#'I don't know how to do this so I ignored all help and flailed wildly and then made it someone else's problem' is a... less valid take

[princessclefairyberry]

More modding shenanigans vagueblogging

LITERALLY just saw a comment on a mod like, "Hey! Love this mod, but it's confusing that using this mod together with [totally unrelated current popular mod] and [literal predecessor of current popular mod, which hasn't been updated in three years and was supposed to be replaced by current popular mod] at the same time makes this one weird thing happen. It's really a problem :/ Loving the mod though!!"

[itsnesss]

𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 | se-mi (player 380) × fem!reader

summary | you are saved by player 380 during the 'red light, green light' game. they form an alliance to survive

warnings | intense fear and suspense, gunshots and loud noises, psychological tension and distrust, temporary alliance for survival

word count | 1.6 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me thanks ᡣ𐭩

The air is heavy, thick like a storm about to burst. You don't remember how you got here. You only know that the white walls and oppressive silence leave no room for thoughts. You’re surrounded by strangers, all wearing the same expression: fear and desperation. Your legs tremble as you try to convince yourself that this is all a dream. A bad dream you’ll wake from.

The mechanical voice announces the beginning of the first game. You line up with the others, your heart pounding wildly. A massive figure, a doll with braids, watches you from the other end of the field. The contrast between her childish voice and the threat she represents turns your stomach.

“Red light, green light.”

The phrase sounds innocent, but the first burst of gunfire shatters any illusion. You watch people fall like ragdolls. The ground turns red, and the air fills with muffled screams. You want to run, scream, but your legs won’t respond.

You don’t dare move. Not yet.

When the doll turns her head, you feel cold sweat trickle down your neck. You force yourself to take one step, then another. Every time the doll sings, the world seems to freeze. You barely breathe. The fear is a knot in your throat that threatens to choke you.

Around you, people move with the same caution. Some stagger, others barely hide their panic. Every gunshot makes you jump.

You take another step. Just one more, you tell yourself. But then it happens.

Someone behind you trips. You don’t know who, or what made them fall, but the impact is enough to push you forward. Your arms flail in the air as you lose your balance. You see the ground coming, and think: *This is the end.*

Before you can hit the ground, a hand grabs you firmly.

A girl. Her face is serious, her eyes dark and focused. She doesn’t say anything, just stabilizes you with a swift motion, making sure you don’t fall.

The doll’s song ends just as you manage to stand still. Your breath is chaotic, but she doesn’t release your arm.

“Stay still,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

The silence is absolute as the doll turns its head. You feel like your heart will explode. When she finally starts singing again, the girl lets go of your arm and takes a step forward.

“Come,” she says, without looking at you.

You hesitate for a moment, but her words carry a weight you can’t ignore. You follow her.

She moves with calculated, precise movements. She seems to know exactly how to move, how to stay in control. You, on the other hand, stagger with every step, and fear threatens to paralyze you.

“Don’t fall behind,” she says, her tone brooking no argument.

You nod, though you’re not sure if she can see you. You try to imitate her rhythm, keep her pace. But it’s difficult. The doll’s song, the gunshots, the screams… everything mixes into a deafening noise that fills your head.

You take another step. Another. The end of the field seems as far away as the horizon.

You stop when she does, and every time the doll sings, you try not to breathe. You know that any movement, no matter how small, could be your last.

The girl keeps moving, and you follow her as if your life depends on it. Because, in reality, it does.

Then, the finish line appears on the horizon. It’s so close, yet so far.

“Run when I do,” she says. Her voice is low, but firm.

“What?” you murmur, dazed.

“Just do it.”

The song starts again, and you freeze. The seconds feel like hours. Every fiber of your being is tense, waiting for the moment when she moves.

When she does, you run after her.

Your legs burn, your heart races uncontrollably, but you don’t stop. Every step is a fight against time.

“Let’s go!” she shouts, glancing back to make sure you’re following.

The line is just a few meters away, but the song ends before you can reach it. You both freeze in place.

Silence returns, broken only by the gunshots behind you. You don’t dare look. You can’t.

When the song starts again, she grabs your hand.

“Run,” she says.

And you do. Together, you cross the line just as the song ends for the last time.

You collapse onto the ground, unable to hold yourself up. Your chest rises and falls as you try to catch your breath. Around you, the screams and gunshots continue, but you can’t process them.

She kneels beside you, still holding your hand. Her breath is heavy, but her face remains as serious as ever.

“Thank you…” you whisper, your voice breaking.

She looks at you for a moment, then nods.

“Don’t fall behind again,” she says. Her tone isn’t kind, but it’s not cold either.

You try to smile, though your lips tremble.

“I’ll try.”

She doesn’t respond but doesn’t let go of your hand.

The world around you starts to calm, but you can’t shake the chaos inside. Player 380 stands next to you, staring at you with an unreadable expression. Finally, she turns, as if nothing happened.

“Wait,” you manage to say, shakily getting up.

She doesn’t stop.

“Hey!” you insist, taking a few quick steps toward her. You catch up to her before she can merge with the group that’s now gathering at the end of the field.

Player 380 turns, her dark eyes watching you with a mix of irritation and exhaustion.

“What?”

Her tone is cold, but you’re not intimidated. Not after what just happened.

“Thank you for saving me. You didn’t have to, but you did.”

“I did it because I didn’t want you to get me killed with your clumsy moves,” she replies, shrugging.

You know she’s not entirely serious. You see something in her eyes, something she’s reluctant to admit. You don’t want to let the moment slip away.

“Still, you helped me. Don’t forget, I owe you one.”

Se-mi looks at you in silence for a few seconds that feel eternal. Finally, she lets out a sigh and shakes her head.

“Do what you want, but don’t follow me.”

“Why not? If we work together, we have a better chance of surviving.”

“Work together?” she repeats, as if the idea seems strange to her. She looks toward the group, then toward the doll, which stands still in the distance. Finally, her attention returns to you. There’s a pause, as if she’s considering your words.

“This isn’t a team game,” she finally says.

“But it could be if you and I make one,” you reply quickly, holding on to the small opening you sense in her attitude.

Se-mi frowns, clearly uncomfortable. But she doesn’t pull away.

“Listen, I don’t trust anyone here,” she says.

“Neither do I,” you admit. “But I’m not going to survive alone. And neither are you.”

She lets out another sigh, this time longer, as if giving in to the idea.

“Alright. An alliance. But only for convenience.”

“Only for convenience,” you repeat, though deep down, you feel a small spark of relief.

“And one more thing,” Se-mi adds, pointing a finger at you. “If you start acting like a burden, I’ll leave you behind.”

You nod, understanding that this is her way of protecting herself.

“Okay.”

“What’s your name?” she asks finally, though the question seems to cost her.

You hesitate for a moment before saying it. She nods, but doesn’t offer hers.

“Stay close,” she murmurs.

For the first time since you entered this hellish place, you feel like you have a small chance of getting out alive. In a place where trust can cost you your life, you decide that risking it with her will be your best bet.

For now.

[milkytheholy1]

Everything Ends: Part 12

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The final Battle 

"C'mon, the keys over here!" Casey yelled out, voice slightly muffled by his mask. You skidded around a pile of debris, sometimes you wished you trained more like April in times like these. Speaking of which, the teen beside you huffed out a breath of air, her mind going a mile a minute. April's eyes scanned over the land before them, looking for any enemies that may pop up over the horizon. 

Splinter stood in front of you all, ever the responsible adult, he vowed he would not be losing any more of his children today. You were on a construction site, you think? It was hard to tell when the whole city was near enough in ruin, jeez, the Kraang hadn't even been here for that long and the place already looked like a dump. 

Casey pointed a finger towards a pile in the distance, "There's the key! Let's go!" he cheered, sounding a lot more hopeful than he did earlier. The boy ran straight forward, ignoring his sense of survival as he made a mad dash towards the thing that would end it all. Unfortunately for him, something had beaten him to it. 

Casey was sent flying back towards you, Splinter narrowly avoided the oncoming body strewn his way. Your eyes widened as you took in the creature, it clearly wasn't human or even a Yoki for that matter. Its eyes were a glaring red, its teeth sharp and covered in saliva. It made a beeline for the key, you turned to look at April, she had a stoic expression on her face, "Like Casey said, let's go!" she then charged forward, a scream blaring from her lips. 

While your small fight raged on, you couldn't help but wonder what the boys were facing on the ship, there was no doubt it was worse than this. But you couldn't think about it for long as more and more creatures began piling up. With Casey now back in the fight you had somewhat more of a chance than before, "Dude, you've fought these things before, right? How do we stop them?" you yelled out over the sounds of violence. 

Casey was sent back a few paces but landed on his feet, pulling out his souped-up hockey stick, he began decapitating the creatures that were within reach. He was panting behind his mask, taking a moment to breathe and answer you, "That's the thing, I don't know. These things were always a pain in the future." 

"Stabbing seems to work!" April beamed, using some broken piping to embrace one of the creature's hearts. Splinter was stood on top of the partially built structure, swinging from beam to beam via his tail as he avoided multiple punches. He easily kicked the beast to the ground, watching as its arms flailed wildly, "We must stay strong and keep fighting, my boys are counting on us." 

You all nodded your heads, getting back into the swing of things; no matter how much your body ached. A lightning bolt shot from the sky, you only just avoided it but the electricity in the air remained, you could feel the hair on your arms stand to attention.

"So not only do we have to deal with crazy aliens but also extreme weather, nice." you moaned bitterly, racing away from one of the creatures as it leapt at your feet. You ran towards the structure similar to Splinters but larger in height. Dodging the monster's swings as you confused it by running between each beam.

The poor thing was so directionless it stood with its head spinning for more than a minute, though this was the perfect time for you to attack. Swinging a small beam in your hands, the ends of which were jagged and sharp, you sliced through the creature's head. Green blood and purple guts spluttered out of the seams, coating your hands in the alien substance.

"Ugh, grossss." you whined, dropping the metal to the ground. A loud cackling sound brought you back to reality, dragging you away from the rotting body in front of you. You soon joined the others, following their gaze to reveal the Sister Kraang perched where Splinter once stood.

"What a surprise to find you pathetic creatures here of all places." she mused, a snarl leaving her lips. April gave the alien a look up and down, smirking to herself with her hand braced against her hip, "I see you got yourself an upgrade."

The Kraang growled, placing a robotic hand over her missing eye before it formed a fist by her side, "You will pay dearly for what you have done to me!" she screamed, parts of her armour lifting up to reveal a multitude of weapons. Splinter rolled his eyes, his face clearly unamused, "The psycho routine is getting a little thin, where's the character development?"

The Sister Kraang sneered, her eyes full of hatred as she fired the weapons without hesitation. You evaded them as best as you could, but the ground beneath your feet shook with each blow, making you unsteady. Splinter charged against her once the smoke had cleared, he flew kicks and punches towards her, easily dodging her own swings of retaliation.

Yet it wouldn't take long for her to whack him against the beams of the work-in-progress construction job that had been plaguing the city after the defeat of the Shredder. Splinter struggled to stand, holding a hand to his chest as he quite literally had the wind knocked out of him.

"Leo's counting on us to get that key," Casey huffed, his gaze fixed on the artefact that sat snuggly behind the Kraang's form. April huffed, rubbing her chin in thought, eyes far off in the distance, she then clicked her fingers "I think I have an idea, cover me!"

You and Casey stood in a defensive stance, future boy cast a glance at you and offered you a weapon of your own. You had no clue where he even pulled it from, perhaps a secret future pocket that was bigger on the inside. You held it in your hands, it wasn't much, just a small stick with a blade attached to the end; it was awfully light. Casey smirked at you and pressed a button on the bottom of the hilt, watching you with excited eyes as the entire weapon grew in size.

It looked a lot like one of Donnie's bo-staffs, except this version was sharp and sleek. It clearly went through years of refined touches and tests to get it this perfect, future Donnie must have been pleased with his work. You gripped the device a little more tightly now, sharing a confident nod with Casey.

"Fight me you vile Utrom-loving skin sacks!" the Sister Kraang demanded. You frowned at the insult, who is she to call you vile, you happen to know many people who would say otherwise. Roaring a battle cry of your own, you and Casey leapt at the villain with your weapons raised high.

You both put up a good fight, you were surprised you were able to bypass the Kraang's swings for as long as you did. You jabbed the pointed sphere into the Kraang's metallic casings, hoping to pry the gooey insides out into the light. Casey on the other hand held a vengeance in his eyes, this was his chance to fight back and get revenge for everything that had ever happened in his life. 

With huge swings, he sent the Kraang skidding back bit by bit, "This is for my mother," swing, "This is for the fallen souls," whack, "This is for my master," hit, "THIS IS FOR THE FUTURE!" With one final swing, Casey sent the Kraang towards the ground with a gruff groan. By this point, Casey was panting, his shoulders huffing up and down in rapid succession.

You carefully placed a hand on his arm, unsure how he'd react, but the most he did was jump; you suppose he was too lost in his own world.

"You feel better for that?" you asked him with a warm smile, he turned to you with a grin of his own, tears budding in his eyes, "Yeah...Yeah, I do."

"How touching, but your fears will be the end of you!" The Sister Kraang hollered, standing to her full height and sweeping the ground from under you. She grabbed you both in her hands while you mindlessly scaled the air, dragging you closer to her face, so close you could smell her wretched breath.

