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so-long-soldier-writes · 7 months ago

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Dating in Your 20s

kai parker x reader

summary: it's been a while since you've been on a date, but after months of swiping right, you finally think you've found the one. or, so you thought.

tags: college au (ish), online dating, the scull bar, alcohol, use of date rape drugs / roofies, protective!kai, slightly less sociopathic!kai

word count: 2.2k

a/n: so i've been overly critical of my work lately, and haven't posted a few things i've written because i haven't thought they were good enough. but then i realized that no matter how dumb or cheesy they might be, someone might still enjoy them, so i'm going to post them anyway, especially while i get back into the swing of things. so these next few posts might not be my favorites, but i hope they still make some of you smile <3

It feels like forever since you’ve last been on a date. Ever since the tumultuous relationship with your ex, you’ve been afraid to re-enter the dating pool. It isn’t easy to find people you match with; either your hobbies align, but they’re too cocky, or the conversation’s okay, but you share nothing in common. You’ve been scouring the popular apps for months after realizing you’re ready to try again, but it hasn’t been easy.

That is, until you finally find the perfect match for you.

Two nights ago, you started talking. He’s just your type, and a great conversationalist. There’s a picture with him and his dog in his bio - a plus, and he’s void of any pictures of him holding fish - a bigger plus. The only downside is that his name starts with, “J”, but that’s the only red flag you see.

So, when he asks you on a date after a well-recovered cheesy pick-up line, you agree.

The Scull Bar. Seven o’clock.

To your own surprise, you find yourself excited.

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Conversation flows in person as well as it did on the app. He has a cute smile, and gentle wrinkles on the sides of his eyes that only appear when he laughs. He’s about a year older than you, but once you hit your twenties, that doesn’t matter too much. You talk for about an hour, sharing some details about your personal lives. School life, work life, any hobbies not previously mentioned, and some about family and friends. He mentions a crazy ex-girlfriend, which is where you reply, “same, but with my ex-boyfriend.” And while that topic made you a little uneasy, you’re still enjoying yourself, so you try not to linger on it.

As the time on your phone nears nine o’clock, you both agree to get a drink before you part ways. It is a Friday, after all, and the town is small enough that the bar is somewhat a walking distance to your dorm. Of course, you won’t tell him where you live on the first date, but you assure him you won’t be drinking and driving.

With a laugh, he nods, then you both order a round.

“I’m going to hit the bathroom real quick,” you say, needing to pee after all the water you anxiously drank before you left your house.

“Alright, no worries.”

On the opposite side of the bar, a curious eye watches the interaction. In fact, he’s been watching you the whole time, suspicious of your date. Kai thought it was weird for the man to sit at the bar, rather than an actual table. You seemed to shrug it off quickly, but the young witch has kept his sights on you just in case.

For years, Kai has learned to read people through their body language. He can smell out bad intentions from a mile away, and even though he’s never seen this man in his life, he gets them from him. Kai doesn’t know you well, either, but has seen you in the background of vampire collateral. You live in Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie’s dorm building, and every time you accidentally walk into something you shouldn’t see, Stefan or Damon have to compel it from your mind. Kai admits he feels a bit bad for all the students at Whitmore who’ve had their minds wiped a thousand times because the stupid Salvatores are always running a muck around their school.

Of course, he doesn’t usually care too much about anyone, but there’s something he likes about you. Somehow, you’ve managed to be at the scene of every crime. And while you don’t remember it, the two of you have made eye contact each time it’s happened. Then, after you’re compelled to forget, you give him the cutest quizzical look that makes his breath catch in his throat.

Kai doesn’t know enough about you to know you’d be on a date tonight, but he’s listened and observed enough to know this is your first one with this guy. And shit, as much as he doesn’t want to care, he can’t help but feel a strange protectiveness over you.

So, he’s been watching. And listening. And through your words and body, he’s learned a lot about you. But, he’s also learned a lot about your date. As you go to the bathroom for a moment, he learns a little bit more.

The man occupies himself with his phone while awaiting your return. He laughs and scrolls, laughs and scrolls, then double taps to like something, and all the while, Kai cringes. Not one minute have you been gone, and he already needs his phone to entertain him. The witch rolls his eyes and sips his own drink. As he does, the bartender slides yours and his to your date, who then thanks him with a passing glance. Kai watches him put his phone down. His hand retreats to his pocket, and his eyes search for the bathroom door. His leg bounces with slight nervousness as he discreetly pulls something out and drops it in your drink. Kai pulls his mouth off his straw, suspicious. Your date brushes off his hands and picks his phone back up. His leg continues to bounce.

In an instant, Kai slides into the seat beside him. It’s a silent and ominous trick he loves; he’d used it on Damon and Bonnie a thousand times in the prison world.

“Hey,” he taps the man once on the shoulder.

Your date spins around and jumps, hand to his heart. “Fuck! Dude, you scared me. What the hell?”

“What are you doing over here?”

“What do you mean, ‘what am I doing?’ I’m on a date, fuck off.”

“Yeah, but you’re-”

“Hey, sorry,” you return, “there was a bit of a line.”

“That’s fine. This jackass here-”

“Who is this?” You accidentally interrupt, spotting Kai. He was strangely familiar, yet not at all recognizable, as if you’d seen him in a dream.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. This jackass just slid over here and prodded me. Go away, dude.”

Kai nods to you. “Can’t do that. Hey, you said you’re on a date? That’s fun. Is it your first?”

You narrow your eyes. “What’s it matter to you?”

“Just curious.” He jabs his thumb to his old seat. An abandoned blue cocktail sits, half drunk, on the bar. “I was just sitting over there just a minute ago and happened to see your date, out of the corner of my eye, fumbling with some pill or powder type of thing. Curious thing is that he put one in your drink, but not his own.”

“What?”

“You’re full of shit,” your date grumbles, turning red, “you’re making that up.”

“Why would I make that up? I saw something, and reported it. Isn’t that the new slogan, ‘see something, say something’?”

“Did you put something in my drink while I was gone?”

“Of course not! Why would you think that? Believe this stranger over me?! Thought this date was going well, now you’re accusing me of roofies?”

“I’m not accusing, I’m just asking! Why would he say that if he didn’t suspect-?”

“God, you are turning out to be just like my ex!”

“Hey, excuse me!? It’s just a question, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

The man sighs dramatically. His mood changes on a dime. “I’m not upset, I’m just… hurt that you’d suggest that. I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N. I would never hurt you.”

You blink, confused by the sudden sulkiness. “Wha-?”

“Here’s this, alright?” Kai starts. “My sister’s a bartender here, so I know they have those little strips that you can put in drinks to test if they’ve been drugged. They’re behind the counter.” Kai reaches over the bar without asking, and pulls a box of them from god-knows-where.

“How do we know you didn’t drug it?” Your date asks Kai.

“I was over there. And why would I do that? I’m not the one on a date with the pretty girl.”

“But you sure seem to know your way around the bar.”

“Are you suggesting the bartenders spike the drinks?”

“I-”

“Right. Purple means spiked. Blue means it’s clear.” He carelessly drops a stick in and lets it float around the surface. The three of you watch curiously, but interest turns to horror as it fades into purple in a matter of seconds. “Hm.”

Suddenly, your ex fishes the paper out and flicks it onto a napkin. “This is stupid! You set me up!”

“I’m still failing to see the point where I would do that on purpose.”

“Shut the hell up, jackass. Maybe you’re just a sociopath that likes to ruin dates for fun, because you have some stupid vendetta against people that are happy.”

“Actually, I’m just looking out for her,” he looks at you, “I’ve seen my fair share of men spiking drinks around here. It’s rather pathetic, actually, that you guys are so lame that you have to hurt girls to get any attention.”

“Fuck you, man. I could have you arrested for accusing me of this bullshit.”

“On the contrary, I could have you arrested.”

He scoffs, turning to you. “You don’t believe this guy, do you?”

You bite your lip. “I don’t know. I don’t- I don’t want to.”

“You don’t. Because it’s completely ridiculous!”

“J-”

“Oh! A ‘J’ name! That should’ve been your first red flag, princess.”

He rolls his eyes again. “Fuck you. You know, I’m out. This is bullshit. Screw you both.” With that, he grabs his jacket and leaves.

You stare straight ahead, still processing what happened. After a moment, you slouch down in your chair and plant your face into the bar counter. “What the hell.”

“Sorry I ruined your date.”

You glance up at the stranger. “Did he really spike it? You saw it?”

“I wouldn’t have gotten involved if he didn’t. I’ve seen it too many times around here. A lot of the time, bartenders catch it, but they’re pretty busy today.”

“Well… thank you for noticing.” You shake your head. “Just when I was feeling comfortable enough to start dating again, someone has to go and be weird.”

Kai chuckles. “Let me buy you a drink for your troubles. Promise I won’t spike it.”

You hesitate, tempted, but a little embarrassed by the whole situation. Part of you just wants to go home and bury yourself under blankets for the rest of the night, but another part of you wants to repay the guy for his kindness. You eye him as the two plans battle in your mind, but ultimately, you sigh and nod an approval. He obviously feels bad for how your night ended and wants to help. The cute dimples are a plus.

“Same drink?”

“Nah, it’s ruined for me now. Maybe that blue thing you’re drinking over there.”

“Coming right up.”

“So I never got your name…” you ask, curious.

“Kai. You?”

“Y/N.”

“Ah, nice. Suits you.”

“Thank you. You said you have a sister who works here?”

“Yeah, the curly-haired blonde over there. To be honest, we don’t get along too well, but we have a deal. I can hang around as long as I help her and her staff stay on top of mother-disappointing college boys and their date rape drugs.”

“Really?”

“Unfortunately, this bar is full of them.”

“Well on behalf of girls everywhere, thank you.”

He half smiles. “To be honest, I had a rocky start to life. Did some bad things that landed me nowhere good; that’s why my sister and I aren’t on the best of terms. But I’m trying to be better now, and this, I think, is one good step in that direction.”

“I can get down with that. Admitting your wrongs and wanting to do better. Doubt even half the guys in here would admit their missteps.”

Your drinks arrive - Kai got a second of the one he hadn’t finished - and you both take a sip before nodding.

“Good?”

“Much needed. Thank you, again.”

“Of course. And hey, if you ever need me again, I’m usually here.”

“To be honest, I hope I don’t.” You chuckle playfully. “But, maybe I can see you anyway?” Kai’s surprised expression rattles your confidence. You stutter out the next few words, “not like, on a date or anything. Unless you’d want to. But I’m totally just cool hanging out. It’s just… it’s not everyday a cute guy saves you from a date gone-wrong. Gotta at least ask.”

The man smiles, pulling out his phone. He hands it to you to add your number. “I’d love to, whether on a date or just hanging out.”

“Really?”

“‘Course. Next Friday?”

“Works for me.”

“I have to warn you, though, I haven’t been on a date in a long time.”

“Oh before this, I haven’t either.”

“Good. I feel better already.”

You giggle, smacking his arm playfully.

The two of you stay there as you finish your drinks. Around eleven, you wrap up to go home. Kai offers to drive you, but you promise you have a short walk and a small knife in your back pocket, and he nods.

“So, see you Friday?”

He winks. “It’s a date.”

#malachai parker x reader #kai parker x reader #tvd fanfiction #tw: roofies

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scoobydoodean · 6 months ago

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Hey babes, i saw ur post ab dean and sa in 6x09 and was wondering what ur thoughts were on the headcanon that dean did underage sex work? Also have u noticed the very wierd number of times he talks about roofies / alludes to being roofied?

Hello! I don't have a tag specifically about Dean and sex work, but anything I have written or reblogged about it gets catalogued under the tag #dont objectify me! You also might be interested in my tag #dean and the family finances.

I have been asked about sex worker Dean before though and discussed some about underage sex work as well.

Dean mentions roofies (potentially) twice afaik—once explicitly in 9.13 "The Purge":

DEAN These aren't "supplements", they're roofies. SAM What? How do you know what roofies look like? DEAN How do you not know? You think I want to end up in a hotel bathtub with my kidney carved out? In Chechnya?

Then they may be referenced in 10.09 "The Things We Left Behind" where Dean describes being plied with alcohol by a group of adults at CBGB when he was way too young to be there:

DEAN: All right, so I get there. I sneak in, and it is nuts. I mean, people are drinking and they’re smoking and they’re—they’re snorting whatever. There’s a five-hundred pound guy on stage with a Mohawk just screaming. And, uh, my mind is blown. I don’t even know what to do. Then this girls walks up and she says “Hey, why don’t you come over and sit down with me and my friends at our table?” All right! SAM: Yeah, and they get him drunk. First time. DEAN: But not fun drunk. I’m not quite sure what was in that stuff, but the room starts to spin, and I feel like I’m going to puke … forever.

Dean also gets slipped drugs inside a bar in 4.05 "Monster Movie".

#mail #4.05 #10.09 #9.13 #dont objectify me!#dean and the family finances

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livvyofthelake · 2 years ago

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HONOR MY FRIEND HONOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! first of all what she chose to do showed she had heart so jot that the fuck down!!! secondly gaten matarazzo KILL YOURSELF sorry i was just really profoundly affected by this movie. thirdly yes i cried. literally what if the only truth that mattered at the center of everything was love and it was beautiful…. what if our protagonist that fucking sucks found out that the only thing worth living for was actually love all along and she was wrong to be cynical and jaded because at the end of the day she’s a good person surrounded by people she loves that love her back in equal measure and she could never truly be capable of hurting them because she has such a big big heart….. what if our protagonist was on an initially selfish journey but found real true narrative defying love along the way and in the end that was all that mattered…….

furthermore. not one side character was slacking. kennedy? my best friend i LOVE weird girls. travis? literally chad danforth if he was in a paramount plus original movie about a girl that was kind of freaky and machiavellian. his lacrosse number was literally 8. that’s chad’s number…. gary? literally ryan evans if he was in a paramount plus original etc you get it. and then they got to kiss like real people do. hashtag justice for chad and ryan where’s that paper rings amv i have to post that later. honor’s mom? literally bread IS love mrs. rose…. and the way she said she thought michael wasn’t genuine from the start…. saying that in contrast honor always has been genuine even though she doesn’t perceive herself that way… went crazy. honor’s dad? i loved your deck honor’s dad!!! talia and emma? their henchmen swag. their sidekick realness. their bff slay. and they had such fun outfits too…. they could do tanya and rosie mamma mia. diesel? maybe he was right to bully michael. i stand with him in the end fuck michael. speaking of michael i love how they NEEDED to include one little bit of gaten singing. they were like this is 100% necessary to the plot, he needs to have a little singing moment NOW. anyway. travis’s dad? slayed. ally king! he literally just wants his gay son to stop being late for practice! coach bolton core! sorry i need to stop referencing high school musical. and the creepy guidance counselor? well i don’t want to say she was right to um. roofie him. but like. idk. i mean. well. creepy guidance counselor who keeps flirting with a 17 year old girl and insinuating that he’ll help her academically if she has sex with him vs morally ambiguous teenage girl who slips him a roofie so he won’t come onto her in a seedy bar with none of her friends around. like i’m on her side there i don’t care if what she did was bad. i love it when girls do bad things <3

ALSO. THE PLAY????? when she’s like oh did i forget to mention it’s a musical? i was like UM YEAH HONOR YOU LEFT THAT OUT!!!! and i was SOOOOO exited it was crazy. that was the REAL twist of this movie. i had a lot of fun with that ending if you couldn’t tell from the all caps…. when it went back to the “men don’t have to choose between love and power, why should a woman?” line i went crazy… why should honor have to choose between love and power??? she chose love and then she STILL blackmailed that creep and got her friend into harvard! and she’ll be fine!!!!! she’ll be fine!!! oh my god it was just soooo good seriously…. and in 90ish minutes too…. i LOVE a movie that can make me cry in 90 minutes i LOVE a short movie i LOVE to experience the breadth of human emotion within 90 minutes of a short ass movie!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS is movie of the year material FINALLY we are getting some fucking CONTENDERS for this shit. i can’t believe it’s april and only like. maybe five movies i’ve watched all year have really been contenders for movie of the year. ok well it was literally winter can you even blame me. anyway!! everybody go watch honor society xoxo

#i knew there was a Twist and i suspected michael wasn’t what he seemed but i did NOT know that would happen.#i was rooting for you!! we were all rooting for you!!! kill yourself michael!!!!!!#beth.txt #hi tee thank you for telling me to watch this movie it’s sooooooo good i love honor i love you <3 #honor society

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daddyy333 · 2 years ago

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Broken | Eddie Munson x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

Word count: 6.6k

Please do not skip the TW, this is a very very very very triggering story I honestly contemplated not posting it and just writing it out for the hell of it the only reason I feel remotely comfortable doing it is because of the new mature rating feature

TW: DRUGS, BEING DRUGGED, RAPE (NOT JUST MENTIONS, THIS STORY DESCRIBES A PERSON BEING RAPED IN PRETTY VIVID DETAIL), SUICIDE, SUICIDE ATTEMPT (NOT JUST MENTIONS, THIS STORY DESCRIBES A PERSON TRYING TO TAKE THEIR LIFE IN VIVID DETAIL), THERAPY, DEPRESSION, MENTIONS OF BEING ON MEDICATION FOR MENTAL ILLNESS, LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANY

summary: another girl does things to Eddie without his consent, and it only gets worse from there

Story begins after the cut

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“Hey, sexy” a tall blonde said as she tapped Eddie on the shoulder. Eddie was relaxing at the bar after his show at the Hideout. He planned to finish this beer and then call you to bring him home since you made him stop driving drunk, even if it was only one beer.

The woman slipped a roofie in his beer and he turned around, grabbing it to take a sip absentmindedly. He chuckled and said “I’m flattered, miss, but I have a girlfriend back home who I am very much in love with. No thanks,” he gave her a sympathetic smile and she sighed.

She reached forward playing with his hair and he tried to pull back but she wouldn’t let up. He felt really uncomfortable but didn’t know what else to do except wait it out. He kept rejecting her, sipping on his beer the entire time until about 10 minutes went by and he felt woozy and unstable.

“You okay?” She asked and he cleared his throat. He sighed and said “c-can you help me to the bathroom? I think I h-had too much to drink” “sure,” she said and got up, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around her waist and quickly getting him to the hotel across the street.

“Hey- hey w-what are you doing? Stop, please I just- can you call me a cab or something?” He said and she sighed, shoving him in the room and locking the door. He stumbled, grabbing onto a dresser and trying to get to the door.

“No- no I have a girlfriend. Please, I don’t want to have sex with you” he said and she groaned. She slapped him and then pushed him on the bed, he felt so weak, so dizzy. He whimpered and tried to push her off but it wasn’t working, how the hell could she possibly be stronger than him, she’s like half his size.

That’s when it hit him. He’s been drugged.

“Hey, hey- fuck- I-I said no! Get o-off of me I said m- no, I don’t want to h-have sex with you!” he yelled and she slapped him again, getting his shirt off of him. He whimpered and kept trying to push her off even though his muscles felt like jello.

She got his pants off and he let out a sob, he didn’t think this actually happened to men. Sure, he’d heard of it but you it was more common to hear about a girl being raped buy a man twice her size. He felt pathetic, how could this tiny woman have so much power over him, enough to keep him from getting out from under her.

“Please- stop! N-No- no!” He said, kicking his legs as she took off his underwear. She kept trying to make him hard, and it wasn’t working because the last thing he was was horny right now. He couldn’t stop crying, he just hoped you would believe him that he didn’t want this and it wasn’t his fault.

“Get off! I don’t w-want th-this- please stop!” He cried, trying endlessly to push her away. She sighed, grabbing him and shoving him into her. He screamed, kicking his legs out and trying to hit her and get her off of him.

“No! No- stop!” He cried and she pinned his arms down about his head, grinding on his completely soft penis. He sobbed and sobbed, she kept hitting him, most on his body and a few times in his face. She started kissing his neck, suckling a hickey onto it.

He felt so stupid, she was so small how could he not push her off. He screamed and screamed, crying for help. She stuffed his mouth with the bedsheet, muffling his cries and screams.

She came twice on him, and then went to the bathroom to clean herself up. Eddie whimpered, breathing hard from his tears. He felt so weak, so vulnerable, so pathetic. He passed out from how hard he was crying, upset that this happened to him, worried that you wouldn’t believe him, wondering what the hell life would even be like without you in it.

She left him there, and when he woke up the sun had risen. He sat up and winced, there was bruising all over his body, and he felt like shit. He teared up, remembering what happened to him last night and then thinking of you. He stood up, his body shaking from the crying and the trauma of it all.

He cleaned himself up and put his clothes back on, tears continuously running down his cheeks. He got in his van and drove home, becoming more numb as the minutes passed. He stopped crying, he just stopped feeling anything.

“Eddie?! Where the fuck have you been? You were gone all fucking night, you said you’d call me around midnight to pick you up, it’s 11am what the hell is wrong with you?” You said, angry and frustrated after hours of worrying sick about him.

He looked up and said “I-I’m sorry, okay just…l-let me explain-” “the hickeys on your neck tell me all I need to know. You piece of shit!” You said and shoved him going to his room to get your stuff. He wasn’t going to stop you. It was easier to tell you he cheated than to tell you a tiny little woman managed to drag a full grown man into a hotel room and rape him and go through everything that happened to him and say those things out loud.

You came back out a few minutes later, all your stuff in a box he hadn’t gotten around to throwing away yet. You ripped off the heart locket he bought you on your 1 year anniversary and said “fuck you, Eddie Munson!”

The floodgates opened again, and now he was feeling the after effects of the roofie. He ran to the bathroom, throwing up over and over again till his stomach ached with emptiness. He whimpered, sitting against the wall as he sobbed.

He should’ve fought harder, he wanted to. But he couldn’t, not when the truth was so embarrassing. Wayne was upset at him for “cheating” on you too, and even threatened to kick him out. It broke him, making him slice into his forearms enough to make him dizzy from blood loss.

Everyone noticed he was down at school, and he even cancelled Hellfire. The boys knew you two had broken up but they didn’t know why. Now, sitting on his bathroom floor a little over a week after everything went down with a fresh razor in his hand and his suicide letters to you and Wayne sitting on the toilet, he felt so broken.

He wished he would’ve just told you the truth, maybe you would’ve believed him. He could’ve been in your arms, being comforted by you and being loved by you. But he had to be a fucking pussy and he had to just let you go instead of admitting what really happened. God he felt like such a fucking idiot.

He contemplated not doing it for a moment, wondering if maybe this wasn’t a good idea. He didn’t let himself think about what this would do to Wayne, he just wanted to feel better and if it hurt Wayne in the process he wasn’t going to let it affect him at this point. He had nothing to lose, you were the last good thing in his life.

He sliced deep in his wrists, groaning from the pain. He watched the blood pour out, pain erupting in his body. He cried and cried, whimpering your name a few times. He just wanted you so bad. He heard a muffled sound of the door opening, he didn’t realize Wayne would be home so soon.

“Sh- shit” he mumbled, more tears running down his cheeks. He felt his heart rate slowing and was struggling to breathe, but he didn’t regret it. It made him feel better. “Eddie? Eddie where the hell are- holy shit- what the hell?! Eddie what the fuck did you do?!” He yelled, bending down and grabbing his wrists and realizing the severity of the situation as his eyes filled with tears.

“No….l-let me die” he whispered hoarsely, Wayne let out a shaky breath, dragging him to the phone in the kitchen and dialing 911 with bloody hands. “P-Please, please you have to help, m-my nephew- he tried to kill himself. He sliced his wrists, he’s bleeding so much- fuck!” He said and trapped the phone between his ear and shoulder so he could keep pressure on the cuts with kitchen towels.

