#Luckily a neighbor saw her and called police; so we picked her up and she is back

[siixkiing]

Well, our pupper decided to give us all a heart attack today and ran away for about an hour or two...=A=;;;

[stingslikeabee]

❛  there’s a big difference between mostly dead and all dead.  ❜

the Princess Bride starters . accepting

They faked it well - but the two girls sitting together at the police station were more used to these surroundings than they cared to admit. Of course, pretending to look intimidated and scared of the bright lights, the non-stop calling noise and the dangerous individuals temporarily under custody earned sympathy. With Melissa and Marie side by side, one wouldn’t believe him to be anything but victims.

Or so they hoped.

The last stint they had pulled during a fraternity party hadn’t ended too well - while the younger girl was almost a professional at slipping away with the money the boys never saw being removed from their wallets, one of Marie’s targets hadn’t been as drunk as she supposed; the guy was willing the blonde girl get away with it as long as he had some reward - the type that would involve dragging her back to an empty room and getting her petite frame onto a bed.

No one had to imagine that was he wanted - the guy had been yelling these words by the time Melissa arrived at the house and saw him trying to grab Marie’s wrist. Luckily, his alcohol-fueled stupor prevented the older girl from being spotted, the brunette hitting him over the head with an empty bottle picked from the yard as she ran towards her sister. However, the sound of the glass shattering and blood dripping to the ground immediately drew more attention than they wanted.

Well - desperate times called for desperate measures; but unfortunately the party had disturbed enough neighbors to have them call the police, and by the time the siblings had managed to break free of the last problem to run home, they were caught red-handed by the police (quite literally in Melissa’s case; some of her own blood was mixed there, caused by the way the bottle splintered).

Now sitting at the precinct with her own hand bandaged and accompanying Marie, an officer came around with a clipboard in hand and looking rather skeptically at them. He scratched his head and then said:

“Are you two the girls related to that fraternity boy with a nasty concussion?” the policeman questioned, almost as if he doubted that they could have caused such a massive chaos to a bigger, bulkier man. Melissa breathed with relief then - good; it meant their pity act was working as usual. The brunette nodded, and the officer whistled lowly.

“Well, you ladies did a number on him alright - he looked mostly dead when the ER took him in, but looks like he’ll make it,” he reported, and then Marie looked up at the officer with a rather indignant look, clutching her bigger sister’s hand in a demonstration of solidarity.

“There’s a big difference between mostly dead and all dead,” she said defiantly, and then Marie’s eyes went wide almost as if she had realized how bold her claims were; the girl’s demeanor changed immediately, and she lowered her gaze more demurely, facing the floor instead. “I’m sorry, sir. He wanted to... To do bad things to me, my sister, she... She only...”

Soft sniffling noises followed, and the officer seemed to despair at the sight - he apologized and offered Marie some tissues, not missing the way Melissa looked at him; almost as if the older woman was blaming the law enforcement individual for the pain caused to her sister instead of the drunk, reckless fraternity boy who thought himself above the law. Murmuring something about grabbing a hot chocolate for Marie, the officer went away - and as the blonde girl sneezed delicately, Melissa patted her on the back softly.

Marie grinned at her sister from under her curls, and the brunette chuckled softly.

“Works like a charm, doesn’t it,” Melissa mused, and then became serious all over again when the figure of the same police officer emerged from the end of the hallway, “Do your worst, honey. Perhaps we can get a free meal out of them too.”

[xx-narcissa]

Cravings

warnings: murder, blood (like a lot of it), cutting (also a lot of this), mentions of vomiting, a cult/ritual, psychiatric hospital briefly mentioned

a/n: some things to consider: the readers powers are similar to Skarlet from Mortal Kombat or blood bending in ATLA. i’m not in a cult so idk how allat works so don’t come for me if anything is wrong i’m doing my best here😭 also this is gonna be a series, i’m thinking 3 parts but if y’all like it and have more ideas for it then i wouldn’t mind making more than just 3. and the title might change, i don’t really like it but i couldn’t come up with anything else.

Wanda Maximoff x f!Black!Witch!Reader

summary: After being captured by the Avengers, Wanda is the only one to show you at least a little sympathy. Maybe you can convince her to join your cause.

masterlist pt2 pt3

(not my gif)

The power surged through your veins as you stared down at their lifeless bodies. “Liars,” You repeatedly mumbled. You stood over them, as if you expected them to get back up. But how does one walk with no blood?

When the police arrived 15 minutes later, they saw you curled up in a ball on the kitchen floor still mumbling. You were right next to your dead foster parents, laying in a pool of their blood. Your foster sister ran over to the police officers, she was the one who called them. They took you outside and put you in the back of one of the cars, and all the neighbors watched in fear and horror.

The courts didn’t know what to do with you, you were only 6. So they threw you into a psych ward, and made you somebody else’s problem. Luckily they didn’t have to deal with you for long. You got out of there, determined to seek the truth.

-=-

“Since when did we handle serial killers? That sounds like a job for the police.”

Steve looked up at Natasha and shook his head. “Since the serial killers began killing people internationally. And not even your average stabbing or shooting, but straight executions. Several governments have asked us to look into this.” He pulled out the file he had been given by Fury and handed it to Natasha. “Not all of us have to go, but I think Wanda should. I know she’s new but this person seems dangerous and I know she could protect the whole group.”

Natasha skimmed over the file and thought for a second. “How do we know this is one person and not an organization? Like HYDRA or something like that?”

“We don’t. Which is why we have to investigate. But I doubt it’s HYDRA, their style isn’t to kill people in broad daylight. If it were kidnappings then I’d suspect them, but not this. Still, we should try to keep an open mind and not rule out anything. Can you call everyone else in here? I want to catch them up to speed and see if anyone would volunteer to go.”

She nodded and left the meeting room, leaving the file behind. Though he had been through it once already, Steve picked up the file and began to read through it a second time. Reading the descriptions of the crime scenes gave him the chills, and the pictures were even worse. The details were gruesome and made him sick to his stomach. He’d seen a lot in his days, but this just made him want to throw up everything he’d eaten in the past week.

The team filed in one by one, with Tony coming in last. Once everyone was there, Steve cleared his throat to begin, but Tony beat him to the punch. “So what was so important that I had to drop everything for this? I’ll have you know I was about to make a groundbreaking scientific discovery. I was going to see if apples tasted good with ketchup.”

“Okay, I’m choosing to ignore that last sentence. Anyways, we’ve been asked to look into some killings. Honestly? I have no idea how we’re going to approach this. This person seems to have no rhyme or reason or motif. Only consistency is they leave behind a lot of blood everywhere. And the victims barely have anything in common. It goes from army generals to grocery store clerks.” Steve explained. He passed the file to Sam, who was sitting on his right.

Sam went through the file before passing it to Bucky with wide eyes. It continued to go around the table until it got back to Steve. “Yeah, that’s some fucked up shit. But what are we supposed to do about that? Seems like some shit the police should handle.” Tony said after thinking about the contents of the file.

“A dagger.” Steve said quietly. Everyone looked at him curiously, waiting for him to elaborate. “That’s the only murder weapon. At least that the one they suspect. How can someone do that much damage with only a little dagger?”

“Unless they have some sort of powers or enhancements.” Bucky finished the thought for him.

Steve nodded, agreeing with him. “So we need a team. We shouldn’t all go, just in case back up is needed if stuff gets messy. Wanda, I want you to go.” The young witch, whose been quiet this whole time, looked up at him with furrowed brows. “No need to beat around the bush, you’re powerful. If things go south I know I can trust you to get everyone out alive and safe.”

Wanda didn’t say anything, so Steve continued his explanation.

By the time the meeting was over, a small team had been decided. It was going to be Wanda, Bucky, Steve, and Natasha. They had no idea how they were going to track down this murderer, but they had to start somewhere.

-=-

Panama. Where the latest murder had taken place. The group went to the crime scene to look for anything useful, but came up with essentially nothing. Blood samples had already been sent to multiple labs, desperately trying to see if they could identify blood not from the victim. If they were going to find anything, it wasn’t going to be at the crime scene.

A curfew had been set for the people of Las Tablas and the whole Los Santos province, since it was where the murder took place. Natasha had suggested watching the streets to see if they could catch anyone breaking curfew, then see if that’s the killer.

They all were stationed in different areas around the city. Natasha on top of a hotel, Bucky in an alleyway, Wanda parked in a jeep, and Steve inside of an abandoned building.

For five nights in a row, they got in their same positions and waited. Yet so far it’s been a whole bunch of nothing. Bucky saw a rat once, but that was about it. Until Natasha saw a figure coming out of a little corner store, which was closed just like everything else, so there shouldn’t have been anybody in there.

“I think I’ve got something.” Natasha whispered into her earpiece. As soon as she did, the figure looked up at her before running in the opposite direction. “They’re heading your way, Steve! See if you can catch them.”

Steve ran out the building just in time to see the figure running by. With his enhanced abilities he was able to catch up to them. They were wearing a deep red cloak, and when he reached to pull down the hood, he saw vibrant red braids. While he stared at their hair, the person was able to grab Steve’s wrist and pull him down to the ground.

When he stood up, the person was gone. But now they had some actual information to go off of.

-=-

The hot sun beat down on your skin as you took a long sip of your drink. It was helping you cool down, but also giving you a warm feeling inside. A girl sat at another table kept glancing at you, thinking you didn’t notice but you did. And when you two made eye contact, you gave her a small smile that immediately made her look away. She seemed so innocent, pure, and perfect.

You got up from your table and made your way over to hers. “Since you like to stare at me so much, I figured I’d give you a closer look.” You smiled at her and took another sip of your drink.

She began to nervously play with her fingers, something you found adorable. “I’m sorry, I know that was kind of weird.”

“No, no. It’s cute. You’re cute.” She smiled widely and looked down at her lap. “I’m (Y/N).”

Her mouth opened like she was going to respond, but she closed it again when she looked up at you. The smile disappeared and was replaced with a look of concern. In turn your smiled faded and you turned around to see what had ruined the mood.

Four white people were walking your direction, staring right at you. You turned back to give the girl an apologetic smile before leaving the table to see what they wanted.

You recognized them as some of the Avengers, as the girl probably did. They glared at you like you were a filthy criminal, and you took a little offense to that. Without any words exchanged, the blonde that you knew as Captain America grabbed your arm and made you go with them. You didn’t try to fight him, knowing you were outnumbered and in public, and you didn’t want to cause an even bigger scene.

The five of you walked in silence until they brought you into a rundown hotel room and sat you down at a table. “We know you were out last night. Two hours past the curfew.” Natasha said sternly. “Why?”

You shrugged with a sly smile. “This isn’t funny. Why were you breaking the curfew? Why did you run?” Bucky was demanding answers. This whole situation had him on edge with how little they knew, so he was determined to get information out of you.

“What do you mean? Haven’t you heard? There’s a killer on the loose.” You whispered the last sentence in a sing-song tone, which only seemed to make Bucky angrier.

He was about to say something else when Steve interrupted him. “If you were worried about being chased by the killer then you shouldn’t be out past the curfew. That’s what it’s there for. So why did you break the curfew?”

“I had some things to attend to. Can a lady not attend to her things?”

“What kind of things?” Natasha asked.

You remained silent. With the smallest smile still on your lips. It was obvious you weren’t going to give a straight answer any time soon.

Wanda silently walked behind you and placed both her hands on either side of your head. Your eyes turned a glowing red as she ventured deep into your thoughts.

There was a small table with a body on it, that body surrounded by candles. On the walls was some sort of symbol drawn with red paint. Or blood. An older woman walked into view, holding a lit candle. She murmured some chant under her breath, and the flame turned a deep red. You raised your hand, pulling blood from the nose of the body. The blood formed into a knife shape, and you slit your wrist with it, letting your blood drip down onto the lifeless body. This time you raised your other hand, lifting the blood that just came out of you, and dropping it onto the flame. The room was engulfed in a red light, which was absorbed into your body. The woman across the table smiled, and blew out the candle, causing all the other candles to go out and the room to go dark.

“What do you see?” Steve spoke up. Wanda looked concentrated, and a little scared. Everyone else was getting scared too. She didn’t respond, only exploring more of your memories.

The man was on his knees, begging and pleading. Yet through his sobs, his words were incoherent. You stood before him, watching him intently. Wanda could feel what you felt in that moment, and it was utter joy. She felt sick. You laughed at the man, an evil and almost maniacal laugh. He looked up with red, puffy eyes. With a gloved hand, you moved his shirt so you’d have access to his shoulder. You pulled out an ancient looking dagger and made a small cut, but enough to draw blood. Then Wanda saw as all the life was drained from this man as you pulled out every single ounce of his blood. He fell over, lifeless, but you weren’t done. You formed his blood into a bunch of spikes, then sent them down into his body, forming holes everywhere. Repeatedly, you lifted the spikes then sent them back down into his body, before ultimately dropping all his blood and leaving his house as if nothing had happened.

When Wanda let go of your head, she instinctively covered her mouth with her hand, disgusted at what she saw. Tears formed in her eyes as she replayed the memory in her own head. She recognized the man as one of the victims of this mystery killer. It only made her feel even more nauseous, thinking about how he was just one of your many victims.

At this reaction, Natasha immediately detained you, putting you in handcuffs and slamming your face against the table.

-=-

“That’s the killer? Are you sure? I was expecting some big monster or alien.” Tony whispered to Steve.

“Wanda went in her head, saw her killing one of the guys in the file. Said she even laughed when she did it.”

Tony shuddered and looked back at you, who was sitting in a cell of reinforced glass. You looked up at him and met his gaze with a sinister smile, causing him to cautiously take a step back. “Why is she here? This woman is dangerous! Take her to the raft or something.”

The blonde shook his head, and glanced at you, seeing you cutting yourself with your own blood. He winced and turned back to Tony. “We can’t do that. She’s going to be dangerous wherever she goes. Right now those power blocking handcuffs aren’t even working, she’s still doing her little blood thing. And besides, I want to get as much information from her as I can. Wanda said she saw her doing some kind of ritual, so there’s probably a whole cult of these blood people that could be a potential danger. If we hand her over to the raft we won’t get the chance to question her and look into her mind further.”

“Yeah, as if she’d let you.” Tony scoffed. “You guys looked into her mind once, and as you said she can still use her powers. So who’s to say she’s going to cooperate and let Wanda read her mind again? We’d be putting Wanda in danger by doing that. Maybe you should work on getting her trust first, so she doesn’t snap and kill us all.”

For a moment, Steve thought over what Tony said, and eventually came to the conclusion that he was right. They got lucky the first time. Wanda had snuck up on you and you weren’t expecting it. This time you could fight back, physically or mentally, and he didn’t want to put Wanda in danger like that.

There was one problem though. You’d never trust them as long as you were in a cell, and they’d never trust you if you were let out of it.

The two men left the room, needing more time to think of a plan.

Hours later, the door opened again, and you looked up from your spot on the floor. This time it wasn’t Captain America or Iron Man, it was the one Avenger you didn’t know. You saw her on the news once, but you didn’t pay enough attention to learn her name.