"It's so very amusing that you, you of all things came back to stop us. I was expecting someone bigger, stronger even." she sent a shiver down Casey's spine. Her gaze then turned to you, "And you, you have been nothing but a pain in my side since I got to this planet. You and your little group. But once I rip your insides out, I'll go for your friends down there, then I'll kill those turtles you admire so much. Perhaps I'll make the blue one watch as I shred you to pieces."

You tried to wriggle out of her grasp, anger fueling you as you struggled. The Sister Kraang only laughed, whipping her robotic head back almost human-like.

"Let them go, Kraang." Splinter's voice called out, he looked a little weakened, that one swing must have taken more out of him than you thought. The Kraang beamed, her smile meeting her eyes, "As you wish," she mused, she launched herself into the air, and with a wicked gleam, she dropped you and Casey.

"NOO!" Splinter screamed, jumping from beam to beam to catch you in time. He managed to swipe you, but Casey hit the ground quicker than Splinter would have liked. Dust surrounded the poor boy, but once it settled a blue orb shone around him. As Splinter approached, with you out cold in his arms, he could hear rather than see Casey coughing. The boy rolled onto his back with his eyes closed, a gruff "I'm okay," rasping out of his lips.

Splinter let out a sigh of relief, carefully placing you beside him, "Protect them, Casey." he whispered. He then left the duo, walking calmly up to the Kraang, rolling the robes of his sleeves up and tightening the small ponytail on his head. The Kraang tilted her head to the side out of curiosity, it was rather amusing to her to see such a small creature hold itself so highly.

But Splinter was someone who you shouldn't underestimate too easily. His form began to flicker, and before the Kraang knew it, he was by her side in less than a second. Splinter delivered a series of fast-paced kicks and jabs to her build. Her body dipping and diving in different directions as he continued his efforts. The Sister Kraang was growing irritated, unable to land a single hit on him due to his quick movements.

But that came to an end when she pounded the ground beneath her, the force sending Splinter back, but not out for the count. He skidded to a halt, flicking one of his ears before rushing back to the fight. This time though, the third sister kept up with him, delving into some of her own moves against his withering, old form.

"You cannot stop what is destined to happen, old man."

"I may not be able to stop you, but my sons will." he spat out some blood after the Kraang supplied a swift jab to his jaw. The Kraang simply shook her head, "They won't even live to see us rule their world, much like how you won't live long enough to see them fail." the Kraang then rapidly produced punch after punch against Splinter's chest, watching with a smirk as his body hovered in the air as her punches kept going.

With one final blow, Splinter's bruised and battered body was hurled across the construction sight and slammed into one of the small in-progress buildings. The clash was so powerful he not only dented the surface where he made an impact, but the poorly constructed skeleton of a building began to shake. Piece by piece the building came down on top of him, bits of metal beams and concrete slabs covered his body and soon hid him from view.

Casey watched on with wide eyes, a hand stretching out in the same direction, "SPLINTER!" he cried. You were still next to him, your breathing steady and unaware what was happening, but your mind was racing, he could see the way your eyes were darting around under your eyelids.

Casey looked back over to the pile of debris, just waiting, praying Splinter would crawl out any second now. He'd make a silly little joke about his bad back and all would be fine. But that didn't happen, Casey couldn't see him at all, couldn't hear him.

"Aprilllll O'Neillllllll!" came a bellowing voice, followed by a loud sound of machinery. A huge wrecking ball crushed into the Sister Kraang's robotical side sending her along with the wrecking ball into a partially built building. However, she still got up. Slowly but surely, the beast wobbled on two legs, glaring at you all, "You'll pay for that." she seethed.

"I don't think so," April hummed, aiming another swing with the wrecking ball, this time hitting the structure. The small building began to shake and shudder, quickly coming apart and collapsing on top of the Kraang. The third sister bellowed out screams of help and the odd "No!" but her voice was quickly muted.

Casey watched from the sidelines with you still out in his arms, a tear trickled down his cheeks, "Payback." he spat out. Future Boy looked back down into his arms, watching you with worried eyes. He began shaking you, but you were in your own world.

The view would have been so pretty on the rooftop if it weren't for the harrowing screams that echoed through the streets or the giant space orb intent on demolishing anything it saw. You were looking out over the horizon, wondering if this was the life you were meant to live, perhaps the future was always meant to be destroyed and the city left in ruin.

A presence joined your side, Leo of all turtles. He remained silent, joining in your private viewing of the world falling apart. The quiet remained for a few more minutes, until his deep sigh broke the air, "Stay safe out there." he whispered. You then felt a tingling sensation from the tips of your fingers to the deep groves of the palm of your hand.

Looking down, you caught Leo's hand intermingling with your own. You smiled at the imagery.

"You too, leader in blue." you mused, but your tone was polite and full of love. He finally turned to look at you, he was radiant; but when wasn't he? His free hand travelled up the depths of your face, rubbing his thumb against the plushness of your cheek, "I love you." he hummed. You cherished moments like these, they didn't happen very often, only in moments of uncertainty. 

 The last time you remember having such a conversation was moments before the final battle against Shred-head and the dark armour. You nuzzled into his open palm, pressing a brief kiss against his scarred skin, "I love you more." He smiled at that, quickly leaning in to press chaste kisses against your cheeks, he leaves to join his brothers and carry out the daunting mission ahead of them. 

"(Y/N)! (Y/N), c'mon not you too!" Casey's voice rang out in your head, squinting your eyes your mind seemed to snap and suddenly you were pulled away from your tranquil thoughts and thrust into the real world.

You awoke to Casey shaking you violently in his arms, hands braced tightly against your shoulders. You batted his hands away once you regained enough consciousness, "Ok, ok, I get it." you mumbled, rubbing your head. April had finally managed to depart the wrecking-ball machine, who knew it would have so many seatbelts and safety precautions? 

"(Y/N)! Are you okay, are you hurt? Where are you hurt? Should I call Donnie? I trained as a lifeguard for six months, but I don't know if I can fix alien punches." she rambled, eyes scrambling over every inch of your form. You shut her up with a hug, grabbing on tightly to her jacket, "I'm okay," you whispered repeatedly.

"Um, guys?" Casey's wavering voice broke you apart, his head was downcast and his eyes were wet with tears. You and April gave him a questioning stare before April looked around noticing a member of your team was missing, "Where's Splinter?" Casey flinched at the question.

"Casey, where's Master Splinter?" you asked again, but from the guilt-ridden face and uncomfortable silence, you could grasp where this was going. Seemingly so could April with the small gasp released from her lips. Casey pointed over to the pile of rubble on the far side of the construction site, you all rushed over to it in an instant.

April fell to her knees, tears flowing freely from her eyes. You tried digging through the dirt, clawing at the rocks with your nails, but it was too damn heavy. Nothing would move. Casey stood behind you both, though he had not known this Splinter or any for that matter, he felt the loss and pain you were both experiencing.

Minutes passed until you tried to do anything again, offering a hand to April, you looked at her with grief in your eyes. Like an unspoken bond, she nodded her head and you both turned to the pile of dirt and concrete, bowing as a sign of respect. Once you stood to your full height, you tried to speak "W-we need to f-finish the plan." your voice cracking as you spoke.

April shook her head in agreement, "The boys are counting on us, the whole world is counting on us."

"No pressure then," you tried to smile, but it hurt too much right now. Casey looked between the two of you, unsure if he wanted to leave you alone, "We'll be fine, Jones. Go get that key." April hummed. Casey was reluctant but left anyway, he had his own mission to complete.

You turned back to the grave behind you, the only thought you could muster rattled around inside your head: What will the guys think?

[honey-sweet-hiraeth]

Turmoil Pt.3 (Wanda Maximoff x reader)

Months had passed in the compound and you were doing surprisingly well. You'd started therapy, only to find out that your own trauma and emotions were actually pretty manageable. It was always feeling everyone else's and not knowing how you truly felt that was overwhelming you and making it harder to ignore your intrusive thoughts.

After finding out the real cause of your problems you began training yourself to tune out others emotions, so you only had to feel them if you wanted to. You also taught yourself how to recognize the difference when you felt multiple people's emotions at once. Like how Tony's frustration felt much different than Steve's. Or Natasha's anxiety was softer than most the other's, even when it was resulting in a full blown panic attack.

It was as if you could now detect the personal energy that was attached to each emotion anyone felt.

And it made life easier.

Obviously you still struggled with your own emotions, but they were yours and that made all the difference in how you handled them. You felt like you could finally acknowledge them, knowing they weren't somebody else's confused for your own. It helped you feel more comfortable expressing yourself.

Especially now, as anger coursed through your veins.

You glared icily at Wanda as she stared back at you with wide confused eyes. You had just gotten back from a mission, where Wanda had thrown herself into a group of HYDRA agents in an attempt to distract them from you as you were busy retrieving the data you needed.

It was reckless, and she'd gotten hurt. There were hundreds of better ways to handle the situation, ways that didn't result in Wanda getting the absolute shit beaten out of her.

Now that the initial panic had worn off and Wanda was okay and sitting at the counter in front of you, only a few bruises, some stitches and a split cheekbone as evidence of her impulsivity. You were pissed.

In fact you'd not said a word to her since you had gotten back to the Compound.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong or just keep glaring at me and being passive aggressive?" Wanda asked softly, her tone was timid with some barely noticeable undertones of annoyance.

"You're an idiot" You deadpanned "An incredibly recklessly impulsive idiot"

"Excuse me?" Wanda's brow furrowed as she studied you, eyes wide at your harsh tone. You never spoke to anyone at the compound like that, especially not Wanda. The only time anyone had heard you sound half as angry and cold was when you'd broken down and yelled at Steve- but even then you were more confused and sad than angry.

"What the fuck were you even thinking?" You're words came out white-hot as your voice raised slightly, making Wanda flinch as you flailed your arms almost wildly. "You can't just jump into groups of enemies like it's some sort of mosh pit!"

"Y/n, I-" Wanda looked confused and almost hurt at your outburst. "They were headed straight for you, I wasn't thinking- I was just trying to-"

"I don't care what you were trying to do!" Your voice raised further, remembering the pure fear you felt when you saw her body disappear in the crowd of agents after she went down. "You're lucky none of them had guns- you could have gotten killed!"

"But I didn't!" Wanda defended herself, her accent getting thicker as she almost cowered away from you.

"Thank god you didn't!" Your tone took on a sharper bite as you snapped at the trembling Sokovian, "You just got beat up and knocked unconscious instead.- How could you be so- so fucking dumb?"

Wanda looked like she was at a loss for words. She could understand why you were upset. She knew it was only because you cared. She just didn't understand why you were being so mean about it.

"I-" Wanda sounded defeated "I'm sorry for trying to protect you"

You let out a humorless laugh as you looked at her in disbelief.

"Yeah well- I don't need your protection I need you to stick to your job" You snipped offhandedly "and do what you're actually good at"

A heavy silence filled the room, leaving you to your thoughts until you heard Wanda sniff

When you looked up to meet her teary eyes, you knew you'd fucked up.

"Wand-" You were cut off when Wanda dropped her hands to the counter, palms down and stood abruptly.

The hurt look in her eyes made your chest physically ache, you didn't need to use your powers to know what she was feeling.

Wanda took a shaky breath as her tears fell down her cheeks, before she quickly turned and rushed out of the room without another word.

"Fuck!" You closed your eyes and slid to the kitchen floor, your back to the counter, letting out a deep sigh.

"I know you only freaked out because you care about her" Natasha's voice echoed through the silence of the empty kitchen as you heard her footsteps approach. "But that was really fucked up"

You glanced up as Nat grabbed a water bottle from the fridge before coming to sit next to you on the floor.

"You think I don't know that?" You sighed dejectedly and rubbed a hand over your eyes. "She was so quick to just throw herself into them"

Nat watched you silently as you shook your head, a fond smile flashing across your face.

"She was so brave.. She didn't even have to think about it.. But they overpowered her so fast." You sighed softly "When- When she dropped out of sight I- Nat I was so scared I forgot how to fucking breathe"

"You guys are both total idiots, aren't you?" Nat chuckled softly, causing you to raise an eyebrow at her in question. "So are you oblivious to the fact that you're in love with each other, or are you just ignoring it?"

"Um- what?" You looked at the redhead with wide eyes. You knew you and Wanda liked each other, it was always just a known fact between you two. You just never acknowledged it, not wanting to ruin anything.

"Oh come on, you can't expect me to believe that whatever's going on between you two isn't something more than just a silly crush situation" Natasha laughed at your shocked expression. "You guys are obviously more than friends. You're freaking out over her getting hurt, she's willing to jump directly into the face of danger to protect you. Plus you should have seen the way she reacted when Carol asked if you were single."

You sat in silence, just processing the information Natasha had just dropped on you.

It was true. You knew it was true. You loved Wanda and you'd probably just fucked it all up.

"Come on y/n" Natasha gave you a sympathetic smile "Go tell her"

"Tell her?" You tilted your head slighty

"That you love her," Nat smirked "It might help to also tell her your sorry"

"Oh" You nodded in a daze and stood up with Natasha

"Good luck" Natasha smiled and walked off into toward the training room again.

After a while you shook yourself from your daze and made your way to Wanda's room. Stopping short outside the door.

You'd never really knocked before, Wanda gave you access to her room so it was never really locked for you. Friday knew to just let you enter whenever. So it wasn't really a surprise when the door opened on its own for you. You just... Didn't know what to do.