Eddie groaned, his lips turning blue and the throbbing in his wrists getting unbearable. He talked to the lady on the line, telling her the address and making sure to keep pressure on his wrists.

“Don’t tell me to calm down- god damn it, boy don’t you die on me. Keep your fucking eyes open!” He said and shook him. He sobbed softly, holding him as he realized he might have to bury his poor little nephew. He whimpered when the ambulance arrived, really hoping it wasn’t too late.

They got him to the hospital, Wayne sat in the waiting room for hours, covered in Eddie’s blood. Tears never stopped flowing, he couldn’t get that image of him on the bathroom floor out of his mind.

With shaky hands, he pulled the notes out of his pockets and put yours back once he realized which was which. He wasn’t going to read yours, that wasn’t his place.

I’m sorry, Uncle Wayne. I know this probably hurts you a lot, and I’m sorry you had to find me like that. But I couldn’t take it anymore. I’ve just been going through a lot since losing y/n, and there’s other stuff I’ve been dealing with that no one knows about that’s too hard for me to handle anymore. This wasn’t an easy choice to make, but I can’t keep living such a miserable life. I’ve got nothing left, I’m 20 and I’m still in highschool, I lost the best thing that ever happened to me and I’ve got nothing but the same miserable life ahead of me. I wish I could stay for you, but the only way I’ll feel better is if I’m not here anymore. I’m so sorry Uncle Wayne. I love you so much, please don’t be mad at me.

Wayne felt like shit. He should’ve known something was seriously wrong. Maybe if he got a better job he could be home more and he could realize his nephew was thinking about taking his life. He promised Eddie he’d always take care of him and protect him, and he broke that promise.

God only knows how much time passed by, but eventually the doctors came and called for the “Family of Edward Munson”. He instantly stood up and they explained to him that Eddie was stable, but he lost a lot of blood. It’s going to take a long time to recover and he’s going to have to stay on suicide watch for at least a week and if he’s okay to go home after that he can with a year of mandatory therapy twice a week.

When he got to Eddie’s room Eddie was unconscious, bandages around his wrists and an oxygen mask on him. “We uhm…also noticed some kind of bruising, like he was beat up possibly. I know you said you aren’t home a lot and we don’t suspect you but do you know anyone in his life that could be hurting him physically?” The doctor asked and Wayne gasped.

“B-Bruising? Eddie’s being hit? God, I-I don’t know who would do that, I’d never lay a hand on my boy. I-I’ll find out that’s for damn sure” he said and they nodded. Wayne sat next to him with a shaky breath, grabbing one of Eddie’s hands that was tied to the bed so if and when he did wake up he couldn’t hurt himself.

Wayne cried softly, resting his head on the edge of the mattress. “I’m so fucking sorry, Eddie. This shouldn’t have happened to you. You shouldn’t have ever felt like this, I promised I’d protect you from everything and I-I broke my promise, Ed. I just wish you would’ve talked to me. I would’ve listened with open ears, I would’ve gone in late to work if you needed me to, I would’ve given everything to not see you bleeding out on my damn floors” he said and sighed shakily, sniffling.

He stayed with him all night until a nurse kindly encouraged him to go home and clean up and shower and stuff. He got home and could barely handle the sight of his nephew’s blood all over the trailer. He grabbed the phone and called you, knowing that’s what Eddie would probably want.

“Y/l/n residence” you said softly and he sighed. He took a deep breath and said “hey, y/n…it’s me, Wayne. Look, uhm, something happened to Eddie, something really really bad and I’d really appreciate it if you could come to the trailer for a bit…please” You were quiet for a few moments, he thought you were getting ready to hang up but then you said “yea, yes I can do that Wayne. Plus I should probably give him his stuff back”

You two hung up and he changed his clothes and showered, crying the entire time. He couldn’t stop looking at all the blood, he couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie.

He was sitting on the porch smoking a cigarette when you arrived. You could see him crying and your heart dropped, you thought he was exaggerating. You’d always have a special place for Wayne in your heart so you came anyway, but obviously something really bad had happened.

You ran over and wiped his tears, frantically asking what happened. He let out a shaky breath and said “Eddie uhm…Eddie tried to take his own life. I found him in time and was able to get him to a hospital but he’s really weak and he’s gonna be in recovery for a while. I’m not sure why, exactly. He wrote notes for just me and you, but I haven’t read yours and I don’t plan on it” “oh god…” you sobbed, your hand over your mouth in an attempt to keep you from crying.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart” he said and pulled you into his embrace. You whimpered and said “Wh-What if it was b-because of me?” “No, no sweetheart he wouldn’t do that to you. I’m sure it was more than that” he said and you cried into his chest, you couldn’t believe Eddie was so upset about the breakup, that it would drive him to do this.

“You can come see him if you’d like. You don’t have to” Wayne said and you nodded, standing up and reached for Wayne’s hand. He drove you to the hospital as you read the letter, more tears running down your cheeks.

Hi, y/n. I hope that this doesn’t hurt you too much, it probably won’t considering you hate my guts after what I did. But it all just got to be too much and I didn’t know what else to do. It’s not your fault, babe, I promise. Please don’t blame yourself, I did this because I wanted to. Now that I’m gone and you don’t have to deal with me anymore I just want to let you know that I didn’t cheat on you. I don’t really want to tell you what actually happened, it’s honestly just embarrassing but I hope you know I’d never ever hurt you like that. I hope you get to move on and find a guy that can actually support you, a guy with a dumb college degree and I hope you get a white picket fence and those 2 babies you wanted and I hope you get everything you ever wanted because that’s all I want for you. I love you so much baby, I wish only the best for you. See you soon, my love

When you got to the hospital you were a mess. You just couldn’t believe Eddie was feeling this way and didn’t tell anybody. Didn’t go to anyone for help. Maybe he didn’t want help. Maybe he really didn’t want to be here anymore. What if he was upset when he saw you?

He was still unconscious, and you sat down in the chair Wayne pulled up for you and held Eddie’s hand. He sighed and said “I’m gonna go try to eat something, will you be okay with him alone?” “Mhm. Thank you Wayne” you said and he smiled.

You sighed shakily, pressing a small kiss to Eddie’s hand. “I still love you. Like, a lot. I don’t know what you meant when you said you didn’t actually cheat on me but…it’s fine. Even if you did, I love you too much to actually let you go forever. So I need you here. Alive, and happy, and in my arms for the rest of our miserable little lives. I love you, Ed’s. I love you. Please, please open your fucking eyes so I know your okay” you said, your lip beginning to tremble.

You buried your head into the mattress, whimpering and crying softly. A few minutes passed, and you felt Eddie squeeze your hand slightly. You looked up and said “Ed’s? Eddie? Eddie, wake up. Come on, I felt you squeeze my hand, you got this”

He groaned and a few minutes later his eyes fluttered open. You cried even more, burying your face in the mattress again. “Hi…are you okay? Do you remember what happened?” You asked and he instantly teared up at the sight of you.

You sniffled and he said “mhm…” “okay…let me call the nurses to check on you. You’ve been out for a while,” you said and pressed the nurses button next to him. They did a little check up, concluded that he was doing well and let you be with him. Eddie was on his side now, tears pouring out non stop.

He wasn’t talking to you. He refused. He didn’t ask to have you kicked out but he wouldn’t talk to you. You stood up, your breath shaky and gasping as you tried not to cry more. You whimpered, seeing Wayne come down the hallway. “He- H-He won’t talk to me. He w-woke up and he’s fine, b-but he’s not talking” you said and got out of there as fast as you could.

You sat on a bench outside and let your head fall into your hands, sobs racking your body. You didn’t know what to do, you felt like this was all your fault. If you would’ve just stayed 5 more minutes maybe Eddie would’ve been able to tell you something that could’ve prevented this.

You still took care of him. When he was released about a week and a half later you got time off of work and still took care of him. You called a cleaning service for Wayne the day after you found out about everything and Wayne was forever grateful. You also went in and picked up some of the clutter around the trailer, but you didn’t mess with Eddie’s room because that’s his crazy little organized mess he has.

You made sure he ate at least once a day and got him in the shower every once in a while. It’s been nearly a month, he still barely talks to you. Or Wayne. Or anyone really. The kids were ripping the door off the hinges every damn day wanting to know why they couldn’t see and hangout with Eddie and it was hard not telling them but you barely knew the truth yourself.

He’s been going to therapy, but the therapist said he doesn’t talk much. But in your head that meant he was saying something so maybe he was trying to open up a little. Hopefully. You’re constantly worried he’s going to try again, that you’re going to go to the store or something and come back and find him the same way Wayne did.

He’s also been having nightmares, about what is the question. He won’t talk about them at all, to anyone. He pushes you off of him every time you try to calm him down. You felt overwhelmed constantly, risking losing your job just to stay and take care of him, turning your whole life into caring for him and barely getting a thank you in return.

He hadn't been eating much in the last few days, and he wasn’t sleeping either because he’d been having a lot of nightmares and he kept being so angry and aggressive and harsh towards you, you couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Why are you even here? I don’t need you anymore, I’m fine” “will you quit shoving food down my throat all the damn time? It’s so fucking annoying” “Stop bothering me, damn it”

You knew he was going through a lot and hopefully probably didn’t mean it but it still hurt. You thought you were being helpful, and supportive but it was obvious that you were only bothering him at this point. At least he talked to you today.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Wayne said as he got out of his truck. You were smoking a cigarette, tears streaming down your face as you thought about everything. “I’m fine, Wayne. Go get some sleep” you said and he sighed. He sat next to you and took the cigarette from you. He took a drag and said “it’s bad for you, now tell me what’s going on” he put it out and you sniffled.

“It’s just…Eddie’s been a little mean today. I-I guess I’m more sensitive than usual or something, it doesn’t usually bother me but today it did and I don’t know I can’t handle it anymore. Most of what he says is true anyways, about how he doesn’t need me anymore and I should stop bothering him. He’s…he’s fine now, he really doesn’t need me. At this point why the hell am I even staying here? We’re not together anymore, he can take care of himself. I guess I’m just doing it for me at this point, which is selfish as shit but- fuck, how am I just supposed to live the rest of my life without Eddie in it?” You said, wiping your tears away and letting out a shaky breath.

Wayne shook his head and said “I don’t know who raised that boy to be so damn disrespectful but it wasn’t me” He stood up, presumably to go yell at Eddie. You grabbed his wrist, stopping him from doing it and said “I- I don’t want you to yell at him, okay? He’s just going through a lot, he’s not himself right now. I don’t want to mess up whatever healing he has done so far”

“Y/n…he can’t treat you like this, it’s rude and disrespectful to you and your time you take to be here for him and to care for him” he said and you sighed. You let go and he bent down kissing your head. “I’m gonna go talk to him, okay? I’m not gonna yell, I’m just gonna talk” he said and you nodded.

Wayne knocked on his door and he heard Eddie sigh, sounding like he was annoyed. He opened the door and shook his head, he honestly couldn’t believe Eddie had the nerve to be this rude to you.

“I just found y/n crying on the porch smoking a cigarette because of you. Care to explain why you’re being extremely disrespectful and rude to her when she’s trying to take care of you and help you get better?” He asked and Eddie’s eyes widened a little.

You quit smoking a year ago, you didn’t care that Eddie still did it but you quit because it was expensive and it is really bad for you. It was obvious that this was really affecting you by the fact that you went back to smoking to relieve your stress.

“I just- I-I’m fine now. I don’t need her. I just don’t get why she’s still here” he said and Wayne rolled his eyes. He folded his arms and said “god damn it, Eddie, you cheated on her and she came right back to you to help you heal and get better. She could have thrown that note away and chose to let you suffer for the rest of your life but she chose to stay and to be here for you damn it. You don’t treat a woman like that, especially not the woman who’s taking care of you after you did what you did. I didn’t raise you like that”

“for fuck sake- I didn’t cheat on her!” Eddie said and Wayne scoffed. “Well then what happened huh? You had hickies for days, you didn’t leave the bathroom for hours cause you were so fucked up from whatever you did the night before, that all just happened all of a sudden?” he asked and Eddie sighed shakily.

His gorgeous puppy dog eyes filled with tears as he said “n-no god damn it I-I was drugged, r-raped and left in a h-hotel room by some girl after m-my set. Believe it or not, okay, but guys really do get raped too. My p-pathetic ass was barely able to speak full sentences, let alone p-push this girl off of me. I t-told her no so many times, I-I begged her to stop and she wouldn’t! I couldn’t stand to look so we-weak in y/n’s eyes and tell her that I couldn’t fight off a 100 pound girl, i-it’s too fucking embarassing and i-it’s easier if she just thi-thinks I cheated”

“Eddie…” Wayne said and Eddie sobbed. He scoffed and said “I-I know. I know it’s f-fucking ridiculous. I-I swear I- I-I didn’t want it” “hey, hey I believe you. I believe you, Eddie” he said, that explained all the bruises on him. Wayne sat next to him and pulled him into a hug, trying to calm him down.

“so…f-fucking pathetic!” he sobbed and Wayne quietly shushed him, smoothing his hair down. He calmed him down and kept trying to convince him to tell you, but he wouldn’t. He didn’t want you to not believe it, it felt like a miracle that Wayne believed him. He wouldn’t be able to handle it if you didn’t believe him.

You cooked dinner that night as usual, and made more than enough for the three of you but couldn’t eat it. You were filled with stress, and all that stress took away your appetite. “I uhm…I’m gonna go. Like, permanently. Eddie c-clearly doesn’t need me anymore and we aren’t together so it’s not like I have a reason to be here anymore. I have my own life and I’ve spent enough of my time here anyways…” you said to Wayne, your stuff gathered up in your arms.

He bit his lip, trying not to say anything. He knew Eddie would kill him if he did, and he really wanted to, but he knew it wasn’t his place. “Okay uh…thanks for taking care of him” Wayne said and you nodded. You put your stuff in your car and then went back inside to say goodbye to Eddie.

“Hey…” you said as you came in, hoping he wouldn’t tell you to go away. He didn’t say anything, so you sat down next to him and said “I’m gonna…gonna go. You’re capable of taking care of yourself now, and it seems like I’m only bothering you at this point so I’m just gonna go. I hope you’ll be okay, Ed’s, and I want you to promise me you’ll go to therapy like you’re supposed to”

It took him a minute to muster up a response, the lump in his throat making it hard to talk. “mhm I promise” he said and you sighed. You kissed his cheek and left, and you’d think with how much he regretted not stopping you the first time he wouldn’t make the same mistake when he got a second chance but he did. He didn’t stop you, he just let you leave.

Uncle Wayne came in a few minutes later and said “you’re really not going to tell her? You’re just gonna let her go?” “I c-can’t…I just can’t do it, o-okay? She deserves b-better anyways” he said and Wayne sighed. He shook his head and left him alone, what else could he do? He couldn’t knock some sense into the little idiot so he was just gonna have to let it go.

Eddie got to a better place, he really went to therapy like he promised and eventually told his therapist what happened. He wasn’t the same, but he finished school and got a real job, and could almost afford to move out of Wayne’s trailer if he wanted. He was on some medications to help his mental health issues, and Wayne was really happy to see him doing better.

He still missed you tons. He thought about you everyday, all the time. Always listening in when he heard someone talking about you, Steve and Robin still kept in touch and subtly told him things about her to hopefully get him to make a move. They did the same with her, knowing these two absolutely could not go the rest of their lives without ever seeing each other again.

They didn’t know about why you and him broke up, or about what happened that night before you broke up, but they did know about his suicide attempt. When he told them, they were in complete and total shock. But they were relieved to hear he was in therapy and he was taking medication, and he was getting better. The friend group always asked each other if they were doing okay every once in a while, but they especially did after finding out Eddie had ever felt low enough to do that.

He wanted to see you again so bad, to hear your voice, feel your lips on his, hear your heartbeat as you cuddled up on his couch watching a crappy movie like you used to do all the time. The way you two left things was so messed up, he regrets every mean word he said to you.

So when you showed up on his door to see him, on purpose, he was shocked. It’d been about 5 months since you left “for good”, and he could tell something was up. “Y/n?” He asked and you took a deep breath.

“Hi uhm…I need you, Eddie. I tried to be okay without you and sure, I was fine…for like 4 days and then it sucked and it still sucks. A lot. I tried moving on, I tried going on dates and they all were total shitshows and 4 out of 7 of them just wanted sex so there’s that and honestly I don’t know if it was them that was the problem. I already hate myself for coming back after you cheated but I literally can’t be with anyone else. I need you and your creaky trailer and messy hair and your chocolate button eyes and your crazy music taste and your loud and perfect and cute little personality and I just….I need you. There’s no getting around that but I swear to god if you cheat on me again I’m gonna blow a fucking gasket” you said and he stood there, shocked for a moment.

“I’m sorry…” you said and he shook his head. He cleared his throat and said “no, no…it’s okay…it’s just, I-I mean I wasn’t expecting that you know cause I…I-” “I should go” you said and tried to turn around, but he stopped you. You sighed and said “Eddie I’m sorry that was not what I mean to do I just- just let me go we can pretend it didn’t happen”

“I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen I just…I’m shocked a little…” he said and you sighed, leaning against the railing next to the steps. He looked down and said “So what does this mean?” “I-I don’t know” you said and he cleared his throat.

“Can you come inside please?” He asked and you nodded. Wayne groaned from his spot on the couch. “Will you two just kiss already? Worst romance movie ever. Just wrap it up and don’t be too loud. I have work in the morning” he said and you chuckled nervously, not realizing he was there the whole time whilst Eddie was blushing with embarrassment.

He dragged you away and flipped Wayne off before he closed his bedroom door. He chuckled and went back to watching a movie. You sat on the edge of the bed, Eddie shoved some stuff out of the bed and sat next to you. “Ed’s-” you tried to say but he cut you off.

“I-I was raped” he blurted, tears instantly filling his eyes. He let out a shaky breath and said “that morning…the night before w-we broke up…I was drugged by a girl and she took me back to a hotel or something and she…forced me down and f-forced herself on me and raped me. I promise I-I didn’t want it, I b-begged her to stop, y/n…s-she wouldn’t- sh- she just kept g-going I felt so stupid cause I could barely fight b-back but I swear I didn’t w-want it”

“Hey…hey, shh, it’s okay. I believe you, Eddie. I believe you” you said, pulling him into a hug. He buried his head into your shoulder, wrapping his arms tight around you. He needed this. Needed you, your arms around him, his arms around you. He needed this more than anything.

“I believe you…god, as soon as I find that fucking cunt I’m gonna put her ass 6 feet under” you said and he whimpered. He sniffled and said “don’t…please,” “Eddie…she needs to be in jail for what she did to you” you said and he let out a small sob.

You kissed his head and said “I’m so sorry, Eddie. I should’ve been there for you. Y-You shouldn’t have had to deal with that alone…I-I know I couldn’t” “it’s okay…y-you didn’t know, it wasn’t y-your fault” he said and you sighed shakily.

“I didn’t even give you a chance to explain w-what happened” you said and he pulled away. You held his hand, playing with his rings as he said “I probably would have reacted the same. I-It’s ok, y/n. I promise” “I’m so sorry Ed’s” you said, tears spilling down your cheeks, your voice broken.

He smiled sadly, wiping your tears away. He took a deep breath and said “it’s fine…i-it happened and I need to move on from it cause what else am I gonna do” You whimpered, nodding. You sniffled and said “are you going to therapy and stuff?”

“Yea, yea. I promised, didn’t I? She’s good, and I think I’ve actually needed therapy my whole life but didn’t really know. I-I talk a lot about you actually” he admitted, looking down so you didn’t see him blushing. You bit your lip and then said “yea?” “Shut up” he said and sniffled.

It was silent again for a few moments, both of you looking at each other through tear-filled eyes. “C-Can we please get back together?” He asked all of a sudden and you both chuckled. You nodded and he looked so relieved, and so happy.

“I’d kill to be your girlfriend” you said and he blushed softly. You bit your lip and said “can I kiss you?…please?” His eyes widened and he nodded, making you chuckle. You slowly scooted closer, cupping his cheeks. His eyes flickered down to your mouth for a moment, obviously nervous.

“Are you sure?” You asked and he nodded, moving in to press his lips against yours. He put his hands on your waist and thigh, urging you closer. You chuckled and said “woah…hey there,” “hi” he said and you both chuckled.

He leaned in again, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip. You let him, swirling your tongues together and making out like it’s your last time. You giggled, pressing your foreheads together as you pulled away for air.

He tried to kiss you again and said “Ed’s, I have to breathe” “I just…I miss you” he said, pecking your lips lightly. You shook your head and kissed him again. He eventually started to cry again which got you worried.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” You asked and he chuckled, sniffling. He sighed shakily and said “I’m- I-I’m just really happy. It’s been…hard, without you. B-But you’re back and w-we’re making out in my room, and I just- I love you” You gasped softly, you didn’t think he’d be ready to be as intimate as making out yet, much less saying “I love you”.

“Yea?” You said softly, wiping his tears away. You kissed him gently and said “I love you too” He smiled from ear to ear, blushing like crazy. You giggled and he kissed you a million more times.

Wayne’s heat bursted when he went to check on you two before going to bed and found you sleeping, Eddie curled up into you as you held his much taller and generally larger body as best you could. He was ecstatic to see his boy happy again, and to see the person who makes him happiest back in his life again.

A few weeks later, Eddie reported what happened to the police and thanks to footage from the bar and the outside of the hotel, police identified her and arrested her. She got sentenced to 12 years in prison with no chance of parole, you personally thought she should’ve gotten the death penalty.

It took a lot out of him to see her face to face again, but he stayed strong knowing that he could put an end to what she’s been doing, since 6 other men came forward with their stories involving her when the news of the trial hit the Hawkins Post. You were so proud of him, supporting him as best you could through such a difficult time.

About 2 years later he proposed, and you two made love for the first time since everything that happened. It was gentle, slow, and you really made sure Eddie was okay and made the night about him mostly. He wanted to cry a little, he just felt so lucky to have you and that you gave him a second chance and he was going to spend the rest of his life with you.

When he told you he was ready to stop going to therapy you bursted into tears, felt like just yesterday you’d gotten that call from Wayne, the phone call that shattered your heart. And yet here you were 5 years later, on the couch in your small yet perfect little house as your husband of three years, who was as healthy as can be mentally and physically, felt at your baby bump for kicks. Felt like a dream to even be here with him.

“I’m so proud of you Ed’s…I love you so much” you said, running your hands through his hair as his read rested on your bump. He smiled softly, you got like this every once in a while, just thinking about things and how much you appreciate knowing he was okay and he was happy. “Thank you, babe. I’m proud of you two, I know growing this crazy little guy isn’t easy. I love you more” he said and kissed your bump, looking up at you. You rolled your eyes and said “not possible, bub”

Taglist: @readsalot73

As of now I’m writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddissy

Maya Hawke

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and I’ll add you :)

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfiction

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docholligay · 2 years ago

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WHAT DOES EVERYONE IN THIS DAMN SHOW WANT

Okay so, full disclosure: At first I thought the jet was the castle like, nyooming through the sky or something and I cackled. It’s not, I’m just a weirdo. I guess they use the jet to get to the castle? Is…lightly suggested? Which is interesting if you think about how when we were having all that sexual tension/disrobing going on between Utena and Anthy, when she showed her the scabbard (?) inside of her, the jet engines were firing up and taking off. So I can’t think they’re NOT related.

But ISN’T THIS INTERESTING. And do we believe it? I’m not sure I do, except in the sense that I think the castle is a fata morgana and doesn’t exist. (Holligay you literally just said you don’t believe it except that it’s true OKAY SHUT UP)

What I mean is, I think whatever manifestation of power can be effected by the Rose Bride, I think Anthy has seen it. I don’t personally know right now what my full conception of Anthy’s power is, and how much influence I think Akio has. It’s all over the place in a way that’s really surprising for me considering we have like half an hour of movie left. But I don’t think there are things that are truly UNKNOWN to her. I think if there were a castle, she would have seen what’s inside of it, but I really think all that’s inside it is Akio roofieing his own sister, so that’s grand.