What you did know, was that she was the reason you were in this cell. Yet strangely, you weren’t mad at her. In fact, you sympathized with her. She seemed like she was the youngest Avenger, like she needed to please the rest. It was something you’ve felt your entire life.

She looked sad for you. Makes sense, since you were in a dreary room with nothing but a sorry excuse of a bed and a little toilet, with a sheer curtain for privacy. She noticed that you had been writing on the walls in blood, and her eyes widened when she realized it was the same symbol from your memories. It seemed to be two swords crossing over each other like an X.

“Enyo.” You whispered when you saw her looking at it. “That is the symbol of Enyo. The goddess of war, destruction, and bloodlust. The things we live for.” There was a long silence, with her just staring at the picture and you staring at your hands. “What do you live for?”

She was taken aback by your question, and didn’t really know how to answer it. “Not much. I’ve lost everyone I love.”

You looked up at her and saw that she was now staring at you. The two of you held eye contact for a little while until you filled the silence again. “You can love again. There is an unlimited supply of love inside of us, we just need someone to share it with. You have people around you. Share with them.”

Instead of saying anything about that, she responded with a question. “Who do you share your love with?”

“Nobody. Everyone I give my love to never gives it back, so I’ve stopped giving it.”

“Nonsense. You just said there was an unlimited supply.”

You shook your head and broke the eye contact, choosing to look back down at your hands. “Not for people like me. People who don’t fit. I never fit. But you do. You fit, and you love.”

She thought about your words, letting them marinate in her mind. “I’m Wanda.” You raised your head once again, looking at her. “And I think you’ll fit here. Eventually.”

With that, Wanda turned around and left the room, making you feel alone all over again.

[shemarmooresfedora]

Collision Course

Summary: You and Spencer were just bound to collide. Only fate could plan a first meeting that unique.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: fluff, minor car crash (no serious injuries), swearing, sexual harassment (specifically cat-calling from a stranger), mentions of eating a lot of food, implied allusion to sex (not specifically stated)

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: this is my one-shot entry for @ellesgreenaway ‘s 1k follower celebration! congratulations! <3 i’ve had this fic in my drive for a while but i never got around to finishing it until now

Masterlist

The metro was down for scheduled repairs today. JJ offered to bring Spencer in but he politely declined. He figured he should drive his car at least every once and a while so it doesn’t just collect rust in his parking spot.

Leaving his apartment 15 minutes earlier than he normally would to account for his rather slow driving, Spencer cautiously reversed out of his space.

He sighed in relief that he had not hit the neighboring cars. Spencer began to pull out of the parking garage. Unfortunately, he was so relieved from his little victory that he forgot to check both ways when he drove out of the parking garage.

Spencer slammed on the brakes but it was too late. He hit a young woman jogging and knocked her to the ground. Luckily, his average speed was that of a snail so he hoped her injuries were not too bad.

Spencer put the car in park and got out, “Oh god, oh god, oh god. Are you okay, miss?”

“I think so,” you were on the ground, assessing your body for any damage.

“Can you stand?” Spencer extended his hand to help you up.

You carefully stood, wincing a little when you put pressure on your left ankle.

“Is there anyone I can call? Do you want me to drive you to the ER?” Spencer frantically asked.

Your eyes widened, “No!” you stated a little too loudly, “Um I mean no thank you. I should finish my run anyways. I have a 5k for Alzheimer’s research coming up and I need to run or else I don’t raise any money,” you politely waved and took off again, much slower this time.

Spencer cringed as he watched you limp slightly every time you stepped on your left ankle, knowing it was his fault you were in pain. He sighed and pulled out his phone.

“Hey JJ, have you left yet? I need a ride, I’ll explain in the car.”

-

“Pretty Boy, how was your drive in?” Derek asked as soon as Spencer stepped off the elevator with JJ.

“I got about 20 feet and then hit someone with my car and had to call JJ so not great,” he admitted.

“Boy Wonder, you did WHAT? Are they okay?” Penelope gasped.

“She insisted she was fine but then she was limping away. I offered her a ride but she didn’t seem too keen on getting in a car with me,” Spencer explained.

“I wonder why,” Emily chuckled.

-

So there Spencer was. In the park in his only pair of short athletic shorts and a hoodie.

He had asked Penelope to sign him up for the 5k as a way to sort of make it up to the woman he hit. Plus, obviously it was for a good cause that was near and dear to his heart because of his mother.

Spencer had to take a lot of water breaks, periodically stopping to walk for a bit.

In the distance, he saw you on a bench and he suddenly felt the energy again to continue running to you. As he approached, he saw you tightening an ankle brace around your left foot and to make matters worse, you had a wrist brace as well.

Spencer considered just leaving you alone but he felt the need to apologize.

“H-Hello,” he awkwardly sputtered.

“Oh, hi,” you replied.

“I am so so sorry. Please let me pay your medical bills and any other expenses that I caused,” Spencer apologized.

“Unless you meant to hit me then it’s fine,” you stood from the bench.

“I definitely didn’t and I wasn’t on my phone or anything like that. I just barely ever drive but the metro was down today,” Spencer explained.

“You don’t have to pay my medical bills. I’m friends with a nurse so she did this for free. However, I would allow you to sponsor me for the 5k,” you answered.

“Absolutely,” Spencer nodded, “And funny story, you inspired me to register as well. I got everyone in my office to sponsor me.”

“That’s so great! The money is certainly going to a good cause.”

Spencer saw you smile for the first time since he met you.

“I’ve never been much of an athlete though. I barely passed my fitness test for work,” Spencer admitted.

“What kind of job has a fitness test?” you asked.

“I work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI,” Spencer stated.

“Oh shit, you’re a federal agent? Maybe I will sue you and make bank,” you grinned.

Spencer’s face reddened.

“It was just a joke. You can laugh, then that means the incident is in the past and no hard feelings,” you smiled, “I’m Y/N.”

“Spencer.”

“Well, Spencer, if you ever need a running buddy, I’m more than happy to come along seeing as we both are training for the same thing. But I do have to warn you, this brace is kind of a bitch so I’m a little slower than normal.”

“I can assure you that you will probably still be faster than me with the brace on so maybe it was a good thing for me that I hit you with my car so you won’t be miles ahead,” Spencer grinned.

You laughed wholeheartedly, “See, Spencer! I’m laughing about it so no hard feelings, all is forgiven.”

“I’m just finishing up for the day but I was planning on being here again on Wednesday at the same time if you want to meet at this bench,” you offered.

“Yeah, I can do that,” Spencer nodded.

“See you around, Spencer. Hopefully not in your car though,” you winked and waved.

-

“Oh god, you’ve fallen in love with the chick you almost killed,” Derek groaned.

“Not love...well, yet anyways. She’s so pretty and easy to talk to and isn’t mean to me after everything that has happened and her laugh is like honey,” Spencer smiled softly, recalling the sound in his mind.

“Okay, lover boy,” Penelope giggled, “Did you get her number?”

“No but we’re meeting for a run tomorrow. We actually met at the park when I was training,” Spencer said.

“So she’s seen you in those short shorts and agreed to another meeting? Maybe you do have a chance, kid, cause you really put it all out there,” Derek smirked.

“Speaking of, I actually need to get more of them,” Spencer sipped his coffee.

“Just go all the way and get spandex. Leave nothing to the imagination,” Derek chuckled as Spencer rolled his eyes.

-

“Jesus, I’m going to have to hit your right leg this time if I’m going to have any chance of keeping up with you,” Spencer huffed as he bent over his knees to catch his breath.

“Well good news is that was four miles so you definitely will be able to run a 5k because it’s only 3.1 miles,” you encouraged him.

“Technically, it’s 3.10686 miles but I see your point,” Spencer heaved.

“I know a really good smoothie place nearby. Come on, it’s on me,” you grabbed his hand.

Luckily, Spencer’s face was already red from exercising so you weren’t able to see the blush that formed on his cheeks.

“No, it’s definitely on me. I know you said we’re fine but I am forever going to be indebted to you because of the incident.”

“Spencer, really just forget about it,” you assured him.

“I can’t, I have an eidetic memory,” he grinned.

“Ah, I see. Fine, you buy me one smoothie but then we’re even,” you conceded.

You were walking down the street to the cafe when you heard a whistle come from one of the cars driving by.

“Damn, your ass is looking sexy in those leggings,” a man hollered from his passing truck.

You flipped him off and tried to pull your shirt down as much as possible, crossing your arms tightly around your front.

Spencer unzipped his hoodie and extended it towards you, “Sorry, it’s a little sweaty but if you want to wear it, you can.”

You smiled softly and accepted the sweatshirt, feeling more comfortable now.

“I’ve got his license plate number memorized and I intend to file a police report. Unfortunately, reports like these usually don’t go very far but I’ll keep pushing it through. I’ll also call the company that was printed on the side of the truck and ask to speak to his supervisor,” Spencer spoke softly after a few minutes.

“Thanks, Spencer,” you leaned your head on his shoulder and sighed.

“You don’t have to thank me for that. I’m just doing what’s right. He had no right to make comments about your body,” Spencer said, wrapping a gentle arm around your upper waist.

-

“Welcome to Y/N’s carbo-loading extravaganza!” you opened the door of your apartment to let Spencer in.

“I brought dessert as requested,” Spencer held up a chocolate cake.

“I like how you think, Spencer. Dinner’s all ready,” you smiled.

“Spaghetti, meatballs, and crispy buttery garlic bread,” you pulled the bread out of the oven.

“Looks absolutely delicious,” he complimented.

“Eating carbohydrates before a race boosts the glycogen storage in your muscles allowing you to work out longer,” Spencer informed you.

“Interesting, I never knew the science behind it but I’m never going to complain about eating tons of pasta and bread,” you twirled some pasta on to your fork.

Halfway through the meal, Spencer accidentally got a sauce stain on his pale pink shirt.

“Oh no,” you said as he tried to dab it away.

“That needs to soak right away. I don’t want any casualties at the carbo-loading extravaganza. Give it to me to scrub and I’ll get you another shirt.”

Spencer unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off. You gulped at the sight of him shirtless, grabbing the shirt and heading to your bathroom sink to scrub it with laundry detergent.

“You can just grab any t-shirt from my room that you think will fit,” you called out to him.

Spencer settled on a light gray shirt with a golden retriever on the front.

“Okay, the stain is out! It’s just soaking now-“ you immediately stopped talking as soon as you saw the shirt Spencer was wearing.

He noticed your eyes were beginning to glisten with tears, “I’m so sorry. I can pick a different shirt,” Spencer was already beginning to pull it over the top of his head.

“No it’s fine, Spencer. That’s just my grandma’s t-shirt. I forgot I even had it.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” he spoke guiltily.

“You didn’t know, besides it looks good on you anyways,” you smiled, “My grandma is the whole reason I’m running the 5k.”

“My mom has Alzheimer’s too so I understand that it’s extremely hard to watch a loved one go through that,” Spencer pulled you in for a hug.

You cried into his chest as he rubbed soothing circles on your back.

After Spencer hadn’t heard any sniffles in a while, he whispered, “Do you have any tea I can make you?”

You nodded and Spencer guided you to the couch, wrapping you in a blanket before turning the kettle on.

-

Spencer answered the cheerful knocking at his front door early in the morning.

“Race day! Are you ready?” you exclaimed.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess,” Spencer smiled.

“I promise we are sticking together the whole time because it doesn’t matter how long it takes us as long as we finish,” you held up your pinky.

“Together,” Spencer affirmed, locking his pinky with yours.

The starting line in the park was only a short distance away from Spencer’s apartment so you and Spencer decided to walk there as a little warm-up.

You and Spencer were doing quad stretches when you saw his eyes wander to something behind you and then widen. His face immediately reddening.

“What?” you asked, turning around to see a group of people with a sign that read ‘Go Spencer and his girlfriend!’

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t expect them to do that,” Spencer stammered.

The poor boy was so flustered so you decided to take it easy on him.

“I don’t mind,” you shrugged with a slight smile.

“You don’t?” Spencer clarified, “I’m not very good with words or flirting in general but I would like to see you again after the race is over. Maybe I could take you out to dinner?”

“Yes but my only condition is...I’m driving,” you smirked.

“Oh, you’ll pay for that,” Spencer grinned.

An air horn sounded, signaling the start of the race.

“I think you’re going to have to catch me first, Dr. Reid,” you giggled as you sprinted ahead.

-

“It’s in sight, Spencer! We can do this!” you pointed to the finish line in the distance.

“Y/N, you’re going to have to carry me. I can’t,” Spencer heaved.

“If you finish this race, I will…” you cupped your hand to his ear and whispered something.

Spencer immediately perked up and started running again.

“Hey, wait up!” you laughed.

You and Spencer crossed the finish line at the same time. Spencer’s legs immediately gave out which caused you to fall too, collapsing on top of him.

“I know I’m really sweaty and gross right now but can I please kiss you?” Spencer whispered.

Your lips were pressed on his as soon as he finished his sentence. You honestly didn’t know how long you had been kissing for but you didn’t look up until you heard one of the race officials shout, “Hey lovebirds! That’s very sweet but other people are trying to cross the finish line.”

“Sorry!” you and Spencer apologized, scrambling to your feet.

“Not really,” Spencer whispered to you and you jabbed him in the side with your elbow playfully, stifling a laugh.

what slightly inspired this fic is one time @samuel-de-champagne-problems commented on one of my posts “i could never stay mad at spencer” and then i thought to myself “same. i couldn’t stay mad at him even if he hit me with his car” and now here we are... 🚙

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[steve-harringtons-lover]

Your Worst Nightmare - Billy Loomis

Lilith's head pounded as she opened her eyes. She stared at the ceiling in confusion, not knowing where she was at or what had happened before she blacked out. Suddenly, the memories of the phone calls, Steve being killed, the patio door shattering, Casey running away, the white mask all flooded back. Lilith felt prickles on her hands and she lifted them up to examine them. There was glass stuck on both of her hands.

She quickly sat up as she realized she was laying in broken glass, but soon regretted that decision as her head pounded even harder. She picked the pieces of glass, that luckily didn't cut her palm, off her hand before gripping her head. She felt a sharp sting in her right arm, and she felt it as she looked around the living room. Something smelled like it was burning. She examined her fingers, realizing they were covered in blood.

She looked at her arm, seeing a big piece of glass cut through her long sleeve shirt and was now stuck in her skin. Blood surrounded the small injury. Lilith tried her best to pull it out, but the stinging feeling continued making it unbearable to get out. She gripped the place under the cut as she stood up. Something was burning. Dark clouds filled the ceiling of the hallway she had been walking through earlier that night.

Lilith saw that the front door was open, so she made her way cautiously toward it. She peeked out the window to see Mr. and Mrs. Becker, Casey's parents, clinging on to each other as they both cried. Lilith opened the door. Before she could ask why they were crying, the question was answered for her. Casey was hung by a rope on the tree in her front yard. Blood covered the rope, and her insides were on the outside. Lilith covered her mouth, almost about to puke at the sight.