You stood motionless in the doorway, an apologetic look already on your face as your eyes brimmed with tears.

Wanda was sitting on her bed in your sweater that you'd left there that morning. She sniffled softly, with her arms wrapped tightly around a pillow.

"H-hey" Your voice was barely a whisper but it was just enough to catch her attention. Your heart fluttered as she gave you a small smile and patted the spot next to her on the bed.

"Hey" she whispered back, her voice raspy and hoarse. Probably from crying.

You gingerly approached her, nerves twisting your insides.

"I'm sorry" you stopped a few steps away

"I know" Wanda nodded and bit her lip watching you with sad eyes

"I just- I-" You searched desperately for the right words "You scared me so bad- I didn't know how to handle it."

"I know" Wanda repeated with a sigh.

"I was so worried I couldn't process it. So I got angry" You explained further as you shuffled awkwardly on your feet. "I was mean and it was uncalled for and I hope you can forgive me- if not I understand but it would really suck cause- cause I love you."

"Y/n you're my best friend. Of course I forgive you" Wanda chuckled softly, amusement crossing her features before going back to being sad "I'm just a little hurt"

"I understand that" You hugged yourself at the pang of guilt that took over your chest. "How can I fix it?"

"I just don't get it" Wanda started and you furrowed your brows in confusion. "We all risk our life being stupid and impulsive all the time. You've been worried before but you've never yelled at anyone for it. Ever. Why was this so different?"

"Because" You shrugged "I love you"

"And you don't love the others?" Wanda raised an eyebrow

"I- well yeah" You started "but you're different"

"How?" Wanda sighed in frustration "How am I different?"

You huffed softly. You obviously weren't getting through to her.

You slowly and hesitantly took the last few steps forward, closing the space between the two of you. You stood in front of her, between her legs that were now dangling over the edge of her bed.

You stared down into her emerald eyes as she looked at you confusedly. You gently cupped her cheeks and ran your thumbs along her cheekbones taking note of the way her breathing hitched and her eyes immediately fell to your lips before gazing around the rest of your face and settling on looking you in the eyes again.

You'd been in this position thousands of times. The both of you staring at each other, breaths away from crossing that unspoken line between you. Neither of you daring to make a move. Scared to break the spell between you or ruin the friendship.

But this time was different. This time you were going to make it clear to Wanda that she was definitely more than just a friend to you.

"You want to know what makes you different?" You asked softly, causing Wanda to bite her lip, nodding ever-so-slightly. "This."

You leaned in slowly, giving Wanda plenty of time to pull away and hesitantly brushing your lips against hers, hearing her take in a sharp breathy gasp at your movements. You stayed there, breathing each other's air for what felt like hours before you finally pressed your lips firmly to hers, reveling in how soft they felt.

Wanda let out a whimper and kissed back almost immediately, fervently motioning her lips on yours. Her hands fell to your hips, gripping them softly as you pulled yourself impossibly closer to her with a content hum of approval.

You pulled away slowly, smiling at the way Wanda lingered in the same spot, her eyes still closed as she bit her lip. Her eyes fluttered open, a dazed look in them as she smiled that brilliant smile of her's.

"Oh" Wanda giggled and you couldn't help but join her.

"Oh" you repeated back teasingly, watching the way her eyes sparkled as she looked up at you.

"I've been waiting for this for so long it's not even funny" Wanda smiled, biting her lip. Which immediately drew your attention to the action.

"Me too" You shifted closer again before pausing briefly. "Never scare me like that again"

You said finally and Wanda rolled her eyes with a soft smile.

"Shut up and kiss me" Wanda tugged you forward, toward herself, making you stumble at the sudden movement.

"Gladly" You giggled and sat on her lap, your legs on either side of hers as you connected your lips in the second many kisses to come.

The end

Tadaaa! I hope y'all liked reading this as much as I enjoyed working on it :P Have a good night/day y'all🧡

[spirit-small]

Ratattorney Size Swap 3: Franziska Edition

Franziska von Karma glared up at Phoenix Wright, tightly gripping her whip. She stomped and whipped on the floor beneath her, which just so happened to be his palm. She doesn’t know how their sizes had been swapped, but she’s going to blame him. That fool. That horrible, foolish, good-for-nothing little fool. As if it wasn’t enough for her to be bested in court by what amounts to vermin, now she is the vermin.

Franziska whips Phoenix, which causes him to flinch, which results in him moving his hand suddenly, which throws Franziska off her balance, which pisses her off, which makes her whip him again, it’s just kind of a cycle here.

Maya can’t bring herself to watch this anymore. It was funny the first few times, but it’s getting old now. She has to separate them. She reaches toward Franziska, putting her hand right in the path of her whip. It hurts, but this is far from the first time she’s been whipped by her. If anything, this is one of the least painful times, since her whip is so much smaller now. 

She braves the wildly flailing whip to scoop Franziska up and carry her across the room.

“Unhand me this instant, Miss Fey! That fool still hasn’t tasted the sting of my whip nearly enough!”

Maya holds Franziska in her palm and gently pats her head to calm her down.

“It’s okay... it’s okay... simmer down... cool your jets... just ignore Nick, be here with me, okay?”

Franziska looks up at Maya and scoffs. She glances over to Phoenix to see him putting generic adhesive bandages over a few particularly hard whip lashes. She’s a little proud of herself for breaking skin even at this size.

"Franziska..."

"Alright, fine. Ignoring the fool," Franziska looks up at Maya. "What is it you want, Miss Fey?"

"Like, real talk honestly? I just think you're really cute like this and wanted to hold you. I'm so used to carrying Nick around, but he's like, a gross old man."

"Hey! I heard that, y'know!" Phoenix yells from across the room.

"It just feels... Different with you. I don't even know how to describe it." They stare at each other for a moment, and Maya puts Franziska down gently on a table. Franziska looks a little disappointed.

"You know, you're actually quite good at that. Your hands are soft and steady, firm yet gentle. Much better than that foolish Phoenix Wright. I suppose it's all that practice."

"Y-you really think so? Nick never compliments the way I hold him!" She says the last part louder to make sure Phoenix can hear it. He does.

"I do. If, by some horrible stroke of misfortune, or divine punishment, or whatever it is that caused this scenario, I happen to be stuck like this for an extended period of time... I suppose I'm happy to be under your supervision. I can't think of a single person more qualified. N-not that I need it, of course, I'm still perfectly capable of taking care of myself! I'm not some useless little bug who needs someone bigger to stand in for me and take credit for my achievements."

"I know you're not, Prosecutie von Karma," Maya places her palm down flat for Franziska to step on. "You're totally independent, I'm only helping you because I want to, right?"

"That's exactly right, Miss Fey," she steps on it and sits down. "I could easily manage to get around on my own! This is simply more convenient for the both of us."

"Mmhmm. Definitely. Smile!" Maya brings Franziska up against her cheek and takes a selfie. She's a little taken off-guard, so while Maya is making a winky-smiley face, Franziska's expression is a lot more shocked and blushy.

"Don't you dare post that. No one can see me in this moment of weakness! I'll be the laughingstock of the prosecutor's office!"

"Come on, there's no way one picture can turn the bad bitch of the prosecutor's office into its laughingstock, right?"

Franziska grumbles. "If Winston Payne laughs at me even once I am coming back here to personally destroy your phone. That is not a threat, it is a promise."

"Fine, fine, I'll just keep it for me. No one else will ever see it. Happy?"

"W-wait, wait, you can send it to me, at least... I... Or you could just delete it, fool!" Franziska turns away and crosses her arms. Maya laughs.

She sits down, placing Franziska in her lap and gently running a finger up and down her back. Franziska would normally complain, but... Maybe it's okay. Just this once.

[emachinescat]

Title: Of Concussions and Incorrigible Cons | Fandom: Psych

Summary: AU of the pilot episode. After being reprimanded by the interim chief, Head Detective Carlton Lassiter bites off more than he can possibly chew after attempting to apologize to a concussed Spencer for the less than gentle arrest at the end of the McCallum case. Spoilers for "Domestic Pilot." Part 1 of my whumpy episodic AU series, "AU that Glitters."

Words: 1,951

TW: None

AO3 Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Episode AU: s01e01: Domestic Pilot, Whump

Year Published: 2017

Full story here or on AO3!

Head Detective Carlton Lassiter stood in front of the interim chief's door, fist poised to knock and foot tapping an anxious rhythm on the floor. Vick had been rather short with him when she'd asked him to come to her office as soon as the paperwork for the McCallum case had been taken care of. It wasn't the "I'm busy, so make it quick" kind of short, either… she was agitated about something.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked.

Her voice rang out from inside, dead serious as could be. Yeah, she was pissed about something.

He entered, and opted for the ignorant approach, which was just as well, because he really had no idea what this was about. After all, he'd already been given a stern-talking to about inter-department romance and Lucinda was in the process of being transferred. A little swell of fury rose at the thought of the man – the so-called "psychic" who had so carelessly ruined one of the only positive things he had going for him.

"Detective Lassiter. Please sit."

He sat stiffly in the proffered chair, refusing to let the cushy trappings lull him into a false sense of security. He maintained eye contact with the chief, letting her know that he was completely comfortable in the situation that he found himself in, and that he had nothing to hide. Never mind the fact that he wasn't all that comfortable with the cloak and dagger business, being left in the dark about why he was here in the first place. "Chief. What can I do for you?"

Vick's eyes may have softened the tiniest bit at his cordial greeting, but she still did not look like a happy camper.

"I'm going to be honest with you, Detective," she said bluntly. "This could have turned out much worse. As it is, I am going to have to give you an informal reprimand and warn you to be very careful in the future."

Lassiter blinked. "Uh, Chief… What…?"

"Detective, you cannot be physically aggressive toward civilians who are in your custody, unless they are resisting arrest or are posing a threat to you or others around you."

Still trying to work through the confusion, Lassiter was both offended and relieved that there had been a mistake like this, that Vick actually thought that he'd attack a non-resisting civilian. Whatever she'd heard, it was all a big mix up. "Chief, let me assure you that I would never—"

"Shawn Spencer. McCallum residence. Yesterday afternoon. Ring any bells?"

Lassiter blanched. "Spencer hardly counts as a civilian. He's a hindrance to real police work, a distraction, and at the time, he was trespassing. I had to take him in." He left the bitter, At least, until he solved my damn case, left unspoken.

"Be that as it may, Detective, your shoving him head-first into the frame of the car was a bit overboard, don't you think?"

Wait, this was what this was about? Seriously?

"He was resisting arrest, Chief. He was… flailing and pretending to have 'visions' and acting like a crazy person!"

A delicate but ferocious eyebrow lifted. "Not when you shoved him into the car. And may I remind you, he did solve the case?"

"Did he tell you this? That little…"

"Detective!" the chief cut him off before he could say anything to get himself into any more trouble, which, although he didn't appreciate at the time, he was begrudgingly thankful for after the fact. "Mr. Spencer didn't tell me anything. I was there, remember? I saw the whole thing… whatever it was."

Oh. Right. Damn that Spencer for getting into his head like this!

"He's fine, Chief," Lassiter responded, much more calmly this time. "Don't let him take advantage of you. This country is crawling with people faking injuries just to get a few thousand dollars from a lawsuit."

"I told you, Mr. Spencer said nothing to me. His father, on the other hand, called me this morning in a rage. Thankfully, I was able to calm him down and help him to see reason, but it wasn't easy."

"So he went and told his daddy that he got a boo-boo at the crime scene?" Lassiter couldn't keep the disgusted contempt out of his voice this time. "I thought they hated each other, anyway?"

"They have a… complicated relationship, and it really isn't our place to bring that under speculation. However…" She sighed. "It is my job to make sure that my officers are not allowing their emotions or anger, no matter how warranted said anger might be, to get the better of them. Especially after what Henry told me this morning. Apparently, Mr. Guster had to take Shawn to the emergency room last night after his headache peaked and he lost consciousness briefly. Mr. Spencer is being treated for a concussion, Detective, and that is why we're having this talk."

"Oh." Lassiter wasn't sure what to say beyond that, but he slapped away the little niggle of guilt that tried to burrow into him at the news. He hadn't meant to hurt Spencer, certainly not that badly. The man was being difficult, had lost Lassiter his girlfriend, his respect… had mocked him by acting like an idiot and still managing to solve the case first…

"Shawn himself is not going to press charges or file a report, though I was obligated to contact him about the matter. He said – and these are his words – that 'Mr. Grumpy Detective-Face is emotionally stunted and is just trying to express how much he likes me in the only way he knows how.'" Vick looked marginally amused as she read Spencer's response off the sheet in front of her. A muscle in Lassiter's neck twitched. "Now, those exact words could be because of the concussion…"

Lassiter fought the urge to roll his eyes. "They're not, Chief. Trust me."

Now appearing to be fighting a smile, the chief said, "Consider this your unofficial reprimand and warning to control your irritation when you are faced with a particularly difficult witness… or consultant. Because once he is feeling better, I do believe the department will be calling on Mr. Spencer again."

This time, Lassiter couldn't stop the eye roll. Or the groan. Vick smiled. "You're dismissed, Detective."

"Yes, ma—uh, I mean, Chief."

***

Shawn was woken when the doorbell rang, the sound slicing through his aching head like a butter knife through steak... or however that saying went. Without bothering to get up from where he was sprawled on the couch, he called out, "It's open."