Do we think Utena’s wishes are even secret? Certainly, not the Touga one, because fucking Juri knows about Touga, and I love Juri very much but would not necessarily call her God’s most emotionally intelligent being.

But what if there’s other wishes, and what if those wishes have something to do with Anthy? What if this whole thing is a metaphor for repressed lesbianism? What if the castle in the sky is the idea of this mythical relationship, just like any other, but there are girls, in the way that many of us when we were young imagined, but it’s an illusion? No relationship is ever that sort of thing, they’re messy and difficult and take work, even if you’re free to be gay. Is the whole point to fight to find that out?

OR, is all this bullshit about castles and wishes just another one of Anthy’s ways of getting her to stay within the system, because this seems to strongly suggest that this entire conversation is going on post-coitally, and specifically mentioning that “hey you shouldn’t throw away this golden opportunity” is a little timeshare salesman to me considering what I personally know about the duels.

In any case, Utena’s getting her ass beat.

#Doc waches Utena #Utena Movie

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cabensonsgirly · 3 years ago

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👼My riddled heart, I had to cradle back together just to see. It's all like magic to me, you do magic, baby. (Billie Dean Howard)[NSFW]👼

Billie Dean Howard x Fem!reader

👼Part 8 of SP characters getting reader pregnant👼

Co-authored with @billiedeannovak even though she’ll deny it in the court of law. (All yours, jellybean.)

👼Wordcount: 6738👼

👼Posted on AO3: Read Here👼

👼Content: Mentions of rape, roofies, homophobia, pregnancy, mentions of vom, angst, fluff👼

👼She laughs lightly “Just so happens one of my birthday requests is letting me spoil you.” She goes wide-eyed “Macarons??” She moves out of your arms and heads to the kitchen, opening the fridge as she looks for them, whining when she can’t see them “Where are they?”👼

Today was your girlfriend’s birthday, a day that was supposed to be fun, relaxing, and full of love was now causing a great deal of distress to you, why? Well because Billie had invited your parents to a birthday lunch. Your very homophobic, old-world-view parents. Sure you had your friend with her long-term girlfriend Constance, and Billie was right by your side too, but the mere fact that your parents were sitting at the same table as you was enough to set you on edge.

“So my parents are meeting Billie, hooray, and the good thing is that they’re going to be so exasperated about your age gap so they will hopefully forget about my relationship. No offense of course Constance and Amelie.”

“None taken, dear. Whatever makes this easier for you.” Constance had been uncharacteristically kind to you recently, but you weren’t going to complain, it was nice.”

When your parents did arrive, you spent the entire time unable to eat the plate of food you had ordered nor were you able to relax even the slightest, every single minute you spent analysing your parents’ faces to. They had assumed that Billie was a guy because of her name, so that went down real well when they found out she was a woman, an older woman, and a celebrity on top of that. Although they were more disturbed by the age-gap between your mate and Constance.

Billie notices your discomfort and stands up “Well, it’s been lovely meeting you both, but I have my family arriving soon so I will walk you out to your car” she shakes their hands then take them out to their car, biting her tongue so that she doesn’t chew them out for how they treat you. She waves them off as they drive away before returning back inside where she returns to her seat by your side. “My family aren’t coming for lunch, but it seems like we all needed some less” she gestures vaguely with her hand “discomfort. They will, however, be at ours for dinner.”

She picks up her drink and takes a sip from it before turning to look at you, her hand resting on your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze “Sweetheart? How about you have some of my food, yeah? Just a little bit, or we can get you some fruit salad if you prefer.” You shake your head and cover your mouth with your hand, willing what minimal food you have had to stay down. “No- No, I’m okay, thank you. We can just take it” you look at the food as though it would make you sick, even the mere thought of eating it now made you feel ill “Take it home and I’ll eat something later. Your parents are still coming so we’re still having dinner.”

Billie nods and presses a kiss to your head then signals for a waiter to come over, asking if they can put the food in to-go boxes. “Have you had any water today, baby?” You nod, passing your friend’s daughter Athena a cracker “I…threw it all up in the bathroom earlier though…Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart. It’s okay” she strokes your hair gently, kissing your temple “How about we head home and just relax, yeah?” You had the distinct feeling that Billie knew you were about to get a migraine as a thank you for the stress from today’s events. Sometimes she knew well before you did, and you were left wondering if it had anything to do with her medium abilities.

“I still need to decorate the cake, and finish the macarons before your parents get here, mi amour.” She laughs lightly and shake her head “My love, you need to take it easy. How about you sit at the kitchen island and tell me how to do it. It’ll give you a chance to be in charge for once.” You laugh and roll your eyes “A chance? I’m in charge more often than you think, baby. I love you but you’re not decorating your own birthday cake.”

Amelie just about chokes on her drink before she start laughing “You have Billie Dean Howard- The Billie Dean fuc- Dean Howard whipped??” Billie scoffs “Oh please, I’m not whipped. She just likes thinking she has control.” Constance raises her eyebrows in amusement “Then why’re you blushing so hard, Billie?”

Billie rolls her eyes and takes another sip from her drink “Constance I’m not- I don’t need all of you ganging up on me.” You laugh more, holding your stomach “I think I have control? Would you like me to retell a certain even that happened well before we got together? To highlight the fact that I can take the control when I- Ouch! No need to pinch my thigh!”

Billie clears her throat “Anyway, I think we should be leaving, yes? Afterall you won’t let me ice my own cake so we better get ready for tonight.” Amelie giggles “Billie Dean and Yn sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Billie Dean is whipped” she cracks an imaginary whip. Billie laughs at this “Oh now you are just projecting, Amelie.”

You turn to look at your friend “I don’t need a whip to have her do what I want.” Before you move over and get Athena dressed so your friend doesn’t have to worry about it for once. Over the table you grin at Billie “You might not get to ice your own cake, but you’ll still be sitting at the kitchen island.”

Amelie laughs “Who woulda thunk it. You having Billie Dean wrapped around your finger. What an achievement.” Billie huffs and rolls her eyes, trying to ignore her burning cheeks “I’m not whipped. I- I don’t think it’s appropriate for that to happen when my parents are due and- and there’s a child in the room.” You give your friend a fist-bump after you finish zipping up the baby’s tiny jacket and walk over to Billie, pecking her cheek. “Baby you’re burning” you gently hold the back of your hand to her forehead “Are you alright, love?”

Your friend smiles as she picks Athena up, desperately trying not to laugh as Billie’s cheek darken further. “I’m fine. I’m okay, it’s just really hot in here. I need some fresh air. It’s been lovely seeing you Amelie and Constance.” Billie grabs your wrist and walks with you out of the restaurant briskly, mumbling “You are such a brat.”

You quickly wave goodbye to Amelie and Constance. Outside you try your best to contain your laughter “Oh baby, don’t you like that very much?” Whilst feigning a pout. Billie moves you until you’re both out of view then lets go of your wrist to cup your cheeks with both hands before kissing you fiercely, only pulling away when she hears someone wolf-whistling. “You are- God” She looks around in her purse for her car keys “Trouble. Just trouble.”

“I love you too, Billie Dean.” You chuckle and pull her closer to you by her waist, your head dipping to place gentle kisses against her neck “My birthday princess.” She smiles and holds you close “I love you. Thank you for today, it means a lot to me” she kisses your head “My beautiful girl. Come on, lets get home so you can work your magic.”

“On you, or pastries?” You giggle “I love you most, Billie.” In the car you hold her hand, never letting go of it “Do you- oh wait” you see a call from your mom and pick up “Mom, hey. I-oh” Billie frowns as you answer the call, knowing your mother she knew you would be ruined as soon as the call ended, if not sooner. She keeps her eyes on the road but gives your hand a gentle squeeze to let you know she’s there for you.

“Listen I- she- but- no.” You squeeze Billie’s hand tight “Why can’t you- no. No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for yelling.” You clench your jaw and blink as you desperately try to hold back tears “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to- I know it’s selfish, I’m sorry. I-“ The line clicks and you put your phone down “They- They said thank you for today” you say quietly, hoping that Billie doesn’t know the waver in your voice.

Billie pulls into the drive and parks the car before unbuckling her seat and getting out of the car where she rushes around to your side. She opens the door and crouches down to wrap her arms around you tight “You have nothing to apologise to them for, babydoll, you hear me? Nothing to apologise for. You’re not selfish. You’re far from it.” She strokes your hair gently as she continues reassuring you, saying sweet nothings.

“Billie I-“ You bite your lip to stop yourself from crying. It was her birthday, you weren’t about to ruin that. You give her a squeeze and tell her it’s okay. “I’m fine” taking her and your own bag inside where you wait for her to come in so you could lock the door. Billie locks the car and heads inside, taking her coat and scarf off before hanging them up “I know you’re not fine, and I know you only said you were because it’s my birthday. But… You should- I had hoped by now you’d know that if something is wrong, regardless of what occasion the day was, that you’d talk to me. I get it, you don’t want to drag the mood down, but it’s not going to change the fact something happened and that you’re clearly upset.”

You take a step back, the guilt creeping up inside of you, its tendrils making its way up your throat, trying to make itself known. It wasn’t surprising to fall back into old habits after being confronted with the past. “Billie, I’m sorry. I just- I didn’t mean to it just- just happens and sometimes I- I just think that it’s better but… I know better. And- and I know I can talk to you about it. About anything” the tears spill down your cheeks, like a dam bursting. “I just had so many great things planned for today. I- I didn’t think they’d be the one to ruin it.”

“Oh angel- Sweetheart” she cups your cheeks gently and wipes away your tears before pulling you into a hug “My beautiful girl” she says quietly “You always go above and beyond for me, for everyone, but you seldom take time for yourself. You keep all these things to yourself because you worry you’ll ruin something somehow.”

She presses a kiss to your head “You’re allowed to feel what you feel, to feel hurt, upset, angry, annoyed, any other kind of feelings. I don’t care if it’s my birthday or a premier evening, if my babygirl is upset, she comes first.” Billie pulls back to look at you, her own eyes glistening with tears “You hear me? I know- I know you’re not use to coming first, of being loved and cared for so deeply, but I’m going to spend every moment of every day reminding you of just that.”

Billie brushes some hair out of your face and behind your ear, her hand lingering “You have nothing to apologise for, Yn. Now, before you make a fuss, I’ve shifted a few things around so you and I are going to a spa retreat for a few days, okay? You need to unwind. No room for arguments because I’m the birthday girl, and you can’t say no to me today” she smiles softly, giving you a playful wink.

You take her hand and give it a gentle squeeze, a nonverbal way to acknowledge the things she’s said, without crying. A gentle smile tugs at your lips before it turns into a pout again “I won’t make a fuss, I promise, but what- what about the cake? And- And the other stuff I baked? The dinner prep?”

“We’ll be going in the morning so nothing will go to waste” she kisses your pout away “Besides, mom and dad will take some, and no doubt your friend will nick some tomorrow too.” You wrap your arms around her neck with a small smile “Why thank you, birthday girl. It should be me spoiling you, not the other way around.” You chuckle, pressing a kiss to her lips “Athena loves macarons too, they’ll be gone in no time.”

She laughs lightly “Just so happens one of my birthday requests is letting me spoil you.” She goes wide-eyed “Macarons??” She moves out of your arms and heads to the kitchen, opening the fridge as she looks for them, whining when she can’t see them “Where are they?”

“Hey” You walk after her, chuckling as she ignored the blush pink frosted cake in the fridge. “I told you I stayed up until very early in the morning to make them, they come in four different shades of pink.” You open the oven to reveal the baked goods “The filling is still in the fridge. I made five so you can decide which ones you want. I was thinking of dipping some in chocolate if you want.” She looks like she’s about to cry as she sees them “I am the luckiest woman alive” she goes over to you and hugs you as she starts sobbing “You’re so amazing and wonderful” she moves her hand to grab some of them off the tray before putting them in her mouth, still crying as she eats them, garbling out “So good.”

“Billie! They’re not done yet!!” You whine, giving her the fourth one “At least take an even number so that I’m missing two.” You wipe her tears “Someone’s emotional today, my love. It’s almost like you’re” you realise what you were about to hint at and shove another macaron into her mouth “Grab some piping bags and help me fill these. But don’t eat anymore until your parents get here! I’m attempting to stack them if you haven’t eaten them all by then.”

She nods and sniffles, chewing her mouthful as she goes over to the utensil drawer, opening it to get the requested items before moving back to the kitchen island, putting them down. She finishes her mouthful “They’re so good” she says quietly, her voice sounding like she was just about to start crying again “Do we have to share them with anyone? Can I just eat them?” She eyes the trays of them up “Surely one or two more won’t hurt.”

“I’m pretty sure your dad requested these, so if I only offer him like ten, and then explain to him that you ate them already” You turn to her with a spatula in hand “Hands off the tray. Let me at least fill them and then I’ll let you try one of each flavour.” You quickly move over to the piping bags and begin filling each of them with different flavoured fillings: Peach, strawberry, blueberry, and vanilla.

She huffs and leans against the bench as she watches you work your magic, unable to stop the smile on her face at seeing you so into something “I love you so much. You’re more than I could have ever hoped for.” You chuckle, shaking your head with a big smile “Miss Howard, what an excellent distraction technique. However, I can see right through it.” You look up at her as she’s taking a bite of one macaron “I love you most. C’mmere, try.”

After you finish filling them and putting them together in a pretty arrangement on an etagere, you get the blush pink cake out that you had put tiny roses on “Would you rather me ice your age, or happy birthday on it?”

You climb into bed later that evening, excited to give Billie her gifts from you “Are you ready to open my gift baby? I didn’t have a chance to give you one yet.”

“You got me a gift? You’ve done so much for my birthday already. I didn’t expect you to get me a gift too.”

“I’m truly offended, Billie Dean. How could I let your birthday pass without a gift?” You decline the glass of wine “Later.” Opening the bedside table you pull out a light pink gift bag, wrapping paper sticking out. “For you, cariño.”

She gasps quietly and takes it, whispering a thank you as she opens it “Socks? I don’t- The- Our cat Mildred doesn’t need socks?” She takes them out and puts them to the side before taking out a box which she opens, looking at you then back at the pearl necklace “My love” she says, her voice wavering “Oh they’re so” she turns and presses a kiss to your cheek “Thank you.”

Billie carefully closes the box then takes out another similar one, the tears now flowing freely despite her best efforts “More pearls? Darling how-“ She bites her lip hard as she runs her fingers over them “My love” she closes the box and puts it next to the first one. She pulls out the final box “If this is another bracelet or pearl necklace we’re go-“ She gasps when she opens the box and sees the test, bursting into tears further as she takes it out and sees the result. She puts it down and hugs you tight, crying into your shoulder “I’m so- Baby- We’re- A baby.”

You wrap your arms around her, rubbing her back, whispering “You’re going to be a mom, Billie! A little Billie Dean running around here, can you imagine?” You pull yourself from her, wiping her tears away. “I’ve known for two weeks. It’s been so incredibly painful keeping it from you, but I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a false alarm, especially since the doc said it would take a while.”

You sniffle, opening the drawer of the bedside table where you pull out six more positive tests. “They all say the same thing. I couldn’t believe it. I took one the day you had to go on a spontaneous shoot. Remember how I said I felt super weird? I took the test that day.” You give her a smile “A real actual baby.”

Billie gives you a teary smile, wiping your tears away before kissing you deeply. She couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe her luck. She pulls away and laughs lightly “I can’t- Never did I think that- that this would be possible but it is. It’s possible- god” She hugs you tight, pressing kisses to your neck “I don’t- The- Words are failing me. I’m just” She pulls back, looking at all the tests “No wonder you were acting so strangely. For two weeks?? I’m impressed you kept it secret for so long. God I’m-“ she sniffles and wipes her eyes “A mini Yn Dean. I’m- This is- This is the best birthday ever.”

“I’m so happy it’s finally out! I couldn’t take it much longer-“ You take her hand in yours. “Although, I technically already told you. When you were deep asleep, I’d whisper that I’m pregnant, it was a small relief. Helped keep it to myself for a while.” Squeezing your hand you continue “I’m sorry I’ve been all over the place. I’ve been dealing with morning sickness and- and a lot it’s… Anyways” you giggle “The doc said we could come in sometime next week. I didn’t want to go to the first ultrasound without you.”

“Darling you have nothing to apologise for, you’re- god, I can’t believe it- You’re pregnant, it’s to be expected that you’re going to be all over the place.” She laces her fingers with yours and presses a kiss to your lips “Thank you. Thank you so much for making me so happy and the luckiest woman alive.” Her free hand resting against your stomach “A little baby… I can’t wait” she says softly, a fresh set of tears spilling onto her cheeks.

You wipe her tears away with your free hand before resting yours on top of hers on your stomach. “Thank you for making life worth living, Billie Dean. There is no one on this earth I would rather experience this with. I can’t wait to have our baby wave around their tiny tennis bat just like their momma.”

“It will have to be made for them because I don’t think they just sell baby tennis racquet, let me check” she rests her head on your shoulder and gets out her phone to start looking “How young do you think they’ll accept them for lessons? What if the baby doesn’t even like tennis? What if they like football?? I don’t know anything about football” she keeps rambling on about sport while still looking for baby racquets.

You run your hand through her hair, pressing a kiss to her temple, laughing lightly. “Oh baby, I’m sure they’ll find something nice. Maybe they’ll want to play the violin or surf, one thing after another, Momma Billie. You’ll make the prettiest soccer mom anyway.”

You kept playing the conversation on repeat in your head when Billie was due to head to the Cortez Hotel for Devil’s Night, “I’m not asking you not to go, I would never do that, just- just please be careful.”

You’re called into the hospital the morning after, Billie had been injured and was drugged, you’re on her emergency contacts and her parents were there too. You were a mess. “Billie I swear I can’t do this by myself. I- I can’t raise our baby alone.”

The media is there, of course. Where else would they be?

‘Billie Dean Howard “Medium to the Stars” in hospital after accident on set at the notorious Cortez Hotel’

‘Billie Dean Howard’s long-term pregnant girlfriend by her side after the star is injured in an accident at the Cortez Hotel’

‘Will the stress of Billie Dean Howard’s accident cause trouble for her pregnant long-term girlfriend?’

‘Medium to the Stars Billie Dean Howard in hospital after accident on set. Surrounded by family and her pregnant girlfriend by her bedside.’

You were grateful that Amelie showed up, even if you didn’t express it initially. “I’m not leaving. I can’t. What if she wakes up and I’m not there! Or worse? She flatlines!” You’d sent texts to Sally, your tears hitting the screen.

‘Please tell me what happened. I need to know. She- she hasn’t woken up yet.’

“Yn, you’ll be the first person they’ll contact if anything changes. We’re not going far from the hospital so we can get back quickly should we need to. You need a break and you need some fresh air. Billie has Charlotte and Charles there, they won’t leave her side until you get back.”

‘I- I don’t know. I wasn’t there. I- I heard they- Some drug but- but I don’t know anything more.’

You were too tired to fight, looking at her parents for confirmation. Letting go of Billie’s hand, quickly clipping your bracelet to her wrist and a kiss to her hand before walking outside with Amelie. “I shouldn’t have let her go.”

‘Oh Sally… It’s- It’s not like her to do drugs, or- or be careless enough to be drugged.’

Amelie holds your hand as she walks with you to a cafe “It’s not fair to blame yourself for an outcome, neither of you thought it was even a possibility. Billie’s a strong woman, and she has all the support she could ever need, she’ll get through this and so will you.”

‘She… It wasn’t- Someone spiked her drink. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect her.’

“What if she doesn’t? What if I lose that one person I spent my whole life trying to find? What if I have to tell our baby I couldn’t keep her momma safe? I’m scared that now- now that everything seems to be okay, it’ll be taken away from me.”

‘Sally, it’s not your fault. It’s not your fault sweetheart.’

“What if she does? What if you don’t lose that one person you spent your whole life trying to find? What if you don’t need to tell your baby that? What if everything does work out?”

‘…Let me know when she wakes up. Please’

You shrug, wiping your eyes “I feel so sick… Thank you for dragging me out here.”

‘You’ll be the first I text. Stay safe, okay?’

Amelie passes you a small pack of tissues from her bag “The pregnancy certainly wouldn’t be helping with that nausea. Hey, it’s the least I can do for you.”

‘Thank you. I’ll…try’

You murmur a quiet thanks. Instinctively resting a hand on your stomach after you’ve both sat down in a booth “I’ve never seen her happier.”

‘I promise we’ll come by for a visit before I look like a whale.’

Amelie smiles softly “I’ve never seen you happier either. Positively glowing. C said she might need to start wearing sunnies when you come over.”

‘I can’t wait. Stay safe, and be careful please.’

You chuckle lightly “How’s Athena? She got over the flu well?”

‘Always. Love you, mean it, Sally.’

Amelie sighs and leans back in the booth-seat “It was awful, poor thing rarely stopped crying and C was worried that she’d done something to cause it. Safe to say it was a relief when she got over it.”

‘Oh.🥺Love you too, kid.’

“Oh poor little thing… I’m glad she’s okay now” you smile a bit “Once we’re back home, do you want me to take her for a night or two? So the two of you can relax? Sterilize the sheets and everything?”

Amelie shakes her head “No, it’s okay. You and Billie will need the rest more than us. Since Athena’s been better she has been sleeping better so she’s not too difficult to look after. Thanks for the offer though.”

You nod slightly “Okay… Sally said Billie’s drink was spiked. They don’t know what it was but it was fucking Devil’s Night. I-“ You take a deep breath, drumming your fingers on the table. Amelie takes your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze “They’ll figure it out, Yn. Billie’s a celebrity, they’re hardly going to put her on the backburner like everyone else. Devil’s Night? Hasn’t she been to one before and this didn’t happen? Or is this the first time?”

“She- She has been to one before, yes. And they’re fucking dangerous. Fucking Jeffrey Dahmer would be there. A bunch of serial killers and rapists. Sure it’s a great episode, but not if she’s their personal… You know.”

“It doesn’t make sense why they’d choose this time to do this to her. I can’t believe they okayed her to do this.”

“It took a bunch of convincing for her camera team to film there. Billie said they want a bang for their buck.” You shake your head “She’s the only one who can see them, it’s- horror. Sally said she went to have a drink with them. The only alive woman surrounded by heathens.”

“I’m assuming you can’t sue or anything because she signed a waver?” Amelie sighs “Jesus… She’ll be okay. If she can make it through a lunch with your parents, no offense, she can make it through this.”

“She- She willingly put herself in danger. They’ll air the episode as some dramatic special. ‘Risk of the job’ typa thing.” You chuckle lightly “None taken. It was an awful lunch. I’m not surprised if they called saying it was her own fault.”

“Maybe she thought it would go like it did last time. I doubt she knew they’d be as openly hostile as they were.” Amelie laughs lightly “Oh come on, it was worth it to see Constance trying to set them alight with her eyes. I’m just glad Fiona didn’t gatecrash because then there would have been fire. If they call just put them on mute, and put them next to the radio or something.”

You rub your eyes, still laughing lightly “I’ve been avoiding their calls since the media got wind of the pregnancy. Well… Since Billie hinted at it on her show. They aren’t ones to read any trashy magazines anyways. I doubt they know. Oh god yes, Fiona would’ve. Oh lord. Behold Cordelia would ever find out, she’d glue their mouths shut.”