"Lilith, darling, are you alright?" Mrs. Becker asked when she noticed the teenage girl on the porch. "Not really." Lilith said as she glanced down to the cut on her arm. "We all need to get in the car. We're going to the neighbor's house to call the police." Mr. Becker announced as he ushered both Lilith and his wife into the car.

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Lilith sat in the back of an ambulance outside of Casey's house as cops come in and out the front doors. Dewey Riley, Tatum's older brother, worked as the deputy at the towns police department. He was by Lilith's side to see if she was alright. "We're going to take this piece of glass out now, so you might want to hold on to something." The paramedic that was tending to Lilith said. Dewey grabbed a hold of her hand. As the paramedic pulled the piece of glass out, Lilith squeezed Dewey's hand and she bit down on her lip.

When they pulled out the piece of glass the paramedic wrapped the cut in a white bandage. "You okay?" Dewey asked as he gave Lilith a reassuring squeeze of her hand. Right when he asked that, a familiar looking truck pulled into Casey's driveway. "Lilith?" Billy yelled as he stepped out of his truck. Once he spotted her, he jogged over. "You can't be here, Billy. This is an official crime scene." Dewey said as he placed an arm out blocking Billy from Lilith.

"It's alright, Dewey. You should really go help out inside instead of making sure I'm okay." Lilith said. "You sure?" Dewey asked, looking back at her. Lilith nodded her head before Dewey sighed, dropping his arm. "Fine, just don't come inside. Yell if you need me, alright?" Dewey instructed both of the teenagers. Lilith nodded as Dewey walked toward the house before she turned her attention back to Billy. "I'm so sorry I was late, Lils." Billy frantically apologized.

"You're fine, Billy. You wouldn't have been able to save us anyway." Lilith said as she gave Billy a small reassuring smile. He gave her a apologetic smile in response. Lilith shivered as a gust of wind blew through the air. "Here have my jacket." Billy offered as he stepped up into the ambulance to sit beside Lilith. He took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "Thanks." Lilith leaned into Billy's side as he placed his arm around her.

"You okay?" Billy mumbled as he played with her fingers. Lilith nodded, closing her eyes as she rested her head on his shoulder. "It was horrifying though." Lilith spoke, her voice sounding hoarse. The dark, raspy voice rang through her ears. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there, Lils." Billy apologized again before planting a kiss on her head.

Billy and Lilith sat in silence as he played with her fingers. Lilith watched multiple police officers come in and out of the house, Dewey being one of them. "Hey, kid. How about we get you home." Dewey said as he approached the young couple. "Are you sure?" Lilith asked as she picked her head up from Billy's shoulder. "Yeah, you look tired. Plus, this is going to take hours. I'll drive you home." Dewey confirmed.

"Can Billy take me home?" Lilith suddenly asked, placing her hand on Billy's leg. "Do you think that would be safe?" Dewey asked unsure. "He'll protect me. Right, Billy?" Lilith looked up at Billy. "Of course. She'll be in good hands, Dewey." Billy confirmed as he squeezed Lilith's shoulder. Dewey looked between the two. "Alright, fine. Just let me know if anything happens, okay?" Dewey told Lilith. "Promise. Come on, Billy." Lilith jumped down from the ambulance hand in hand with Billy.

She didn't want to bring attention to herself by arriving home in a cop car. Neighbors could make up as many theories as they want. Billy escorted Lilith to his truck. They were nearly there, but something caught Lilith's eye. A white tarp was laying on the ground under the tree Casey was hanging from, covering a big lump. Lilith let go of Billy's hand and began walking over to the lump.

"Where are you-" Billy was about to ask where she was going, but the white tarp caught his eye. "Lilith, don't." Billy tried to stop her from something she was probably not ready to see; however, she ignored him. She kneeled beside the white tarp, taking deep breaths before pulling back the white tarp. Casey's lifeless eyes bored into Lilith's. Casey's cheeks were purple and so were the parts under her eyes.

Lilith tried to shake the image of how much her best friend had to struggle in her last moments. "Oh, Casey." Lilith mumbled, tears threatening to spill from her eyes as she smoothed down Casey's blonde hair. "Lils?" Billy's voice was soft as he spoke up from behind Lilith. She took one last glance at Casey before covering her head back up with the tarp. Lilith stood up and turned around.

She hooked her arms around Billy's neck, nuzzling her face into his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he felt wetness seep through his shirt. Lilith had begun to cry for the first time that night. "I know, I know." Billy smoothed Lilith's hair down. No, he didn't know. His best friend wasn't dead. He didn't answer those phone calls. He wasn't there to feel scared.

After a few minutes, Billy walked Lilith to his truck. After putting her into the passenger's seat, he got into the driver's seat. The car ride to Lilith's house was silent, the couple holding hands while Lilith looked out the window. She wasn't up for talking, and Billy knew that. That was one of the things she loved about Billy Loomis. He could always read her body language or her expressions. It might be scary to be that readable to someone, but he has saved her from the most embarrassing moments she's ever been in.

They reached Lilith's house, and Billy pulled into her driveway. Her parents were home luckily. "Thank you." Lilith broke the silence. "For what?" Billy asked as he drew small circles on the back of her hand. "For being with me right now. Especially in a time like this." Lilith finally looked over at him. "You're welcome." Billy said. He gave Lilith a reassuring squeeze to her hand before pulling his hand away. She leant over to give him a kiss on the cheek before she opened the door. They bid each other goodbye before Lilith walks to her door. Billy waited until she was safely inside before pulling off.

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(Hope you enjoyed this chapter!! Also, these chapters are posted on my Wattpad, my user is Njboizrule!!)

[i-cant-sing]

Okay, Moon anon was able to contact me and I'm gonna post their chapters 3-6 here.

Daniel and YN 3 🌗🌗

Rainy days are crazy. Some of YN’s best and worst memories were on a rainy day. It was a rainy day when Daniel was born. His parents overjoyed when he decided to join the world early. The Sunny morning turned rainy when they saw something was wrong. The sky was so dark when the doctored explained that their baby didn’t get enough oxygen in the womb or when he came out. That his brain was impacted by the trauma. It took four years for Daniel’s mother to stop blaming herself, four years for her to understand that she couldn’t have known that something was wrong in her womb. Four years when they had their second child. It was a rainy day when YN and Daniel got lost. Holding each other’s hand, tightly they wandered the Kamino Ward. Hoping that their parents would be right down an alley or around the corner. That was a terrible 6th birthday for YN. The steps Daniel left in the dirt started to get deeper and more burnt. The boy slightly started to tremble. “Daniel.. it’s gonna be ok. Momma and Pop are going to find us we just have to-“ “Are you two lost?” A very tall man in a black suit asked. YN couldn’t remember his face, but his voice was eerily calm and smoothe. His head had snow white hair on it. A look at him would’ve left even the hero All Might scared. “ye…Yes. My brother and I can’t find our parents..” “Oh dear. Well I can help you. They couldn’t have gotten far.” He held his hand to Daniel. And he almost took it had YN not stepped in. “We’re not supposed to touch strangers.” “Oh yes, that’s a very good rule. Well my name is.. Shigaraki. Now what are yours?” “…yn.. and daniel..” “Now we aren’t strangers. Let’s get you two somewhere safe. Your brother’s quirk might level the neighborho-“ “YN! DANIEL!” The relieved voice of their father shouted out. And the two quickly turned away, toward his calls and open arms. Tears running down their faces, swearing to never wander off again. The day was saved. When YN went to turn to Mr Shigaraki to tell him it was fine, he had disappeared into the crowd. But one question lingered in her head. How did he know Daniel’s quirk could be dangerous? It was a sunny day at first when YN and Daniel went out to the park for their Day out. YN had already planned to tell her parents that she wanted to come back here for her 12th birthday in a few months. Daniel kept over-stimulating himself with every single thing that caught his eyes. The anthill, the trees, the way the wind carried the leaves, when he and YN jumped around over the hopscotch drawings. When the rain came down they didn’t want to leave. They wanted to splash in the wetness like a couple of ducks. But Momma was insistent it was time to go back to the apartment. Inside the car YN immediately put on her headphones to listen to nightcore covers of popular songs. It wasn’t until she noticed her mom’s terrified expression and felt her dad’s fear did she take them off. “-I DONT KNOW ITS NOT BREAKING!” “WE’RE GOING RIGHT INTO TRAFFIC! DO SOMETHING!” “..momma?..” “DANIEL! YN GET DOWN!” That was the last thing her mother said to her. The rain hit the car harder. Daniel was quick to cover his little sister as the car swerved towards a large truck. YN felt her brother shield over their bodies. The last thing she heard from her father was a yell. Before they crashed into the truck. Before YN and Daniel were flung out into the side of the road. Scratches beginning to litter their arms and cheeks. YN felt the rain on her face as she tried looking up. Tried finding her parents. It was a rainy day when the last image of her parents was the crushed front end of the car. 🌗🌗

Daniel and YN 4 🌗🌗

The incident at the cafe left a bigger mess then was intended. Of course the waitress didn’t say a word about who caused the mess, still terrified of the threat, but the manager still called the police. At the moment it was being investigated as a break in. It wasn’t until they started to bag the broken vases as evidence did they think to call a hero as they believed this was a terrorist villain trying to strike more fear. When the first cop touch the broken vases he immediately fell over and started seizing. Like someone had sent hundreds of volts up through his gloved fingers and into his blood stream. The second cop tried picking up the glass with prongs so that she wouldn’t get the same effect. But she still felt some pain and volts. Even the glass windows were giving off static. When they were examined no one could find a point of impact. It was almost like they spontaneously exploded. Worse and more confusing yet was the fact that the material seemed to give off radiation spikes. From a computer screen image, it was like a red glow was emanated from the glass. When the police tried to check the cameras, all the footage was either ruined, too melted to gather anything. It left them in a stump. So they had to make a plea to the hero society to get fresh eyes and help on the case. Not expecting any big response. Some heroes wanted to solve the mystery because it stumped them as well. This quirk residue was something unseen before. Calls and emails were left. All saying they would look into it. And it seemed like this would just be a mysterious case left forgotten. That is until the All Might showed up in the station one morning. Along with his protege Deku. They said they wanted to solve the case because if this person left such a dangerous residue after using their quirk, then they were a danger to themselves and others. No on saw the real intentions in their eyes. When they asked about the only other patron in the cafe the police said that they tried tracking them down, but they were gone into the wind. The only other patron at the cafe made their way into a compound. Holding treats meant for a little girl. But first he had to make a stop at his boss’s office. “Hey.. Kai. You won’t believe what Just saw.” Meanwhile in the station two separate rats made calls to two separate people. “Put me through to Shigaraki…. Hello. I have something interesting to tell you. Something that might please you and your Sensei.” “Oh hey there Aizawa. Detective Tsukauchi here. Look I you know about that cafe destruction a week ago? Yea well I think you outta here about this.” Indeed the cafe incident left a bigger mess than intended. 🌗🌗

Daniel and YN part 5 🌗🌗

They’d been gone for at least two months. YN’s feet hurt and Daniel missed his own bed. But they had to keep going, with no intended final destination but a goal to keep away from the previous home they ran from. After the morning at the cafe, YN and Daniel had kept to the shadows for the rest of the day. But they couldn’t keep going like this. They needed to eat today but not at a restaurant. There was only one dreaded… dreaded option. The grocery store. So after they checked in at the latest motel with kitchens in the rooms, the siblings ventured off to the store.YN couldn’t leave Daniel alone yet. He’d panic and probably have a fit. The store was minimally packed. Since it was still early in the day it seemed like they would zip in and out with relative ease. After grabbing the bare essentials, and what she could pack in a backpack without much drag, it was time to go to the candy aisle. It was a long journey thus far, a journey deserving of some sour candies. But of course there had to be another person there. Invading space and looking right at her favorites. She wanted to just grab and go. But her hand and the stranger's hand touched as they reached for the same one. “Sorry. I should’ve watched where I was going heh..” The tall redhead said. A small blush on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s fine. Lemme just grab and go here.” She looked back for Daniel, luckily he was close by staring at the varieties of pocky they had. Turning back she noticed his uniform. UA, that might prove to be a complication. But YN was desperate for some kind words and a brief moment to talk to someone her own age. “So you go to UA? Are you a general student or a hero course student?” “Oh hero course definitely! I even have my hero name chosen!” “Wow that’s great. I hope in a few years I get to be saved by…?” “Red Riot!” “Like Crimson Riot?” “Exactly! I really admire him and I hope I live up to his-“ “OI SH**TY HAIR! WE’RE GONNA BE LATE! GRAB YOUR CRAP AND LET’S GO!” A blonde kid shouted down the aisle, also wearing a UA outfit. YN couldn’t place why but she felt like she’d known him before. That volume felt very familiar, but it startled her brother who jumped in fear causing the pocky he saw to fall off the shelving. Time to go now. “I should go anyway. It was nice meeting you.” “Wait, we could walk you and your brother to your school if you guys want?” “We have to go.” The blonde got closer and she could tell something was perpetually up his ass. “Bye.” “Wait! My name’s Eijiro Kirishima. What’s yours?” “YN. Just YN. That’s my brother Daniel.” And before he or his companion could ask anything else the two siblings fast walked toward the checkout and were out the door before they got another chance to talk to them. “YN… huh she was pretty cool right bakubro!” “What ever. Let’s get going before we show up after Deku.” But that name was familiar to him. The girl had long since faded from his mind, but how could anyone forget the day when a quirkless kid tried bashing your head into the dirt. He planned on apologizing the next day for his comments but she was gone. Gone and almost forgotten. It could be possible that this was just someone who shared the same name. But maybe.. possibly.. the universe was giving him the chance to apologize. “YN.” 🌗🌗

Daniel and YN part 6 🌗🌗

YN never really liked her neighbors. She never outright loathed them, but she was uncomfortable with how Inko kept trying to be her mother, and how Izuku had this strange obsessive stare when he looked at her. As long as they stayed in their apartment and never bothered them it would all be fine. But their parents couldn’t watch them all the time. So on days when momma and pop went out Miss Midoryia would graciously watch them. YN never liked pity. So when Miss Midoryia tried to pity and feel sorry about YN’s quirkless status, that just made her dig her heels in longer. She didn’t need people to fuss over her like she was a glass doll. At least with Izuku she could’ve had a companion. She did try to get along with him. But he was so weird. Just because they both were quirkless didn’t mean they’d would be close. “So why are you homeschooled?” “I get into fights.” “Why?” “Because people are mean and they think they’ll have no consequences to their words. I proved them wrong.” “Were they mean because you’re quirkless or because Daniel is… different?” Now obviously he didn’t mean any harm by that. But an emotional 10 year old girl is not someone to mess with. So with a sharp glare to his face the conversation quickly died. In the dining room, Daniel would usually be coloring. Or playing with his legos. Something to stim and distract his mind. Sometimes he’d just pull out a old painting his dad got him, and he’d spend hours looking at the strokes and would mentally add a new feature. Twirling the hair on his head whilst sucking/biting his thumb. “Daniel? Would you like some water?” “No miss. I want momma.” “I know sweetie but she won’t be gone forever. And you call me Inko” Though she’d prefer him to call her something more affectionate. Throughout the night Inko kept trying to mother them. She hovered over YN’s neck and tried petting her head which resulted in a swipe from the little girl. By the time YN’s parents got back, she was relieved and spent the rest of the night complaining to her mom about how she didn’t want to go over to the neighbors anymore and how she felt uncomfortable. Across the hall the two greenettes were enamored with the two kids. Inko adored how sweet Daniel was, how shy he looked to her. Izuku was star struck at this girl without a quirk who was so quick to fight against the norms put in place by a society against them. They'd soon make it a habit to try to talk to the family in the hall, or bump into them on the street. One day, after the family had been gone for a couple weeks, they saw the two with several police officers and a social worker packing away all their belongings. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that something terrible had happened. When Inko offered to watch them, the social worker confirmed the worst and took the children away. Three weeks later, as her son was at school Inko kept trying to find the legal way for her to gain custody of the kids when her door was knocked. Her husband, AFO, on the other side. She tried telling him to go away. Tried saying that he had no part in Izuku’s life anymore. But he had a bigger role than known. “How can you be so cruel my love? Especially now that I’ve opened the door for you to gain what you want?” “What do you mean?” “I’ll help you gain custody of the two children you are craving. I happen to have a fascination with them as well.” “I can’t ever guarantee that we’ll be a whole family ever again.” “Of course not. I wouldn’t expect you to. But let’s try something for now.” So Inko made a deal with the devil, to gain two angels. 🌗🌗

Now that AFO is in the story, I'm like so excited! Great work, Moon anon!