Damn, concussions sucked. It was bad enough that Gus had practically dragged him to the hospital after he'd had some sort of dizzy spell last night, but then he'd called his dad to boot? Was this now Gus with his mom for additional parental torture? Not that he would mind seeing his mom… but he was so over worried hovering. Gus played the part of a worried mother exceptionally well, and Shawn couldn't handle two of them… Which was made irrelevant when the door opened to reveal not his mother, but…

"Detective Lassiter?"

Lassiter stepped into Shawn's apartment, keen blue eyes taking the coffee table littered with empty pudding cups, icepacks, water bottles, and prescription bottles. "You just leave your front door unlocked for anyone to come waltzing in? You're just begging to be robbed." Upon taking another look around at the untidy living space, his lip curled and he added, "Or maybe not."

Shawn struggled to sit up past the monkey playing cymbals in his head. "Your contempt for my apartment aside, what are you doing here?"

The detective hesitated. "I was just in the neighborhood and I…" Shawn watched knowingly as the detective's gaze shifted to the rather impressive bruise on his head.

"You wanted to check on me? Oh, Detective, you shouldn't have!"

"I didn't," growled Lassiter. He paused. "This was a mistake. I'll just—"

"Wait!" Shawn shifted, patting the sofa seat beside him. "Come in. Sit down. Rest your rumpus. Put your feet up. Slow your roll. Chillax your—"

With an irritated grunt, the detective passed the threshold and sat in the chair farthest away from Shawn. "Look. I didn't exactly… yesterday, when I…"

"I know, I know. You were just expressing your love for me in the only way you know how, like that little boy in school who pulls the little girl's pigtails because he thinks she's cute."

"Absolutely not."

"Okay, you got me—" Shawn winced as a particularly painful wave shot through his poor, abused noggin. "I was that kid in school. Her name was Melinda, and she had the cutest, bounciest set of—"

"Dear Lord, please stop talking."

"I was going to say pigtails, dude. Mind. Gutter. Get it out."

"This is a monumental waste of my time," the detective spat, standing up so abruptly it almost gave Shawn vertigo… Or wait, he might have already had vertigo, wasn't that a concussion symptom ? And what was vertigo, anyway? Besides an Alfred Hitchcock flick?

Past the pounding in his skull, Shawn heard footsteps stomping away, toward the door. Despite the telltale ringing in his ears, Shawn scrabbled to his feet, ignoring the dark spots dancing wildly in front of his eyes. His pulse hammered, his breath felt short and stunted, and the dizziness spiked. He knew what was going to happen seconds before it did. He was unconscious before he hit the floor.

***

When the world swam back into focus, Shawn was surprised to find that he was back on the couch, not in a heap on the floor. He noticed blearily that his hands tingled like he'd been sitting on them for a couple of weeks, and his ears were still ringing like a high school band had paraded between them and accidentally left the triangle player behind. With a groan against the horrible pounding that had overtaken his skull – the procession of drummers must've gotten left behind, too – he rolled over to see Head Detective Carlton Lassiter kneeling next to the couch.

"You passed out," the detective stated helpfully.

"I did not," Shawn argued, mostly out of obligatory need to irritate whoever was in his general vicinity. "I fell asleep, suddenly and quickly, in a very manly and not wimpy way."

"Sure you did. Just be glad I got to you before you hit the ground. You would have a matching bruise on the other side of your head."

Shawn feigned shock. "So you dashed to my side, caught me before I hit the ground, gently placed me on the sofa, and lingered over my prone body until you knew I wasn't on death's door? Detective, I'm touched."

Lassiter half-sneered, half-smirked. "You were only out for a handful of seconds. I was hoping you'd stay out of it long enough for me to escape, but of course you had to ruin that plan, too."

Shawn winced, only partly out of pain. "Look, man, I'm sorry about your girlfriend. I just—"

The detective stood hastily, popping up from the ground like a Jack-in-the-Box with a strong Irish hairline and lots of pent-up aggression. "We don't talk about that. Ever."

Shawn lifted both hands up in mock surrender. Lassiter's face softened, just the tiniest, miniscule bit. "You're okay, though? Do I need to call your father or someone—?"

"No! I would rather you leave me here to die."

Lassiter shrugged. "Works for me." He strode for the door.

Shawn hesitated, licked his lips, and then offered, "Detective? Thanks."

"Just take it easy," the detective advised.

It was as close to an apology as Shawn was going to get, and, though Shawn might not have shown it through his next words, he did in fact appreciate it.

"Lassie," Shawn said, testing out the new nickname he'd been considering since he'd met the detective. He watched with glee as the man bristled in agitation.

"What?" the detective ground out through gritted teeth.

"I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship."

The head detective had fled the apartment and slammed the door before Shawn could blink. Shawn settled back into the couch cushions and tried to will his head to stop raging against him. Or at least a plain but not drop-dead-ugly working tolerance, he amended in his head, before he drifted off to sleep.

[thestarsaroundyourscars]

Please do prompt 64! Love that one!

64. “You’re cute, I’ll give you that. But not cute enough to get away with that!”

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"Damn it." Eddie cursed, running a hand down his face. "Why is this so hard?" 

Richie snorted, "That's what she said." He snickered without looking up from his homework.

Eddie threw an eraser at him. Then he glanced down at his notebook and let out a frustrated groan. "I don't know why I don't get it." 

They were both sitting on Eddie's bed, working on their physics homework. Well, Richie was working, Eddie was struggling to get past the first problem. 

Richie gently patted his knee. "It's alright Eds. This stuff can be complicated." 

"Not for you. You get it!" Eddie said, gesturing wildly at Richie's mostly finished worksheet. "And you don't even pay attention in class." 

Richie gasped dramatically. "Lies and slander!”

"Shut up." Eddie said with an amused smile. "Rich, I saw you sleep through the entire class last time."

"Only because I was tired after fucking your mom all night, Eds." 

Eddie rolled his eyes, balling up a piece of paper and throwing it at his friend’s face.

“Hey!” Richie complained, pausing to readjust his glasses. “You know, maybe if you didn’t spend the entire class watching me, then you’d actually get this stuff.”  

Eddie felt his face go hot, eyes darting away from Richie to stare at his lap instead. "I don't⎯ I don't do that." He stammered out.

And he didn't. 

Not all the time at least. But sometimes Eddie would get distracted in class and his eyes would drift to Richie, sitting next to him. 

Most of the time, it was easy to chalk it up to the fact that Richie was constantly moving and fidgeting, inevitably attracting Eddie’s attention but even when all Richie was doing was sleeping and drooling all over his notes, Eddie would end up staring at him. Those times, it was harder to pretend it had nothing to do with the huge crush he had on his best friend.

"Eds, it's okay." Richie said, giving Eddie a lopsided grin. "I know I'm irresistible."

"Fuck off.” Eddie scoffed pushing him lightly, the tips of his ears burning. “Back to my homework, can you help me please?" He asked, eager to change the subject. He gave Richie his best big doe eyes knowing, he couldn’t resist them. 

"Gladly, Eds my love.” Richie agreed right away, crawling towards Eddie on the bed. 

It was a struggle, but with Richie’s help Eddie was able to complete his homework. Though now, Eddie was worried he would fail their test next week without Richie there to help him. 

"I'm going to fucking fail." 

“You won’t fail, Eds.”

Eddie gave Richie a pointed look. 

“You won’t because,” Richie paused to pull out their practice book. "I'll help you study."

Eddie bit down a pleased little smile. "You don't have to that."

"Anything for you, Eddie baby." He said without missing a beat. “But when you ace the test next week, you'll owe me."

Richie would often help Eddie study, most of the time without asking for anything in return but occasionally he would ask for small things⎯ to buy him an ice cream the next time they walked by the shop or to be the first one to read Eddie’s new comic book, stuff that Eddie would give him even if he didn’t ask. Still, he heaved out a dramatic sigh, “What do you want?”

Richie didn't answer right away. When Eddie looked up at him, he was biting the inside of his cheek, seemingly nervous. He plastered on a sly grin once he noticed Eddie staring. “I want a kiss,” He said. “If you pass the test.”

Eddie faltered for a moment, trying to ignore the way his stomach fluttered at Richie’s words. Then he remembered this was Richie⎯ classic Richie and his jokes. 

“Fine, yeah. Whatever.” Eddie said playing along, knowing sooner or later Richie would tell him what he actually wanted. "Now, help me study before I gauge my eye out with this pencil." 

Two weeks later, Mr. Smith was slamming Eddie's physics test on his desk. Eddie slowly turned it around and gasped when he saw that, not only did he pass the test but actually got a B on it. Sure, it wasn’t the A that Richie was currently waving at him from his own seat, but he passed.

Oh shit. Eddie passed. 

I want a kiss, if you pass the test.

Eddie glanced at Richie⎯ who had occupied himself with doodling on his desk⎯ and his heart sped up in his chest, remembering their deal. It’s just a joke, he reminded himself, trying to calm himself so he wouldn’t panic in the middle of the class. It’s just a joke and, in the off chance that it wasn’t, Richie probably forgot about already. Eddie just had to be careful not to remind him. 

With that, Eddie shoved his test inside his bag and forced himself to keep his eyes on Mr. Smith until class let out. 

“Eds!” Richie called, catching up with Eddie in the hallway. He felt a body hurtle against him, an arm slung around his neck.

“Hey, Rich.” 

“So, how did you do? Did you pass?”

Eddie gave a little shrug. “Maybe.” 

Richie let out a long whiny, “Eddie.”

“Fine, I passed, I got a B in fact.”

“Fuck yeah, Eds!” Richie whooped, kissing the top of Eddie’s head. “I told you you could do it.”

A pleased smile curled along Eddie’s lips. He let Richie drag him towards the door, so he could walk Eddie home like he did every Tuesday after physics. 

The walk home was mostly uneventful, except for the fact that Richie was particularly jumpy, almost running straight into a telephone pole on more than one occasion. 

When they arrived at Eddie’s house, Richie walked him all the way to his front door. “Alright, Rich, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said, like he did every week.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Richie said, bouncing on his feet. 

“Uh.” Eddie raised a confused eyebrow at him. “Did you want to come in or something?”

Richie snorted, shaking his head. “Actually, I was talking about our little deal.” 

“Oh.” Eddie gasped, eyes widening. Well, just because Richie remembered, it didn’t mean he actually wanted⎯ right? No, definitely not. “Right. What do you want?”

“I already told you.” 

“I mean, what do you actually want?” Eddie asked, rolling his eyes. “I think I have a box of popsicles in the fridge, I guess you can have those.” He suggested, gesturing towards the house and missing the way Richie walked up to him, standing less than a foot away. 

“I don’t want the popsicles.” Richie said, drumming his fingers against his thigh. He licked his lips, a nervous smile briefly crossing his face. “I want a kiss.”

“Richie⎯” 

“You promised.” Richie said, stubbornly. 

“Fine.” Eddie said, standing on his tiptoes to press a short kiss on Richie’s cheek. “There you go.” He said, whirling around to open the door before Richie could notice his ears had turned red. 

“What? That was not a fucking kiss!” Richie whined, pouting and grabbing Eddie’s hand before he could escape inside the house. “Wait, Eds. You’re cute, I’ll give you that, but not cute enough to get away with that!”

Eddie huffed, hands flailing. “Why do you want to kiss me so bad?” 

Richie spluttered like a fish, before his face settled on a frown. “You promised.” He repeated, softer this time. “Is the idea of kissing me really that bad?” He added and it was probably the hurt look on Richie’s face that made Eddie grab the back of his neck and drag him down, closing the distance between them and kissing Richie, on the lips this time. It was a short kiss, lasting maybe a handful of seconds. It was also a little awkward because they didn’t really know what to do, but to Eddie it was still perfect, because it was Richie.

“Happy now?” Eddie asked after pulling away, unconsciously licking his lips. 

Richie followed the movement with his eyes, looking stunned for a moment before a dopey grin took its place. “Very happy.” 

Eddie bit down on his lower lip to fight off his own smile, worried about how much it could give away. “Shut up.”

“You know if you need any more help studying, you should tell me. It’d be my pleasure to assist.” Richie offered, grin faltering slightly. “Or, if you just want to⎯  you know, do that again or whatever.” 

“You want to do it again?” Eddie asked, unable to contain his surprise or the slight flutter of hope in his chest. 

“Uh, yeah.” Richie muttered, scrunching up his face. “Is that okay?”

This time Eddie didn’t fight off his smile, letting it light up his entire face. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s okay. Definitely okay.” 

Richie’s eyebrows shot up, before he smiled just as bright as Eddie.

“In fact,” Eddie paused, grabbing one of Richie’s hands. “I have some uh⎯ English homework that I could use some help with right now.”

Richie’s face slid into one of confusion, a crease forming between his eyebrows. “I don’t have English with you Eds, I don’t know how I can⎯”

“Richie.” Eddie cut in, giving him a look. His eyes widened the moment he realized. 

“Oh. Oh. You don’t⎯ Right, yeah okay.” Richie stammered out, flustered and unable to stop himself from smiling. Eddie shook his head while dragging him inside. “Yeah, I can totally help with that.”

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Snakebite Andi x Fem! Reader Part 2

A/N: Hi guys! This is the continuation of what @wendyfuckintorrance requested because I went absolutely nuts writing this one. Hope you all enjoy part 2. Link to one is below. Same warnings apply.