“Better keep Billie’s corruption kink under wraps because I bet that’ll be the first thing that’s brought up. ‘How could you let Billie corrupt you like that’ because mother dearest, it’s hot as fuck.” Amelie shakes her head and takes a sip of her milkshake that the waiter dropped off “Glad she was in Paris last week. Oh god. Cordelia would be just as bad.”

“Oh for sure. ‘She’s just using you and when the baby is born she’ll kick you out.’ You know her. If they’d call she’d say ‘If Billie was a man, she’d have been able to defend herself.’ Or some whack bullshit like that.”

“I mean, we both knew how bad C was when first ran into her but your parents are making her look good. AS if Billie would kick you out after you give birth, you two are joined at the hip most of the time. If you thought I was bad with Athena, just wait until your wee one is born. Billie will carry them everywhere. Pfft, miss me with that. Surrounded by a bunch of serial killers and drugged?? Mate, they took out men and women, gender isn’t safety.”

You give her a smile “I’m not doubting that, she’s been making Pinterest boards and ordering books nonstop. She suggested baby yoga and I’m taking every possible vitamin. Tea for moms-to-be, I didn’t know it existed until I heard Billie raided the grocery store.” You give her a sad smile “Yeah, I know. They’ll never understand.”

“That’s why C has been stealing my iPad when I’m not looking! Billie got her hooked on Pinterest too. My lord” Amelie laughs “You’ll be able to open your own tea-room and vitamin store by the sound of things. Hey” she gives your hand a gentle squeeze “All that matters is that you have us, Billie’s parents and friends. All the support you need. Sure, it’s not the same as having your own familial support, but blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb.”

“I know- I know. It would’ve been too much to expect them to finally come around. I get that now. I mean-“ You flinch as your phone goes off, shakily answering “Charlotte? Is- Is everything- I’ll come back immediately.” You hang up and look at Amelie “The toxins have been flushed out of her body, they’ve got her hooked on the good stuff.”

You both quickly make your way back to the hospital, you can feel your heartbeat increasing, quietly hurrying into the room where you take your place next to Billie, your hand holdings hers. “Mi amour, I’m here. I’m here baby, please. You’re okay.”

Amelie moves a seat to closer by Billie’s bed for you to sit in before saying her goodbyes “I’ll go let C know the good news.” Billie groans a bit and turns her head, her eyes opening slightly then more before she starts coughing. The nurses rush in and remove the tube from her throat so she doesn’t choke, checking her over before they leave. Billie squeezes your hand slightly, giving you a tired smile “Babydoll” she croaks out.

“Billie. Billie- Billie, mi amour.” The tears spill down your cheeks “You’re going to be okay. You scared the fucking shit out of me. I’m so glad you’re still alive.” You reach over and gently hold the water bottle with the straw to her lips, once she’s done you place it back down. “Baby what went wrong?”

She thanks you quietly and asks you to help her sit up, thanking you once more. She shakes her head a bit “I- I don’t know” she starts, voice hoarse “One minute everything was fine. They offered me a drink and- and then they-“ she clenches her jaw and closes her eyes, tears clinging to her eyelashes as she shakes her head, tightening her grip on your hand.

“It’s okay my love” You gently stroke her cheek, wiping away some stray tears. Swallowing hard because the next question wasn’t easy to ask. “Did they- did they hurt you? Do they need to do a rape kit baby?” Billie shakes her head again “No- No they don’t. I- I don’t think so anyway. I- I don’t remember much. I remember a- a switchblade but- but I don’t think they did anything else.”

She leans into your touch “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for putting you through this. God… And- and our baby- I- I could’ve lost our baby because of this. I shouldn’t have gone.” She moves her hands to her face as she starts crying into them. “Shh shh Billie, hey. It’s okay. It’s okay. It was a shock, yes, but because I thought I had lost you… Hey” you gently pull her hands away and lift her chin for her to look at you. “What matters is that you’re still here. Still with us. Your baby and I.” You place one of her hands against your small bump “You’re here and I love you. Don’t worry about anything else.”

She sniffles and smiles a bit “I’m- I’m still here. Our baby and you” she looks down at her hand on your stomach “Our baby.” She rests her forehead against yours “Thank you. I love you so much.” You press a gentle kiss to her lips “I love you most.” Once her forehead leans against yours, you close your eyes briefly “I’m so glad you’re okay. Oh, you’re parents are here too. They are extremely worried, baby.”

Billie sits back and looks up at the ceiling then back at you “How long was I out for? Did mom and dad get sleep and something to eat and drink? What about you? Have you eaten and had something to drink?” Gently squeezing her hand, you nod “Almost 24 hours. They had the toxins flushed from your body, and let you sleep it off. We all took little cat naps in between before one of us shot up realising where we were.” You press a kiss to her cheek “Amelie was here and dragged me into a café next to the hospital. I pretty much protested the whole time, but I had a milkshake.”

She sighs and closes her eyes briefly “I never want to put any of you through this again. I shouldn’t have done it in the first place, especially with a child on the way.” She smiles a bit “At least you got something in your, babydoll. Proud of you for that” she lifts your hand to her lips and kisses the back of it. “Mmhmm” you hum before putting a hand over your mouth “I think- I think I’m about to see it again, I’ll” you swallow hard. “I’ll let in your parents and y’know” quickly getting off the chair, you open the door for her parents before moving back into the bathroom, scrambling to your knees and hovering over the toilet until your milkshake makes an unrequested encore.

“Oh” she frowns upon seeing you so uncomfortable before turning her attention to her parents, hugging them back before they sit down. “Mom? Did you get morning sickness? Yn has it and I worry it’s going to make her absolutely miserable.” Her mom laughs lightly “Billie Dean, you’re in hospital and yet you’re worrying about someone else. You always have been so selfless. I just remember having light food and tea, nothing heavy because well… Yn is experiencing that now.”

Billie blushes and shakes her head, a shy smile on her face “She just means a lot to me, and I want the best for her and our baby, that’s all.” Charles, her father, sits on one of the chairs “What about your work? Are they going to be held accountable for this?” His fingers dig into the arm rest “If not, I will personally hold them accountable.”

She waves him off “I signed a waiver. Nothing will happen except a huge tidy-up by my PR team. I probably should’ve put things in place but I didn’t. I- I thought it would go like last time.”

“For fucks-“ he glances at his wife and shuts up. In the bathroom you spit out the bit of mouthwash of the travel size you had in your bag. You pull out your phone and send Sally a message.

‘She’s awake. Awake and laughing. She’ll be completely okay.’

Opening the door you let out a quiet greeting once you feel everyone’s eyes on you. You walk over to the end of the hospital bed. Billie reaches her hand out for you, smiling softly and pulling you closer to her “You feeling any better now, babydoll? Mom said to try sticking with light foods and drink so it doesn’t upset your stomach.”

‘Oh thank fuck. I’ll let the Countess know; she’s been chewing everyone out since.’

You nod slightly “Much better. The smell of herbal tea makes me nauseous. But it’s okay, at least the baby knows everything there is to eat.”

‘Oh god. I’m still scared of that woman. But it’s okay now. We’re okay. Are you?’

Billie gives your hand a gentle squeeze “If it gets too much I’ll get a nutritionist to come and help, I know you don’t like people fussing over you, but this’ll be one less thing for you to worry about, okay?”

‘Oh she’s harmless. Mostly. Tell Billie not to fuck around anymore, she could’ve killed me (Ha.) with that shit. I’m okay. Can’t kill something that’s already dead.’

You nod despite not like the idea of a nutritionist “My stats should be perfect with the amount of vitamins you got me. I probably glow in the dark by now.”

‘I’ll let her know Sal. Do something nice for yourself, yeah? Remember the bath bombs I got you? Run a nice bath, helps the creativity.”

She yawns quietly, covering her mouth with her hand as she does so “It’s just for the food and drink side of things, babydoll. I know you’re taking vitamins but fluid and solids are important too. Even if it’s little bits throughout the day.”

‘Thanks. Oh yeah- yeah, bath bombs. Those things are great. They’re all fizzy. Good idea.’

Her parents make their quick goodbyes, making Billie promise to call in the morning. Once they’re out you help Billie set the bed more comfortably. “Get some sleep, Billie. They might let you come home with me. By the way, Sally told me to tell you to quit fucking around. She was worried.”

‘Good. Thank you. There’s a spooky themed one too! I’ll get you some more once we come by.’

She looks at you “Please don’t leave” she says quietly “Can- Can you hold me?” She moves over as much as possible, thankful for the guardrails on the bed “Sally’s so sweet. I’ll- I’ll take it easy now.”

‘I think I used that one. Or something else. The water is black as fuck.’

“Oh mi amour, of course” you climb onto the bed, laying down and putting one leg over hers under the blanket. Gently draping an arm over her, whispering “I love you, you’re here with us. You’re safe.”

‘Definitely that one then😂. If there’s anything you need, reach out, yeah? Love you, mean it, Sally.’

Billie rests her head against your chest, fresh tears falling as she clings onto you “Thank you” she whispers “I love you too.” She sniffles then yawns quietly, her eyes drifting shut as she starts to doze off, the beating of your heart helping her relax. You gently rub her back and press kisses to her forehead, whispering about how much you love her, and how proud you are of her. “I got you, baby. Sleep it off. You’re here with me. Here with us. Safe.” She mumbles something incoherent before her breathing deepens, becoming even as she falls asleep in your arms. You don’t stop until she’s deep asleep, falling asleep soon after with a smile over the way her hand was holding the baby bump in her sleep.

#Billie Dean Howard #Billie Dean Howard imagine #Billie Dean Howard x reader #Sarah Paulson #Sarah Paulson imagine #Sarah Paulson x reader

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crowsmybeloveds · 3 years ago

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Shadow and Bone Series: Chapter Four

Temporary Fix

Pairing: Jesper Fahey x Reader

Summary: Y/N struggles to cope with her trauma and adapt to her new life.

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Past (physical, emotional, sexual) abuse; Drug use; canon typical violence; roofies; Pekka Rollins; the Menagerie

A/N: ooo we getting into some sh*t in this one... as always feel free to send asks or comment or whatever you feel (ps if you read this series marry me)

Masterlist

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Several weeks had passed since Y/N had officially joined the Dregs, and there was never a dull moment. After a quick two days of allowing her to get used to her new environment, Kaz started using her for jobs. If she was not physically there for a job, her potions were being used. She was proving a most useful investment.

When Kaz had taken to training Y/N for combat so soon, not everyone was thrilled.

“She doesn’t need to be dangerous to be useful to you Kaz.” Jesper had argued, worried that she wasn’t ready.

Kaz had scoffed. “She’s been dangerous this entire time, Jesper.”

Y/N chimed in. “It’s fine, Jesper, I need to be able to protect myself and I’m sick of being stuck in my room all the time.”

Since then, she had worked with Jesper to practice shooting, and Inej to use her knife. Kaz had even started teaching her about lockpicking, but she was miserable at it. What she had really taken a liking to, however, was hand to hand combat. She knew that it played to her strengths, when she was close up with someone she could easily use her abilities as an Alkemi to take them down.

Everything in her life had changed, and it was hard to adapt, but she put in the effort. Everyday she made more potions and worked harder to be a more powerful asset to the Dregs. Her progress was intriguing to Kaz, who found it humorous to see how much Pekka was limiting her. Sure, Rollins was an impeccable, wicked businessman, but the amount of mistakes he had made with Y/N were laughable. If he had treated her differently she would have helped him gain exponentially. She had held herself back around Pekka, because she didn’t want to help a man who was hurting her. With Kaz, on the other hand, she was fighting to prove herself worthy of his freeing her. She was more powerful in a few weeks with the Dregs than in years with the Dime Lions.

One night, when they all had no jobs to be done, Y/N, Inej, and Jesper were spending time in the Crow Club. Kaz remained in his office, but he came down occasionally to check on his his club. Jesper kept an eye out for Kaz, and got up from the bar and head to his post guarding the door as soon as he saw him.

Kaz approached Y/N and Inej, who were both nursing drinks, gossiping, and having a general good time. They grew silent when he reached them.

Kaz raised his brow at their silence. “Talking about me?”

Inej’s eyes widened. They had been. Or rather, Y/N had been teasing her about him. She tried to look natural.

Y/N scoffed, smoothly replying. “Don’t flatter yourself, there’s a hot guy at the bar.”

She shoved Inej, who then started nodding at the statement. Y/N held back a laugh at the black that flashed through Kaz’s eyes at the thought of Inej being attracted to someone, but she decided not to mention it.

Inej put her attention on Kaz. “What do you need?”

Kaz straightened himself up. “I’ve heard word of a job the Black Tips are picking up.”

“That’s all? You’ve heard nothing else?”

Kaz tilted his head. “That’s where you two come in. Inej, I need to see if you can pick up anything on the streets. Y/N, stay here and see if you can get anything from the gentlemen over in the corner. The gray suit?”

Y/N nodded, taking a sip. “What, you want me to flirt with him?”

“No, I’m not sure he’d be so willing.”

“Is that an insult?”

“No, I just think Jesper would have a better chance,” Kaz informed, turning back to her.

Y/N’s lips formed an “o” shape, realizing what he was implying.

“I know he has connections to the Black Tips, play cards with him, get him drunk, just see if he’ll talk.” Kaz gave them a final nod before walking away.

Inej sighed. “So much for a night off.”

Y/N laughed and shook her head, standing up from her seat and finishing the drink. “Be safe out there, Inej.”

“You too.” She replied, moving toward the exit.

Once left alone, Y/N turned toward the man in the grey suit. He rested his head on his hand, watching the hands of the dealer. His hair was a deep red, his eyes a light green.

She rolled her eyes as she walked toward his table. “What is it with me and Kaelish men?”

She sat down next to him greeting him with a smile. The dealer dealt her in, raising a brow. He knew she was one of Kaz’s Crows, and she was not keen on playing cards. Do you need me to let you win? He asked her silently, making eye contact.

She shrugged. The game doesn’t matter.

She noticed the lack of funds in front of the grey suit man. “No luck?” She asked in an impressive Kaelish accent. You can’t spend years at the Emerald Palace and not be good at it.

“No, not really.” He replied, looking at her. He took notice of her posture and the way she turned in her seat to look at him. “I’m not really interested.”

Y/N frowned. “Oh, I’m not here for that, I’m here to play. I need to raise my spirits after this girl I met at the bar.”

“Oh, really?” The man asked, intrigued. It wasn’t often a woman was interested in playing cards.

“Yeah, she turned me down without a second glance.” She sighed, looking into the distance. “It’s a shame, really. I’m a good time”

He raised an eyebrow. “Girls?”

“Anyone.” She replied with a smirk. “But the fire’s out now. What about you?”

“Fire’s been out for a while.” He laughed, raising his hand for her to shake. “Brion Mac Asgaill.”

“Morrin Iain.” She smiled, shaking his hand.

She talked with the man for the next few hours. He was a fairly nice man for being in the Barrel, and she almost felt bad about lying to him. She had gathered that the Black Tips had been hired by a mercher to steal an expensive necklace from the house of a wealthy merchant, but it seemed that was all Brion knew.

With all her focus on the Kaelish man beside her, she hadn’t noticed an admirer she’d gained across the table. A dark haired man, not much younger than the man beside her, had been watching her since she’d sat down. Once Brion had left, and Y/N shortly after, he had gotten up to follow after her.

“A whiskey soda, please?” She asked the bartender as she leaned up against the bar. She looked around to see if she could catch sight of Kaz. She didn’t want to go to his office to give him the details, fearing he may have business going on tonight.

“What’s a girl like you doing in a dump like this?” The dark haired man slid up next to her, putting on his best face.

“Walking away.” She quipped, pushing herself up from her leaning position and stepping around him.

“Hey, I’m sorry!” He called after her. He paused, looking around. “I know it was a bad line!”

The girl turned around, looking at him. He smiled as she walked back toward him. She picked up her glass she had left on the bar. “Forgot my drink,” she told him with a wink, walking away once more.

Y/N moved to another side of the bar, taking sips from her glass as she went. She sighed as she leaned up against a wall in the corner, keeping an eye out for Kaz. She just wanted to tell him the information she got so she could go back to her room at the Slat. She’d had enough of the club for one night.

A little while later, Jesper decided to come inside the club, abandoning his post at the door as he always did. He longed to play at one of the many card games going on around him, but first he wanted to check for his friends.

Inej was nowhere to be found, which was not shocking in the slightest. Jesper had seen her on her way out, remembering how she had said she was on patrol for Kaz. He had never seen Y/N leave, however, and he couldn’t figure out where she was. Normally if she was at the club she would have gotten bored and come to talk to him by now.

He checked the tables first, seeing if she had gotten wrapped up in a game of cards. It was not anything he was aware she enjoyed, but he knew she might be there getting information for Kaz. Finding no luck, he made his way up to the bar.

When he first saw her, his stomach turned. She was standing very closely with a dark haired man, leaning up against him for support. She laughed loudly at a joke the man made, making Jesper’s jaw clench. She’s like half his age. He thought. What does he have that I —no. I have no right to be jealous. She’s not mine to lose.

He tried to shake off the envy flooding his body. The door needed guarding, so he should head back. Besides, he couldn’t stand seeing her like that anymore. Just before he turned to walk away, he paused. He tilted his head at the sight before him. Y/N had just stepped away from the man in front of her, only for a second, and looked as if she might faint. Shit. I don’t think she knows what she’s doing.

Seeing the man grab her arm roughly to stabilize her was enough to get Jesper’s feet moving directly toward him.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” Jesper asked smoothly, tilting his head.

The man stiffened. “None of your business.”

Y/N, on the other hand, brightened up at the sight of her friend. “Jesper!” She shouted, much too loud. She herself pushed off of the dark haired man and landed in the sharpshooter's arms. “Oh, I missed you!”

Jesper held her up as she leaned on him. Saints, she’s completely gone. “I missed you too, petal,” He replied, speaking gently to her. “Let’s get out of here.”

Anger flashed in the other man’s eyes. “Hey, she’s with me!”

“Oh, I’m sure she’s so excited for it.” Jesper snapped back at the man with a glare. “But, I’m her friend, so I’m just gonna have a chat with her and then maybe she’ll come back if she wants to.”

“You can’t just —“

“Leave her alone.” Jesper demanded. “I’m not going to ask again.” He grabbed the man by the collar. “It’s in your best interest, mate. I’m a famously good shot.”

The man noticed the pearl-handled revolvers holstered at Jespers waist and began to back away.

Jesper was beginning to lead Y/N to a corner of the bar when he noticed Kaz coming down from his office. He caught his boss’s eye, asking him to come over.

Kaz frowned, noting Y/N’s intoxicated state. “Someone can’t handle their drinks?”

“Yeah, not when some bastard slips something into them,” Jesper replied, looking back at the girl. “The dark haired man over at the bar. Striped waistcoat.”

Kaz raised his eyebrows. “Consider it dealt with.” There was a familiar look of vengeance in his eyes. “Take her to her room and stay there, we don’t need anyone thinking they can sneak in. You’re off for the night.”

Jesper nodded, silently thanking Kaz as he led Y/N out of the Crow Club and toward the Slat.

She looked up at him with wide eyes. “Jes, where are we going?”

“Back to your room, love. So you can sleep.”

“Oh. What happened to that guy?”

“I don’t know. Kaz is dealing with him.”

“Oh, good.” Y/N sighed, leaning against him more. “He was weird. I feel sick.”

“I know,” he sighed, his worried eyes scanning her face. “We are almost there.”

When they arrived at her room, he helped her lay down on her bed before going to sit on a chair she had placed in the corner of her room. Just when he thought she had fallen asleep, she flipped over in her bed to face him. “Jes, why are you still here?”

Jesper didn’t know how to respond. Because I don’t want you to get taken advantage of by anyone who saw you. He didn’t want to freak her out by implying that she was in some form of danger. She had been through enough restless nights. “Uh, I like it better here. It’s cozy.”

“Weird,” she replied, scrunching her nose. “That chair isn’t comfortable.”

“Rude,” he replied, scrunching up his nose, “I think it’s the best chair I’ve ever sat on.”

She sat up and stared at him. “You should come sleep up here with me.”

Jesper froze. He definitely did want to do that. He definitely should not do that. “Love, I —“

“Why do you always call me that?” She asked. When she got no answer, she spoke up again. “The pet names?”

“I—“ he hesitated. He flirted with everyone, but with her it was different. With her he meant it. “Because you’re my favorite, Y/N.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, a childish smile growing on her face. She still felt ill from the drugged drink, but Jesper had made her feel safe. “Sweet. If I’m your favorite, you getting out of that chair and coming up here with me should be no issue.”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine. But only because you’re sick.”

It took them a good five minutes and a multitude of awkward positions before they found one that suited them. “Thank the Saints.” She sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. “It was getting cold in here.”

Jesper scoffed. “I can’t believe you just needed me to get warm! I’ve never felt more used.”

The girl beside him laughed uncontrollably, hiding her face in his jacket. He smiled down at her, amused. She had makeup smeared under her eyes, her hair was a mess, and her clothes were ruffled, but she looked perfect to him. The moment was lovely. If it weren’t for the horrible circumstances, he would have basked in it.

Y/N yawned beside him. “I’m just kidding, you know. You’re my favorite too.”

A lump caught in his throat. The statement made his heart beat faster and he prayed she didn’t notice. It was no secret to him that he cared about her. It was nice to know that she cared about him too, even if it wasn’t the way he wanted.

She spoke up again, smiling at him. “There’s nobody better than you.”

That toyed with him. As much as he wanted to be the person she saw him as, he wasn’t. He wasn’t kind and trustworthy like Inej, and he wasn’t smart and powerful like Kaz. He was just a college dropout with a gambling problem. Y/N deserved better than that. She deserved everything, and he’d be damned if he was the reason she didn’t get it.

Not to mention, one of his fears about being with her was proved real once again tonight. She was still recovering from a terrible past. As much as she was fitting in with the people of the Barrel, there were times where it was painfully obvious that she had been alone for so long. Like tonight. Someone should have been there at the club to make sure she was okay. She had fooled everyone, possibly even herself, with her quick wit and strength in fights, that she was okay on her own. It was apparent to Jesper that she still needed help adapting, but she was too afraid to ask.

She needed help from her friends to help her overcome her trauma, not some scatterbrained sharpshooter telling her he loved her.

In all his thinking, Jesper didn’t notice that the girl had fallen asleep.

When the sun rose, he slipped into Inej’s room to ask her to check on Y/N after breakfast.

When Y/N woke up, he was gone.

She had a note on her desk from Inej, stating that she had the morning off to rest and recover from the night before. A pit of embarrassment formed in the bottom of her stomach just thinking about it. She didn’t want to think about the fact that she had needed to be protected so often, that she was so weak. A shudder went through her body at the thought.

Weakness was all she had ever felt, the one constant in her life. Even after being freed from the Emerald Palace, she felt helpless. She had sunken eyes, and every part of her shook with each step, especially her hands. In the first week after living at the Slat, she had decided that this was a trauma response. She had escaped an abusive relationship and immediately joined a gang of criminals. It was overwhelming.

But the shaking, sick feeling persisted. It was three weeks in that she realized it was not going away, and she had to accept the reason why. She was going through a withdrawal. The drugs Pekka had her on were particularly strong, especially since she had been the one to make them, and now that she did not have them anymore, her body couldn’t stop craving them. She had been suspicious that this was the reason for her sickness for a while, but she did not want it to be true. She did not want Pekka to continue to hurt her even after she was gone. But it didn’t matter what she wanted, her need for some sort of medicine was only increasing, and it was ruining her.

When she first took to creating something to stop her withdrawal, she thought it might be easy. She tried all different types of potions of her own design, but she soon realized that none of them were working just the way she needed them to. Pekka had been giving her different potions for different reasons, and half of them made her worse, not better. Not only did she not know exactly what she was given, but she also couldn’t figure out how much. To try and replicate it would be impossible.