[nomtterwhere]

highly requested part two to this fic!!

a/n: this is...vey long, i literally just couldn’t stop writing. (it’s actually so long that i reached the limit of text blocks, so now there’s going to be a part 3 so stay tuned for that!) but i hope you guys liked it!! also, the way i wrote elle in this is nothing like how she is in the movie, she is nowhere near as mature as this lol.

summary: after your break up with marco, you head to the beach for the senior weekend, where you finally have to face him

word count: 5854

it had been two months since you broke up with marco and you still haven’t talked to him. he’s sent you text message after text message before you blocked him, not wanting to hear anything from him. at school, you avoided him in the halls, taking every possible out-of-the-way route. and when in classes you shared with him, you avoided the urge to even glance at him.

you could feel his gaze on you, though. it took everything in you not to take one look at the boy you once called your own, but you were determined to stay strong. and as soon as class was over, you made sure you were the first one out the door.

rachel acted as your guard during school, walking with you in the hall, helping you avoid both marco and elle. you stopped going to your locker. it’s not like you ever used it anyway, it had become more a spot for you and marco to talk between classes than anything else. now, it was just an ugly reminder of your ex.

outside of school, rachel kept inviting you out with her and lee but you declined everytime.

“rach, it’s okay. really.” you said to her one night after she invited you to a movie night with her and lee. “you don’t have to include me in everything you guys do. you deserve time with your boyfriend.”

“...okay.” she responded uneasily. “but you know you’re always welcome to hang out with us.”

you would take her up on her offer every once in a while, but made sure to give them space when they needed. instead, you started spending more time with your friends (that weren’t dating anyone) and tried to enjoy the rest of your senior year.

marco had come over twice that first week, but each time your mom, bless her, would cover for you.

“i know she’s here, could i please just talk to her?” marco pleaded.

your mom slightly shook her head as you watched from the top of the stairs. “marco, i don’t know what happened between you two, but i do know she doesn’t want to see you right now.”

that was the night of the ddr competition and after that, your mom had come upstairs and held you while you cried into her shoulder. even now, you still hadn’t told her that he had kissed elle, just that you had broken up. you told yourself you didn’t know why you couldn’t just tell her the truth, despite you always telling her everything.

but subconsciously, there was a part of you that wanted to get back together with him. and you knew that if your mom knew that he had cheated on you, there would be no chance of that happening.

but it’s two months later and while you weren’t totally over it, you were much better. you weren’t your relationship, and it took you a while to realize the breakup didn’t mean the end of you.

and now you found yourself getting ready for a senior weekend on the beach, any remains of the heartbroken girl you once were left behind you. there was no doubt you would run into marco there, considering the entire senior class was going, but you refused to dwell on that.

as you finished getting ready, your phone buzzed with a text message from your friend liz.

slowpoke much? hurry up, i’m ready to go!!

you laughed as you quickly typed out a reply, letting her know you would pick her up soon. you then unplugged your phone charger before throwing it inside your bag, then grabbed it and headed downstairs.

at the bottom of the stairs was a medium sized cooler and when you opened it, it was filled with mike’s hard bottles and white claws. you grinned and turned to your mom who was sitting at the dining table on her ipad and wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

“thank you, thank you, thank you!” you said, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

she just let out a laugh. “now i bought it because i trust you. be safe, please.”

“i will, promise.” you gave her one last hug. “love you momma.”

“i love you too, baby. have fun!”

“see you sunday!” you called as you left the house.

you headed outside, giving a quick wave to your neighbor as you walked to your car.

she waved back and glanced at the cooler you dragged behind and the overnight bag over your shoulder. “senior weekend?”

you gave her a sheepish smile and nodded.

she winked, then glanced back at her house. she looked at you again and mimicked locking her lips and throwing away the key.

you laughed at the gesture, knowing her husband was a police officer.

you winked back at her. “thanks.”

after picking up liz, cora, and justine the four of you arrived at the beach, saying hi to your friends that had already arrived and checking into the motel room you had booked.

“okay, first things first.” you announced when your entered the room. “we are not letting anyone else in this room, okay? this is not going to be the room that gets trashed.” you stated and they nodded in agreement.

cora nodded to the cooler. “except that’s going to be the reason people will want to be in here.”

you gave her a grin. “and that’s exactly why it’s going in taylor’s room.”

“genius!” cora said, falling back onto her bed.

you laughed, taking out a few drinks and placing them in the minifridge for just the four of you. as soon as you stood up, justine made her way over it, pulling out a white claw.

“justine, it’s two pm.” cora said with a look.

justine cracked open the can and took a long drink. “and what about it?”

you laughed, heading out the door with the cooler. “i’ll be right back.”

you checked the text message taylor had sent you with his room number, realizing that you would have to go upstairs. you groaned, lifting the cooler with both hands, knowing you weren’t going to be able to roll it up the stairs.

you reached his door, knocking on it with your foot. putting down the cooler at this point seemed futile, considering you knew he would make you carry it inside.

except it wasn’t taylor that opened the door. instead, you were met with marco.

just your luck that they’re roommates.

he had been laughing at whoever was talking to him before he opened the door and the sound seemed to completely erase the past two months of healing you had been doing because suddenly all you wanted was to fall into his arms and let him hold you and laugh together and—

“y/n.” god, you forgot how great your name sounded coming from his mouth.

he smiled at you, then seemed to remember that you had spent the last eight weeks avoiding the hell out of him and cleared his throat.

“i, um,” you adjusted the cooler in your hands, raising it a little. “taylor said i could leave these here.”

“oh yeah, of course. here, let me get that.” he reached for the cooler, taking the handles from you and relieving you of the heavy weight.

“thanks.” you placed your hands in the pockets of your shorts, unsure of what else to do with them.

he stood there, still holding the cooler, but with none of the struggle you seemed to have.

of course, you thought as you tried to restrain yourself from glancing at his bare arms.

“look, y/n—” luckily for you, he was interrupted before he could finish his statement.

“y/n!” taylor said, entering the doorway. he looked down at the cooler marco was holding and his eyes widened at you. “did you bring this? you’re the best.”

you couldn’t help but laugh. “yes, i told you i was going to. have you been drinking already?”

“maybe like, a little bit.”

marco sighed, turning to you. “the answer is yes. since noon.”

“only like this much!” he holds his thumb and pointer finger out, only an inch of space between them. “okay, maybe a little bit more than that but jeez man, why you gotta be such a buzzkill!”

he turned his attention to you. “god, your ex is a real piece of work you know. i can see why you broke up with him.”

you laughed awkwardly. “yeah, okay taylor. um, i’m gonna go. you have fun, boys.”

you turned and walked away, ignoring marco calling out your name behind you. you entered your own room, immediately being hit in the face with a towel. after the initial shock factor wore off, you removed it from your face and saw your friends in their swimsuits, rubbing on sunscreen and grabbing things to bring to the beach.

“get in your swimsuit girl, we’re heading to the beach!” liz said, putting on sunglasses. “a bunch of people are down there already and i refuse to miss out on any moment.”

you laughed, throwing the towel back at them. “okay, okay!”

you removed your top and shorts, having worn your swimsuit underneath your clothes. you were putting them in your bag when you heard a whistle from the other side of the room.

justine lifted her own sunglasses to the top of her head. “damn, girl. where did you get that?”

your skin got warm at her comment. the swimsuit in question was normally out of your comfort zone, but for some reason when you had tried it on for the first time, you felt a surge of confidence.

it was a black one piece, but it was cut deep down the middle of your chest, cut out on the sides and the back, allowing for open space for your skin to show. and in front, there were two sections made of mesh. whoever said one pieces couldn’t be sexy clearly has never seen this one.

“holy shit, y/n. and i thought i looked hot.” liz added.

cora gave you a sly smile. “marco’s not going to know what hit him.”

you gave her a look. “please, this has nothing to do with marco.”

“oh, sure, of course not.” she says, walking towards you and leaning in and whispering, “but it never hurts to show them what they’re missing out on.”

you looked at her and pretended to think about it before giving your response. “okay, so maybe the swimsuit is a little bit about marco.”

the four of you burst into laughter before gathering the rest of your stuff and heading out the door. after making sure everyone had their key, you shut the door behind you and made the five minute walk to the beach.

for the most part it was just the seniors that had come for the weekend, but you saw a couple other groups of people spread out along the beach. the four of you found a clear spot a few feet from the lifeguard tower to put your towels down.

justine propped up the large umbrella she had dragged along with her from the motel along with her beach chair. she laid down in her chair underneath it, closing her eyes, and slipping her sunglasses onto her face.

“do you even plan on going in the water?” you asked her, spraying sunscreen onto your skin.

“nope. my plan today is to get his attention.” she nods to the lifeguard near us. “but i’ve gotta get my energy up first, so i’ll just be taking a nap if you need me.”

you just laughed, throwing your sunscreen bottle onto your towel and tucked your phone into your beach bag.

“i’m gonna stay and tan for a little so i can watch our stuff, don’t worry.” cora said as she watched you throw your sweatshirt over your bag.

you gave her a grateful smile before standing back up.

“looks like you’ve caught someone’s attention.” cora said, laying back on her towel, nodding her head behind her.

you looked up and saw marco, taylor, and and few more boys walking towards the beach, all of them talking excitedly to each other. except marco’s gaze was focused on one thing.

you.

you watched as his eyes scanned your body from top to bottom, his eyes stopping on the cut out parts of your swimsuit. you felt a small shiver course through your body at his actions. you knew you looked goof, but when marco looked at you like that... 

you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift as well. he was only in swim trunks, putting his upper body on display for all to see. as he got closer, his muscles only became more defined, his skin practically glowing underneath the sun.

“um, chile...anyways, so.” cora said, snapping you out of your reverie until you looked at her. “y’all are practically eye fucking each other, you know.”

you laughed at her, sparing one last glance at marco, only to see that his eyes were still on you. you looked away quickly before he could notice and turned back to cora.

“mission accomplished.”

she gave you a high five before you linked arms with liz and made your way to the shore, knowing you were giving marco a nice view of your backside as well.

as if liz could read your mind, she laughed and leaned in to whisper. “oh, you are bad.”

you moved in front of her, walking backwards towards the water. “who, me?” you feigned innocence.

she shook her head smiling, and then reached forward, pushing you backwards.

you hadn’t even realized you had reached the shore and when you fell back, you fell right into the ocean. you stood up laughing, pushing your hair out of your face.

“oh, you’re dead.” you say and liz squeals, jumping into the water herself.

the two of you join a group of your other friends, hanging out for a while before you head back.

when you get back to your station, cora is sitting up on her towel and the beach chair next to her is empty.

“where’s—?” cora cuts you off, pointing in one direction.

you follow where her finger is pointing and see justine talking to the lifeguard that was stationed a few feet away from us. good for her.

“well alright then.” you said with raised eyebrows and a proud smile before looking back at cora. “if you wanna head down, i can watch our stuff for a while. i’m pretty tired of being in the water, anyway.”

she smiled at you. “thanks!” she started towards the water before turning and taking off her sunglasses.

you held open your hands and she tossed them to you. you set her sunglasses down next to you and decided to take justine’s chair to sit in. it’s not like she was using it. you settled yourself in the chair, grateful for the shade the umbrella provided and pulled out your phone, put your earbuds in, and started scrolling through tik tok.

maybe an hour had passed when you felt a hand tapping on your shoulder. you quickly took out your earbuds, turning to whoever tapped you.

“oh, i’m so sorry, i didn’t...” your voice trailed off as you realized who it was that had tapped you.

elle evans.

“can we talk?” she asked.

she looked nervous. good. she should be! what kind of nerve does she have coming up to you after kissing you boyfriend on stage in front of thousands of people?

but before you could say any of this to her, she spoke again.

“i know you have no reason to speak to me and i understand that you probably hate me. i just, really want to explain.” she said.

you wanted to say no. you wanted to say no so badly and just stay mad at her. but even you couldn’t admit that your curiosity was getting the best of you.

so you just nodded, motioning for her to sit down on one of the towels.

she looked grateful, giving you a smile before taking a seat.

“look, i’m just going to get right to it. i know it was wrong, what i did. but i was hurt. i was angry. and marco had been so nice to me for so long and i thought noah was cheating on me so...” she trailed off so you finished her sentence.

“you cheated on him instead?”

elle looked at you, remorse in her eyes. “yeah.” she sighed. “i know, it’s all so stupid and i’m not proud of it, i want you to know that. but i was lucky enough that noah forgave me for that. and i know you haven’t forgiven marco.”

you swallowed, looking down.

“i wasn’t even thinking of you when i kissed marco and that’s on me. i am so, so sorry y/n. and i wish there was some way i could make it up to you.”

you sighed, looking her in the eye. “look, elle. thank you for apologizing to me. that’s great that noah forgave you, but that’s not something i can just overlook...it’s not just on you, it’s on him too.”

she let a moment of silence pass between you.

“you know he would always talk about you during our practices?”

your gaze had drifted back to the ocean but went back to her when she spoke again. “what?”

“he felt so guilty every time he had to cancel on you. and maybe i should’ve taken that as a sign as to what i was doing, but i didn’t. and for that i apologize too. but with the way he talked about you, i really didn’t think anything i could do would ruin what you had.