August, 2011:

In those same moments Andi was being turned on that dark, Staten Island beach you laid in bed at the nearest open hospital in Colorado. The pains of labor radiating through your body. Machines beeped and buzzed around you wildly and it fueled your hysteria more.

"I can't-I can't do this!" You sobbed as the midwife examined you. "8 centimeters, sweetie. Only two more to go." She took her gloves off and gave your leg a reassuring pat. "No! Not two more. I can't..I want it out. I want it out. I want it out."

The lady smiled at you sympathetically and left the room. Once she left, your dad entered and sat down next to you. "Daddy, I can't. I can't!"

"Shh..I know baby, I know." He squeezed your hand and wiped your forehead off with a wet paper towel with his open one. "Where's mom? I want mom," You cried. You wanted Andi too but you knew all too well that was a wish that wouldn't be granted for a long time.

"She just got off the Boulder exit a little while ago. She'll be here in a couple of minutes." You nodded feverishly and squeezed his hand as you felt your next contraction coming on. "You're doing so good, honey. I'm so proud of you."

"You shouldn't be." You winced in pain and let out a scream. "I made a mistake. I fucked up." He shushed you. "None of this is your fault, alright? You can't help it anymore than the rest of us."

You grunted and nodded. There was a knock on the door. "You can come in." Your dad called out and your mom stepped in. "Sorry, I got stuck in traffic."

"No, no. That's fine." Your parents awkwardly hugged each other. "How are you, Y/m/n?" He asked. "Fine. You look great." Your dad nodded appreciatively and your mom made her way to your side. "Hey..how's baby?"

"Making me feel a lot of pain," You rasped. "I know..I know..Are you getting the epidural?" You shook your head. "No, it shouldn't be much longer hopefully."

"Okay sweetie." She placed a kiss against your sweaty forehead. "You have another contraction coming up." You let out a whine and she took your hand in her's. "I-it hurts!" You gasped. "I know..I know."

As the pain started to decrease you slowly let go of her head. "I-i feel something." You squirmed in the bed. "Like what?" Your mom asked softly. "I don't know..warm and-"

Your water broke and you gasped. "Oh god. Should I-"

"Yes, Y/F/N. Go get the nurse now!" Your mom urged and squeezed your hand. "Does that mean it's time?" She shrugged. "I don't know. Some women go into labor and their water never breaks. It all depends, honestly."

The midwife came back and slipped a pair of gloves on. "I'm going to examine you, Y/n. Is that okay?" You nodded and your mom held your hand as the woman stuck her fingers up by your cervix. "Nine centimeters but the head is right by the birthing canal. Get ready to have a baby, my dear."

Tears started running down your face and your mom cracked a small smile. "Aww honey, it's going to be okay."

"I'm scared!" The nurses stuck your feet on the bottom of squat bars as your dad slipped back into the room. "Alright Y/n, on the count of three we want you to push. Got it?" You nodded and bore down with all your might on the count of three.

"Good, again." You let out a scream of pain and shook your head. "I can't, I can't, I can't. Please, make it stop!" You begged into the air. "Yes, you can. You're almost their. Lean your hand down, sweetie." Your finger tips were greeted with the feel of sticky and warm hair and you let out a cry. "Oh god!"

"One more push! That's it! That's it!" The pain faded and in the midst of the chaos you heard the wail of a baby. "Y/n..she's beautiful," Your mom cried. "She.." You whispered softly.

The midwife handed the baby over to you and laid her on your. She was still dirty and sticky but you didn't care. Her little hands flailed out in the air and you smiled. She looked exactly like you.

"Hi.." You smiled and kissed the top of her head. "You're so beautiful." Tears brimmed in your eyes as your daughter cracked her little eyes open to look at you. "I'm your mommy, gorgeous."

Your daughter made a cooing noise and you grinned. "What are you naming her?" Your dad ran his thumb against your cheek. "Y/d/n..Y/d/n Andrea."

Being a teen mom was rough but you had your dad to help you and every day when you looked into Y/d/n's little eyes all the pain you went through was worth. Even when she had her fevers, tantrums, cried often in the midst of the night it was worth it.

For the first time in a while since you hadn't seen Andi, you finally had someone provided you with a sense of happiness and took the pain away. You tried sending her pictures of the baby numerous times but to no avail. It hurt but at least you had someone to love.

There was nothing that brought you more joy than hearing your daughter's little feet softly tapping down the stairs in the morning. She'd giggle as she'd run through the living room, jumping up behind you while you stood at the stove top making breakfast. "I got you mommy!" She would exclaim excitedly and wrap her tiny arms around your middle. You would smile widely and scoop her up in your arms. Sometimes twirling her around in a little circle.

"Yes you do, my sunshine." And she would always giggle and kiss your cheek. "Mommy, I'm not the sun! That's the sun."

"I know but who needs that sun when I have you?" Giggles would turn into a tiny aww followed by an 'I love you mommy' behind it.

She was the most affectionate and beautiful little girl. Everyone around her, including your parents, enjoyed her. That happiness unfortunately only lasted for six short years though. You could still remember the last day you seen her so clearly in her mind. The way her little blue dress puffed up when she moved and her little Y/c/h bounced in the wind.

It was a sleepover for a girl's sixth birthday just a little after her own and you dropped her off at the house.

"I love you mommy." She smiled as you gave her a big hug. Being only 21 you were the youngest mom in the group so the other parents could relate on your hesitance to let her go. "I love you too. Be a good girl, okay?"

"I will! I'll see you tomorrow." Except there would be no tomorrow you would ever see with her. You would never forget the girl's mother on the phone, calling you frantically.

"She's gone!" The woman screamed into your ear at the way early hours in the morning. "What do you mean she's gone?"

"She's gone! I don't know where she went. One of the girls were sleeping next to her on a sleeping bag because she missed you and the kid woke up in the middle of the night and she wasn't there.."

You lost track of how many interviews and calls you shared with detectives over the past couple of months and you became an empty shell of a person. Yet again your parents were left to pick up the pieces in the aftermaths of a tragedy you were dealt and you grief grew.

"Why don't you adopt?" Your father asked the one night as he sat with you in your dining room as the two of you shared a meal together. "I can't bring myself to..no one can ever replace her."

It was a quiet Saturday night and you were at your dad's house, making sure he was all comfy before you went home. Your parents weren't exactly the youngest anymore and you brought it upon yourself to take care of them the way they took care of you.

"You have everything you need? Blanket, water-"

"Yes for the thousandth time, Y/n. I have everything." Your dad settled into his recliner. "Okay, I just wanted to make sure."

"You cook me meals, sit with me during the day if I don't work, trust me I'm okay. Look, I know you feel like you have some sort of debt you owe your mother and I-"

"Dad-"

"You don't. Period. You've been through alot and I in particular was absent for a portion of it. You owe me nothing. I owed a debt and now I'm paying it so just don't be so hard on yourself." You nodded solemnly. "Got it, dad."

He held his arms to you. "Now give me a hug before you go." You did as he asked and he rubbed little circular shapes on your back. "Love you kiddo."

"Love you too." You felt your phone vibrating in your back pocket but you ignored it. "Try and get a solid nights sleep if not you, for me?"

"Dad-"

"I'm sorry..I'm just worried about you. You haven't been same since Y/d/n di-"

"Please don't say that word." You begged. "Y/n, I know it hurts but honey. She's been gone for months. If they haven't found her yet, chances are that no one will. Living in this sorrow, this despair, fear, it's going to kill you."

"I know! I just..I'm not ready to give up yet. I can't. She's all I had since I left Arizona and it's the only thing that fills the pain a little bit." Tears brimmed in your eyes and your dad wiped them away. "I know, I'm just saying. Be careful please and just take care of yourself, if not for you then for me because that will make me happy. Kay?"

"Okay." He released from his embrace and kissed your cheeks. "I love you." You wiped the tears from your eyes and picked up your purse. "Love you too. Bye dad." He gave a tiny wave as you stepped out the door.

You walked out to your car and checked your phone. There was a missed call from a Colorado number on your phone but you didn't bother to call back. If they couldn't bother to leave a voicemail, it couldn't of been that important.

You put the keys in the ignition and began your short drive home, thinking on what your dad said. It had been almost seven years since you seen Andi. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was time you just gave up.

You pulled into your driveway and shut the car off, making sure to lock it before preparing to enter your house.

You opened the door and stepped inside. "Odd, I thought I shut all the lights off," You shrugged and took your shoes and jacket off. You put your foot on the first step on your stairway to the second floor.

"Y/n." You froze and grabbed your gun you had hidden by your front door. "Whoever's there, I'm warning you! I have a gun!"

"Y/n, come closer sweetie." You hesitantly did as the person and found yourself in your living room. "I did what you asked, damn it! Show yourself!"

You felt a gentle tap on your shoulder and you let out a yell, dropping the gun on the floor as you spun the other direction. "Andi?!"

You faced the intruder with mixed emotions. "Long time, no see." She pulled you close to her and held you tight. You grabbed onto the back of her clothes and gripped them as if to see if she was really there and cried.

"Y-you found me," You rasped and wrapped your arms around Andi's neck. "I told you I would." She pressed her lips against yours. Her teeth sank into them feverishly, asking for permission to enter your mouth. You opened up and your tongues battled for dominance, Andi clearly overpowering you. You both pulled away from each other, gasping for breath.

You looked deep into her pretty blue eyes. She hadn't changed at all in the last six years, which wasn't a bad thing because even in her worst moments you thought she was one of the most beautiful women you've ever seen, but she felt different. Something about her changed. "What's the matter?" Andi smiled and held your hand in hers. "You haven't aged..at all." She pulled you close to her and held you tight. "I know. Isn't that a good thing?"

"Yeah. You look beautiful." Her clothes smiled like embers from a fireplace and you nuzzled into the warmth. "So do you." She kissed you over and over again, taking in the pictures on the wall over you house.

'Damn it. I didn't even think she might of just walked through the door with the kid.' She thought but yet again, she couldn't remember hearing you speak to anyone on your way in. "Y/n, I know it's late but where's mini me?" Your smile faded and you said nothing, loosening your grip on Andi. Andi pulled away from you and figured out the answer based on the answer based on your lack of response and that empty look on your face. "Oh god.."

"It's my fault," You hummed with tears brimming in your eyes. "I should of never of let her go to that slumber party." You hitched a sob and started hysterically crying.

"Hey, hey.." Andi tried to calm you down. "I'll never forget how horrible it felt! She was my everything and was the only thing that took the pain away of not being able to see you." You fanned your eyes in an attempt to stop the tears but failed.

"Y/d/n had a bunch of friends and she begged me and begged to go to this slumber party but I just had that bad feeling. That one I get when I know something is going to happen," You sniffled. "I met the girl's mom throwing the party. She seemed nice enough. Andi, I wish you could of seen the look she gave me when she asked to go. It was so cute and I couldn't say no so I let her go and I should of never let her go. She kissed my cheek and told me thank you a million times over and I'd see her tomorrow and she loved me. It was six in the morning when her friend's mom called and she was just..gone!"

"Okay..okay." Andi rocked you back in forth in her arms trying to contain the panic inside her that was bubbling up. The True, Andi included, looked at killing rubes almost as if it was killing deer, but the thought of her hurting you like that killed her in the inside. She held you as you cried into her chest. "Is she..you know.."

"No one knows but deep down inside I think I know she's not-" You couldn't even finish your sentence. You just kept crying. "She's gone and it's all my fault."

"Y/n, you couldn't of known." You shook your head. "I'm a horrible mother!" Andi kissed the tears away from your face. "Don't say that. You loved her and I'm sure she knew that." That feeling of panic bubbled up more inside her. No..she couldn't of hurt your daughter. She wouldn't hurt you daughter. She would felt her connection to you and would of never of went along with it but at the same point, maybe just maybe, she would of out hunger.

"You got a picture of her?" You nodded and hicupped slightl. "W-why? What does it matter if I told you she's gone?"

"Just..do you have a picture of her?" You nodded and grabbed one of you and her on Christmas off the coffee table. Andi looked at the picture intensely and breathed a sigh of relief. She never seen your daughter before. "Thank god.."

"Thank god, what?" You asked. "Nothing, it's just..Fuck it. I was going to have to tell you anyways but this just threw my whole plan off." Your body stiffened and you sniffled, trying to bottle in all your anxiety. "Andi, what the hell did you do?"

"Why don't you just sit down first?" She plopped down on your sofa. "Fuck," You mumbled softly and sat down across from her. Andi grabbed your hand and squeezed it. "So after you left, things with my dad got worse..way worse." Your face softened and you rubbed the top of her hand. "He got drunk the one day and he went at me more than usual and," Andi started crying. "He passed out drunk in his recliner and I killed him."

"Andi.." You wiped one of the tears away from her cheeks. "I killed him! I took one of my mother's knitting needles and I gave him what he deserved." She laughed and the sound of it made your blood run cold though you'd be lying if you said if you didn't think the man deserved it. The man was a prick for as long as you could remember and he wasn't exactly a saint.

"My mother came home and she freaked out. 'He never did any of those things to you,' she said. 'You're lying.' So she called the cops and I ran. They never found me obviously but they're still looking for me. I travelled all over for a few months and then I found myself in Staten Island."

"W-what happened in Staten Island?" You asked, a little afraid of the answer. "I met these people, Y/n. Special people, like us. The leader, Rose the Hat, beautiful woman by the way, she's a genius. They gave me a gift and a family."