Y/N was skilled at her science, however, and took a different route. She listed all of the good symptoms she could remember, and focused on creating something that would replicate them. Instead of mixing her old recipes, she could create a new one that would be more efficient and effective.

She lost a night of sleep figuring it out, but she hadn’t had a craving since using it, except for when she didn’t have the ingredients.

The most important aspect of her new drug was jurda, an orange flower from Novyi Zem that people had been using as a stimulant for decades. She had always thought that jurda could be much more, as it was an extremely active and powerful plant. With some manipulation from her Alkemi powers and tools at her work table, she had created exactly the drug she needed.

She was cured of her addiction to whatever Pekka had given her, but she had created an entirely new chemical dependency in her. She felt fine, maybe even healthy, but it was causing a huge dent in what little money she had. Her whole purpose for living was finding her sister, so why was she spending every last dime she had everytime a new shipment of jurda came in?

When she woke up and saw the letter on her desk, her heart leaped at the thought of being able to use her free time to stock up on the flower she so desperately needed. She hated herself for it. She knew she needed rest, but there she was, walking out to the stands along 5th Harbor to get the best deals on a drug she shouldn’t need. She mentally cursed herself. Dependency is vulnerability. I am still weak if I must rely on something to make me strong.

She made it back to the Crow Club just in time for a meeting with Kaz.

Inej had gotten much more information on the heist that the Black Tips were setting up, so a few days before the other gang was going to steal the necklace, the Crows were there instead.

Kaz had decided their best bet was to steal the necklace when the house would be busy, and when he found out that the mercher was having a luxurious party soon he knew it was going to be their way in.

The main problem: Kaz had met with the man before. He would recognize Kaz on sight, so he had to keep his distance. So, he stayed with Inej while she would scale the building to retrieve the necklace, while Jesper and Y/N would do business inside.

It was the morning before the party, and the group was going over plans in Kaz’s office.

“Now,” Y/N spoke, dropping a tablet into a bottle of liquor. “If anyone drinks this, they should be fine and they won’t notice anything different. It’s colorless, odorless, the works. But, when I get the signal, I can make anyone who has consumed it pass out for as long as you need, but no longer than ten minutes, or it could be lethal.”

Kaz smirked. Perfect. “Good. Jesper, you’ll go in disguised as one of the servants. Make sure that you place one of Y/N’s tablets in each bottle that they serve. I will get her papers so that she can show up as a guest, who will find herself lost near the gallery where the necklace is, just in case we get any company while we are in there.”

“Meeting point?” Jesper asked, getting giddy at the thought of some action.

“The fountain, about a block away.”

A few days later, it was time to put the plan in motion.

The party was a beautiful sight, even if you knew you didn’t belong. Everything seemed to be dusted with starlight as Y/N made her way into the party, smiling at different guests as she passed. Now that she was in, she just needed to make her way up to the second floor without causing a stir.

She caught sight of Jesper across the room, who was serving another glass of wine to a guest. When he noticed her, he winked, and promptly went back to his assigned role. Y/N smiled for a few seconds, staring at him. Suddenly, a man brushed past her, and she shook herself out of her distracted state. Now is not the time for stupid crushes.

When she made it up to the second floor she was able to poison a couple of guards with a few flicks of her wrist. Thank the Saints Jesper didn’t miss a bottle.

The rest of the night went by exactly as Kaz had planned, and now he, Inej, and Jesper stood at the fountain, waiting for Y/N to show up so they could head back to the Crow Club. They had seen her leave the building, so where could she have gone.

After a while, Kaz agreed to go and check on what was wrong.

Kaz frowned as he made his way back to the house. This was the first big job she had been put on. Had he asked too much from her? She had been so confident in the meeting, but it was possible she had been lying.

His mind changed when he found her. She was around the back of the house, sitting over a dead body. There was blood all over her hands that must have come from the bullet wound in the man’s chest.

“Y/N!” He whispered harshly. “What are you doing?”

She looked shocked when she looked up at him, tears forming that she wouldn’t let drop. “He’s touched me before. I didn’t even think about it before I-“

“I’ll deal with it. We need to go.” Kaz tried his best to get her to stop being upset. He was shocked at what she said next.

“I don’t feel bad about it.” The tears in her eyes were gone, and her voice had hardened. She had said it like it was a realization. “I’m not sorry. Isn’t that sick?”

Kaz’s eyebrows raised as she looked back down at the man she had killed. He saw a familiar look in her eyes.

Revenge.

Y/N and Kaz had that in common. While not as ruthless as Kaz, she had quickly proven that she often did not pull punches in a fight. Even if she should. This was proof of that. He found it reckless, but he also understood.

Kaz said nothing and led her out away from the body. When she wasn’t looking, he dropped a few drops of her disintegration potion on the body and watched the ashes float away in the wind.

Before they reached the fountain, he spoke up. “Take your revenge on your own time. We don’t have the luxury of being reckless.”

When Jesper and Inej spotted them, they were shocked at the blood covering their friend.

“Saints, what happened?” Inej asked while Jesper held Y/N by the shoulders, checking for any injuries.

Kaz responded. “She was having a chat with a man outside to avoid suspicion, but when he saw me, he attacked. We got out of it though, didn’t we?”

“Yeah,” Y/N replied, her mind obviously elsewhere. “I made him pass out before he could even think about it. Took quite a fall, though.”

The group made their way back to the club as quickly and quietly as possible, discussing the day’s gains.

Kaz Brekker realized that day that he and Y/N had things in common, and, because of that, she would be extremely useful. He no longer had to rely solely on himself for intimidation of other groups. If he was not in the mood to torture someone, the girl behind him with a bottle in her hand and murder in her eyes would do the trick. He had Y/N sit in on his more gruesome meetings from that point on.

Unlike Inej and Jesper, Y/N did not seem to dislike killing. Unlike Kaz, she was messy about it. He was motivated by kruge and vengeance. She was motivated by rage and sadness. Too emotional. He had thought. It’s a good thing she can cover her tracks.

Nevertheless, her emotion would be useful to him. He had sworn to himself his desire for vengeance on Pekka Rollins was his only reason for anything he did, and now he had an asset on his side that had her own vendetta against the man. After that night, it was an unspoken agreement between the two of them. They would destroy Pekka Rollins. Brick by brick.

#jesper fahey x reader #jesper fahey x you #jesper fahey fanfic #jesper fahey imagine #jesper x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #shadow and bone x reader #six of crows imagine #six of crows x reader

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fathertaurus · 4 years ago

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A Nate Jacobs Blurb part 2

A/N: Here it is! The long awaited part 2 I’ve had so many of you ask for lol. I want to mention before reading that the opening scene takes place after an hour or two into the party scene and kinda just opens up on a random scene. I didn’t feel like there was any real need to make this super long as I only wrote the most definitive moment for these characters to carry the storyline along.

I hope to continue this story as I do have many ideas but anything I post will probably just continue to be written as installments such as this and the one previous to it, as I don’t want it to be my main line of work. I’m always coming up with new ideas and I don’t like simply having one on the forefront as it places to much pressure on writing.

Regardless I hope you enjoy!

a disclaimer: If you have seen the show Euphoria you know what the character Nate Jacobs is like and what he’s done. This is not me condoning the actions of this character--in fact, I urge you to view him as the bad guy he is when reading this. That’s how I wrote it, that’s what I wanted to portray because I’ve yet to write a character as such. Though his actions may not come off as terrible when reading this remember who he is written as and try and read it in that way.

WARNINGS: alluded sexual assault, foul language

The crystalize haze taking over her entire perception of reality right now was almost near blinding to what was happening. The alcohol and whatever that asshole had slipped into her drink had truly and officially taken its toll on her physical being, her vision and balance being hit the worst. Her body laid skewed across the pile of blankets and sheets, having little to no strength to even shuffle through them and find her way up.

She couldn’t determine though if that was solely for the obvious roofie or also from the shock of watching Nate barge into the room—practically snapping the door off it’s hinges, and ripping Chris from atop of her before (with a speed she had never witnessed in her life) wrestling him out the door and down the hallway.

Through it all though and the now busted open door she was able to make out the figures of everyone still filling the living room from her placement on the guest bed, the energy to move no longer permitted in her body but simply her eyes which watched with as much intent as they could muster up.

There was yelling, screaming, and a series of other loud noises, all echoing back to her a million times louder than they probably actually were. Figures moved in flashes and the lights burned into her skull as they danced across the catastrophe spilling all over Elias’ parents’ living room wood. Her hands were on her temples before she could even feel them, body making the intent of covering her ears to attempt to silence all the overstimulation.

Bleary eyed she breathed a deep sigh and tried to find herself, but that moment being ripped away as another set of yelling broke out, the shrills emitted from Nate himself.

He was in the dead center of it all, hands (from what she could tell) wrapped around the throat of Chris Daniel’s as he looked to be throwing him to the floor. Followed by more commotion, a body hitting the floor—it looked to give the tall brunette new access to whomever’s torso, as he barreled his foot into it repeatedly.

If only she wasn’t swimming her own vision, her own thoughts, maybe then she could truly make it all out. But the way that pill made her skin ripple over her bones and her own brain pound its way out of her skull was too much, focus was lost on her.

Before she even had a choice to say or do otherwise her eyes slipped closed and she sunk into the abyss of her body again.

Though she was nearing unconsciousness her ears pricked up at the sound of approaching footsteps. They were distinctively heavy and almost mismatched—like the person was stumbling over their own two feet.

Crossing the carpet until they were near her own body she could hear mumbling above her.

“God dammit.”

Even in her current state she could recognize that voice, the one that belonged to the person who was just moments ago beating the life out of someone. Nate.

“Look at you.” He whispered.

The feelings of hands along the sides of her hips heightened her senses for a split second, a whine rolling from the back of her lips as to protest.

“Shh shh shh, it’s okay it’s okay.” The fingertips grasped at the length of her dress and slowly they pulled it back down-- the whole movement now familiar to a piece of her memory somewhere in the back of her mind, “You’re okay I promise.”

There was a brush of her hair out of her face, the touch cascading down her face to her shoulders where she could make little notice of her sleeves being pulled back up.

Within seconds the same arms were now wrapped around her form and she was being lifted from the bed. The rocking of her motionless figure was the only distinctive thing she was able to recognize before sleep finally took her under in one vast swoop of both of her eyes shutting close. —————————

(POV SWITCH)

Swaying gently back and forth on his feet Nate turned the hall into her bedroom, careful to watch her head as he shuffled through the door.

The memories of their infamous night flooded back to him instantly, but now as he carried her unconscious body to her bed, he was able to take in the details surrounding them. Her room was a light shade of blue, decorated with huge posters starring various artists and movie stars.

It triggered a memory from a month or so ago. Sat around a lunch table only one over from her own he could vividly remember overhearing her and April Denavive discussing that Timothée Chalamet kid and how Y/N had such an affinity for him.

”He was so incredible in Little Women, I swear I’d give anything to just hold his hand or something.” Nate from his seat could see that her rambles caused April to snort into her fruit cup, the red head shaking her head at her friend.

”God Y/N you’re such a virgin.”

She made sure to swat at April’s arm, poking her finger into her side for sure measure, ”Oh fuck off.”

April laughed aloud once more as she pushed back before managing to maneuver her arms around her friend, squeezing her in a tight embrace before pressing kisses to her cheeks.

”No no no, it’s cute!” She gushed, “It’s cute how much you want to fuck that French boy but can’t work up the nerve to say it.”

”April! God--He’s American his dad is just French--oh you know what never mind I hate you.” “N-Nate?”

Returning back to reality Nate was almost startled at the sound of another voice, completely forgetting where he was for a moment. Drawing his eyes downward he found himself back in Y/N’s room, still hovering over her side.

“Shh,” he cooed, fingers tangling in the ends of her hair as he brushed them off of her forehead, admiring the array of glitter from her eyeshadow decorating her skin. It made her shine even brighter than how he always saw her. “You’re safe now..sleep.”

She rustled amongst her blankets, nose curling and eyebrows furrowing as she struggled, a huff following.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned, instantly taking notice of her discomfort. She whined innocently, sitting herself up with her eyes still wired shut and began to tug at the sleeves of her dress.

“Itchy,” She breathed another huff as she tore at the seems, “Need it...off.”

Nate’s entire demeanor shifted. He watched her meticulously as she pulled at the material until it was up and over her chest—but the poor drunk girl seemed to lose all momentum as her arms suddenly dropped, the dress now a mess sagging off of her neck.

Another shrill moan echoed from Y/N, not having the energy to pull the rest of the dress off and expressing her frustrations. Nate waved her off.

“Shush, I’ve got it.” Reaching forward he pulled the rest of the dress up and off of her figure, careful to not get her earrings or hair caught, before tossing it to the side just shy of her hamper he noticed upon entrance into her room.

A deep, noticeable breath expelled from her lungs before she fell back amongst the pillows, body now severely bare to Nate—the only thing keeping her covered being her bra with a pair of matching panties around her hips.

It was pink, the bra, lace yet exuded softness with its subtle tone of color and petite bow in the middle to add a touch of innocence. Her underwear resonated in the same way; they were different than Nate had pictured when his fingers grasped at them earlier that night. He was expecting something more revealing as was common with most girls at parties like that, or in high school in general. But they weren’t—they were form fitting, far from raunchy and bore a soft pink hue like her bra, which was different than the deep red he once imagined.

And it all looked so right on her.

Y/N had seemed to finally settle in her sheets, sleep overtaking her whole figure as she noticeably sank deeper into the mattress. Nate took that as his moment to breathe in, truly, the sight before him.

His eyes nearly followed her every move with adamancy, in an effort to note every singular detail possibly manufactured by her sleeping frame that he could then later remember at his pleasing.

“You are so,” his fingers traced down the length of her arm, watching as the touch triggered a wave of goosebumps even as she was unconscious; He smiled, “Perfect.”

Drawing back he grasped at the blanket before tugging it up and over her body, covering her up to her chest. Tucking in the sides of the cover to her skin he rustled them until he deemed her absolutely comfortable and then took his place at the flank of her bed once more.

“And you are all mine.” -------------------------

A/N: Hope you enjoyed, send requests for more if you liked!

#nate jacobs #nate jacobs x reader #euphoria #nate jacobs imagine #I literally didn’t proof read this at all so I apologize in advance lmao

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fan-imagines · 4 years ago

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Billy Hargrove~Roofied

Billy x FemReader

Synopsis - You and Billy get into an argument on the way to a party. At the party, you go your separate ways, only reuniting when you are drugged by a classmate.

Word Count - 4.1k+

**Warnings** drugging, mentions of sexual assault, violence, underage drinking

- Requested By - @peakascum

A.N. So sorry this request took so long. Also sorry about how long it’s been since i posted. I have an insane amount of school and work full time, so i hardly have time to write. I appreciate the constant support people have shown to this page. It means a lot :)

p.s. i hope i did your request justice @peakascum

p.s.s. in the gif, just focus on him gripping the steering wheel lol

‘’Do we really have to talk about this now? Come on, Y/n.’’ Billy and I are on our way to another one of Tommy’s parties. I don’t even want to go, but Billy had originally wanted me to, and had already told half the school that we would both be there. Now I’m obligated to show up. I just asked Billy about something that had happened at the last night at the party we were at.

I take a sip of my drink as I walk throughout the party. I lost Billy a few minutes ago, as I went to refill my cup. I make it to the main hot spot of the party, which is the backyard. I appreciate the breath of fresh air I inhale as I continue to walk. I finally spot Billy, standing near the pool, with only his jeans on. His shirt is nowhere to be seen. There is some random girl next to him, holding his arm, which makes me feel warm, as anger fills me, which is most likely the booze in my system.

I begin to make my way over to him, but I stop myself so I can see how he reacts. She whispers something to him, and he laughs. He nods as she walks away from him, and I think that maybe she is done hanging on him, but she pulls of her shirt and jumps into the pool. She comes back up and motions for Billy to join her. I hold my breath, praying he doesn’t oblige, but her does. I down the rest of my drink. Now I make my way towards him.

‘’Billy!’’ I shout. He looks up at me, and pulls himself out of the pool.

‘’What, Y/n? You’re always nagging.’’

‘’I wouldn’t have to nag if you didn’t let bimbos hang out you like flies to sh*t.’’

‘’Whatever.’’ He walks away from me, and I let him, not really wanting to hash this out, as I am now suddenly aware of the amount of people around me. I avoid him the rest of the night, and ride home with Nancy.

That was all yesterday; there was a party on Friday. Today is supposed to be an even bigger party because today is Saturday, and that’s how it goes here in Hawkins. I haven’t talked to Billy since this all happened yesterday, but I wanted to bring it up now. Mostly because I was drunk, and I shouldn’t have gotten so worked up.

‘’Why can’t we do this now? We haven’t talked since last night.’’

‘’Yeah, and I wonder what that reason is.’’

‘’Hey, this is not only my fault. You know how it makes me feel when there are always girls all over you, Billy. I’ve told you many times before.’’

‘’Yeah, yeah, I know. I just don’t understand why you get so upset over that. I didn’t do anything with those girls. You were right there, and you saw me do nothing, right? Okay, then.’’ He grips the steering wheel harder, trying to stay calm.^^^ I noticed he did this a lot when we first started dating, and he would have to deal with his dad more often than now.

‘’You have no right to say that to me, knowing how you are. You practically put any guy that comes near me in a coffin.’’

‘’That’s because I know these guys’ intentions.’’ He says, quickly turning to look at me, before continuing back at the road. He is driving faster now, but not too fast to make me nervous. We’re only a few minutes from the party now, and I anxiously await it's come to so I can take a breather. And get a drink.

‘’And I know these girls’ intentions. Come on, Billy. I’m not stupid.’’

‘’You are if you think that I would do anything with these girls.’’

‘’Well, you don’t make it seem that you don’t.’’ I say and put my head down.

‘’Come on, Y/n. Don’t actually be stupid.’’

‘’How would I know, huh, Billy?’’

‘’God, maybe if I did go with them, they wouldn’t bother me so much. You never give it a rest. I never get any peace with you Y/n.’’ My face falls, and I don’t even feel like arguing anymore. I look over to Billy, but his face doesn’t falter. He just continues to grip the steering wheel until we make it to the party. We pull up and he quickly pulls up next to the yard to park the Camaro.

‘’I’m, uhm, gonna go find Nancy and Steve.’’ I say in a quiet voice.

‘’Of course, you are.’’ He gets out of the car, and slams the door harder than I was expecting, which makes me flinch from the sound. I feel like crying from the words he said to me, but I ignore the feeling of tears swelling in my eyes, and get out of the car.

I make my way into the house, needing to find a drink. I quickly find one of the many kegs, and fill my solo with the liquid. I down the whole cup, and fill it again before walking away to find Nancy and Steve.

I walk around, not seeing anyone I know well enough to talk to. Across the room, I see Nancy standing the corner, slightly swaying to the music blasting throughout the house. I go over to her, getting run into and hit on the way over, but I sigh with relief once I am standing in front of her and she is smiling at me.

‘’Hey, Y/n!’’ She says to me, in a very cheery voice.

‘’Hi, Nance.’’ I say, trying to mask my sadness, but I don’t do too good of a job, cause her face immediately scrunches in confusion.

‘’Wait, Y/n, what’s wrong?’’ She grabs my arm in endearment.

‘’I just got into it with Billy right before coming here. I'll be fine. I just want to drink, and forget about it for now.’’

‘’Oh, okay. I’m sorry.’’

‘’It’s alright. Where’s Steve?’’ I ask, needing to change the subject from me.

‘’He went to go get us both drinks.’’ As she finishes her sentence, Steve is handing her cup of whatever drink he found. ‘’Speak of the devil.’’

‘'Hey, Y/n.’’ Steve smiles to me. He wraps his arm around Nancy’s shoulder, and pulls her close.

‘’Hi, Steve.’’

‘’I assume Billy is doing a keg-stand somewhere?’’ He chuckles. I shrug, and lightly smile.

‘’Knowing him, probably.’’ I see Nancy nudge him in the side, signaling for him to shut up about Billy. He looks visibly confused, but doesn’t question it.

We talk a little more, about the exam we have on Monday in Mr. Lazinski’s class, and about how last night’s party was insane because of the pool jumping that happened at the end.

‘’Yeah, so I ended up being pushed in by Steve, but I grabbed his arm so he fell in with me.’’ Nancy laughs as she tells me. I laugh too, being able to picture the look on both of their faces as they fell into the water. I go to respond, but I am stopped by Nancy’s squeal. ‘’I love this song.’’ It’s Super Freak by Rick James.

‘’Come on, dance with me.’’ Steve pulls her away, and I smile as I watch them go away. My smile slowly falters as I think back to my situation with Billy. Does he not want to be with me? That can’t be true. He said I bother him, so maybe he would be okay if we weren’t together anymore. I’m pulled out of my thoughts when someone taps my shoulder. I turn and see one of my friends from my physics class, Johnny.

‘’Hi, Johnny. How’s it going?’’

‘’Going good. Sorry I tapped you. I called your name, but I guess you didn’t hear me. How come you aren’t with Billy?’’ I sigh, once again thinking about Billy.

‘’He, uhm, he went to go find Tommy and Carol. Probably to commend them on the party.’’ I don’t know him well enough to spill out all my problems.

‘’Oh, okay. Do you want a refill?’’ He asks me, gesturing to my semi-empty cup. I nod to him.

‘’Yeah, sure. That would be nice. Thank you.’’ I smile to him and hand him my cup. He takes my cup from me and walks away. He’s back in a few seconds with a drink that’s different than what I had the first time. Instead of the color being red, it’s now a dark purple, and it’s fizzing a little. Hmm, maybe they had to make more. I thank Johnny for the drink and take a sip. It's gross, so it’s probably a lot stronger. There’s also not as much, so I assume it’s supposed to be taken like a shot. I came for the free booze anyway, so down the hatch. I quickly down it, and I see Johnny smile. I assume it’s because I took it like a champ. He walks away from me, but I feel too buzzed to even care. I look around the party and see Steve and Nancy still dancing.

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A few minutes pass by, and I feel worse and worse. My head is spinning and feels like it's being pounded into, my throat is on fire, and my limbs feel like they’re going numb. Like I could fall at any second. My mind starts to feel hazy, and I can’t think about anything. I feel woozy, not tired, just very out of it. There’s no way that drink was that strong, or took affect that quickly for me to feel like this. There is a hand on my waist, and I sigh, assuming it’s Billy, regardless of how we left off. I turn to the face, but I am met with Johnny’s instead.

He wraps his arm around my waist, and begins to pull me away. My mind screams for me to stay put, suddenly feeling very scared, but my body follows involuntarily. I have almost no control.

‘’Where’s Billy? I wantt to go home, nowww.’’ I slur as Johnny helps me up the stairs, but more like drags me up them.

‘’Shh, shh, shh.’’ He hushes me, and opens the door to one of the various rooms in this house. He leads me to a bed, and sits me down. I fall, laying on the bed now, as my body seems too tired to even stay sitting straight. I feel so tired, but I don’t want sleep. I want Billy.

I feel hazy, and not in control of any aspect of my body or my movements. I can feel my shirt being taken off, but I'm not doing it.

‘’Bil-Billy.’’ I whisper incoherently.

‘’Shh, shh, shh. Don’t worry. He shouldn’t disturb us.’’

~~Nancy’s POV~~

‘’Hey, wait, Steve? Where did Y/n go?’’ I ask Steve over the loud music. I looked to where she was, and I didn’t see her anymore.

‘’I don’t know. Maybe she went to go find Billy, or something?’’ I shake my head, knowing better than that. Y/n would have come over and told us that she was leaving. Especially if it was to Billy, because of their fight. She wouldn’t just walk away. I have a bad feeling my gut.