“i guess that was pretty ignorant of me.” she laughed a little. “y/n, he loves you. he really does. and i get it, the kiss was completely out of line and you don’t owe him or me anything. but if you think for a second that marco would ever choose me over you, you’re wrong.”

you didn’t say anything in response to that. what exactly were you supposed to say?

and when elle realized you weren’t going to respond, she sighed. “of course, i can’t change your mind and i don’t know how you feel. all i ask if that you talk to him. he misses you.” and with that, she got up and left without another word.

you laid back in your chair, putting your earbuds back in and turning on some music. you thought about what elle said, and you appreciated her coming to talk to you, but it still didn’t erase what marco had done.

but at the same time...

had he really been talking about you to her? did he really feel sorry about the canceled dates? because to you, it always felt like he was choosing her over you.

maybe elle was right, maybe you should just talk to him.

you groaned, closing your eyes. i thought this weekend was supposed to be fun and stress free, you thought.

you reopened your eyes and saw liz and justine standing over you.

“what was elle doing over here?” liz immediately said.

you loved how protective your friends were and smiled at them, making sure they knew it was nothing they had to worry about.

“it’s okay guys, she just wanted to talk.”

“about what?” justine was giving a nasty look in elle’s general direction.

“actually, she apologized.” you said and both of their head snapped to you.

“apologizes, huh?” justine said.

“yeah. but i don’t wanna talk about that right now, let’s just relax, yeah?” you said, trying to distract them.

they obviously wanted to talk about it but your distaste for the subject must have been clear on your face because they backed off.

“if you insist. but you have to get out of my chair first.” justine said with a smile.

you laughed, grabbed your phone and got up from the chair to sit on your towel. “how did it go with the lifeguard?”

“well, i got his snap and a date with him tonight, so you tell me.” justine said, laying back on her chair.

“you have to teach me how to do that.” liz said, sitting down on the towel beside her.

later that night, justine was off on her date with the lifeguard but the rest of the seniors were out on the beach, having a bonfire.

you, cora, and liz were in your room, getting ready to head out onto the beach when you heard something topple over.

you jumped, looking over your shoulder at the hair straightener that liz had dropped.

“oops.” she giggled.

“shit, liz.” cora said, picking it up and decided to finish liz’s hair for her. “are you drunk already?”

“honestly, i haven’t been sober since four pm today.” she admitted.

you shook your head, strapping on your sandals before standing. “why am i not surprised.”

cora looked up from liz’s hair and grinned. “i love the outfit. very cute.”

you looked at yourself in the mirror. you were wearing a spaghetti strap lavender crop top with black cotton shorts and gold sandals. you smiled at yourself.

“yeah, i think so.” you turned to cora. “thank you.”

“i think you look hot.” liz said with a funny smile.

“of course you do.” you said, slipping your phone into your pocket.

you stayed in the room until cora finished straightening liz’s hair and then you all went down to the bonfire together.

you headed straight for the cooler that stood on the outskirts of the large group, grabbing a white claw. there was music playing, and everyone was either dancing with one another or just hanging out by the fire.

you took a seat on one of the logs surrounding the fire, not in too much a partying mood for tonight.

“mind if i sit here?”

you didn’t need to look up to know it was marco who had asked but you did anyway, and made eye contact with the boy in question.

you shrugged, but didn’t say anything.

that seemed good enough for him because he took a seat next to you, leaving space between you. not enough apparently because you could still smell his cologne, the scent making its way into your senses.

marco fiddled with the drink in his hand, obviously thinking. you recognized the habit as one he did whenever he needed to get something off his chest.

“whatever it is, you can just say it.” you say.

he looked over at you and then looked back at his drink. “elle told me she talked to you.”

“yeah. she did.” you looked at him, but he was still looking at his drink.

“and from what she’s told me, sounds like i was living rent free in your mind.” you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“you were. you are.” he said back, except he was 100% serious.

he finally looked up and met your eyes. “you’re all i think about.”

at that moment, you heard a scream and looked over to see one of the boys had tossed cora over his shoulder, carrying her to the water as our classmates cheered him on.

“can we...go on a walk or something? just find somewhere quiet to talk?” marco asked you over the commotion.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to avoid talking to him any longer, and quite frankly, you didn’t want to. so you nodded, standing up alongside him, finishing off the last of your drink before tossing the can in a garbage bag by one of the logs.

marco did the same and the two of you started walking away from the bonfire.

“you might wanna take your sandals off, it might make walking a little easier.” he said to you and you shot him a look.

“i think i’ll be fine, thank you very much.”

you regretted your decision as soon as you took that first step but you were determined not to say anything. but with every step you took, you could feel sand getting into your sandals and finally you groaned in defeat.

“hang on.” you said and bent down, unbuckling them and then slipping them off your feet.

you gathered your sandals in your hand and continued walking, feeling the sand moving beneath your feet.

“that’s better.” you said.

you looked over at marco when you realized he was laughing.

“and what exactly is so funny? don’t forget you’re already in hot water with me.” you raised an eyebrow.

“just reminds me of when we went to the beach earlier this year and i told you to bring a blanket, a sweatshirt, anything really, because it was going to get cold.”

you rolled your eyes at the memory. “right, and i didn’t. but only because i really didn’t think anything of the weather.”

“nuh uh, i believe your exact words were, ‘i do what i want.’” he raised an eyebrow at you.

“and what is your point exactly?” you laughed.

“well considering you spent the rest of the day in my hoodie and huddled under my blanket, mi amor, my point is that you can be extremely stubborn.” he laughed, before he realized what he said.

your heart clenched at the nickname, missing it already. but it reminded you of why you were out here with him in the first place.

“why did you kiss her?” you asked, quietly.

he paused and you inhaled, holding your breath in fear of his response.

“i could stand here and say i don’t know, but that would be a lie. i think...i think it was because a part of me thought i was already losing you.”

you stopped. “wait, what?” you looked at him. “why?”

he shrugged. “we never really talked about college and what would happen after graduation. i kind of assumed you would want to break up. and when i had rehearsals with elle, it didn’t seem to bother you that much, even when i had to cancel dates. i mean, until you said something at the competition, i didn’t realize how you felt about the whole thing. i thought it was because you were, i don’t know, getting tired of me.”

he may have had a point. despite your initial feelings towards him spending all of his time with elle, you never really expressed that to him. he would tell you he had to miss a date and you always responded with, “that’s okay, maybe next time.”

“so, at the competition, when elle kissed me, it felt like i had nothing to lose. but i’m an idiot. i don’t even like her. and when i saw you,” he looked at you, his voice thick with emotion. “i realized how much i screwed up. i couldn’t believe that i had hurt you like that.”

“marco.” you were standing in front of him now. “i need you to realize that every canceled date resulted in me calling rachel to scream my head off about the lack of time we were spending together. but i wasn’t about to tell you to not help her, i wasn’t going to be that girlfriend.

“i do realize that i could have said something sooner, though . elle had mentioned how you were upset about the dates we missed as well.” you glared at him. “but that doesn’t excuse you kissing her on live television!”

he shook his head. “no i know, i know. and it’s not an excuse, it’s just how i felt. what i did, no matter the reason, was wrong. and i am so, so sorry y/n. i never should have kissed her, and i regret it more than anything. i regret losing you.”

you turned your back to him, afraid you were going to start crying and you didn’t want him to see.

you had been avoiding him for so long for this very reason. you didn’t want to hear an apology. you didn’t want to forgive him.

but hearing him apologize and regret what he did made you question why you didn’t want to hear it. while your heart wasn’t completely full once again, heating those words did something to you. it made you feel...heard.

both elle and marco took the initiative to come to you even after you making it clear that you refused to speak to either of them for the past two months. despite what they did, that says a lot about their character.

“y/n?” marco called from behind you.

you took a deep breath before turning to face him once again.

“i forgive you.”

marco looked shocked. “i—thank you.”

“and i’m sorry for ignoring you and refusing to even give you the chance to apologize. i just,” you shrugged. “wasn’t ready.”

he nodded, gazing at you intently. “i completely understand. what i did...” he swallowed. “you were hurt. you were angry. hell, i would be too.”

“yeah, well. that hurt and anger didn’t do anything for me. but you and elle talking to me did. so thank you.”

“i had to let you know how i was sorry. i couldn’t let you go thinking there was anyone in this world i would rather be with than you.” he said, and when you looked in his eyes, you could see he was sincere.

“marco.” you breathed, realizing how close the two of you were.

one of his arms slipped around your waist and you let him pull you even closer. your breaths mingled as your lips were only centimeters apart and you felt your eyelids start to flutter shut.

“tell me to stop and i will.” he whispered to you.

every pulse in your body was screaming at you to just let him kiss you, to fall into his arms and be his again. but in your brain, there that one rational part that was telling you to stop this now.

damn your rationale.

but you knew it was right. you were both running high on emotions, whatever you did now, you weren’t sure you wouldn’t regret it tomorrow. so you tilted your head down, grabbing onto his forearms.

“i can’t.” you managed to croak out.

he exhaled, his mouth by your ear now so you felt the rush of air against your skin.

“i want to, believe me. but right now i just, i can’t.”

he nodded. “you don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

you wrapped your arms around his waists in a hug and rested your head against his chest. marco hesitates for a moment, making sure you weren’t going to pull away before hugging you back. his chin rested on the top of your head and the familiar embrace filled you with warmth.

“can we just talk?” you mumbled into his shirt.

he chuckled lightly. “of course. whatever you want.”

so you did. the two of you sat on the sand and talked. about elle, the ddr competition, what you forgiving him meant. but you also talked about the past two months. college acceptances, last minute applications, applying for scholarships, any accomplishments, everything. you talked and talked until you ended up falling asleep on the beach.

you slowly blinked your eyes open as you felt the sunlight hit them. you sat up and looked to your side where marco was still dozed off. you looked at him with a small smile, you had missed seeing him in such a peaceful state. you remembered the times he had woken up before you whenever he slept over at your house, opening your eyes to see his brown eyes gazing down at you lovingly. it was rare that you ever woke up before him, so this sight was a rare one.

his was lying on his back and you could see his chest gently rise and fall with every breath he took. at some point his shirt had come unbuttoned and the wind blew it back against the sand, exposing his chest. you rolled your eyes at yourself, compelling yourself not to even think about it. you traveled your gaze up to his face and saw the relaxed expression. the emotion from early last night was no longer there, he was just...marco.

in all honesty, you probably could have spent the rest of the morning waiting for him to wake up. but you weren’t 100% sure what your reaction would be to seeing him in the morning for the first time in a while. so, you brushed a few of the curls on his forehead back into place, then leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead before getting up and walking back to the motel.

you entered your room as quietly as you could. a quick look at your phone let you know it was nine am and you were unsure of whether or not your friends were hungover.

however, as soon as you entered the room, you were met with cora pouncing on you.

“she’s back!” she yelled as your other two roommates groaned in response.

“what?” liz mumbled from underneath a pillow.

“okay, spill. where were you all night?” cora demanded.

“oh, please. like we don’t all know the answer.” justine sat up on her bed and gave you a teasing smile. “with marcoooo!” she singsonged, making kissy faces at you.

you rolled your eyes. “okay, it wasn’t like that.”

“wait, so you were with marco?” cora gasped. “and on the beach? you dirty dog.”

“why is everyone yelling?” liz grumbled, pressing the pillow against her head tighter.

you couldn’t but laugh at what cora was implying. “yes, i was with marco, but we just talked! honestly. it was nice.”

“you just talked all night? huh. i’m not buyin’ it. you?” cora turned to justine.

she shook her head. “nope. liz?”

“absolutely not.” her muffled voice came.

you scoffed. “well, i don’t care what you think happened. because i’m telling you nothing happened.”

“okay, say we believed you. what did you talk about?” justine said.

you shrugged, taking a seat on your bed and tossing your sandals to the ground. “everything. i mean, we haven’t talked in two months, we had some stuff to unpack.”

“are you guys getting back together...?” liz asked, peeking her head out from beneath the pillow.

the other two watched you intently, waiting for your response and you laughed.

“right now? no. i don’t know. all i know is we talked, fell asleep on the beach, and it was nice. that’s all.” you said. “i missed talking to him.”

“so what happens now?” cora asked you.

“i’m not sure. but i feel a lot better about whatever does happen now.” you say confidently.

with that final statement, your friends drop the subject. you didn’t want to think to much about this anymore. last night was great but you were determined to make the most of the last two days of this beach trip.

the marco situation would have to wait.

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A Semi-Apple Pie Life (Chapter 5)

A/N: 8 months later and I’m back! Who missed this story? Well here’s a new chapter and it’s lengthy. 12 DAYS UNTIL SEASON 2 DROPS!!! 

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Winchester!OC 

Summary

[Previous Chapter]

Warning: Foul langauge

Skylar woke up early the next morning, her internal clock still set on just getting four hours of sleep. She didn't see Samandriel anywhere in the room and figured he was still out. She knew he'd show up eventually, he was her best friend. The young huntress pulled herself out of bed and her sock cladded feet carried her to the window in her motel room. She pulled the blinds open to see that it was still a bit dark out but, the sun was starting to rise which was starting to change the color of the sky. Instead of watching the sunrise from the window, Skylar decided to step out of the room and leaned against the railing that was across from her room.

Her amber eyes watched as the sky went from a midnight blue to red-orange as the sun came up. It was a pretty sight, especially with it reflecting off the water. But, it was early and she was supposed to be living a normal life so she reentered her room, closed the door behind her and laid back down on the bed. It took a few minutes until she fell back asleep. Hours later, a blaring siren caused Skylar to jolt awake. She was alert immediately, getting up from the bed and looking out the window as she had left the blind open that faced outward to motel parking lot. The young huntress could see trees bending in the wind, at the same time she heard the familiar sound of angel wings coming from behind her.

"Skylar!" Samandriel called her name in a worried tone.

She turned around, looking at the angel in confusion.

"Samandriel? What's wrong?" she asked him.

He walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her and drew her into his chest.

"Have to get you out of here now!" he says before teleporting her out of the motel.

They reappeared back at the bunker in Lebanon, Kansas, in Skylar's room. Samandriel let go of the girl then, taking a step back from her.

"What's the matter Samandriel? Why did you bring me back to the bunker?" the youngest Winchester asked him.

"There was hurricane approaching Kildare Island, it won't be safe to return there until tomorrow. That motel wasn't a safe place to be when the hurricane hits." he explains.

Skylar nods in understanding.

"Alright, we'll spend the day here in the bunker and then return to the motel in the morning." she tells him.