"What type of a gift?" Andi just smiled. "Eternal life." Her face was serious but you couldn't help but laugh. This all had to be some sick joke. "Bullshit."

"No, really. It's true." Her eyes flickered to the haunting blue. "Don't you think they look pretty now?" You screamed and pulled away from her, nearly falling off the couch. "Andi, what the fuck?!" You screamed at her.

"Just think about it Y/n. If I'm immortal and you're immortal we can be together now, forever. Nothing can tear us apart ever again."

"Andi this is cult shit. Like all the horror movies we watched on TV as kids. How did you even become immortal, what the fuck is up with your eyes, and who the fuck are these people?" Your breathing was ragged and you could feel your body trembling.

She furrowed her brows almost as if she was mad at you. "They're not just people. They're my family. We're The True Knot and what is tied can never be untied. They do this turning on special like us, the steamy ones."

"Steamy?" She nodded. "You know, how I can push people to do things they wants and you can feel bad things before they happen? We inhale the steam and it makes us live forever."

"Where do you get it from?" Andi hesitated before answering. "People..mostly kids."

"You kill people so you can live forever? Andi, that's not right. It's not sane! You're like a fucking vampire!" You screamed. "Empty devils actually," She corrected like it was nothing.

"Were you the one that hurt her?!"

"Who?"

"My daughter and be honest or I swear to god I will rip you apart limb for limb." You growled. "I didn't- I wouldn't hurt your daughter, ever. She's a part of you and that's precious to me." You narrowed your eyes.

"I know it sounds bad but we live forever. We can be together forever. Don't you want that?" Andi held your face in her hands.

"N-no," You said and pushed her away. "N-no?" Andi's smile faded and her eyes flicked up like a snake. You nodded and bit your bottom lip. "I don't even know you anymore. You're not my Andi."

"Y/n. I know I'm different but it's still me. I still love you." You shook your head. "But you're not you though. Your dad was a dick. I can understand that but all the death, the madness..you've gone down a path I can't follow. What you've done isn't even bad, it's just sick."

"Y/n-"

"It's wrong! Think of all those kids you hurt, those poor kids and their parents. Do you know how horrible it feels to lose a child? To think they're going to be safe at a friend's slumber party and be home the next morning and they never come back, and have that small hug and kiss you had with them as the last confusing interaction you had because nothing makes sense and how the pain just never goes away?" You had tears slowly falling down your cheeks.

"No, I wouldn't know and I'm sorry that some sick rube fuck would do that to you but think of it this way, do you cry when a cow is killed?" Your went wide in disbelief. "What?!"

"Do you cry when a cow is killed?" You shook your head. "No, but-"

"That's what we eat is essentially. Rubes are nothing more but a cow waiting for slaughter." You just stared at her, not knowing what to say or do.

"See?" She smiled at you and caressed your cheek. "Nothing to get upset about. That's all it is and nothing more."

"Call me sentimental but I think people have more worth then a cow." Andi made a face and shrugged. "If you say so."

Their was awkward silence for a moment and Andi moved closer to you. "Y/n, please say something," She begged. "Leave."

"What?"

"You heard me Andi." You refused to meet her eyes that you knew were brimming with tears from just her tonality. "Y-y/n, I just found you and I don't want to lose that again. I-i love you!"

"I know you do but I'm sorry. I can't be with you. Not when you're like this." Andi's face went from hysterical to stone cold. "Fine." She picked her purse and walked towards the door, looking at you longingly for a moment before leaving.

You watched her get into an RV and drive off. Once she was out of sight you slumped down onto your couch and covered your face, beginning to cry.

Meanwhile Andi angrily pulled into the Bluebell Campground, the RV coming to the a screeching hault.

Rose, who was a deep state of meditation found her pattern broken at the sound of it. She angrily withdrew her hand from lap, disturbing Crow Daddy who had his head laying on her legs. "The fuck?" She whispered and moved away from him.

"Andi's back already?" He groaned, beginning to sit up. "Yeah. I thought she was going to take longer." She stood up off her pillows. "I'm going to go check on her. I'll be back in a minute."

"Okay," Crow hummed and placed a gentle kiss on her hand. Rose smiled softly and kissed the top of his head before climbing down the ladder and strolling over to Andi's RV. She knocked once before entering.

"You know, I know like to show off sometimes but you don't-" Rose stopped what she saying and shut the door behind her. "What's the matter?" She asked, seeing Andi's tears.

"She turned me away.." She grumbled. "Me! Of all people." Rose sat down next to Andi and tried to get her to look her in the eye. "Did she why or-"

"She's mad at me! She doesn't love me anymore." Rose had to bite her tongue to stop herself from making some remark about you being a stupid rube since she knew how highly Andi always spoke of you.

"Honey, I'm sure that's not true. Did she say that?" Andi shook her head. "N-no! She said she didn't agree with what we did and that she still loved me but just the way she looked me..she looked so ashamed of me!"

Rose hesitantly pulled Andi into a hug. "Well..maybe she just needs time to come around." The younger woman shook her head. "No..she just doesn't want me!"

Rose said nothing a pressed a kiss against her temple. "And then she accused me of doing something to her daughter and I couldn't-I would never-"

"I know..I know. Just give her some time. Because if she does love you the way you say she does, I'm sure she'll come around." Andi only shook her head. "No..she won't. Not this time."

For the next two weeks Andi moped around the campsite, her moods going from high to low and her temper higher than ever.

The whole True noticed it and they were concerned. Everyone tried to talk to her about it and give her advice in many different ways but nothing worked.

On day 14 Rose could finally take no more and she pulled Crow aside to talk. "Look! I know it's not my place but fuck! I can't take this anymore. She's sad all the time and if I have to keep playing nice every time she makes a bitchy remark to me I'm going to not be so fucking nice anymore."

Crow took his hands in her's. "I know..I know. What can we really do for her though, Rosie? If the girl doesn't want to be with her, we can't force her."

"I don't care! If that's the key to her happiness and the end to Andi's bitchness then I want her."

"Rosie-"

"I want her- I fucking want her!"

A few days later you were laying on the couch and reading a book when you heard a knock. It was persistent and you let out a groan. "I'm coming!" The knocking became more urgent and you groaned. "I said I'm coming!"

You looked out the peephole and seen a woman standing on your porch. You cracked the door open. "Well, hi there! Y/n, isn't it?" You hesitantly open the door more and nodded. "Top hat, grey eyes, you must be Rose."

"Your intelligence is well noted, my dear." "She pushed her way past you and slipped through the door, grabbing the sides of your face. "My, aren't you a pretty thing? I see why Andi is so over the moon with you." You shoved Rose away from you. "What the hell makes you think you're welcome in my house?"

"Oh I'm not but desperate times call for desperate measures." She hung her coat up on a hook and walked past you, looking around your living room. "Desperate times?" You asked and she nodded. Rose took one of the picture frames off the wall and looked deeply into a picture of you and your daughter. You wanted to rip out of her hands and scream at her not to touch it but all it would do would give her more kicks. At least it seemed that way at first.

For a second you could of swore you almost felt something close to Rose being sentimental. Once you seen that she wasn't doing it for kicks, the urge faded. "What was her name?" She ran a thumb across the clean glass and focused deeply into it. "Y/d/n."

"Y/d/n," She reiterated silently. "Yes..I see why you're defensive now. You have a steamy little spawn..pretty like you too. I don't have to be around her to see that." Rose turned her head away from the picture. "I can assure you though, I don't have her. Or have ever had her in my possession at any point if that brings you any closure."

You nodded and rubbed your face. "What do you want?" Rose sat down on the small sofa. "I wanted to have a talk with you. It's your house, honey. Sit, please."

You sat down across from Rose who took your hands in hers. "My Andi-"

"She's not yours. She's her own person but go on."

Rose grinned. "My, I struck a nerve. Didn't I? Anyways, Andi is not well." You furrowed your brows. "Oh? How so?"

"She has not been the same since she seen you. Some times when I see Andi, she is an empty shell. She'll come out of her trailer and eat, after that she goes back in and I don't see her for the rest of the day. Other days she's more feisty."

You had to fight the urge to let out a bitter laugh. "You haven't noticed she has mood swings by now?"

"This is different," Rose snapped. "It's concerning the family and no matter what efforts I've taken to wipe your existence from her mind, she refuses to forget you. So-"

"If you're going to ask me to come with you, don't expect me to give you a different answer then I gave Andi."

Rose smiled gamely. "I expected as much but I'm not asking, I'm telling you that you're coming with me." She turned her attention to the dark corner of the room.

"Daddy, I thought you were never coming." You shivered and slowly rotated your body to look in the corner. The only thing you could see were those same haunting blue eyes Andi showed you. A see of blood flashed over your eyes momentarily.

"Traffic was a bitch." He changed his gaze to look at you. "That Y/n?" Rose nodded and stood up. "Y/n, who's giving me a hard time so I might need your assistance."

She smiled down at you and pulled a needle out of her pocket. "The stiller you stay, the easier this will go for you."

"Fuck you." You kicked the coffee table and went to go run out the front door. "Crow!" Rose screamed. "Already on it, Rosie." As soon as your hand connected with the door knob you felt two pairs of hands grasp your mind. Your body went cold and you attempted to let out a scream but nothing happened. "I told you not to run, sweetie," Rose tutted and had Crow wrap his arms around your collar bone.

"Just a little pinch, sweetie." You winced as you felt the needle puncture your skin and the drug entering your body. You fought to keep your eyes open but you felt so tired. "Don't fight it." Rose grinned and patted the top of your head. "Sleep."

Eventually you went limp in Rose's arms. "Well, that went differently than I expected." She grinned. "You have the car pulled around front?"

"You know it Rosie. Am I taking her back or are you?" She thought about it for a moment. "I will. Just in case she tries to pull something." Rose kissed his cheek. "I owe you, honeydoll."

"You owe me, nothing." He kissed her forehead. "Be careful." She hummed in response and began to carry you out to the Jeep as Crow made his way towards his RV, closing himself in.

Rose set you down sitting up and buckled you in. "Jackpot!" She slammed her hands on the dashboard and began the drive back to the Bluebell with you in tow.

When she and Crow arrived back, Andi was already asleep but it didn't stop Rose from banging on her door.

"Andi! Rise and shine!" Rose grinned and knocked loudly. It took a few minutes but Andi swung the door open. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I just wanted to see how you were doing." Rose forced her way inside. "And you couldn't of waited until tomorrow morning?!"

"Oh sweetie, you know me better than that." She caressed Andi's cheek. "Yeah, I do. Which means you have another reason for being here. So what is it?"

"You can bring her in now, Crow." Andi's eyes went wide as she seen Crow Daddy carry you inside her trailer and gently set you down on her bed.

"Y/n.." She muttered your name softly. "How did you-"

"A little sleeping works a long ways for her." Andi laughed nervously and cracked a smile at Rose. "Thank you." She hugged her tightly. "You're welcome, honey." She patted the top of Andi's head. "Get some rest, please?"

"Yeah." Andi nodded and pulled the covers over you and herself. Rose beckoned for Crow to leave and he immediately obeyed.

She nuzzled close to you in bed, taking in all your features as you slept. "My Y/n.." She hummed softly and kissed you sweetly on the lips.

The next morning when you woke up you refused to talk to Andi at all. "You're mad at me, aren't you?" There was some vulnerability you hadn't heard in Andi's voice in a long time as she handed a cup

"I'm not mad. I'm upset. There's a difference between the two." Andi sighed and sat down next to you, taking your hand in her's. "What was I supposed to do, Y/n? I had no choice."

"I know I'm just-"

"Just frustrated because neither of us had any of this be fair. At all." Andi caressed your cheek. "I know." You set your tea cup down on the table.

"Hold me?" You reached your arms out to her's and Andi pulled you close to her chest. The feeling of her warmth relieved some of the tension in your body and you nuzzled close to her.

"This feels nice.." You muttered softly. "We can have this forever if you want. I know I just..I'm not ready for that."

"And that's okay, I'll wait for you. I know I can't take all the pain away, but I'll try." Andi kissed you sweetly on the lips and you returned the gesture. "Thanks."

"Come on, it's time I introduce you to everyone." Andi held her out to touch yours and you eagerly took it as she brought you outside to meet the rest of the family.

It might of not of been traditional but you had Andi and she had you. You were home.

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Break Up Until We Make Up (one-shot)

One.

The first time they break up, it’s during their first real fight.

Surprisingly, even though Lauren starts the argument, Camila is the one to end it.

They’re sophomores in high school. Lauren hasn’t come out yet, so Camila’s good friend Shawn has been posing as Camila’s boyfriend to avoid arousing anyone’s suspicion.

(Little did Lauren know that literally no one gave a fuck if she identified as gay, bisexual, asexual, pansexual, or even a fucking burrito if she wanted to or not; but Lauren wasn’t ready to flaunt her relationship yet and that was totally fine with Camila. She would never pressure her).

But lately Lauren had noticed things about Shawn that Camila hadn’t seemed to.

When he would hug her, his touches would linger longer than required; the kisses he would plant on her cheek lasted way too fucking long for Lauren’s liking. He didn’t even pay attention to the threatening glares Lauren would constantly be throwing his way because he was too busy drooling and making heart-eyes at Camila.

Camila; the same Camila that is Lauren’s girlfriend.