‘’I don’t know, Steve. I think something is wrong. She wouldn’t just leave. She’s never done that.’’ I walk away from him, and go over to where she was previously. I try to think back to if I saw her speaking to anyone. I rack my brain, but I can’t think of anyone besides the kid in our physics class, Johnny, that was talking to her for a moment.

‘’Wait, Nancy. What’s wrong? Why are you worked up over it?’’

‘’It’s just that I have this awful feeling in my stomach, Steve. I don’t know. I just feel weird. Can you go find Billy, please? And quickly Steve. I’m worried.’’ His face seems to understand the severity of my tone, and he nods. I walk away, and start looking through the people in the house.

I make my way around the open part of the house, not finding her anywhere. I decide I should check the rooms. I open the door to one, and I see a pair of teens making out on the bed.

‘’Oh, uhm, so sorry.’’ I close the door quickly, feeling awkward for walking in on them. I dismiss that, remembering that I am looking for Y/n. I check another two rooms, and turn up with nothing. I wish that Steve and Billy would come back so I can have some help trying to find Y/n.

Maybe she’s fine. Maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe she just went to find Billy, they made up, and they got caught in each other.

I almost give it the benefit of the doubt, then I open up the last door in the back of the house. I see Y/n laying under Johnny, half naked. I audibly gasp in fright, turning his attention to me. He backs away from Y/n and runs out the door. I follow him with my eyes, my jaw laying open, not totally understanding what is happening.

I turn my attention back to Y/n, seeing her still laying on the bed. She hasn’t moved at all. I walk to her, confused. My eyes widen in panic when I see that her eyes aren’t open. She’s unconscious.

‘’Y/n? Y/n!’’ I shake her, trying to get any type of response from her, but I get none. She doesn’t budge, and my panic sets in even more. ‘’Y/n!’’ I shout again, trying one more time to wake her up. I run out of the room, to find Billy, or anyone that can help me. I see Steve, and I run to him.

‘’Whoa, whoa. What’s wrong, Nance? You’re crying.’’ He rushes over to me, and I can tell by his face that the look of mine isn't good.

‘’Did you find Billy? There’s something wrong with Y/n. I think Johnny did something to her.’ I cry.

‘’What! Where?’’ I run to the room with Steve hot on my heels. He runs to her side, and cups her face. He lightly taps her to not hurt her, and she shouts her name to get her to wake up.

‘’Steve, what do we do?’’

‘’I saw Billy, I told him we were looking for him, but he brushed me off. He was going outside to say bye to Tommy. Go get him, Nance.’’ He tells me in a semi-calm voice. I quickly stand up and run out of the room again.

I run into him in a few seconds, and I shout his name.

‘’Billy!’’ I grab his arm to get him to look at me.

‘'What? Why are you guys both so wigged out? Can you calm down?’’ He scoffs and shrugs my hand off of him. I feel a lump form in my throat.

‘’Come with me. I think that she was drugged. She’s in the last room.’’ His eyes widen, and he runs to the room, pushing past the people that are in his way.

~~Billy’s POV~~

The only thoughts that are running through my mind are where is Y/n? Is she okay? Is she safe? What happened? I shove people out of my way, needing to get to her. Needing to find her. Needing to make sure she is okay. I know that there is music playing, and that there are people everywhere, but I hear no noise. All the noise is cancelled out in my ears.

I barge into the room that Nancy alluded to, and I see Y/n laying on the bed. Her head rests in Steve’s lap, and she’s barely conscious. I run to her and take Steve's spot.

‘’Y/n! Y/n, what happened, baby? Holy sh*t! What? What? What do we do? What do I do?’’ I grab at my hair, feeling fear and stress starting to take over my body and my thoughts. What do I do? What the h*ll do I do?

‘’Biii-’’ She starts, but she makes no other sounds.

‘’Billy, we have got to do something. The longer whatever is in her system, the worse she will get. She has to get rid of it. I just barely got her conscious, and she can’t do much.’’ Steve tells me. I try to tune out everything, and think. I think about anything and everything that could possibly help me. She was drugged, probably from a drink she had. She has to get it out of her system, and fast. She has to get rid of it.

‘’Help me.’’ I gesture to Steve, and I pick up Y/n. Her head lulls to the side, and I make sure it has support. I walk with her to the bathroom, with Steve’s help. I lean her over the toilet bowl, making sure that no part of her is touching it. I don’t know what these people do in these bathrooms.

‘’What are you doing?’’ Nancy asks me.

‘’I have to make her throw up whatever it was that she took. It needs to be gone.’’ She nods in understanding, but puts her hand on her mouth in disbelief.

‘’Nancy, call an ambulance.’’ Steve says. She nods again and runs away to find a phone to use. I stop focusing on them and worry about my Y/n. I take a deep breath, and let it out, regretting what I'm about to have to do.

‘’Oh, God. I’m so sorry, baby. Open her mouth for me?’’ Steve lightly grabs her chin and pulls it open so I can fit my fingers through. I use my two fingers, and hesitantly put my fingers down her throat. She gags, but nothing happens or comes up. I take a deep breath, but I hold it as I push my fingers down farther. She gags again before her stomach contents are released. She coughs and continues to vomit. She seems more conscious, but she is still very out of it.

Once she seems through, as nothing comes up when she gags, I pick her up again and carry her to the bed. Nancy runs back into the room.

‘’They’re here.’’ An EMT and a police officer both walk into the room.

‘’She already filled us in. Let us get in here, please, boys. Go ahead and clear out for me.’’ I shake my head in protest.

‘’I’m not leaving.’’

‘’I’m sorry, but I need to ask you three some questions.’’

‘’No, I can’t leave her. Not again.’’ I say.

‘’I’m sorry. I know you’re worried, but I need to get in here and make sure your girl is alright. I can’t help her or check on her if I’m talking to you. I promise, we’ll take care of her.’’ The EMT tells me, slightly calming my nerves. I nod reluctantly, and Steve and I are ushered out of the room.

I see that the party has cleared out, and the only people still here are the ones who couldn’t get away, and the owner of the house, also being questioned by an officer.

I look around at the people, and I see Johnny standing in one of the corners. I push past the officer in front of me and run to him. I punch him square in the face, with most of my strength. He doesn’t fall, but he staggers a good bit.

‘’Whoa, what the h*ll was that for?’’

‘’You know d*mn well.’’ I say as I punch him again, this time, making him fall. I quickly drop on top of him and hit him two more times before two officers are pulling me off. There is one pulling Johnny back to, probably so can’t reach him and hit him again. ‘’It’s him. He did it. He’s the one that drugged my, baby girl.’’

‘’Oh, come on.’’ He scoffs. I try to get at him again, but the police hold me back.

‘’It was you, you a**shole!’’

‘’Come with me.’’ the officer escorts Johnny away, good for him.

‘’Excuse me, Y/n is talking about someone named, Billy?’’ One of the EMT’s comes out of the room. I turn and walk quickly back to where she is. She is still laying down, but she’s conscious.

~~Y/n’s POV~~

I look up when I hear Billy’s voice. I’m still groggy and gross, but at least I can move. I blink a few times and watch him walk to me. I don’t remember really anything that happened after Steve and Nancy went for a dance to now when Billy walked into the room.

‘’B.’’ He cups my face and leans over me.

‘’Be careful, she’s not fully recovered yet. She should be okay, you getting those drugs out of her system helped a lot. We’re going to take you to the hospital, just to be sure, since you are underage. We’ve contacted your parents through your other friends. We’ll be taking you now, you’re welcome to ride with us.’’ One of the men says to me. I nod, and they put me on the gurney and walk her out to the ambulance.

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It's later in the night now, almost two in the morning. My parents came, my mom cried, my dad scolded me for drinking, but they were overall not mad at me. Billy was by my side the whole time, in the ambulance, throughout my check-up, and now.

I reassured my parents it was okay if they went home since they both have to work super early in the morning. I promised them I was okay, and they were super reluctant to go, and they promised to make it up to me later in the week. This is the first time that me and B have been alone.

He sits across from my bed, and I turn to him when I hear sniffling. I cross my brows in confusion and try to see any part of his face.

‘’B?’’ He looks up quickly before looking back down. ‘’Billy, come here.’’ He slowly gets up and stands next to my bed, but I still can’t see his face, as he is hiding it from me. ‘’B, look at me.’’ I lift his chin to meet my eyes, and I see tears wetting his cheeks. ‘’What’s wrong?’’

‘’What do you mean? Y/n, you got-you were-you.’’ He can’t even finish his sentence.

‘’I know.’’

‘’It’s my fault Y/n. I did this to you.’’

‘’No, you didn’t B. You saved me.’’

‘’No, I didn’t. Nancy and Steve did. I didn’t even know this was happening. I let this happen to you when I was hanging out with Tommy and Carol. I don’t even like Tommy that much. I yelled at you before the party. I told you that you bother me. I said that I never have peace. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean nay of it. I’m so sorry, Y/n. I’m sorry, baby.’’

‘’It’s okay. I know that you didn’t mean it. I get worked up too easily, and I need to do better but, Billy, you didn’t do this. I was with Steve and Nance. I was okay. And then I was stupid and took the drink from Johnny.’’

‘’No, no, no. Don’t put this back on yourself. Johnny did this. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. I should have never left you for that long by yourself. I’m so, so sorry.’’

‘’I know, B. But’s it’s not your fault either. Please don’t blame yourself.’’ He looks down and lets the final tear fall down. I wipe the tear away, and he looks at me.

‘’I’m sorry, Y/n.’’

‘’I know, Billy. And I forgive you, but you did nothing. I forgive for the fight, and I hope you will do the same for me. But, please don’t beat yourself up. Please.’’ He nods and grabs my hand.

‘’And I forgive you for our petty fight.’’ I lightly smile and he brings my hand up to his face. I pull him into a hug, the best I can with the wires and things hooked up to me. I put my hand in his hair, which always seems to calm him in any situation. He sighs into my embrace, and I pull away. He pulls me into him, kissing my lips softly.

He pulls away after a few seconds, and rests his forehead on mine.

‘’I love you, Y/n/’’

‘’I love you too, Billy. So much.’’ He smiles at me again. I scoot over on the bed to make some room for him to lay next to me. He pulls me over to him, so my head lays on his chest. His heartbeat and soft breathing lure me to a deep sleep.

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maybeimamuppet · 2 years ago

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picking teams- chapter 5: janis

HAPPY MEAN GIRLS DAAAAYY WOO

welcome to two bonus chapters that i’m definitely only posting for mean girls day and definitely not because the halloween chapter is the only thing i have lined up for halloween this year but i fucked up the scheduling and this is the only way to get it out on time wooo!!

tw for

drugs/alcohol

drugging/roofies

general sexism

general homophobia

mild violence

attempted r*pe

and as always please let me know if i’ve missed something so i can add it in :)

enjoy!

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“Morning, Papa,” Janis yawns when she comes downstairs for breakfast. She wishes she had a way to stop being so exhausted in the mornings. It’s some of the only real time she gets to spend with her father.

“Morning, rock star,” her dad greets. Janis gets herself a bowl of cereal and pours the last mug of coffee her dad made. She sits next to him at the table and yawns at her breakfast.

Janis pushes her Cheerios around her bowl for a moment, taking a single bite to stall for time. She takes a deep breath before she asks, “Do you think you can come to my game tonight?”

“Shit, is that tonight?” her dad asks. Janis feels her heart sink, and she nods.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” she says.

“No, stellina, no,” her father says. “What time does it start?”

“Six.”

“Let me make some calls,” her father says. “I might be late, but I’ll be there.”

“Really?”

“Really. I haven’t… I haven’t been there for you nearly enough, since…” her dad sighs, trailing off before he finishes his sentence. “I’ll be there if I have to bring my clients along and have my meetings in the bleachers.”

“Thanks, Papa,” Janis replies. She grins sheepishly at her cereal when he ruffles her bedhead and kisses the top of her head.

“No problem, Janny,” he murmurs. “Have a good day.”

“You too,” Janis says.

—————

Damian picks her up that morning, and almost chokes at her getup.

“Shut up,” Janis grumbles as she tosses her backpack in the backseat. “We have to wear this.”

“I know, I just never thought I’d see you looking like such a jock,” Damian teases. “You’re even wearing pants!”

“Jersey doesn’t work with the tights,” Janis sighs, tugging at the uncomfortable denim of her black jeans. “Or the jacket.”

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Damian replies. He glances briefly at the white long sleeved undershirt she has on beneath her blue jersey, but doesn’t mention it. They both know why it’s there. He doesn’t need to bring it up unnecessarily.

“Surprised you don’t have a bow,” Janis chuckles, looking at her friend in his cheer uniform.

“I ordered one,” Damian says. Janis isn’t terribly surprised. “My hair isn’t long enough for the clip.”

Janis looks in the backseat when he motions vaguely in that direction, seeing the bow clipped to the handle. She undoes it and folds down her mirror. Damian looks at her in confusion as she ties her hair back into a ponytail and clips the bow to her hair tie.

“I think that means we’re dating now,” he jokes. Janis laughs and flips the visor back up.

“Really? I thought you have to wear my jersey for that,” she says.

“I think it goes both ways,” Damian replies easily.

“Well, we are soulmates,” Janis sighs. “I might as well wear this.”

“It suits you,” Damian says. Janis rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, right.”

“It does! It goes really well with your hair,” Damian says. “And all the blue works really well with your eyes.”

“I thought I told you to stop complimenting me in earnest,” Janis grumbles.

“How else are you gonna learn how to take compliments?”

“My plan was just to avoid them at all costs.”

“Yeah, let me know how that works out for you.”

“I will, thank you.”

—————

Janis grows increasingly anxious all day. She’s had loads of practice. Too much, if you ask her muscles. But she still has an entire team to lead. An entire team of high school boys that don’t like her very much.

She wonders how Damian feels. He literally has to carry the weight of an entire life on his shoulders for a few moments. And how does Cady feel? Being head cheerleader must be difficult. Janis doesn’t know that she could handle being tossed around so much. Or having Regina as her team captain.

She blinks and the day is over. She’s in the locker room, hiding in the bathroom stalls to get changed so nobody can accuse her of anything unsavory. She likes to think these girls aren’t all under Regina’s thumb, but she can’t risk it.

She rushes past them when she has all her padding on, eyes firmly on the ground as she has her helmet in one hand and her water bottle in the other.

“Good luck,” someone whispers to her just before the door closes behind her. Janis turns briefly, and sees Cady shoot her a small smile before continuing to touch up her makeup. Janis smiles back and jogs out to the field to get warmed up.

—————

Janis bounces on the balls of her feet as they wait behind their school banner for the cheerleaders to finish their opening routine. She tries to focus on the game ahead and not how adorable Cady looked in her uniform.

Doesn’t quite work.

She startles when her teammates start to run, bursting through the banner and onto the field. She picks up the pace after them, and heaves a sigh as she sets foot on the turf for the first game of the season. Her ears are ringing so loud she can barely hear the cheerleaders and fans whooping for them in the stands.

Janis adjusts her helmet and looks around the bleachers, scanning for the face she wants to see most of all. She shakes her head when she doesn’t see her father there, and tries to snap herself out of it. He said he’d be here, so he will. He’s just late.

She slips her mouthguard in, and they’re off and running.

——

It goes well for the first half. Their opposing team is pretty mediocre, but Janis and her teammates keep making stupid mistakes and allowing the other team to score. They’re only up by three points at halftime, so it’s really anybody’s game.

Janis pants for breath as she chugs her water down, trying to formulate plans for the second half of the game in her mind. She’s distracted watching the cheer routine go down in the meantime.

She’s seen bits and pieces of their practices, but never the whole thing all the way through. I can watch and think at the same time.

Janis chokes on her water at the first move they make. Damian is in the middle with a small group of other bases, doing the dance-y parts of their routine while the other squad members get into formation on either side of them. Cady suddenly runs up to him, does some sort of handstand, and is in the air above Damian’s head.

“Holy shit,” Janis whispers as Cady continues cheering, her feet a solid eight feet off the ground. Her heart stutters in her chest as Damian tosses her even higher, but Cady just twirls to the ground and lands securely in her bases’ arms.

She’s confused when Cady suddenly runs to the far end of the field and Regina runs to the other, but continues watching. All their teammates get into a line, doing more dancing and yelling something Janis is too exhausted to understand.

Cady suddenly takes a running start and starts flipping down the entire length of the field, twirling and spinning and flying and flipping and god Janis is dizzy just watching her.

“I bet she’s real flexible,” Janis hears Shane tell the other football players behind her. “Probably great for doin’ it.”

“Totally,” another boy nods. “Wonder if she’s taken.”

“Does it matter? I’m totally gonna get some tonight,” Shane says. Janis feels the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

“Oman, shut the fuck up. We need to talk about the next quarter,” Janis calls. “Defense, we gotta step up our game, they’re getting through us too easily. They suck, but we keep doing dumb shit and letting them get the beat on us.”

She hears Shane grumbling under his breath about being so rudely interrupted and told what to do by a girl, of all things. Oh, the humanity.

Janis ignores it.

What she can’t ignore is the missing person in the bleachers. He said he’d be here. Why isn’t he here?

She shakes her head again and continues with the plan, then starts the huddle and runs back onto the field.

—————

Janis tries, but she’s so rattled by everything happening around her that her plan rapidly goes to shit.

The other team is gaining on them, and they’re tied all through the fourth quarter. Janis is in no man’s land now.

She takes a glance at the scoreboard. Tied game, and… thirty seconds left.

She hears someone call, “Sarkisian!” and turns, throwing her hands up to catch the ball her teammate has passed her.

Aaron yells for her to pass to him. Time slows down.

Aaron is close to the end zone, he wouldn’t have to run far if she passed to him. It’s what she’s supposed to do, after all.

But the other team is rushing to the both of them, and Janis doesn’t have a clear shot. Does she play it safe and run it to the end zone herself, or take the risk of passing?

Aaron nods when she holds up the ball and chucks it in his direction as hard as she can. Aaron catches it, has it in his grasp, starts to run… and trips.

The other team, and some of their own, is on him in a second, piling on top of him in a mad scramble for the ball. Janis runs over, taking advantage of her slightly smaller stature to dive in.

The roar of the crowd echoes in her ears as she emerges from the pile with the ball firmly in her grasp and is off like a shot towards the end zone. The coach may have put her on the team for her arm, but she’s certainly not a bad runner.

She watches the grass turn blue beneath her feet, and slows to a stop. Her team rushes up around her, doing a weird cross between a huddle and a group hug. They won. She won.

—————

“Janis, that was amazing!” Damian says when she runs up to him in the parking lot. “God, you should have seen the crowds!”

“I’m shaking,” Janis laughs, holding up her hands so he can see.

“Adrenaline,” Damian chuckles with a knowing nod. “I’m so proud of you.”

“So am I,” a voice says. Janis whirls around to see her dad and sister standing there, clad head to toe in blue and yellow.

“Dad!” Janis says, running to hug him. “I-I thought you didn’t make it.”

“I promised I would,” her dad says, gently pinching her cheek. “I sat on the wrong side, I was with the other team’s fans. And I think my life may be in danger now, they really didn’t appreciate me cheering you on.”

“Oh,” Janis chuckles. “You might wanna run, then, I think they’ll be following you out soon.”

“You coming with us?”

“There is a party to celebrate the season starting, if you wanna go, Jan. I was going to,” Damian says. He leans into her and whispers, “And so is Cady.”

“Can I?” Janis asks, looking at her dad.

“Of course. Just make good choices, and call if you need me.”

“Okay. I’ll probably sleep over at Damian’s, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Janis says, giving her dad and sister hugs. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” her dad says, leading Stevie through the parking lot.

Damian smirks as Janis climbs into his car. “What?”

“I have a new trick,” Damian hums. “Just have to tell you Cady’s gonna be somewhere, and there you go.”

“Hey!” Janis huffs. “I would’ve gone if she wasn’t. I go to parties sometimes.”

“Yeah, and you never stay longer than half an hour,” Damian retaliates.

“I never need to. I can find girls or get wasted in plenty of time,” Janis says. Damian rolls his eyes.

“Let’s just stick around for this one, please?”

“Fine,” Janis grumbles.

—————

The music is so loud Janis feels like her bones are shaking. She hates parties. She has since Regina switched from the ones they had in middle school; casual sleepovers with pizza and movies, to ones like this; drunk people and too-loud music the smell of weed lingering in the air.

She pours herself a cup of punch as soon as she walks in the door, before it can be spiked with something other than booze and become unsafe for human consumption. Damian manages to worm his way through the swarms of people, and finds them a spot on the couch.

So, they people watch, listening to the music shaking the entire house.

Janis tries not to, she really does, but Cady is still in her cheer uniform and varsity jacket and adorable ponytail complete with a ridiculous bow and how is Janis not supposed to sneak the occasional glance in her direction.

She tries extra hard to stop when she sees her making an awful lot of conversation with Aaron Samuels.

Cady’s giggling at almost everything he says, even twirling the end of her ponytail around her index finger. Janis gags a bit into her punch.

She talks with Damian for a while, losing track of time and getting just shy of tipsy. A bit of a buzz is plenty for her. She got really drunk for the first time when she was twelve. That was enough.

When she looks back to Cady, she’s alone, staring off into space. Janis looks around and sees Aaron talking to none other than Shane Oman, class douchebag.

“Hey, man, I think Regina was looking for you outside. Said something about getting the keg set up,” Shane says.

“Shit, can’t it wait?” Aaron sighs. “Fine. Will you tell Cady I’ll be right back? The new girl?”

“I got you, bro,” Shane nods. Aaron nods back in thanks and heads to the backyard.

Janis focuses on Shane. His words from earlier echo in her head. Does it matter? I’m totally gonna get some tonight.

She watches as he pours a large cup of punch first. He heads over to Cady only then, offering her the cup and saying something Janis can’t hear. Cady takes it trustingly and gulps down a couple mouthfuls.

Janis tries to shrug off her worry, turning and talking to Damian again.

“Welcome back,” Damian teases. “How’s the land of the lesbianism treating you?”

“Shut up,” Janis scoffs. “Like you’re any better any time you see a slightly cute boy.”

“And you tease me about it just as much,” Damian grins, taking a sip of his water. He glances where Janis was looking, and seems confused. “What were you even looking at?”

“Nothing,” Janis says, looking back to where Cady… was. “Uh… take this, I’m gonna… go pee.”

“Thanks for sharing,” Damian sighs, waving her off. Janis rushes in the direction Cady disappeared to, shoving her way through a sea of half-drunk high schoolers.

“Hey, have you guys seen Cady?” she asks a group of people apparently trying to figure out how to kiss each other all at once.

“Who?”

“New girl, Africa, red curly hair. She’s a cheerleader,” Janis says, growing increasingly desperate.

“She went upstairs,” one of them says. “I wouldn’t follow her. She’s about to get it gooood.”

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit,” Janis hisses, running up the stairs. She doesn’t think she’s ever been here, she has no idea how to get around. She throws open the first door she sees, and walks in on someone having what seems like a very severe series of problems in the restroom.

The next three doors are about as helpful, just various amounts and genders of people hooking up or throwing up. Or both.

Janis throws open the last door on the left. Her relief at finding Cady is short lived.

She’s on a bed, pinned down by Shane, his hand held over her mouth as he pulls her skirt down her legs. Her top is already hoisted up, bunched uncomfortably around her shoulders. Cady’s still awake, but something is… wrong. Why isn’t she moving?

“Hey!” Janis yells, deciding to forgo everything she’s learned about her personal safety. “The fuck are you doing to her?”

“For fuck’s sake!” Shane yells. “I’ve fucking had it with you, I was just about to get some!”