The two of them spent the rest of the day in the bunker together, luckily it seemed like the brothers were out on a hunt so they were able to roam around the bunker without having to explain why they were there. For the rest of the day, they hung out in Dean's Man Cave, watching Netflix on the plasma screen and Sky snacked on junk food. When nighttime rolled around, the youngest Winchester vacated the Man Cave in favor of heading into the kitchen to make herself something for dinner. Samandriel walked in behind her, keeping an eye on her as she cooked. She made herself a grilled cheese sandwich as well as heating up a can of tomato soup. Once her dinner was ready, she ate it and the angel joined her at the table. The angel watched as the young huntress dipped one half of her grilled cheese sandwich into the bowl of tomato soup before eating it. Samandriel never got to experience tasting food as an angel he could only taste the molecules. Skylar finished up her food and stuck her dishes in the sink before heading for her room, ready for bed after a lazy day. Dressed in her pajamas, she laid down in bed and eventually fell asleep.

The next afternoon, the brunette with blonde highlights found herself back in her motel room. She and Samandriel were getting ready to move the mattress outside when they heard voices outside, knocking on the door of the room next to them.

"Housekeeping!" Skylar heard one of the voices say in a high-pitched voice.

She giggled slightly at the ridiculous tone before moving to the window to peek out the blinds. She saw two familiar boys that she had seen at the Wreck the other day that were standing outside the room next door before they entered the room.

"Uh, a little help?" Samandriel spoke up, holding one end of the mattress.

Skylar turned away from the window and picked up the other side of the mattress to carry it outside. They set it up against the railing so it could dry out and the huntress took a moment to look at the door to the next room, she could hear the boys moving around the room before hearing frantic voices from below. She walked to the end of upper floor to see Kie and a friend of hers climbing off a boat before racing to stand under a window. She looked around to figure out what was causing them to panic and spotted a pair of police officers coming up the stairs. Putting two and two together, figuring the boys were up to no good in the neighboring room and that the cops were headed to the same room. She needed to buy a few seconds while Kie and her friend did what they could to alert the boys in the room.

"Want a free mattress?" she overheard one cop asked.

She noticed it was a male and female duo.

"How about a free lamp?" the guy asked his partner.

"Good day officers." the young huntress greeted the two.

"G'day," the female officer greeted the girl.

The male just nodded his head in a greeting.

"Checking in on the residents of the motel?" Skylar asked them as they walked by her.

The male froze and his partner stopped beside him. The male cop turned around to face the youngest Winchester.

"Umm…yes, that is exactly what we're doing. How are you?" he asks her.

Skylar observed the man, he was lying straight through his teeth. They weren't here to check on whoever was staying at the motel, they were visiting for something else. But she knows it best not to say anything about it.

"I'm good. Glad the hurricane didn't do too much severe damage around here." she says.

The officers nodded their heads and carried on their way. Skylar watched as the they approached the room next door and she could only hope the boys inside had been warned. She ran towards the end of the outer hallway and could see Kie and her other friend back on the boat. She heard something clatter on the ground before watching as Kie's friend that was on the boat with her spin around and started a conversation with Kie. Skylar figured that one of the cops were looking out the window in that moment and they were trying to seem non-suspicious. She then leaned over the railing just a bit and looked around to see if she could spot what fell to the ground when she turned her head to the left, she saw the two boys that had gone into the room were now standing on a slanted roof piece outside the window. The blond with hazel eyes locked eyes with her amber ones and he gave her a cocky smirk. She rolled her eyes at his behavior before she was pulled backwards. Samandriel had pulled her back into their room just before the cops came out of the room next door. She watched as the two cops walked by her room, the male holding a duffel bag.

"That, was close. Thanks Samandriel." Skylar said to the angel.

"Of course. You are supposed to be keeping a low profile while you're here." he reminds her.

"Right, and being on some dirty cops' police radar wouldn't exactly be laying low." Skylar says.

Samandriel nodded in his head in agreement, "Exactly."

He thought for a moment, "Wait, dirty cops?" he asks, confused.

"A corrupted cop who part takes in illegal activities or abuses their authority. Those cops walked out with a duffel bag and something tells me there's more going on then collecting someone's belongings." she tells him.

The youngest Winchester then poked her head out of the room and looked around before stepping out of the room. She makes her way to the room next door and tries the handle, surprised to discover that the door was unlocked. She opened the door and walked into the room. Samandriel trailed in behind her and watched as she looked around the room. The brunette with blonde highlights haired female searched the room for any clues. Her amber eyes fell on a black safe that lied within a cabinet, which had been left open. She approached the safe and squatted down to get a better look at it.

"Wait! Don't touch it." Samandriel spoke up from the doorway.

Skylar turned her head to look at her best friend, "Don't worry, I'm not going to touch it." she assures him.

She pulls out a pair of latex hand gloves from her back pocket that she had shoved in there and put them on before opening the safe and taking a peek inside of it.

"I knew it, there is something more going on here." she says as she looks at what's inside the safe.

She then pulls out her pocket flashlight and shone the light inside, scanning the safe. She hummed thoughtfully as she looks around the safe before turning the light off and putting her flashlight away. She carefully closed the safe door before standing up and peeled the gloves off. She walks out of the motel room and Samandriel follows her back into their room.

"Just as I suspected. Those cops are dirty. There was a nine and a half by twelve and a half envelope missing out of the safe, as well as a gun and three small stacks of money. I'm assuming that one of the two boys took the gun and a stack of money while the cops indulged themselves in a stack of money each and removed the envelope due to whatever was inside it." she tells the angel.

The brunet looked at her in surprise, "How'd you know that?" he wonders.

"Whoever was staying in that room didn't touch what they had placed in the safe, after the original placing. Dust collected overtime as the safe hadn't been opened. So there was an outline of where the envelope had been sitting and there was a clean area surrounded by lots of dust as if something had been lying there which prevented dust to getting in that area. I also remember hearing a clattering sound when we were moving the mattress out of the room, I know what the sound of a falling hand gun sounds like as I've had my own gun get thrown out of my hand on hunts. Plus, I counted the money and that's how I know three stacks of it were gone too." Skylar informs him.

Samandriel nodded his head in understanding, her reasoning made sense to him. He heard a loud rumbling sound then, turning his attention back to his friend.

"Did you eat breakfast?" He inquires.

The youngest Winchester smiles sheepishly before shaking her head.

"Skylar Winchester! You humans need to be eating at least 3 meals a day." Samandriel tells her.

"I know, I know. I just forgot to have breakfast today, was busy doing something else."

He sighs, "Come on then. Let's get you some food."

Skylar nodded her head and the two of them left the motel. They headed to the Wreck and the youngest Winchester took notice that Kiara wasn't in. She order food and ate once it was brought to her table. Samandriel took to people watching while Skylar ate, he noticed that there seemed to be differences with the people and how they acted. When Skylar had finished eating and paid along with tipping, the two of them decided to take a walk around the island, exploring.

"Huh, the island seems to be split by class." Skylar observed.

"What do you mean?" Samandriel asked in confusion.

"Well, the motel we're staying at. It was run down but, still in decent condition. These houses around here are in better condition than the motel was. I noticed the change awhile back." she tells him.

Samandriel nodded his head in understanding.

The two continued their exploration until night fell. As they made their way back to their motel, Skylar could hear voices coming from a nearby beach. She changed her direction and headed for the beach instead, Samandriel followed behind her. When they got to the beach, Skylar was surprised to see so many people gathered in one place.

"Hey, Skylar!" a voice called out.

The girl looked around for who called her name. She didn't have to look hard as Kiara walked right up to her.

"Oh, hey Kie." the brunette with blonde highlights greeted.

"I'm glad you're here. Would you like a drink?" Kiara asks.

"I uh...sure, why not." Skylar said.

Kiara took Skylar's hand and pulled her further onto the beach. The two girls stopped in front of a keg and Kiara filled up a red Solo cup for the girl before handing it off to her. Skylar took a look inside the cup before downing all of it contents. She couldn't help but, make a face at the alcohol burning her throat.

"First time drinking?" Kiara wondered.

Skylar nodded her head, "Yeah."

Kiara takes the cup from her and fills it up again before giving it back to her. Skylar drinks it all and then Kiara takes her hand again.

"Come on, let's party."

Skylar followed Kiara's lead and enjoyed the party with her, drinking more as the night progressed. At some point, the girls calmed down and just spoke with one another. Their attention was drawn to loud voices near the ocean. A fight broke out between two boys and they made their way to the front of the group.

"Guys? Guys!" Kiara called out.

There was nothing they could do, having to be witnessess to the brawl. Around them, the others were chanting for the two boys to fight.

"Stop! John B!" Kiara called out again, pleading for her friend to stop.

The fight was taken into the water as the boys attacked one another and one boy began to hold the other boys head in the water.

"Topper! Topper, stop! No!" Another girl cried out.

"No!" a boy standing beside Kiara shouted.

Skylar felt helpless as she was frozen by the scene playing out in front of her. The boy then turned to Kiara.

"He's drowning him." he tells her.

"I know." she responded.

"Topper!" the same girl from before shouted.

Then a blond boy intervined and put a gun to the back of Topper's head. Topper froze when he realized what it was.

"Yeah, you know what that is. Your move broski." the boy said.

"Come on. Chill, dude!" someone shouted.

"JJ!" the girl cried out.

"Chill!" the boy that had been standing beside Kiara shouted.

"JJ! Stop!" Kiara shouted.

"JJ! Put the gun down." a female voice said.

"Did you say something, Princess?" JJ asked her, gun still pressed against the back of Topper's head.

"We're good. We're good." Topper tells him, putting his hands up. "Alright? Come on, man!"

JJ shoved Topper down into the water and turned around.

"Kie! Can you check your psycho friend, please?" the same girl from before said to Kiara.

When JJ pulled the gun out, Skylar had reached for the back waistband of her jeans as she had her own gun stashed there. Samandriel came up beside her, guarding her.

"Okay, everyone, listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!" JJ shouted pointing the gun into the air and fired two rounds.

"Are you crazy?! You idiot!" a boy shouts at JJ. "Why would you do that?!"

"It's not worth it!" Kiara shouted.

"I was saving his life!" JJ shouted back, shoving the one boy back.

"Stupid! You're gonna jeopardize everything!" the boy shouted.

Skylar took notice of John B. passing out in the ocean. She makes her way over to him and Samandriel follows behind her. He kneels down beside John B. and holds his hand over him before Skylar stops him.

"Don't. You'll expose yourself. These kids don't know anything about what's out there." she whispered to him.

Samandriel nodded his head and put his hand down. Kiara and the two boys came up behind the two of them.

"We're going to take him home," Kiara tells her.

"Let me help you guys." Skylar says.

"No its okay. This is our mess."

"I want to help."

Kiara looked to the two boys with her and they gave her shrugs.

"Okay, you can help."

The five of them picked up John B. out of the water and they brought him to a beat up mini van.

"Place him inside and then we can take it from there." Kiara tells Skylar.

The girl nodded her head and got the van's side door opened before helping the trio get John B. inside. The five of them set him down carefully before Kiara, JJ and the other boy turned to Skylar and her friend.

"Thank you for this. I'm sorry my idiot friends ruined our night." Kiara tells Skylar.

"They didn't ruin the night. It was pretty interesting for my first party." Skylar said.

"Well, I hope we get to see you more often." JJ flirted.

Kiara elbowed him in the side and Skylar laughed.

"You guys are definitely an interesting bunch.

"Sky, we better be getting back." Samandriel tells her.

"I apologize but, my friend has a point. We'll see y'all around." Skylar tells them.

Kiara, JJ and the other boy gave her a nod before giving waves. Skylar and Samandriel gave the trio waves of their own before turning around and heading back to their motel. They returned to their room and Skylar retired for the night.

The next morning, Skylar woke up with a pounding headache and the sunlight shining into the motel room wasn't helping. Samandriel approached her bedside, checking on her wellbeing.

"Ugh, I don't know how Dean drinks all the time. My head is killing me." she groans.

"That's because your brother started drinking when he was around your age and is now an alcoholic. He also drinks every so often during the day and not all at once like you just did last night. Unless he goes to a bar." Samandriel tells her.

"Never again, I feel like shit."

Samandriel places two fingers against Skylar's forehead and his eyes became a blueish-silvery color as his grace ran through the youngest Winchester's body. She let out a sigh of relief as his grace healed her. When he was done, Samandriel took his fingers off her forehead and he looked down at her.

"Mmm...much better. Thank you Samandriel." she tells him.

"You're welcome." he responds.

Skylar then hummed thoughtfully, "I would like to check up on John B. That fight was pretty rough last night and he was nearly drowned."

"That sounds like a good idea." Samandriel agrees.

She nods and then climbs out of bed to get ready for the day. Samandriel stepped out to give her privacy to change. Once she was ready, Skylar joined the angel outside. The two headed out, and Skylar decided they should head to the Wreck first to ask Kiara where John B. lived. The two journied to the place and entered the diner when they arrived. Skylar looked around for Kiara and found her behind the counter.

"Hey Kie, good morning." she greets the girl.

"Oh, hey Skylar. Morning to you as well. What can I do for you?" Kiara wonders.

"I was wondering if you would mind telling me where John B. lives. I just want to check up on him after last night."

"That'd actually be great. Pope and I haven't had the chance to check on him because we both have to work this morning and JJ is most likely still out cold at his home."

Kiara gave Skylar directions to John B's house and the girl gave her farewells before leaving, Samandriel following out behind her. The two of them began the walk to John B's house. When they eventually arrived, they could hear voices inside.

"You're skimmin' above the surface, John B. Now down here is foster car, juvie. Pretty big drop for a smart kid like you. Up here is you and your little friends doing whatever you want. Outer Banks...or foster care on the mainland." a female voice said.

Skylar started patting herself before finding what she was looking for and walked up to John B's house. Samandriel hung back.

"John B? You home?" she asked, knocking on the screen door.

Inside she could see John B. and a police officer, both who turned their heads to see who was there. John B. had a look of confusion on his face and the police officer seemed a little irritated. Skylar opens the screen door and steps into the house.

"Ma'am, is there a problem?" she asks the officer.

"Who are you?" the officer asked instead.

"Agent Wilson with NOV-8," Skylar tells her before pulling out her badge to show the officer.

"NOV-8? Never heard of it and you look a little young to be an agent." the officer said.

"We're an elite international organization of women operatives from all over the world. They keep an eye on exceptionally, intelligent females, like myself, and hire them once they believe they are ready no matter the age." Skylar explained, putting her badge away.

"Now, is there a problem here?" she repeats her question.

"Just questioning John B. here and letting him know that he will have to go into foster care as he isn't old enough to be on his own." the officer tells her.

"I'm sorry but, that can't happen. John B. here is my charge. NOV-8 is an only a female organization but, we send our agents out into the field every now and again to work with our counterparts that we have on radar. John B. happens to be one of those men." Skylar explained.

"I see..." the officer says.

She then turns back to John B. "Are you sure you didn't come across a wreck yesterday?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure." John B. answers.

"It's better if you didn't, understand? I'm gonna look the other way, as long as you stay out of the marsh." the officer tells him.

She moves past John B. and Skylar to walk out the door.

"I got dogs livin' better than this, John B. You might wanna think about cleaning up." she remarks before walking out of John B.'s house.

Said boy turns to look at Skylar when the officer was gone.

"Agent Wilson?" he asked in confusion.