And he would always invite her to the movies, or to dinner, or to his place to ’hang out.’ Camila genuinely liked Shawn, so of course she spent a lot of time with him when she wasn’t with Lauren.

Lauren finally blew up when Shawn invited Camila over for the fourth time in a week.

“He likes you, Camila. He’s trying to steal you away from me. I don’t get how you can’t see it,” Lauren huffed out as she stormed into Camila’s bedroom.

It was one of those rare nights that her parents weren’t home. Usually the couple would just spend their time watching movies and making out, but it’s pretty clear that Lauren had other plans.

Camila sighs as she runs a hand through her hair and sits next to Lauren on the bed. “Babe, no one is trying to steal me from you. Shawn is just a friend, I would never leave you for him. Or anyone else.” She tried to reach for Lauren’s hand, but was rejected when the green-eyed girl abruptly stood up and began pacing in the middle of the room.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” She muttered.

Camila’s eyes narrowed at the girl, “What did you say?”

“You heard me,” Lauren challenged. “You’re always hanging out with him now, I wouldn’t be surprised if his charm was working on you.”

Camila scoffed and shook her head, “What are you even going on about? I spend all my time with you, Lauren.”

“Oh, so you aren’t even going to deny it?”

Lauren knew she was being petty and jealous, but she just couldn’t stop herself.

Shawn got under her skin.

Camila’s eyebrows furrowed together again. “What the hell—”

“How do I know you guys aren’t already hooking up, huh? Maybe you’ve already fucked him behind my back.”

Lauren regretted it as soon as she said it.

Something flickered in Camila’s eyes and Lauren knew she was fucked.

Camila pauses for a brief second and rubs her eyes with one hand. “Did you just accuse me of cheating on you?”

“Camila, I—”

“No.”

Lauren swallows hard at Camila’s tone. It’s cold.

It’s final.

Camila flails her hands around wildly as she bites out, “I’m so sick of this, Lauren. You’ve always had a problem with Shawn. All the fucking time. Need I remind you that this was your idea? You aren’t ready to come out and you insisted that I find someone to play the beard!”

Lauren’s eyes wander to the floor as she hushes out, “I know.”

Camila continues, “And it’s fine, I understand that you aren’t ready to come out. I’m not angry about that. I’m pissed off that you’re being so possessive and jealous and then going so far as to accuse me of cheating on you. And for what fucking reason? Just because you’re too insecure in our relationship?” Lauren can see the tears beginning to well in Camila’s eyes. “I know you said you trusted me, but I don’t think you really do.”

Lauren’s eyes frantically roamed over Camila’s face. “No, no. Camila, I do trust you.” Her hand shoots out to lace their fingers together. “I didn’t mean it, I swear. Please, I was just upset. I love you so much.”

Camila bites her lip as the tears start to roll down her cheeks. “And I love you too, Lauren. But I can’t keep arguing over the same shit all the time. It’s exhausting.”

Lauren bites her bottom lip so hard she’s afraid she might draw blood. “What are you trying to say?”

“I think we need some time apart, Lauren,” She breathes out and it’s like Lauren’s heart just stopped mid-pump. “I don’t think you’re ready for a relationship right now.”

The sound of the door slamming shut and footsteps bounding down the stairs is the only response Camila receives.

**

Two weeks pass when Shawn makes a move to kiss Camila while they’re watching a movie on his couch.

He’s met with an open palm to his face and slew of curses in Spanish that he’d have to Google to understand.

Needless to say, they aren’t on speaking terms anymore.

That same night, Camila ends up on Lauren’s doorstep, heart in her hands as she apologizes and cries her eyes out, begging for Lauren to forgive her and take her back.

She pulls Camila inside and encompasses her in the tightest hug she’s ever received.

Camila never once hears an ’I told you so.’

**

Two.

The second time they break up is because Lauren thinks she’s protecting Camila.

What does Lauren think Camila needs protecting from?

Well, herself, for one.

And the second would be her parents.

Camila’s parents didn’t think Lauren was suitable for their daughter. Sure, they were polite to her when she was around, but that didn’t stop Lauren from noticing the scowls etched on their faces when Camila would invite her to stay for dinner, or the hushed whispers of ’when are you going to settle down with someone who has more to offer you, mija?’ when she excuses herself to the restroom.

Sure, they’re only seniors in high school, and Lauren and Camila both have a lot of growing up to do, but that doesn’t seem to matter to her parents.

They can’t help but think Lauren is a waste of time.

And sadly, she’s starting to believe them.

They’re on Lauren’s couch one day, taking advantage of an empty house.

Camila’s trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down Lauren’s neck, her fingers making quick work of unbuttoning the girl’s flannel when her phone goes off.

“Ignore it,” Lauren moans out as Camila’s hands slide around her waist, settling on the smooth skin of her back. And she does.

Until her phone goes off again.

Camila halts her heavenly tongue and Lauren bites out a sigh.

God dammit.

Camila removes her mouth, with a quick lick of Lauren’s throat before she leans back on her thighs and reaches for her phone to unlock it. When she looks back at Lauren, her green eyes are heavily dilated, and her lipstick is half-smudged off.

More than likely the rest is all over Camila’s mouth.

“Who is it?” Lauren asks.

“Just my mom checking to see if I’m going to be home for dinner. Do you want to come?”

Hesitation passes across Lauren’s face, “No, it’s okay.”

Camila frowns and leans forward to kiss her. “How come? I thought you liked having dinner with me.”

“I do, Camz. I love spending time with you, you know that. It’s just…”

“You can tell me, babe,” Camila encourages her lightly.

Lauren takes a deep breath. “I know that they hate me, Camila.”

Camila’s frown deepens, “They don't hate you, Lauren.”

“Yes, they do, Camila.” Lauren nudges her on the leg to make some room for her to sit up. “I’ve heard the things they’ve said to you. I know they think you’re wasting your time on me.” Lauren smiles sadly. “Maybe they’re right.”

“Lauren,” Camila warns as she tilts Lauren’s head to meet her eyes, “You are not a waste of my time. I love you more than anything. You mean everything to me.”

Lauren just sends her another sad smile. “And you mean everything to me, too.” Her hand settles on the brown-eyed girl’s knee gently. “I just can’t help but think they’re right. You deserve so much more than I can give you.”

“Don’t say that, Lo,” Camila scoffs out. “It isn’t true.”

“But it is, Camz. I’m just holding you back all the time. Like when I was too scared to come out and—”

“You know that wasn’t a big deal to me, Lauren. I didn’t care if people knew we were together or not. I loved you, and that was all that mattered.” Camila interrupts suddenly. “It still is.”

“It’s just hard. It hurts to know that they just think of me as a mistake. That our love is a mistake.” She runs a hand through her unruly hair and flips it to one side. “I don’t want you to grow to resent me because I ruined your relationship with your parents.”

“Lauren, listen to me,” Her warm hands come to cup Lauren’s cheeks. “Our love could never be a mistake. Loving you is the easiest thing I have ever done and will ever do. They just don’t understand now, they’re old-fashioned people.”

“Camila—”

A finger against her lips silences any further protests. “Let me finish, please.”

“Nothing they could do or say would change that. I could never hate you over anyone else’s opinion. I love you for who you are, not the things you could do for me. Please get that through your thick skull, yeah?” Her lips curve up in a smile.

Lauren resists the urge to smile back as the paranoia creeps further into her chest. “I don’t know—”

Camila sighs and rubs at her temples, “Why are you being so stubborn?”

“Why are you being so stubborn?” Lauren throws the question back at her. “Why can’t you just see that they’re right and I’m no good for you?”

“Because you are good for me,” Camila’s eyebrows furrow together, annoyance flaring in her chest. “How many times do I have to explain to you that I love you?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Lauren huffs out. “They’re right and we’re wrong.”

“How can you say something so idiotic?”

“Now I’m an idiot?” Lauren’s jaw clenches, “We’re just kidding each other into thinking this can work. I’m no good for you, and you’re no good for me. Let’s just end it, and you can move onto to someone that your parents can actually like.”

“Don’t do that,” Camila moves to straddle Lauren’s waist and wraps her arms around the girl’s neck.

Lauren’s hands shoot up to rest on Camila’s hips. “Get off me,” She mumbles out, furthering her argument by holding Camila closer.

“Stop doing that thing where you think you’re doing what’s best for me when you’re actually just being an asshole by hurting me even more.”

Lauren scoffs incredulously, “You can’t blame me for wanting to protect you.”

“You’re being a jerk.”

“Well, you can’t stop me. I’m breaking up with you,” She says, still not meeting Camila’s eyes. “There, it’s done. We’re broken up.”

“No.”

When Lauren finally looks at her, her face is scrunched up in confusion. “No? What do you mean no?”

“Exactly what I just said,” Camila’s arms pull Lauren in closer to her chest.

“You can’t just tell me ‘no’ when I dump you, Camila. It doesn’t work like that.”

“I think I just did.”

Lauren tries to push the girl out of her lap, but she only holds on tighter.

Damn koala.

“Stop, Lauren. You’re being ridiculous,” Camila utters as they struggle against each other.

“You fucking stop, Camila. Get off me.” Between the wrestling and the name-calling, Camila doesn’t notice that Lauren’s eyes are burning with tears of frustration.

“No, I love you, you dumbass. You aren’t going to ruin this.”

After a few seconds of mutual struggle, Camila manages to pin Lauren down against the couch. “Aha!”

Those emerald eyes that Camila loves so much are now bloodshot and leaking tears. Lauren turns her face away from Camila as her sniffles grow louder and her chest throbs harder.

Camila moves off her lap to lay in the space between the cushions and Lauren’s body. She pulls Lauren into her chest as the girl starts to cry harder. The circles her hand is rubbing against her back do very little to soothe the green-eyed girl.

“Baby,” Camila coos softly, her heart breaking at the sight of Lauren’s vulnerability. “Please don’t cry.” The circles cease as her hand slides up to stroke Lauren’s feather-soft locks gently. “I love you.”

“I’m sorry,” Lauren chokes out between sobs against her chest.

“I know, baby. I know.”

They lay wrapped up on the couch together for a few hours after Lauren’s breakdown. Camila alternated between rubbing her back soothingly, to stroking her hair and whispering ’I love you’ over and over again into her ear.

It’s after what feels like the millionth time that Camila says it when Lauren finally speaks.

It comes out croaky and hoarse; it’s laced with insecurity and pure devastation, “I just want to feel like I’m good enough for you.”

Camila presses a soft kiss against her forehead.

“You are.”

She’d spend the rest of her life making sure Lauren knew that.

**

Three.

The third time they break up, it’s because Camila kisses someone else.

They’d been fighting a lot the past week; this fight in particular sent Camila storming out of their apartment to her best friend’s house with tears streaming down her face.

“I just don’t get why she has to be such an asshole,” Camila manages to get out as she cries against Dinah’s shoulder. “She doesn’t fucking understand.”

Dinah holds her tighter as the Latina vents her frustration and once she’s done, offers a way for her to take her mind off things.

'Let’s dance your troubles away!’ Dinah had suggested. 'There’s an amazing club not too far from here.’

Camila was drunk.

Dinah had convinced her to take shots with her, and Camila didn’t drink a lot; in hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best idea.

But as Camila sways to the beat on the dancefloor, she really couldn’t care any less.

Of course, after Camila had stormed off, Lauren texted her because she was worried. However, Camila ignored them all and continued to drink and dance her night away.

“You’re really fucked up, Mila,” Dinah slurs into her ear. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Camila manages to slur back. “I just really need some water.”

“Okay.” Dinah grabs a hold of the girl’s arm. “Come on, I’m not leaving you by yourself.”

They push their way through the crowd to get to the bar. Dinah deposits Camila on one of the bar stools as she orders a glass of water for the girl and another shot for herself.

Camila sees her take out her phone to text someone, but her head is spinning so she can’t really focus on anything.

The bartender slides the water towards a very intoxicated Camila as Dinah downs her shot and leans against the bar.

“You okay, Walz?” Dinah asks genuinely.

“Just thinking about Lo,” Camila takes a gulp of her water and stares off into the distance. “Sometimes I feel like she hates me.”

Dinah’s face contorts in horror. “That girl is incapable of hating you, Mila. She loves you to pieces and she’s whipped as hell. I’ve never seen anyone look at you the way she does.”

Camila’s lips tilt into a frown and her doe eyes fill with tears. “Then why are we always fighting now, D? What did I do to make her so mad? Am I just a shitty girlfriend?”

Oh no, Dinah thinks. Lauren better hurry up.

“Camila,” Dinah tucks a strand of hair behind the girl’s ear. “Couples fight all the time, but you have no idea how many times Lauren’s gushed to me about how much you mean to her. That girl would travel to the ends of the Earth to be with you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to her.”

Camila sniffles. “Really?”

Dinah’s smile reassures the Latina that everything will be okay, “Really. Now, let’s go dance since you’re feeling better.”

Before Camila stand from the bar, she takes her phone out and opens the messages from Lauren.

Lo<3: I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.

Lo<3: I was just angry, you know how I get when I’m in my moods. I was wrong and I’m an asshole that doesn’t deserve you.

Lo<3: I love you, please come back.

Lo<3: Where are you?

Lo<3: Please at least tell me you’re safe.

Lo<3: Camila, please.

Lo<3: Okay, so Dinah told me you’re with her. But you’re ignoring me, so I guess that means you’re still upset. I’m so sorry, babe. Please come home and I swear I’ll make it up to you.

