it’s the truth. And you, you blow every argument I begin completely out of the water. We’re just not right for each other. We’re not fire and ice, we’re fire and fucking fire.”

He nodded, taking in your words, processing the information. “I just don’t wanna have to live without you in my life.” You nodded and shrugged.

“You won’t have to. We just need … time. To get over each other, maybe even see other people. And as fucking horrific as this sounds, we’re better as friends.” The last time you both were here together, you thought you would just never speak to him again. This time, you had a new perspective. You loved him, with every bone in your body, but there was no way your relationship would ever be healthy in any way. You were too toxic for each other.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by Tom’s big arms wrapping around you. You immediately hugged him back and smiled into his shoulder. After a few minutes of just sitting in each other’s arms, he pulled away, smiled at you, and walked out of your apartment.

It was then that you knew you would be fine. In a couple months, maybe a year, time, you would only harbor positive feelings for each other. You could both move on with your lives and look back on the fond memories you have shared, only to be happy that it happened, not sad that it ended.

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