"What? Oh, no. My name is Skylar Winchester. That was just an elaborate lie I came up with. It's kinda what I do..." the brunette with blonde highlights explained.

"Wow. That was a really impressive lie. I actually believed you." John B. tells her.

Skylar shrugged, "Like I said, it's kind of what I do. Now, are you alright? I actually came here to check up on you after last night."

"Oh, yeah. Yeah. I'm good. Not the first brawl I've gotten into." he says.

She steps closer to him, and carefully raises her hands to place them on his cheeks. John B. allows her to do so and watches her.

"That black eye doesn't look so good." she notes.

"I don't know, I think it makes me look tuff." John B. comments.

"John B! You inside?" a voice called from outside.

Skylar quickly pulled her hands away from John B's face and stepped back from the curly haired boy. The blond boy entered the home, minutes later.

"Oh, hey Skylar. I wasn't expecting to see you here." JJ says.

"Hey JJ," she gives him a smile. "I was just checking up on your friend here after last night."

"It is not the first brawl we've ever gotten into. Pogues vs Kooks is a daily occurance." JJ explains.

"John B. was just telling me." she says.

"Well, I better be getting going." she mentions.

"No!" both boys exclaimed.

"You can stay here, we don't mind." John B. tells her.

"Hey wait a minute, where's your shadow?" JJ wonders.

"My friend Alfie? He's around." she says.

"Oh, alright. Kiara and Pope should be here soon." JJ tells her.

The trio hung around John B's house, the boys getting to know Skylar until Pope and Kiara showed up. Everyone moved outside to hang out on the porch.

"I almost wanted to call this whole thing off. Peterkin told me that she'd help me with DCS if we stayed out of the marsh but then, Skylar here showed up and told such a believable lie that even Peterkin believed her and left me alone." John B. tells the others.

"Woah, how did you pull that off?" JJ wonders.

"It's just something I do. You just need to believe in the lie you're telling and tell it with confidence." Skylar tells him.

"Would you mind demonstrating?" he asks.

The others turned to her, curious and she shrugs.

"Sure, I guess. Umm...my name is Skylar Winchester, I'm a huntress but, not the kind you usually think of. I hunt the monsters that are out there, the monsters you only read about in books. My friend Alfie is actually named Samandriel and he's an angel. I'm also friend's with the king of Hell."

The Pogues shared looks with each other before looking back at her.

"Wow, you're right John B. I actually believed her." JJ says.

"That's a very impressive lie." Pope comments.

"What do you do that requires you to lie elaboratly?" Kiara inquires.

Skylar only gave them a smile, one that told them that she had secrets that she intended to keep hidden.

"John B, listen to me. I have a plan." JJ says, changing the subject.

"You've got the key to Cameron's big boat, right?"

"No," John B tries to dismiss the blond's idea.

"There's scuba gear. We borrow that and go down to the wreck this afternoon, that will save you for certain. You don't see rich kids in foster care." JJ says.

John B looked at his friend blankly before sighing.

"Alright, fine. I'll meet you guys once I've got the equipment." he says.

Everyone parts ways and Skylar reunites with Samandriel and the two of them head down to the beach.

"So, tell me about your new friends." Samandriel says as he walks alongside Skylar.

"They're not my friends, Samandriel. I just saved John B. from being taken into foster care and his friends are grateful."

"But, didn't they just invite you to hang out with them?"

"I mean...I guess."

"Then they'll be your friends soon enough, as long as you give them a chance."

Skylar sighs, "I'll try my best. But it won't be easy. They clearly don't know what's out there."

"Maybe so but, you aren't supposed to be a huntress here. You're supposed to be a normal teen girl."

"Samandriel, I can't just stop being a huntress. It's a part of me. But, you're right. Sam and Dean sent me away so I can try to be normal while they deal with Amara..."

Before Samandriel could say anything more, JJ approached the duo.

"Hey Skylar. John B's got the gear. We're meeting at the dock and I'm here to bring you there."

"Right, okay. Oh, JJ this is my friend Alfie." Skylar introduces the blond to the brunet standing beside her.

"Nice to meet you, man. You coming with?" JJ wonders.

"No, no. I have my own things to do." Samandriel tells him.

"Alright well, you ready?" JJ asks, turning to look at Skylar.

The girl looks at Samandriel, who gave her a subtle nod, before she looked back at JJ.

"Yeah, lead the way."

The duo walk away from the beach, heading in the direction of John B's house.

"So what brings you to the Outer Banks?" JJ wonders.

"Vacation." Skylar answered.

"Ah, so you're a Touron then."

"I uh...I guess so."

"So is it just you and your friend then?"

"Yeah, yeah it is. My brothers...they're busy with some family business and sent me here with my best friend to relax."

"I see. And are the two of you...?"

"What? Oh! No, no. We're just friends, really good friends. And no, to answer your next question, there's no one back home either. It's just me and my brothers. It's been that way since I was eleven."

When the last sentence came out of her mouth, Skylar had a flashback to when her mother had been possessed by a Leviathan who had attempted to kill her before Dean sliced her head clean off with his machete.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry. I didn't..."

"It's alright. You didn't know and I've had time to grieve."

An awkward silence fell over the two of them until JJ cleared his throat.

"Um...the dock is right down there. C'mon."

He heads down and Skylar follows after him. The others were there, on the boat, waiting on them. When the duo boarded the HMS Pogue, John B. drove the boat out into the marsh. When they got to where, Skylar assumed the sunken boat was, John B. parked the boat and dropped the anchor while Kie starts to check the oxygen levels of the tanks that John B. had stolen.

"This is empty. You took empty tanks?" she questioned.

"I-" John B. takes a seat beside her.

Kie checks another tank, "Okay, this one's a quarter full. It's enough for one of us."

"Love it when a plan comes together," Pope comments.

"Does anybody know how to dive?" Kie asks.

The boys looks at each other.

"Anybody?"

"It's kind of a Kook sport." JJ says.

"I...read about it." Pope says quietly.

"Great, Pope's read about it. So someone's gonna die." Kie says.

"Look, y-you put the thingie in your mouth and breathe. How hard can it be?" JJ wonders.

"If you come up too fast, nitrogen gets in your bloods and you get the bends." Pope informs him.

"The bends?" JJ asked in confusion. "Like bend over?" he bends forward slightly.

"The bends will kill you." Pope tells him.

"Right." JJ says, pretending he knew that.

"I can...I can dive." John B. pipes up.

"You can dive. I'm cool with that." JJ agrees.

"Since when can you dive?" Kie asks him.

"I'll do it. It's fine." John B. assures her.

"Let me do some calculations real quick." Pope tells him.

He reaches for the pencil and paper on the dashboard of the boat.

"That boat's about 30 feet down."

"Okay," John B said, listening to his friend.

"So, it'll take about 25 minutes at that depth."

"Twenty-five," John B repeats.

“Which means you need to make your safety stop at about...ten feet. All right? For two minutes.” Pope tells him. 

“Yeah, yeah. Ten feet, two minutes. Got it.” John B agrees. 

Kiara suddenly jumps into the water after taking her shirt off. 

“What was that all about?” Pope asks. 

“I don’t know but, I liked it. A lot.” JJ answers. 

Skylar rolls her eyes, typical teenage boy behavior. 

“Uh so...” John B says. 

“Yeah. Uh, when you...uh, when you’re down there, you look for the cargo hold. You stick this thing inside and twist and pull, okay?” JJ says, handing an odd shaped key to his friend. 

“Stick in, twist, pull.” John B repeats. 

“Yeah. My dad moved weight back in the day.” JJ says. 

John B starts to gear up. 

“Hey! I tied my T-shirt to the anchor chain about ten feet down. It’s where you need to do your safety stop.” Kie calls out. 

“Cool,” John B says. 

“Keep an eye on this,” Pope says, pointing at the oxygen meter. “You need to make sure you have enough air to decompress.” 

“Okay, how much do I need?” John B asks. 

“Unclear. Breathe as little as possible.” 

“Zen. Think Zen, you know.” JJ tells him. 

“Yeah, got it.” 

Kiara climbs back onto the boat. 

“Hey, if we get caught in the marsh, we’re basically screwed so...better get a move on.” Pope says. 

“Copy that.” 

Kie approaches John B and places a kiss on his cheek. He stares at her for a moment, clearly surprised by her action. 

“Diver down?” 

“Diver down.” 

John B pulls the scuba mask over his face before getting into the water. The squad watches as John B swims down. They watch his descend until a siren whoops being them. Pope looks over. 

“Shit, JJ.” 

JJ turns around, “Guys that’s the police.” 

“Oh you gotta be kidding me.” 

Skylar looks between the police boat and the spot where John B had gone down before she kicked her shoes off and jumped into the water. JJ, Pope and Kie look over when they heard the splash but, then looked back at the police boat. 

“Yep, that’s the police.” JJ comments. 

“Just act frickin’ normal.” Kie tells the boys. 

As the trio on the boat deal with the officers, Skylar swims down to John B. She notices him searching the boat, so she helps him. He notices her before continuing his search. It wasn’t long until he found the cargo hold. He inserts the key, twist and pulls, removing the lid. Skylar swims closer to him and helps him pull out a backpack that was inside the cargo hold. Then the duo makes their way to the anchor line and start to head back up. They both stop at Kie’s tied T-shirt and when John B looks up, he notices another boat beside his own. So they wait for the boat to leave. Then they see someone’s silhouette just above the water and they’re still waiting. By the time the other boat finally leaves, John B had run out of air. 

“He’s definitely out of air.” Pope says. 

“And so is Skylar. She jumped in without an oxygen tank and has been down there the whole time.” Kie adds. 

Suddenly, both John B and Skylar’s heads break through the surface.

“There they are!” JJ exclaims. 

“Oh God! Jesus Christ! Don’t scare us like that!” Pope says.

“How’d it go down there?” JJ wonders. 

John B makes an okay sign with his hand before he swims around to the back of the boat, Skylar following behind him. JJ heads to the back of the boat as well. 

“Did you find anything?” he asks. 

“Did I find anything?” John B repeated before lifting the backpack above the water. 

“Yeah, there we go! That’s my boy!” JJ cheered, taking the bag from his friend. 

“Y’all okay?” Kie asks. 

“Yeah, I ran out of air.” John B answered. 

“Doing alright,” Skylar responded. 

“You scared the shit out of me.” Kie tells them. 

“Yeah, the cops were up here, but uh...took care of ‘em.” Pope tells John B. 

John B and Skylar climb up onto the boat. 

“My bad,” John B apologizes. 

“You’re all good.” Pope tells him. 

“Yeah, you kinda missed the show, brother.” JJ says. 

Kiara looks over her shoulder, as John B takes off the oxygen tank, and notices something. 

“Hey, guys? Guys, bogey, two o’clock.” she states. 

“What?” JJ asked. 

Everyone else turns around and looks at the approaching boat. 

“Do you recognize that boat?” Pope asks. 

“I’ve never seen it.” Kie says. “What are they doing back here? The marsh is closed.” 

“Let’s not stick around and find out.” JJ says. 

“JJ, get the bowline.” John B tells his friend.

“Yeah,” he agrees. 

He moves to the front of the boat and gets to work on pulling up the anchor. 

“Should we wait on ‘em?” Pope wonders. 

“No, we’re not.” John B tells him. 

“Are you joking?” Kie asks. 

“Go get the stern. Go!” John B. tells Pope. 

“JJ, hurry up.” Kie tells the blond. 

Skylar kept her eyes on the boat, an unsettling feeling blooming in her gut.

“Guys, don’t wait for me. Go.” JJ says, still pulling up the anchor. 

“Pull out the stern.” Pope says. 

JJ moved a bit further back into the boat after the anchor was up. John B. started up the boat and began to drive. 

“I don’t like this.” he comments. 

“Are they coming for us?” Pope wonders. 

“Maybe they’re out fishing.” John B. suggests.

“Go, go, go, go!” JJ says when he notices the boat still heading in their direction. 

“Go into the marsh,” Pope directs. 

“Let’s go!” Kie says. 

“I’m going,” John B. steers the boat into another part of the marsh. 

“Act natural. Act natural.” Pope tells the others. 

Skylar and Kiara noticed that the mystery boat was following behind them. They share a look before Kiara turns to the boys. 

“Hey guys, they’re following us.” she alerts them. 

“Oh, this can’t be good.” Pope comments. 

“Shit,” John B. mutters under his breath. 

“Dude, you gotta go faster.” JJ tells his friend. 

“I’m going!” 

“Gun it!” 

It became a boat chase, John B. attempted to get away from the strangers but, they continued to pursue the Pogues. John B. would turn around a bend and the other boat would turn not too far behind. Skylar’s eyes went wide as she saw one of the guys pick up a rifle and aimed it in their direction. The man missed but, the Pogues ducked down when they heard the gunshot. 

“What the...” Pope said. 

“Holy shit!” Kiara exclaimed. 

“John B, get down.” JJ tells his friend. 

John B. does his best to continue to steer the boat while crouched down to avoid being shot at. Another shot goes off and luckily misses the teens again. 

“Oh my God, we’re going to die.” Pope cried. 

Skylar stands up and pulls out her handgun from out of the back waistband of her jeans. She takes aim before firing a shot back. 

“What the-” JJ looks up to see the girl standing upright. 

“Keep driving, John B.” Skylar tells the curly haired brunet. 

She fires off another shot just as another one goes off from the guy. She takes the hit in her left side.

“Oh my God!” Kie exclaimed. 

“What? What is it?” John B. asks, looking over his shoulder. 

“Don’t worry about it, keep driving.” Skylar tells him, not faltering as blood poured from her side. 

Kie gets up, “Shit! Pope, move.” 

She moves past him, heading for the front of the boat. She gathers up a net when another gunshot goes off. 

“Get down, Kie!” John B. tells her. 

Skylar fires back but, missed, hearing the bullet clang against the hull of the other boat. Kie walked to the back of the boat and tosses the net into the water and everyone watches as the other boat runs straight over the net before coming to a stop as the net most likely got tied in the rudder of the boat. Another gunshot goes off but, the teens made it away safely. 

“Oh my God! Whoo!” JJ cheered. 

“Whew!” Kie sighed in relief. 

Skylar lowers her arm before she stumbles back, which John B. notices. 

“Boo-yeah! Pogue God, man!” JJ exclaims. 

“Skylar, are you alright?” John B. asks the girl. 

She turns around and offers him a reassuring smile before she collapses to the boat floor. 

“Oh my God!” Kiara exclaimed. 

She makes her way over to the other girl and opens up the girl’s flannel shirt before lifting up the shirt underneath. The first thing she notices is a large scar that ran down from the center of Skylar’s chest to her right hip, she takes note that the scar resembled a claw mark...a very large claw mark. Then she notices the bullet wound on Skylar’s left side. 

“She’s been hit and is bleeding out.” Kiara informed the boys. 