She composes her own simply so Lauren won’t worry anymore.

Camzzi: m ok lolo I lve u<#

She slides the phone back in her pants pocket and grabs Dinah’s hand to drag her back onto the dance floor.

**

They’re another fifteen minutes into dancing when it happens.

Dinah has her back turned to the girl, and Camila is still dancing freely with her eyes shut when a pair of arms wrap themselves around her waist.

She’s too intoxicated to decipher that they aren’t Lauren’s or Dinah’s.

(She’s so drunk she can’t even remember Dinah is facing the opposite way).

Camila instinctually leans into the embrace and giggles drunkenly. Whoever it is presses themselves harder against her back and sways in time with her to the beat.

“Hi, beautiful,” A raspy voice whispers into her ear.

It’s not Lauren’s, but Camila can’t really tell over the music that seems ten times as loud.

Camila grins and turns around in their arms, snaking her own around their neck and hugging them tightly. When she pulls back, her eyes are hooded, she’s got a dopey smile plastered on her face and she’s eye to eye with a pair of striking green eyes that look similar to Lauren’s.

It’s not Lauren, but damn, could this woman be her twin.

Long, dark hair, full, smirking lips and a pair of bright, emerald eyes.

“I saw you from across the room, you’re so gorgeous the way you lose yourself in the movement,” The girl says as if mesmerized.

“Thank you, Lolo,” Camila slurs as she nuzzles into the girl’s neck.

The girl’s hands wander dangerously low to Camila’s backside and she huffs out a chuckle into Camila’s ear. “I don’t know who that is, but I’ll bite.”

Camila giggles into her neck and hovers her lips next to the girl’s ear. “I missed you, Lo.” Her breath tickles the girls ear; the woman’s eyes flutter closed as Camila nibbles on her ear lobe. “Kiss me,” She breathes out.

The woman smirks and then they’re kissing.

But it feels off, somehow. An uneasy feeling pools in Camila’s stomach.

“Camila!”

Even in her drunken state, Camila recognizes that tone.

That anger.

Her eyes snap open and she studies the woman in front of her, who she now realizes isn’t Lauren, who’s staring off at someone behind her.

Her mouth goes dry and her throat closes up when she remembers that they just kissed.

A hand spins her around and a very angry Lauren stands before her; Dinah is staring in shock with her mouth hanging open a few steps behind her.

Lauren’s eyes are filled with fire and they shoot to the woman behind Camila. “What the fuck did you do?”

The woman puts her hands up in mock surrender, “Hey, I kissed her like she asked me to. I didn’t know she was with anyone.”

Lauren grits her teeth so hard she’s afraid she might break her jaw. “Get the fuck out of here before I beat your ass,” She hisses.

The woman scurries away quickly before anything can escalate.

Camila stares at Lauren in shock before the reality of the situation sinks into her drunken brain.

She kissed someone else.

Someone she thought was Lauren.

She’s so drunk she couldn’t even tell who her own girlfriend was.

Lauren’s standing in front of her, eyes burning a hole through her skull and her jaw is set.

Lauren is very angry.

The guilt settles in her chest. She wants to throw up.

Lauren grabs her wrist tightly and tugs her towards the exit. “We're leaving.” Camila doesn’t dare argue. Dinah trails behind them and Lauren removes her jacket when they get outside to wrap it around Camila’s shoulders.

She’s still severely pissed off, but she isn’t going to let the girl freeze to death.

“Do you need a ride, DJ?” Lauren’s voice is surprisingly calm.

Dinah shakes her head and tells Lauren she’s just going to call a cab.

“Okay, Dinah. I’m going to take Camila home, I’ll see you soon. Be safe.”

Lauren leads the drunk girl to her car and buckles her into the passenger seat. She slides into the driver’s seat and Camila winces when she slams her door.

The car ride is silent.

Lauren half-carries Camila inside and drops her on the bed in their room. She doesn’t speak, but instead she gathers some clean clothes for Camila to change into and starts the shower for her.

When Camila is done showering, and has managed to sober up some, she silently takes a seat across from Lauren on their bed.

“You hate me, don’t you?” Camila asks quietly.

Lauren runs a hand through her hair and still doesn’t say anything.

Camila pulls her knees up to her chest and hugs them. She’s never seen Lauren so angry that she physically couldn’t speak before.

It makes her jump when Lauren sucks in a harsh breath.

“We have a fight and then you run off and kiss someone else?”

Camila’s cheeks turn red and she looks down at her toes. “I drank way too much, and I thought she was you,” She looks back up at Lauren sheepishly. “I know it’s not an excuse, but that’s really what happened. And I am so sorry.” Her brown eyes are pleading for Lauren to forgive her.

“You’re right,” Lauren states. Hope rises in Camila’s chest that maybe they can work this out. “It’s not an excuse.”

Crash and burn.

“I think I’m going to go stay with my parents for a while.”

It’s so quiet Camila had to strain to hear it.

“W—what?” Her eyes widen in horror.

“It hasn’t been working between us lately. I think it’s time we stop trying.”

The tears are falling down her cheeks before she can even really process what Lauren’s saying. “Y-you’re breaking up with me?” She swallows hard. “You're leaving?”

“It’s for the best.”

“No, no, no.” Her chest constricts; her heart is racing, and her breathing becomes ragged. “No, please. I’m so sorry, Lauren. I didn’t mean it. I thought she was you, I wanted you. Please, don’t leave me.” Her eyes are burning from the tears and it’s obstructing her vision.

“Camila,” Lauren grasps her wrists gently to calm her.

“I can’t do this without you, Lauren. I can't—” The hyperventilating comes faster than expected. Her eyes squeeze shut, and she feels like she’s suffocating. She’s choking on her own sobs.

Lauren’s arms encircle her waist as she lifts the girl into her lap. Camila curls into a ball and buries her face into her shirt. Her cries echo throughout the room until she tires herself out; she stays in Lauren’s lap and listens to her heart beat.

“Camila,” Lauren tries to get the girl to look at her. Camila only responds by tightening her grip on Lauren’s shirt. The green-eyed girl hoists Camila up bridal-style and carries her over to her side of the bed and lowers her onto it gently. Camila curls back into herself as the tears threaten to spill once again when she thinks Lauren’s going to leave her in bed alone.

It surprises her when Lauren slips into the bed behind her and wraps her arms around her waist. She pulls Camila into her and holds her tightly. Her hand feels for Camila’s and once she finds it, she laces their fingers together.

“I’m still so mad at you,” Lauren says into her hair. “And we aren’t done talking about this, but I can’t stand seeing you like that.”

“I’m sorry,” Camila says feebly. “I don’t mean to be so pathetic.”

“You aren’t pathetic, Camila.”

When Camila doesn’t respond, Lauren tugs on her waist to get her to roll over. Camila’s eyes are red and she’s still sniffling like she’s going to cry again and Lauren’s heart breaks because she knows Camila is going to spend forever beating herself up over this.

“Its kind of funny,” Camila breaks the silence suddenly. “You spend all your time worrying that you aren’t good enough for me, but have you ever stopped to think maybe I’m not good enough for you?”

“Stop,” Lauren scolds her. “You made a mistake. I’m still pissed off, like I said, but that doesn’t change the fact that I still love you.”

Camila stares at the mattress between their faces blankly and Lauren sighs.

“I’m not going to give up on you, Camila.”

Her watery brown eyes quickly shift back to Lauren’s face. “You already did.”

Lauren brings her fingertips up to Camila’s face and traces the trail one her tears leaves behind. “I’m sorry.”

Camila kisses Lauren’s wrist before she speaks against it, “I don’t blame you. I really fucked up.”

“We both fucked up,” Lauren corrects. The fingertips that were tracing Camila’s cheek move to her chin and tilt her head up so their lips are almost touching. “But we can get through this together.”

She takes Camila’s bottom lip between her own two and kisses her chastely once. Twice.

“I love you, Camzi.”

“I love you, Lolo.”

**

Four.

The fourth time they 'break up,’ is so they can get married.

“You know this doesn’t actually make you my ex-girlfriend, right?” Lauren says with a roll of her eyes.

Camila only giggles in response and kisses Lauren again.

The green-eyed girl breaks their kiss and stares at Camila suspiciously, “Seriously, you do know it doesn’t count as a break up, right?” She tries to reiterate.

“Lauren,” Camila shakes her head, still giggling.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

**

A/N: This idea has been stuck in my head since I started writing the third chapter for LD. Just needed to get it out. Hope you enjoy ;p Again, my wattpad is ayyocabello if you wanna follow my work :) 

[strangesugar-blog1]

Struggling right now. I have NO motivation at all recently. A good part of it is pms (which goes on forever due to my periods being messed up by my iud) and how it effects my mental health stuff, like it super exacerbates everything, I have something called dermatillomania (among other issues), if you choose to look it up be warned it's gross lol, but it's a genuine Thing and no amount of willpower can make me stop, anyway it gets to the point when I'm pmsing that it's just constant, like, hours at a time multiple times a day, often not sleeping. So I'm mentally and physically exhausted from that. My general anxiety is sky-high, because I'm so far behind because of my time being all taken up by that, so that when i do have a chance to try and fix things i just panic instead because it all seems so overwhelming and I don't know where to start. For the last like, couple of months or so I've been had this seemingly random extreme fatigue, so that's still going on too. I have on my list to make appts with doctor (fatigue, other issues), finally find a therapist, and get to Planned Parenthood to see if this IUD bullshit should still be normal at this stage, what my options are, etc. All of those could potentially help with my issues, yet i can't seem to do them. Not to mention i need my hair done, and to get in for sugaring. All i want to do is just keep sleeping. Some days I actually just say fuck it and try, but I'm too anxious to sleep for long. But once I'm awake I either pick, or just flail wildly and don't get anywhere. There's just so much and I can't figure out where to start. Coffee? Face scrub/mask, then shower? Do i try and do yoga first? But honestly I need a shower I feel gross. Phone calls/appointments? Reply to pots (good couple of new ones, will still about them later maybe)? Laundry/general tidying/cleaning? Get back to my friends who I've been ignoring? Yard stuff? Out of the house chores? I really need to do more work on the yard so my dog won't keep running into things. I know eventually it will balance out, and i just have to hold on the best i can but ugh i so badly just want to sit on the couch and watch Netflix and say fuck it. Not that that even works, cz i get 10 mins into something and derma strikes again. I'm so sorry, I'll be more positive again soon. Just struggling at the moment. I know I'll get there.

[andreaissy]

I stared at the human, the first human to ever find the portal. The alarms faded in the background, the likely containminated water dripping to the floor. They were looking around in a mixture of confusion and curiosity, ignoring me for the time being.

I began frantically looking for my communicator. What code would I have to call in? I really should've read the directory better. Or the regulations. Or anything really. What button called security again?

"Hi!" I nearly jumped out of my skin, flailing wildly and tipping backwards. Then uselessly trying to grab the desk as I fell backwards. The human simply blinked, and waved their hand. How were they so unfazed by this?

"Uh, g-greetings! Welcome to the, terminal IPSR-3, um, how can I help you?" I fumbled over my words. What was I supposed to say? Was my universal translator even on?

They understood at least. "I wanted to know where I was. And why the cove was full of glow-ey rocks. What's that IP three thingy?" They didn't seem to have any sort of concern or worry. Were all humans this unconcerned with their safety?

"You're in the Inter-planetary Spacial Relay. I don't know how you even found the gate. Could you, um, maybe fill out this form?" The alarm was still going off. Was anyone coming? The human took it, but looked quite confused.

"It's all squiggly?" Oh. Right. They probably couldn't read it. As I flailed about trying to figure everything out I noticed the human jumping and waving their arms before starting to, what were those noises meant to mean?

"What are you doing?"

"Well, usually when I have lucid dreams I can change them. Like, try flying! Running usually feels like you're moving through molasses you know? This is a really weird dream though. I wonder what movie I saw this place from."

They continued chattering while my mind struggled to understand what was going on. Finally I realized what was happening.

The human didn't believe this was real! They must be in some kind of hallucinatory state. That would explain why they were so calm. Maybe I could trick them into returning through the gate?

"Do you hear that? That's the intergalactic alarm. Many security agents are converging on your location. You have to run!" The human nodded, smiling.

"Come on! You gotta run too!" What!? But-

Before I could protest the human grabbed me and ran back towards the portal, my flailing insufficient to stop them. I could only hope that I wouldn't be arrested for this. And that Earth wasn't a completely hostile environment for my kind.

The morning light hurt her eyes as she stretched, groaning and turning over in an attempt to make it go away.

"Bea. Up." Came the stern voice of her all too annoying sister.

"Don't wanna," Bea complained, burying her face in her pillow. "Sleeps better." There was a silence, then the sound of curtains being thrown open and the undignified squawk of the still tired girl as she flailed and tried to make it go away!

Alas, she was defeated, and forced to get up. She shot a dirty look at her all too smug sister.

"I was having a cool dream too." She grumbled. "There was a cool cave, then aliens and having to run from some guys who were going to show up with a cute guy."

"And what about the poor guy you brought here last night? Just going to leave him in the living room and your swimsuit in a mess on the floor?"

"..... wait what?"

You’re an alien working in their version of an airport. You’re awful at your job so they assigned you the earth portal which never has anyone come through it. Near the end of your shift, the alarm goes off and a guy in a wetsuit walks through your portal.