“Yeah, well, we don’t always get what we want, do we? Now answer me,” Janis demands. “What. Were. You. Doing. To. Her?”

“What does it look like?!” Shane insists.

“It looks like she’s drunk out of her mind and you forced her up here, you fucking dick weasel,” Janis says. “You got one more chance.”

Shane just smirks.

“You sick son of a bitch,” Janis says. She channels everything she’s learned about tackling so far, pouncing on the much larger boy and taking him down. She has the element of surprise on her side, and manages to knock him to the ground.

“Bitch!” Shane roars when she punches him between the eyes and in the teeth, spitting a mouthful of blood at her. Janis blinks in disgust, and pulls a hand away to wipe her eyes.

Shane takes advantage of her distraction to free his hand and punch her solidly in the eye. Janis gasps in pain and does the only thing she can think to do.

Lift up a knee. And return it to his nuts.

Once Shane is effectively incapacitated for the time being, Janis roots through his jacket pocket. She pulls out a small vial of a clear liquid, labeled GHB.

“You fucking roofied her?!” Janis yells.

“Man, don’t you get it? You’re a fucking lesbo, that means you like pussy too,” Shane says, around a few groans of pain.

“No, it means I like women,” Janis corrects. “And I can get what I want on my own, without dosing a girl’s fucking drink.”

Shane sighs in relief and tries to stand when Janis scrambles off of him, but Janis gives him another solid kick in the nuts, and one in the face for good measure.

“If you ever show your face around school again I will show you the meaning of hell and fucking love it,” Janis spits, grabbing his shirt and getting as close to his bleeding face as she can stand to. “Scumbag.”

She pulls her phone out of her pocket and dials Damian’s number as fast as she can.

“Jan? Where the hell did you go, it’s been, like, twenty minutes!”

“I don’t have time to explain, just find Aaron and come to the guest room. Upstairs, last door on the left,” Janis says hastily.

“What? Aaron?”

“Just fucking do it, Damian, this is serious!” Janis yells before hanging up. She heads over to the bed and to Cady. “Hey, Cady, can you hear me?”

“Please… no,” Cady says quietly, slurring and looking at Janis with unfocused, glassy eyes.

“I’m not gonna do anything to you, I promise, I’m just here to help,” Janis says soothingly. “I’m gonna put your clothes back on.”

“Help,” Cady mumbles, looking around frantically. She’s so dosed up that it looks like she’s moving underwater, her eyes red and glassy and her movements almost slushy.

Janis winces and gently pulls her skirt back up, trying not to make prolonged eye contact with anything. Damian comes bursting in with Aaron just as she’s tugging her shirt back down.

“Jesus, what happened?!” Aaron yells.

“Shane fucking dosed her drink,” Janis huffs. “GHB. She’s high out of her mind, she can barely speak. Aaron, you handle him. Dame, we have to get her to a hospital.”

“Hey, wait, I can-” Aaron stutters, rushing over to them.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Janis roars. “Listen, Aaron, I know you like her, I wish you all the luck there. I know you want to help right now, but I can’t trust you. I can’t trust anyone but myself with her. The best thing you can do for her is get that scumbag out of here and find her phone.”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” Aaron sighs. “Jesus Christ, Cady.”

Janis gently hoists Cady off the bed bridal style, carrying her down the stairs and out to the car. Aaron gets his own round of punches and kicks in on Shane before he grabs his wrists and shoves him after them.

Damian comes running out to the car with Cady’s phone as Janis gently puts her in the backseat.

“Stay with her, she might… things might happen,” Damian says, getting into the drivers seat. Janis looks at Cady with wide eyes and crawls in, gently resting her head on her lap.

“You’re gonna be fine, okay? We’re taking you to the hospital, they’ll make you better. Nobody’s gonna hurt you,” Janis says, trying to comfort her.

She made sure Cady was lying in the recovery position, so Cady can’t see her, but she mumbles a, “Help.”

“We’re gonna get help, you’ll be okay, I promise,” Janis says desperately. “Cady?” No response. When Janis checks her eyes, they’re shut, but Cady is luckily still breathing. “She passed out, Dame, what do I do?!”

“GHB causes drowsiness, it’s normal,” Damian says. Janis is suddenly very grateful he’d decided to pay attention in health class during that unit last year. “We’re almost there, try to wake her up. At least keep her breathing.”

Janis does, gently tapping Cady’s arm and cheek and trying to pry her eye open. Nothing. Damian pulls into the emergency room parking lot so fast they leave skid marks, but Janis is even faster pulling Cady out and rushing in the doors.

“We-we were at a party, someone drugged her drink,” Janis says desperately to the nurse who rushes up to see what the matter is. “I-it was GHB, I have the bottle, but I don’t know how much she had, and-and she passed out on the way here-”

“Sweetie, it’ll be okay,” the nurse says calmingly. “You did the right thing.”

A few more people come rushing up with a gurney that she’s instructed to put Cady on. Janis does, and watches as she’s wheeled away.

“Wait, can’t-can’t I stay with her?! Until her family comes?” Janis begs.

“We need to ask you a few questions first, but yes,” the nurse says. “This way.”

Janis follows, hunching in on herself and trying to blink back the tears burning in her eyes. The nurse directs her to sit on a bed and starts pulling out a few things. Janis watches hollowly.

She jumps as the nurse approaches her face with a damp, sterile cloth. “What are you doing?”

“That’s a pretty gnarly black eye you got there, honey,” the nurse chuckles. “Someone got you good. Just gonna clean you up a bit.”

“Oh,” Janis mumbles, letting the nurse tenderly clean the blood and dirt from her face and assess her eye and cuts.

“What’s that girl’s name?” the nurse asks.

“Cady. I don’t remember her last name. I don’t know her that well,” Janis replies.

“You don’t?”

“We go to school together, but we’re not… friends or anything,” Janis says. She’s not sure why she’s telling a complete stranger this, but something in her says she needs to right now.

“You got contact information for her family?” the nurse asks. “I’m assuming you wouldn’t know her date of birth or anything like that if you don’t even know her full name.”

“I don’t. But I have her phone,” Janis says, fishing it out of the pocket of her jacket and handing it to her. It already has a pink glittery case on it. Plastic in more ways than one. “And, um… this is what he put in her drink. But I don’t know how much.”

The nurse takes both the phone and the bottle, resting them on a little table next to her. She gently places a bandage on her eyebrow and gives her a cold compress for her eye.

“You need a hug, baby?” the nurse asks. Janis bursts into tears when she reaches out and desperately leans into the offered embrace. “Shh, it’s okay now. You did the right thing, tonight. Takes guts to stand up to someone like that. And to bring her in here. You might’ve saved her life.”

“Is she gonna be okay?” Janis sniffles, clinging to this lady like a child clings to their mother and sobbing into her shoulder.

“I have every reason to believe she’ll be just fine. We got some of the best doctors around, here. They’ll take great care of her. Incidents like this are more common than you’d think, unfortunately. They know just what to do.”

“Sorry,” Janis sniffs. “This is embarrassing.”

“Hon, this is nothing. I get big burly bikers crying into my shoulder because of a flu shot. You’ve been through a lot, tonight. Why don’t you and your friend call your parents while I wait for the go ahead to let you see her?”

“Okay. Thank you,” Janis sniffles again, wiping her eyes and heading to the waiting room. Damian waves her over, so she plops down next to him and calls her dad.

“Daddy?” she murmurs, her voice wavering.

“Jan? What’s the matter, baby girl, I thought you were sleeping over at Damian’s tonight?”

“I was going to, but…” Janis says, voice trailing away. “Can you… pick me up?”

“Of course. Where are you?”

“Hospital,” Janis mumbles.

“What?! What happened, are you safe?!”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Janis says. She can hear her father running around frantically over the line, and the slamming of a car door. “Can I explain when you get here?”

“Of course. I’ll be right there. Is Damian with you?”

“Yeah, he’s here,” Janis says. “I’m okay.”

“Okay. I’ll be there soon. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Janis sighs shakily as she hangs up the phone. “Fuck, D.”

“I know,” Damian sighs, sounding about as exhausted as Janis feels. They sit huddled together, listening to the various sounds of the hospital and feeling each and every agonizing second tick by.

Eventually, blessedly, the very kind nurse comes back and lets them know Cady is stable and they’re allowed to sit with her if they want to. They both stand and follow her back after signing in and getting ID stickers.

“Her parents should be here soon, but I think she could use your company,” the nurse says, giving them both complimentary cups of water, which they both immediately chug down. “She’s stable, once she wakes up we’ll give her charcoal to remove the last of the drug from her system. She’ll be pretty exhausted for a few days, but she should be just fine soon. Thanks to you.”

Janis sighs in relief, sagging down a bit in the itchy hospital chair and leaning back into Damian’s shoulder.

Looking at Cady lying there it’s easy to believe she’s just… asleep. Like nothing really happened.

She’s not exactly the best at conversation in her unconscious state, and neither Janis nor Damian have any idea what to say to one another in this scenario.

So they sit in silence, listening to the steady, strangely soothing beeping of the monitors keeping track of Cady’s vitals.

After what feels like an eternity, two people come barreling into the room, already in tears, and make a beeline for her bedside. Cady’s parents.

They look friendly. Kind. It makes sense that they raised the girl before them. Well, the real one. Not the Plastic one Cady is steadily morphing into.

Janis isn’t totally sure what to do, here. She’s in the middle of deciding whether to just stay put or go introduce herself when Cady’s father rushes up and wraps both her and Damian in the tightest hug she’s ever experienced.

“Thank you,” he chokes. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Janis says, a bit choked since she’s being squeezed so tightly. Cady’s mom gently rests a hand on his shoulder, prompting him to let them go.

“Um… my name is Damian,” Damian begins. “I’m on the cheer squad with Cady. This is Janis, she’s on the football team.”

“Thank you, Damian,” Cady’s mom says, eyes brimming with emotion.

“You’re welcome, but… Janis is the one who saved her. She noticed what happened before anyone else did and went after her,” Damian says shyly. Janis flushes scarlet and looks down at her boots.

“It was Shane Oman,” Janis spits out in lieu of a greeting. “Just, um… in case you decide to try to press charges. He’s the linebacker. I can give you his information.”

“That would be wonderful,” Cady’s mom says quietly. “Thank you, Janis.”

Janis nods and takes a sticky note from a desk nearby. The entire football team has each other’s numbers, to ‘encourage camaraderie’ or something. Janis scrolls through until she finds Shane’s contact and scrawls down his name and number. She puts her own beneath it just in case they need information from her.

Cady’s dad stares at the note when she hands it to him, like just staring at Shane’s name with such wrath will bring about consequences.

Janis doesn’t blame him. She wishes just deleting his contact would delete the scumbag from the face of the Earth.

“Could… when she wakes up, would you mind… not telling her I’m the one who found her?” Janis asks sheepishly after a long beat of silence. She feels everyone’s eyes on her, suddenly.

“If that’s what you want,” Cady’s dad nods. “But why?”

“It’s a long story,” Janis says. “I don’t want to be a hero. Just tell her there are still people who have her back. If you need me to testify or anything I will, but… she doesn’t need to know. Nobody else but us does.”

“We’ll only tell her if we need you for something,” Cady’s mother promises. “If this is what you really want, it’s the least we can do in return.”

“Thank you,” Janis says. Cady’s parents both nod.

It’s quiet for another long, awkward moment, until a nurse pokes her head in through the door. “Janis Sarkisian, your father is in the waiting room.”

“Thanks,” Janis says. The nurse nods and leaves. Janis looks to Damian. “You ready to go?”

He nods and stands. They aren’t really sure how to leave the situation. Cady’s parents both wrap them in another awkward hug. “Thank you both again. We won’t forget this.”

“It was no problem,” Damian says quietly. “Tell her we hope she feels better soon.”

“We will,” her father promises. “Goodbye.”

“Bye,” Janis and Damian say at the same time. They pull the heavy door to the room open and head into the hallway, following the signs back to the waiting room.

Janis has tried to keep it together tonight, but when she sees her father standing in the waiting room in his pajamas, worry creasing his eyes, she just can’t do it anymore. She bursts into tears and runs to him with a whimpered, “Daddy.”

“Janis,” her dad whispers desperately. “Thank god, you’re alright. What happened?”

Damian comes up behind them and explains, since Janis is crying too hard to explain beyond choked whimpers and sounds vaguely resembling words. “One of the cheerleaders was drugged at the party and almost raped. Janis fought off the guy who did it and got me to help bring her here.”

“Jesus,” Janis feels more than hears her dad whisper. He tips her chin up, looking over her face. “He did that?” Janis nods with a few small sobs. “That all?” She nods again. “Nicely done, rock star.”

Janis dissolves into tears again. She’s exhausted, and her eye hurts, and she’s afraid. All she wants is this, and her bed.

And her mother. But we can’t get everything we want.

“Damian, are you okay to get home? Do you need a ride?” her dad asks, cradling Janis close to his chest.

“No, I’m good to drive, thanks, sir,” Damian says. “I didn’t drink at all.”

“That’s not what I mean, son,” Janis hears her dad say.

“I’ll be fine,” Damian says again. “Janis did a lot more. I just drove.”

“Alright. Call when you get home safe, will you?”

“I will. Thanks, Mr. Sarkisian,” Damian says. Janis feels her dad nod and hears Damian’s footsteps as he walks away. “I’ll see you Monday, Jan.”

Janis can’t bring herself to respond, just clinging to her father and weeping into his chest.

“Let’s get you home, stellina,” her dad murmurs, hoisting her off her feet and into his arms. Janis is concerned for the state of his back; her dad isn’t exactly young anymore. But he seems fine, slowly carrying her out to the parking lot.

Janis manages to buckle her own seatbelt with shaking hands, leaning her head against the window as tears stream down her cheeks. Her dad climbs into the drivers seat and starts the car, wordlessly beginning the drive home.

“I’m proud of you,” her dad murmurs about halfway home, squeezing Janis’ leg reassuringly. Janis doesn’t respond. She just grabs and holds desperately to his hand.

They stay that way the rest of the drive. Janis startles when they pull into the driveway, pulled out of her catatonic stare.

“Go get some rest,” her dad says, shooing her into the house. Janis pads off, kicking her boots off and heading upstairs to her room.

She feels like she’s taking off chainmail as she shrugs out of her heavy jersey and jeans, changing into her comfiest pajamas and tying her hair up into a bun so it’s out of her way.

She stares at her bed for a long moment. She longs for its comfort, the warmth she knows the blankets will provide. But it looks so big, so empty. Cold, and alone.

Janis tiptoes out of her room and down the hall, gently pushing open another door. She turns the knob so it won’t click shut behind her and crawls into the bed.

“Janny?” Stevie grumbles sleepily, her voice rough with exhaustion. “What’re you doing?”

“Go back to sleep, shut up,” Janis whispers, pressing against her baby sister’s back. Stevie rolls over and glares at her, squinting at her in the darkness.

“What happened to your eye?” she whispers.

“Nothing,” Janis sighs. “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“Someone punched you?” Stevie asks worriedly.

“Yeah. But I saw a doctor, I’ll be fine in a couple days.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Yeah,” Janis whispers. “Yeah, it does.”

Stevie doesn’t respond to that, seeming to know she’s not going to get anything more out of her sister. She rolls back over and lets Janis cuddle back into her back.

“Promise me something?” Janis whispers against Stevie’s shoulder just before she drifts off again.

“What?”

“When you grow up and get invited to your first high school party, tell me. I don’t care what I’m up to then, or where I live, or whatever. Call me and let me take you,” Janis murmurs. “Please.”

“Okay?” Stevie grumbles in confusion.

“Promise?” Janis insists.

“I promise,” Stevie replies. “Weirdo.”

“Hey. This weirdo is your sister,” Janis chuckles. “Goodnight. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Stevie yawns, holding her sister’s hand and drifting off to sleep.

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thanks for reading! hope you enjoyed!

also i made janis italian in this just. for the hell of it so stellina translates to little star :)

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cucumbers-and-olives · 4 years ago

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Enemies To Lovers- Part Two (Charlie Gillespie x reader)

i forgot to post this last night, oops! here it is now...

<<<part one—part three>>>

Summary: Its New Years, and you fare asked to stay in town for the annual New Years party. But what happens before and during the party? Well that’s a story!

Category: it’s a league of its own

Fandom: JATP

Paring: Charlie Gillespie x reader

Word Count: 1,960 (woah)

⚠️PLEASE READ⚠️ Warnings/Includes: if mentions of drinking, drugs, (getting) roofied/drugged, strong language and typos

Please make sure you are comfortable before reading this chapter.

A/N: so it’s a few days late, i hope you guys enjoy this NYE fic a few days after

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“Y/N!” A woman said entering your room. It had been a week since you had arrived in the Gillespie home. In that short amount of time you had met all of Charlie’s younger cousins (there were only three, but they were a handful), celebrated Christmas the Gillespie way, and gotten into a total of five fights with Charlie over a range of things, but each one had a bigger fall out than the last. You supposed that was why at every meal your spot was next to his, an obvious way that Ms.Gillespie tried to “bring the two of you closer together.”

“Hun, you okay?” Ms.Gillespie said, her hand resting on yours. “You’ve been staring at that shirt for a while.”

“I’m alright, thank you,” You said, placing your shirt into the suitcase that lay on the floor. You were packing to leave, but you could tell that the older woman’s appearance in your room meant that you wouldn’t be leaving on your flight. You held your breath as she spoke.

“I’d like to invite you to stay through New Years. You’ve been such a help with the younger kids, and it’s been delightful to have you here.” She must have been telepathic at that point because she rushed out her next point. “And Charlie has agreed to play nice.”

“Ms.Gillespie, you are so kind, but I don’t think I have enough money-” You said, not wanting to overstay your welcome any longer.

“Nonsense, nonsense!” She cut you off. “I knew you would say this, it’s the kind of person you are, and so Charlie has found you a flight and we are paying for it.” You could tell that there was something that she was leaving out, but you could get hit with that later. Ignoring your work and your family was something that you were good at. And besides, hanging out at the Gillespie house was fun.

“Alright!” You agreed. She sweeped you up in a hug.

“Wonderful! Have you had lunch yet?” You shook your head. “Well that is perfect, I’ve got some sandwiches, so I expect to see you down in a few, okay?”

You nodded, and with that, she left, a smile on her face. You were excited to stay longer, but would Charlie’s promise hold? Would he really be nice for the remainder of your stay?

“Let’s hope so,” You said, closing your door and making your way to the kitchen. You should have been paying attention, but you weren’t. Bumping into someone, you both landed on the floor, your phones and other things flying.

“I am so sorry,” You said, picking up the various items. As you reached for one of the notebooks, your hands met and you finally saw who you had bumped into.

“Is this a game to you?” Charlie asked. His eyes were tear-stained, and you slowly noticed that some of the pages had tears on them too.

“I-” You picked his phone up along with yourself off the floor. “Are you okay?” You asked softly, tucking his phone into his back pocket, where you knew it had been before.

“Does it look like it? God, will you just fuck off! When are you leaving anyway?” He grumbled, his previously sad tone taking on a very harsh one. His hand that used to lay by his side was now in a very tight fist.

“I’m leaving after New Years. Your mom asked me to stay, and she’s paying for the flight back,” You said, answering honestly. You didn’t know what happened when he got angry- really, truly angry. And you didn’t want to see it.

“That’s why she had me- Oh my god, no. Just no.” He barked, stalking off.

“Yeah, you know what, fuck you too,” You whispered hotly, calming yourself down as you walked into the kitchen.

“Cause I don’t care when I’m with my baby yeah,” You sang along with the T.V. You enjoyed dancing to the Wii, and you hadn't minded when Anna had asked you to join. But the same song had played over five times now.

As the song ended, you placed your control down. “Gimme ten minutes, okay? I just gotta get some water,” She nodded, and you stepped out of the room and entered the kitchen.

“Is it this cabinet?” You said, opening the cabinet that you guessed the glasses were in. They weren’t in that one. Or the next, or the next or the next.

“Excuse me,” Charlie said, stepping around you to open a cabinet you could have sworn you had opened. He grabbed a glass and closed the cabinet, and poured himself a glass of water.

You opened the cabinet to grab a glass, but they seemed just out of your reach. You got on your tiptoes, and your fingers just brushed the edge of the glass.

He let out a little chuckle and grabbed the glass, and filled it up. “Thank you,” You said, reaching for it.

“Oh, you thought this was for you?” He feigned shock. “This is for Anna, she asked me to grab her a glass.”

“Are you kidding me?” You shouted after his retreating form. Sighing, you decided you could do without water as you walked back into the game room.

He sat smugly on the couch, sipping at his glass of water.

“Come on, let’s play!” Anna said, tugging at your hand.

“What song?” You asked, looking to the screen as she pressed play.

“I love it when you call me senorita, I wish I could pretend I didn’t need ya,” Anna sang to the track.

You felt the beat and began to follow the moves on the screen. You knew Charlie was staring at you, and so you made everything bigger. More power, more accuracy, more everything.

When the song ended, he walked out of the room, but he backtracked to whisper something in your ear.

“Strictly professional, Ms.Y/L/N. You aren’t that good of a dancer.”

“What do you think of this, Anna?” You said, showing the young girl the sparkling black dress you had on.

“You need more color! And that’s too shiny, and you wore it to Christmas dinner, and-“ She could have kept going, but she caught sight of something in your closet and pulled it out. “This! This is perfect!” Red, off-the shoulder, a leg slit, it was something you would never wear in a million years.

“I’ll… try it on?” You said, and Anna smiled as you stepped into the bathroom.

You pulled it off the black dress and put on the red one, but as you zipped up the back of the dress there was something in the way. A little card.

“Huh,” You were confused as you pulled it out, but as you read it, everything made sense.

You placed the card down to look at yourself in the mirror. The dress fit perfectly, falling down every curve perfectly. It wasn’t you that you saw in the mirror. It was who you pictured in your mind when you thought of yourself.

“Can I see it now?” Anna asked, knocking on the door.

“Yeah,” You said, opening the door.

“Woah,” She gasped softly, looking you up and down. “I think Charlie’s gonna love it.”

Before you could say anything in response, Anna ran out of the room.

“Really?”’ You said as you accepted the call on your phone. “I look amazing, but why?”

“Remind me what you’re talking about?” Savannah asked.

“Your acting is on point, Savannah Lee May.”

“Ooh, full name, I’m so scared!” She laughed. “You look good in red, and I knew you would need a dress for New Years!”

“Ya know, if you want to switch to facetime, all you need to do is ask. And the answer is yes.” You rolled your eyes as she squealed, quickly switching to facetime.

“You look stunning!” She gasped. “I wish I could pull off a dress that good!” She whined a bit.

“Who are you talking to?” Owen hollered in the background.

“Y/N! She looks amazing in the dress, come see!”

“Hey Y/N,” Owen said, stepping into frame. He made a face at Savannah. “If she wears that, you have to deal with Charlie when he calls to ruin my New Years.”

“What does he mean?” You asked. Savannah muted herself and had a heated argument with Owen before answering you.

“When we were drunk one time, Charlie talked about his ex. Specifically, the dress she always wore. A red off the shoulder with,” You cut her off.

“With one leg slit. Well that is specific, and I am not the woman that he wants to see in it.”

“It goes further,” She said. “The only people that heard that conversation were Jer, Caroline, Owen and I. So he’ll know that I did this, and he will call Owen to let out his frustration. He’s a nice guy, in that he’ll only yell at men. Truly yell.”

“Wow. So you are sending me into a death trap?”

“Not exactly-“ Owen’s phone rang, cutting her off.

“It’s him! Get over here and answer the phone for me please, Sav!” Owen shouted.

“Who?”

“Anna must’ve told him. She found the dress in my stuff.” You told her and she sighed, hanging up.

Music played loudly, filling every corner of the house. And where the music was, there were people. Maybe 75 or so, but it was only 11:30, and you had a feeling that number would increase. You didn’t know what, or more specifically who you were looking for as you scanned the room you were in.

“Hey doll, have a drink!” A random man said, and as he walked by he passed a drink to you. A clear but faintly yellow liquid was in the cup. You didn’t want to know what it was.

“Bottoms up-“ You said, about to tip the cup back and down it before someone pulled it out of your hands.

“I may despise you, but I am not about to let you get roofied,” Charlie said, handing you a beer. “Don’t you know that you have to be holding something at one of these kinds of parties?”

“I didn’t realize it was gonna be one of these kinds of parties,” You muttered, taking a swig of the beer.

“It’s always been like this,” He said, watching all of the couples.

“How close are we to midnight?” You asked.

“Maybe 30 miniutes? I’m gonna go see how my family is.” He said, leaving you in your tiny corner.

“10,” The room continued to chant.

You searched the room for Charlie, or at least a familiar face. Couples surrounded you, preparing to kiss at midnight. And you, like a 5 year old, prepared to cover your eyes.

“9,” There was no sign of him, but there were a few men around the room with a similar haircut. You slowly ruled them out.

“8,” His hair was too short.

“7,” His was too dark.

“6,” He was too short.

“5, 4,” You started to give up, just as you saw a couple emerge from one of the back rooms. That couldn’t be him, could it?

“3!” But that was his voice.

“2!” And that was his jacket. Your face dropped as you prepared yourself. You knew what the incoming trainwreck was but you couldn’t look away.

“Happy New Year!” The couples shouted before pulling their lover close.

You watched as his lips met hers. You looked for a bit too long before tearing your eyes away and stalking to your room. But you couldn’t help but look back, and when you did, your eyes met his for a moment.

And the mood shifted.

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thirstystarkey · 4 years ago

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HATE CAN SOUND LIKE LOVE • JJ MAYBANK

Summary: JJ and Y/N have always fought, since everyone can remember. They both have short tempers and a endless love for surf and chaos. But what happens when they have to pretend to be a couple? Well.. people always said that hate can sound like love sometimes.

Warnings: Mention of underage drinking, drugs, minor violence, some smutty scenarios and a ton of sexual induendos, JJ being a hot idiot and Y/N a wild girl brat

CHAPTER 04

“Somehow you don’t even have to open your mouth to make my head hurt.”

After what felt like hours of silence Y/N gave up and with a loud sigh she complained, only to receive a judgy look from JJ, the boy she was currently handcuffed to.

“We wouldn’t be in this situation if you had just listened and stoped being a smartass in the first place.” JJ fired at her.

“This is our fault JJ, stoping making this only about me.” Y/N was beyond frustrated.

“You just give off the impression you want to murder me with that look.” JJ said.

Y/N was tired of fighting for the first time and the only thing she wanted was to get those handcuffs off, if that meant working as a team with JJ Maybank she would. Feeling a bit desperate she dropped her head against the wall capturing again his attention.

“Look JJ, I’m sorry okay? Can we please just try to get the handcuffs off? I’m tired and I don’t feel like fighting right now.” She sounded a bit defeateded, tired and sad.

“Are you going to cry?” He asked the girl facing her.

“No JJ I’m not.”

“You look like you’re about to cry.” JJ laughed at her, not in a mocking way but rather in a friendly way for what felt like the first time in ages.

The pair agreed on starting to look for the hidden keys but they weren’t no where near in sight. She moaned banging the table hard. The pogues could leave them alone to talk or whatever but the handcuffs were a bit extra for her liking.

“I didn’t even touched you yet and you’re already moaning.” JJ commented slyly, brushing his shoulder against her’s.

“Fuck you JJ.” With her free hand she slapped his chest. “Stop saying those things.” Y/N grumbled.

“Why? Don’t you like it?” JJ asked taking a step closer to her, Y/N rolled her eyes at him.

“Taking on more step and I’ll kill you in your sleep.” The redheaded girl threatened through gritted teeth, her cheeks turning red.

“Aww look at her. The famous Y/N blushing.” He laughed again pushing her back.

JJ didn’t calculate well the distance between her and the surfboard bags which ended in a big miss. Y/N lost her balance falling back and because her current situation JJ fell right behind her, landing on top of her. In a mess of tangled limbs Y/N closed her eyes and for a single second prayed when she opened her eyes all that was a nightmare.

For her disappointment it wasn’t a nightmare. JJ was really on top of her with a surfboard on his back sandwiching them together even more.

“Can you please move I can’t breath.” Y/N begged trying as well to move her hands away from his body.

“I’m trying okay! Just stay still please.” JJ said after Y/N began moving like a fish out of water. “You’re not helping me. Stay still.” He said again but this time took action with his hands, grabbing her waist. Once she was still and looking a bit mad he was able to roll back carefully.

Once the surfboard hit the ground both of them heared a loud ringing noise and that meant metal and metal meant keys and keys meant freedom from JJ, which was happiness at the moment.

“The surfboards!” They both screamed happily. “This whole time!”

Before opening the bag JJ grabbed Y/N face in pure ecstasy, it was a moment of bliss, and kissed her forehead.

“We found them!”

“I found them!” Y/N corrected with a big smile the moment her wrist was free.

By the time the handcuffs were disposed in the ground the sun had already set. Now the air a bit more chilly and the sky a lot darker.

“Why the surfboards?” JJ asked curious.

They were sitting in the back, legs hanging from the boat and a beer on their hands. The weather was turning quickly and getting colder. Y/N shared a blanket with JJ.

“I don’t know, probably because it’s the only thing we both like.”

“That has to be a lie.” Y/N laughed. “C’mon JJ we both have the same best friends, hang in the same places, there has to be more than just surf.” She explained.

“Wait, are you really tying to befriend me? I bet they roofied your beer.” The blond boy joked, a few strands of hair falling down his forehead.

“I’m trying to be nice JJ, don’t ruin the moment.” Y/N sighed.

They tried to talk and let all the tension behind, not really successful but it was the intention that counted. Eventually they got sleepy so Y/N helped JJ making two beds out of blankets. Once everything was done and they were ready to call it a day JJ reached for Y/N who had her back facing him.

“What JJ? Scared of the dark?” She mocked him.

“Things change around here when it hits midnight.” He said in a scaring voice.

“JJ stop, it’s not funny!” She whined.

“Now looks who’s scared.”

“Fuck off.” Y/N said before turning on her back again.

“Sweet dreams princess.” JJ whispered loud enough for Y/N to hear. The redhead stretched her middle finger in the air.

“Sweet dreams mop head.”

That was the last thing they said before dozing off.

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nymph1e · 4 years ago

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Okay fuck it, I gotta give in, I gotta watch through Supernatural. AFAIK, it's all on Netflix; at least I saw it on there in passing. Going into this, is there anything I should be aware of? Are there any episodes I should skip, any seasons? Should I start from season 4? I know the basic plot and concept, and I know it's very monster-of-the-week. But aside from me highkey shipping Destiel already, that's all.

Well my first piece of advice would be

but uh, let’s fucking ~GO~

If you’re actually jumping into this hellhole (why why why) don’t start at season 4. It’s tempting, but seasons 1-3 are some of the best shit in the whole show, also having context for Sam and Dean’s characters, and their relationship with the supernatural up to season 4 really highlights how fucking wild the introduction of angels is in the show. it’s basically a complete paradigm shift.

I would recommend you watch seasons 1-5 basically as is, though if you’re in a rush, season three is kinda skippable as long as you read a general synopsis. This is the original arc of the show and it shows. A friend of mine, @sammwinchestersdimples has said she’d have been fine if the show had ended there, and I can totally see her point. After season five things start to get... uhhhhh... not as good. THAT BEING SAID some really amazing seasons come later, and you’d get nowhere NEAR the Full Destiel Experience without them. What REALLY sucks is that all the seasons have good moments in them, so even if the seasons are generally bad, they’ll have episodes of GOLD. But fuck it, here’s a season-by-season breakdown.

Season 6 - This is the first... “eh” season. There’s a lot of character choices made in this one that I don’t like. The plot also doesn’t quite seem to know what to do with itself and it has no real main villain... or I guess it has a twist villain? This is also the season where they start chucking in the typical “no homos” you get when a show is queerbaiting, so they can point to the no homo bits and claim the queers are delusional.

Season 7 - The absolute WORST season, imo, is season 7, and it features Cas the least out of all the post season 4 seasons. You can tell the writers genuinely tried to write Cas off here. Not to mention the main plot is completely stupid. HOWEVER this is the season where we get golden things like Cas showing up to Dean’s prayer naked and covered in bees, and the episode where Charlie (best girl) is introduced and Dean subsequently has to flirt with a dude because she, a lesbian, cannot. (Wow so straight, Dean)

Episodes Not To Skip:

6x03 - A good Cas/plot episode (spot the famous destiel quote)

6x04 - A good all-round episode, also Jackles directed it so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

6x09 - This is one of the Batshit Episodes. Definitely watch.

6x10 - On the one hand, Cas episode. On the other, no homo, megstiel episode. Your choice.

6x11 - Good episode.

6x15 - THE ULTIMATE META EPISODE. Sam and Dean are teleported into Jared Padelecki and Jensen Ackles’ lives on the set of Supernatural and it is so batshit.

6x17 - Jolly good episode, and nice destiel content.

6x18 - Time travel episode, which is always fun.

6x19 - “Baby in a trenchcoat.” ‘Nough said.

6x20 - The Man Who Would Be King is the destiel episode. It is infamous in the fandom, and for good reason. It’s not just a good destiel episode, but one of the best episodes in the series. With banging lines like “Freedom is a length of rope. God wants you to hang yourself with it.” and “For a brief moment, I was me again.”

6x21 & 6x22 - The last two episodes are kind of must-watches after TMWWBK, trust me.

Episodes Not To Skip:

7x01 & 7x02 - follows on from s6 final. You don’t wanna skip.

7x05 - Good general episode

7x06 - Again, good general episode. Sets ups plot for the season.

7x08 - Ugh. So the A plot for this episodes invoves Becky, the insane, stalker, fandom-insert character, roofie Sam into marrying her (and it’s heavily implied they have sex - and it’s treated as a joke despite being LITERAL RAPE). BUT this is the episode where Garth is introduced and Garth is fucking amazing. So. IDEK.

7x10 & 7x11 - Plot important.

7x12 - Time travel episode! See if you can catch the bi!dean moment ;)

7x17 - Cas is back! Or is he???

7x18 - GARTH EPISODE

7x20 - CHARLIE!!!! WATCH THIS EPISODE!!!!

7x21 - Cas episode. It’s... interesting.

7x22 - The tagline for this episode is “Sam and Dean seek out an Alpha” 😭. It’s a Cas episode.

7x23 - If Cas weren’t in this episode I’d say skip it.

Season 8 - A fantastic season. If The Man Who Would Be King is the destiel episode, season 8 is the destiel season. When you watch this, DM me so I can RANT about all the amazing destiel this season. It’s also, again, a great season in general I remember watching it as it was airing it was soooo good. You have the arrival of the Bunker, you have Kevin and Charlie being awesome, some nice sprinkles of batshit episodes, BEST BOY BENNY rocks up in all his glory. Fucking epic season. Only downside it Sam’s character takes a bit of a dive. I’d recommend you watch through all of this season.

Episodes To AVOID:

7x13 - I literally pretend this stupid fucking episode doesn’t exist. Basically Dean impregnates a woman with Super Pregnancy and she has a daughter who becomes an adult within hours and then dies. The end. Everyone hated it. Man fuck this episode. Of course it was written by Buckleming.

Season 9 - Sadly, after how amazing season 8 was, and how spectactularly season 9 was set up, this season is a disappointment. It’s an ok season. It’s not bad, it’s not good, it’s just a bit all over the place.

I was going to give you the normal episode list to not skip, but looking through, most episodes this season should be watched for one reason or another. Either they’re Cas heavy, they do some interesting character building, or they feature one of the awesome side characters like Charlie or Jody.

This season is probably the height of the war in the writers’ room about destiel. Some writers want to no homo the whole thing and back way off, while other writers want to lean into it hard. So in the same season where SPOILER Cas loses his virginity to a random reaper woman and Dean kicks Cas out of the bunker to fend for himself, you also have Cas’ fatal flaw used as propaganda against him by Metatron being that he’s "in love” with humanity Dean. /SPOILER Whatever you do DON’T SKIP THE FINAL FEW EPISODES. TRUST ME.

Season 10 - Haha oh dear. This season is likely the biggest for wasted potential. You saw the end of season 9, right? You go “HOLY SHIT YES LET’S DO THIS” and then they do... season 10. They really became experts at setting up an awesome season only to fuck it up in delivery, right? Again, not a bad season, per se.

Episodes To AVOID:

9x05 - In which Dean wants to fuck a dog. I am not joking. I wish I were. Basically a spell-gone-wrong makes Dean doglike. it’s weird. it’s batshit. Not the good kind.

Season 11 - Season 11 is a pretty good season! They tried to give Dean a female love interest but Jackles said ✨No✨ and played Dean as brainwashed and uncomfortable the whole time and I love him for it. Of special note this season is the episode Baby (11x04), which is my favourite episode in the series! It’s funny, it’s heartwarming, it’s weirdly shot. I love it! We also get casifer this season which is awesome! Some episodes are skippable, but they’re generally good episodes.

Episodes NOT to Skip (ignore the 10 year special):

10x01 & 10x02 - Great episodes, Dean in this is *chefs kiss*.

10x04 - *sighs* Fan Fiction. A 200th episode that is simultaneously a love letter to fans and laughing in fans’ faces. I’ve never liked this episode for the second-hand embarressment of it all, but you should watch it and see if you like it.

10x06 - Pretty good episode.

10x07 - Jody AND Donna! Fantastic episode!

10x08 - Dadstiel rears his ugly head. I fucking love how Cas adopts two (2) kids over the course of the series and in both cases Dean eventually goes “ah fuck, I guess I gotta co-parent this thing”. Also we get some KILLER destiel this episode. hey go on a DATE and Cas tells Dean he’s a good person ^_^

10x09 - Good episode. Much destiel.

10x10 - Charlie episode!

10x11 - Teen!Dean! Need I say more?

OK so I just had a look, and you really just need to watch every episode from this point in the season on. Enjoy!

Season 12 - Another example of a TERRRIBLE season, is season 12. Season 12 is also one of the most destiel-heavy seasons in the show. You see the issue? Like, it’s got a stupid plot that makes no sense and has no fucking cohesion, but you also FINALLY have the writers going “fuck it” and all in on the destiel. After this point Dean never has another non-Cas love interest and vice versa, they stop giving us whiplash from baiting and no-homoing. IF the conspiracy theory is true, and the end of the show is shit because of executive meddling, this season is the one where the writers decided they were gonna push for destiel endgame.

I gotta tell you the truth, I skipped this season in my rewatch, so all of my memories are from years ago when it first came out. This seson was the last that I watched live (for a reason). Should you skip it? No. But I’m not well informed enough about this season that I can point out what episodes you should or should not watch.

Season 13 - Congratulations! You’ve reached the point where the show’s gotten consistently good again! (just in time for most of the audience to have already left lol). We start off with SPOILERS Dean mourning Cas like he’s lost the will to fucking live. I’m talking complete despondence, praying for Cas to come back, lashing out in anger at everything, one of the darkest points we’ve ever seen him at on the show, then pulling a 180 and being super happy the second Cas comes back. /SPOILERS They also introduce Jack, who is the SECOND child Cas decides to adopt and Dean ends up co-parenting (Sam too). In fact, Jack is explicity Sam, Cas, and Dean’s kid.

Season 14 - Another good one. My only issue is where they decided to take the plot at the end of the season. I’d recommend watching it all, regardless.

Season 15 - And so we’ve come to the end of the line. This season was... well it was actually pretty good. It started off with what we hellers lovingly refer to as the “divorce arc” where Cas and Dean have a big blow up, and Cas leaves, but that ends with Dean praying on his knees for forgiveness and a nice hug. Honestly this season you can cut the tension between the two of them like a knife, and you can tell Misha and Jensen were doing it deliberately.

I’d say watch up until 15x18, then you decide what to do with the last two episodes. If you want you can watch them to understand just why people put their conspiracy theory hats on, or you can send me another ask and I’ll rec you some post 15x18 finale fics! There’s one fic that’s a replacement for 15x20 written in script format that is particularly good.

Anyway that’s it. It’s kind of left me a little sad, to break down the show in this way. Especially coming up to season 15 nd remembering all the wasted potential. Honestly if you do decide to watch the show, good luck. I hope you enjoy it. I’m also glad you never had to be put through the bullshit false hope that came about after 15x18.

#supernatural #destiel #deancas #spn

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ok first of all don’t get too excited i’m just back to assure you I’m alive and post some fic real quick

2021? no I think it’s whumptober

no 22. do these tacos taste funny to you?

poisoned | drugged | withdrawal

1,146 words

warnings: drugs, vague discussion of date rape

rating: T

notes: I know there are a zillion “twilight but with jalice” fics out there, but I figured it was time I tackled the premise myself. beat-wise, this is roughly analogous to the port angeles chapters of both twilight and MS. I tried to keep it in about the same style, minus the past tense first person (ew) but complete with mutters and murmurs. but of course, jalice is emphatically not edbella 🤠 and alice, being psychic, knows considerably more about the cullens/vampires in general than bella did at the same point. also, no tea no shade but the plot of the port angeles chapters is stupid, so I tried bringing us to a less stupid place than “the heroine stumbles upon a convenient gang of rapists.” anyway. enjoy!

no. 22: port angeles

“What,” snaps Rosalie after the third ring.

“Rose, I need your help.”

“With your pet human? Pass. What did she do this time, sprain a wrist curling her eyelashes?”

Alice sways against him, murmuring something unintelligible. At least she’s still conscious. “I think she’s been drugged,” says Jasper.

“What?”

He runs a frantic hand through his hair, silently cursing Carlisle for choosing tonight to be out of the country. “There was a man at the bar—he only spoke with her for a minute, but his emotions were”—he grits his teeth—“telling.”

He has to take a shaky breath in order to shove down his rage. “And she has a…some sort of phobia—she won’t let me take her to the hospital. Or bring her home. Look, I just don’t want to be the only one present when she wakes up and can’t remember anything.”

Silence on the other end of the line. Then, “Where are you?”

“Some bar in Port Angeles.” He gives her the address.

“I’m on my way. Keep trying Carlisle, and see if you can get her to drink some water as long as she’s conscious.”

“Thank you, Rose.”

“Did you get the man’s description?”

“I got his scent.” Jasper’s voice is a half-step above a growl.

“Don’t do anything until I get there,” orders Rosalie. “Stay put and babysit your human. We’ll figure the rest out later.”

“Fine.” He ends the call. He doesn’t need Rosalie’s help to figure the rest out. It will be a simple matter to track down and eliminate one human male. The difficult part will be killing without feeding, but Jasper will cross that bridge when he comes to it.

Alice blinks up at him, eyes a bit less glazed than they were a minute ago, which he hopes is a good sign.

“Gimme your phone,” she demands. Jasper isn’t sure what she could possibly want with it in her current state, but it doesn’t occur to him to refuse her.

With an uncharacteristic clumsiness that makes his chest lurch, she unlocks his phone (when did he tell her the passcode?) and dials what he recognizes as her mother’s number.

“Wait,” orders Jasper, suddenly uncertain whether this is a good idea. She can barely stand—does she expect him to do the talking?

Not to mention, Alice and her mother seem to have a very…permissive relationship. On Alice’s way out of her house earlier, when she had declared that she was “off to lick toads and get pregnant,” Lillian had laughed and wished her a nice evening. He wouldn’t put it past Alice to announce “hey, Mom, I got roofied and now I’m going home with a couple of vampires. Don’t wait up!”

Jasper is still debating whether to snatch the phone back when Lillian picks up. “Hi, Mom,” says Alice in a cheery, surprisingly lucid voice. “I’m spending the night at Bella’s. Don’t wait up!”

He’s too shocked to pay attention to her mother’s reply. Has Alice been feigning her symptoms? But no, she can’t be—he can still smell the drug in her blood, a syrupy, sterile wrong note in her scent, mingling with the now-familiar cocktail of antipsychotics.

“Bella’s phone, of course,” she lies smoothly. “Mine is dead.”

Alice’s mother is more thorough than he would have expected, asking all the logical questions about whether Alice has been drinking (“C’mon, Mom, I’m with Bella, what do you think?”) and whether she’s being safe.

“Of course,” she answers, still standing in the arms of a bloodthirsty mass murderer. “We’re just super tired after the drive back. Her truck is soooo slow, this would never happen if I had a car.” Her priorities at a time like this are nearly the most alarming part of the situation.

When her mother has been thoroughly reassured, Alice dials her own number, which goes straight to voicemail. Hi, you’ve reached Alice. I can’t talk right now. It’s 2021, text me like a normal person! Beep.

“Future Alice, this is Past Alice. You’re probably pretty freaked out right now, but it’s okay! Jasper didn’t drug you. I repeat, Jasper did not drug you. Be nice to Rosalie; she’s there to help. Now put the phone down, you’re about to hurl. Bye!”

She hands the phone back to him and wilts against his chest. Logically, he knows exactly how small she is, but knowing isn’t the same as feeling her soft, warm small-ness settle against him, already far more comfortable than she should be.

“How did you find me?” she asks. At least she’s still clearheaded enough to talk.

“I followed you,” Jasper admits. No point in lying now. Little point in lying ever, to a psychic.

“I knew it!” exclaims Alice. “I thought something weird was up when nobody tailgated Bella on the freeway. Who told you to stalk me all the way from Forks?”

“I was only—”

“Yeah, yeah, you were concerned for my safety. Which is totally…” Her brow furrows as she struggles with the words, evidently having used up most of her coherence on the phone calls. “…Totally none of your business. If you’re gonna keep doing stuff like this, you have to admit we’re dating.”

He sighs, and goes to scrub a hand over his forehead before remembering both of his arms are occupied. “Alice, we’ve been over this. We can’t date.”

“Mmm. So you’re just gonna follow me around forever and, what, watch me date other people? Out of a totally platonic interest in my ‘safety?’ Okay, simp.”

“We’re not having this conversation right now.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re drugged.”

“In vero vin…vino vert…whatever,” she argues. “It’ll all still be true when I’m not drugged.”

“She has a point.”

Of course Rosalie would pick this moment to pull up in her BMW. Of course.

Jasper ignores his mortification in order to pin her with an accusing stare. “You’re telling me to date a human?”

Before Rosalie can answer, Alice bursts out laughing. They both turn to look at her with varying degrees of concern and dubiousness.

“I just imagined you going, like, ‘get in loser, we’re going shopping,’” she giggles, eyes glassier then ever. Jasper bundles her into the backseat, alarm flooding back to replace his annoyance. Rosalie peels out, muttering “like I’d ever go shopping with you.”

“You don’t know the future,” Alice murmurs.

She swats away the seatbelt when Jasper tries to buckle her in, instead seizing his hand and pressing it to her forehead, then the back of her neck. “That’s better,” she sighs. Her skin is damp and hot. Having his hand on her neck is a strange sensation—he can feel her pulse beneath his fingers, so close…

“Oops. Sorry.” She pulls away, leaving him to hate that she’s the responsible one right now.

“Don’t you dare kill her in my car,” says Rosalie.

if you noticed a plothole, no you didn’t

#whumptober2020 #no. 22 #drugged #twilight fanfiction #jasper hale #alice cullen #rosalie hale #jalice #drugs //#date rape mention //#fic: mine #perihelion tag

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