She places her hands on the girl’s wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding. John B. steered the boat back to his dock. When they reached the dock, John B. and JJ tied the boat up before JJ and Pope picked up the unconscious girl and carried her up onto the dock before gently setting her down. Kiara resumed applying pressure to the wound. 

“What do we do?” Kie asks. 

“I...I don’t know.” John B. stuttered. 

“We don’t have what we need to patch her up.” Pope says. 

JJ thinks for a moment before getting an idea. 

“Alfie? Alfie!” he calls out, hoping that the girl’s friend was nearby by chance. 

The Pogues heard a strange noise before turning around, jumping back in surprise at the sudden appearance of Alfie. 

“What happened?” he asks. 

“We...we were being shot at and she took a hit while defending us.” Kiara explained. 

Alfie waks over to Skylar’s unconscious form before crouching beside her. He places a hand over the wound once Kiara moved her hands out of the way. The Pogues watched as some kind of light seemed to emit from Alfie’s hand before watching as the wound heals itself. 

“What in the...” Pope mutters. 

When the gunshot wound was healed, Alfie moved his hand away from the girl and Skylar woke up moments later. 

“Sky! Are you alright?” Kie asks in concern. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m alright. Not the first time I’ve been shot.” she tells her. 

“What just happened?” Pope wonders. 

Skylar looks at Samandriel before looking at the Pogues. 

“So, what’s in the bag?” she asks, changing the subject. 

The Pogues all look at each other before John B. grabs the discarded bag and starts to go through it. 

“What do you think it is?” Kiara wonders. 

“Gotta be money, right?” John B. says, rifling through the wet bag. 

“That or a couple of keys with street value to the low-to-mid-mils!” JJ says cheerily. 

“Can we please just open the bag?” Pope asks in exasperation. 

“Wow, Pope. That’s a rare outburst of emotion.” John B. says. 

“You guys are literally killing me with anticipation.” Pope tells him. 

John B. continues to rifle through the bag before pulling out a smaller bag. He opens it up and pulls out a metal, cylinder canister. Skylar gets up with the help of Samandriel and makes her way over to the others, watching in anticipation. John B. opens the canister and turns it over. Out slides a compass into his hand. 

“Oh wow. Yup. That’s about right. Good job, everybody. We found a compass.” Pope says. 

JJ takes of his hat and Skylar notices John B’s intense gaze on the compass. JJ turns back, looking at his friend. 

“Dude, what? It’s not worth anything.” He tells his friend. 

“This was my father’s.” John B. shares. 

Kie, Pope and JJ all share a look with each other while Skylar looks at Samandriel. Something told her that something big was about to happen with this group and she had a feeling that she was about to be dragged into it with them. This semi-apple pie life of hers was about to get interesting and she planned on looking after her new friends, and try to keep, what just happened, out of the minds of the Pogues. 

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[prorevenge]

Won’t pick up your dog’s shit and then steal from me? Move out then.

So this happened at the last apartment complex I lived in. Sorry it’s so long.

My SO and I were renting a ground floor unit at a really nice apartment complex. I wouldn’t say it was a luxury apartment or anything but our ground floor unit had a little patio off the back that led out into a really nice court yard area with hammocks, a walking path, outdoor fireplace/seating area, etc. A lot of people walk their dogs out there or let their kids play out in the grass, including us.

We have a 1 year old cane corso, we got her when we’d been living in the unit for about 2.5 months and she was only 8 weeks at the time. She’s a really good dog and we trained her well. We could let her out to go potty and she’d come right back even if there were distractions/people/dogs out (we always stood on the patio and watched her anyways because our pet agreement said we couldn’t leave our dog unattended). Then we’d go pick up her poop right away if she pooped (also part of the pet agreement as I’m sure is standard at most apartment complexes). We kept a small step trash can outside specifically for her poop bags because we didn’t want to throw them away inside and the only outside trash cans were on the other side of the building (which i agree is super dumb). It really was a small trash can, like the kind you’d tuck into the bathroom between the toilet and the wall. We also had her poop bags hanging on our patio door handle for easy access so we didn’t have to hunt for them every time we needed them.

This lady and her kid moved in on the ground floor in our building, two units down from us. No biggie. We ran into her one day carrying in groceries and my SO held open the door for her. She seemed kind of Karen-ish but was polite and her kid (probably 10-11 years old) didn’t look up from his phone. Whatever that’s pretty typical of kids these days. They also had a dog, a little black and white fluffy thing super cute but not trained very well. Don’t know what kind of dog but it was much smaller than our already giant puppy.

After about two weeks or so, we realized that there were dog turds in the grass right off our patio. We found out the hard way because my boyfriend stepped in it the first time. Luckily he wasn’t barefoot. They were clearly not our dog’s turds as 1.) we always picked up her poop right after she went and 2.) they were very obviously from a small dog, not our 70 pound puppy. We’d been in the apartment about 7-8 months at that point and had never had an issue with this so we figured it was EM’s little dog. I wrote her a polite note that basically was like “Hey neighbor! We noticed that some of your dog’s poops aren’t being picked up and are right off our patio. Per the pet agreement we all have to sign, we all need to be picking up our own dog’s poop each time they go. I’m sure it was an accident and you just didn’t notice, so if you could make sure to do that going forward we’d appreciate it! -Your neighbors in (unit#)”

She wasn’t home so I slipped it under the door and went back to my apartment. A couple hours later this lady is banging on my door and gets really angry with me, insists that it couldn’t have been her dog and how dare I assume. I felt really bad and I apologized immediately, said I didn’t mean to offend her and it must have been someone else. She told me never to bother her with “crap like this again” and stormed off. I was like okaaaaayyyyy.

Not three days later, I was sitting on my patio with a book enjoying the cool weather when I see their little dog run out of their back door - no one with it - and it comes over to me. I said hello to the pup (bcuz I love pups) and then it took a shit right off patio, ran back home and scratched the door to be let in. I saw her kid slide the door open enough to let the dog in and then closed it again without coming outside to pick up the poop. I was annoyed because here I saw it with my own eyes that it WAS their dog and no one was even watching it when it was outside.

So I grabbed a poop bag, picked up the poop, wrote another less polite note about her kid neglecting to watch the dog or come to check if it had pooped/pick up after it, and dropped the poop bag and the note on their patio right by the door, then went back to my reading. EM was quicker to come by this time and stomped right up to me, waving the note around. Then stated that her kid was just a kid and probably just forgot to check. I said I didn’t care, her kid was old enough to stand outside for 3 minutes and come pick up the dog’s poop. She said well there’s no poop bags/trashcans on this side of the building and she didn’t feel comfortable making her kid walk all the way around the building for that. The next part is my own fault, in hindsight. I suggested she put a trash can like mine on her patio and leave their own poop bags handy like we do for our dog. She eyed our stuff, huffed some more, rolled her eyes, refused to do anything about the poop and walked off. At this point I was super annoyed.

I stalked my patio door for the next couple days as much as I could, just waiting. And sure enough on day 2 in the evening when I was about to give up, I see the puppy run outside towards my patio. I whipped out my phone, took some pictures of the dog outside alone (not allowed) and the dog pooping and then took another phone an hour later of the poop still there and time stamped all of them. Then I sent an email to the apartment office people who were always pretty nice and they responded quickly they would give her a warning about it.

And sure enough this lady comes back AGAIN, to get mad and yell at me about how petty I was to report them to the office and now they had a $150 fine for not picking up their dog poop. (It’s worth noting that these fines were rare. PooPrints were not used at this complex. In order for the office to fine someone for dog poop they had to have proof it was that specific tenants dog’s poop and that it wasn’t picked up. Hence the photos I’d taken and timestamped.) I told her that I had tried to be nice about it with her TWICE before and it was her own fault at that point for not abiding by the terms of the pet agreement we ALL had to sign (everyone who had a dog at least).

She went off about how she’s a single mom and she works during the day and her precious baby can’t be expected to pick up after their dog. I told her that a 10/11 year old was plenty old enough to pick up after a dog and that if they weren’t responsible enough then maybe the kid shouldn’t be letting the dog out at all and she should be the one to do it or maybe whoever is home with him should be looking after it. She got angry, told me I had no idea how to be a single mom, that her mom stays with him during the day and shouldn’t be expected to look after her kid and her dog and she stomped off again. I expected to hear more about it but I didn’t. (The ironic part is I AM a single mom; my kid isn’t my SO’s and I raised him alone for 2.5 years before I met my SO, so yes I do know how hard it is and I live 1000 miles from my closest family so I never even had the luxury of being able to have my mom watch my kid.)

Over the next couple of weeks we didn’t find anymore dog turds off our patio. But we did notice our poop bags were depleting and our trash can filling up way more quickly than usual. I had my suspicions and wanted to test it. We had recently bought some small security cameras for inside of our apartment for different reasons and I had my boyfriend set one up outside on the patio. We faced it where it could see our door and trash can but didn’t point to the rest of the court yard or other people’s units (we respect privacy around here).

Sure enough the same evening my boyfriend set it up, I see the kid walk onto our patio, take a poop bag, walk out of frame, and then come back to throw it in our trash can. Okay. Now I’m PISSED but also not trying to fight this lady or her kid. So I moved the poop bags to the inside door handle. It’s a glass door so you can still see them but we always lock our sliding door.

Next morning, I hear someone knocking on the back patio door and I go to see her kid standing there looking annoyed. I didn’t open the door I just spoke loudly enough to ask what did he need. He demanded a poop bag for his dog’s poop. I said I’m sorry but these are our poop bags for our dog and they weren’t free for anyone else to use. The apartment provides poop bags in a dispenser near the trash can on the other side of the building. Kid started demanding a poop bag, saying his mom told him he could use ours, slapping his hands on the glass a few times (trying to scare me? yes I’m so terrified of a ten year old boy...), and finally screaming at me that he’s telling his mother on me. I said fine go ahead I’ll tell her the same thing. Sure enough, a few minutes later his mom is standing on my patio also demanding a poop bag for her dog’s poop. I denied her a bag and asked her to please step off of my patio as she was making me feel unsafe and uncomfortable (my SO wasn’t home). She told me I was a bratty child (I’m 24...) and she demanded I let her use my poop bags as I had already told her she could before. I said no, I told you to get some yourself and do what I do - keep them close by and put your own trash can on your own patio - not use the bags I buy with my own money for my own dog and then fill up my tiny trash can with your dog’s poop. I pointed out she could use a plastic shopping bag if she didn’t want to buy her own poop bags or she could use the bags the complex provided on the other side of the building. She kept going off on me and I finally told her if she didn’t leave my patio I’d call the police as she was harassing me (the apartment office was closed on Sundays and of course it was Sunday). She acted like she was going to call my bluff but then my boyfriend got home and walked up behind me to ask what was going on and she ended up dragging her kid away - again, leaving the poop in the grass off my patio.

So once she was gone, I took ANOTHER timestamped picture of the dog poop, downloaded the footage from my security camera of her kid stealing my poop bags and throwing them in my trash can and the footage from them that morning yelling at me and demanding my bags and my denying them and emailed all of it to the apartment management. I told them that she made me feel unsafe and uncomfortable in my own home, that she and her child felt entitled to come onto my patio and take my belongings. I also went outside, picked up her dog’s poop, looked in the trash can on my patio and pulled out the bags with her dog’s poop (they were significantly smaller than my dog’s poops as I’m sure any dog owners could tell the difference in poops of a 12lb dog vs a 70lb dog). I went and opened all the bags and dumped the poops straight on her patio right outside the door.

On Monday, I heard back from the office lady who said she would take care of it. By Friday, there was a moving truck and the lady and her kid were moving out. Pretty sure they were evicted or at the very least urged to move before a formal eviction process was initiated. After talking to some of our other, much friendlier neighbors, it turns out we weren’t the only ones who had been complaining about her. They’d only lived in the complex for like 2-3 months before they made so many enemies they were kicked out.

Sometimes I think I should feel bad for playing a part in them getting evicted but honestly I can’t bring myself to feel guilty about it. Not my fault she was a lazy entitled bitch who couldn’t even be assed to get a shopping bag to pick up her dog’s shit. I never heard from her about the turds I dropped on her patio but I like to think she stepped in them without looking and knew better than to come bitch to me about it.

sorrynotsorry

(Also, I’m sure they were given more than a week to vacate as those are the tenancy laws here but she packed up and left like a bat out of hell. Guess she didn’t want to stay somewhere she was clearly seen as an enemy... I don’t know for sure that she was evicted or if she was just asked to leave or abide by the lease or what. Office can’t give out that type of info and she and I weren’t exactly on speaking terms for her to give me the scoop about it.)

TLDR; Entitled mom lets her dog shit wherever it wants without cleaning it, I tell her to pick up her dog’s shits or make her kid do it, she refuses, gets a fine from the apartment complex after I send them pics of her dog unattended and the poop not being picked up. She starts letting her kid steal my supplies from my patio, I send video footage and photos to the management and they end up being kicked out of the complex.

(source) story by (/u/MotherhoodEst2017)

[just-dreaming-about]

Big Hero 6

This time I come with a Big Hero 6 fanfic because I'm in the mood for this guys. Also I'm trying with (Y/N) because I couldn't find a good name for this one and you could imagine her/him whatever you want. I just love this movie and I hope you enjoy this!

Starting a new life it's always hard. You only had twelve years when your dad came to home with the news: "They give me the job!" You celebrated with your parents, both happy and excited, and you were happy because they were happy -you didn't had any idea what those words implied.

The first few weeks were very hard, unpacking and accommodating but luckily your parents made the job easier for you; music and laughs sounded throughout the house. Then, the day you were finishing painting the living room, the only place in the house that hadn't yet suffered your artistic attack with the brush, someone knocked on the door. You peeked down the hall without caring that there was paint all over your clothes, face and hair to see how your two parents opened the door to a stranger. That woman introduced herself as Cass Hamada and had brought her nephews to introduce herself to the new neighbors. It was weird. Where you lived, the neighbors ignored each other or yelled at each other because they annoyed each other.

One of this woman's nephews was your age, with messy black hair and a gesture of discomfort as if he preferred to be somewhere else. The other, the one who caught your young and easily impressionable heart, was tall, probably older than seventeen, wearing a baseball cap and preventing his little brother from running away from the situation. Still, no one was surprised that your parents were two men. One of them, the one who had gotten the job as journalist and for whom you had moved to that city turned to the hallway looking for you.

-We have a (girl/boy) your age, Hiro -said the one who hadn't turned.

-Wow, Hiro! An opportunity to make friends! -Mrs. Hamada was excited.

-It has to be around here... (Y/N)!-yelled the one turned.

You hid yourself and took a look in the mirror; it was when you realized how you looked. Your head was a chaos of negative thoughts and your hands tried to fix your hair. Your father shouted your name again and you took a deep breath, your two parents didn't mind going out with a paint mess, you shouldn't care either. Gathering all the confidence you were capable of, you went out into the hall and let them see you. Hiro looked annoyed, Tadashi just smiled and Mrs. Hamada looked like she was about to jump out of excitement.

-Aren't you the most adorable thing in town? -smiled Mrs. Hamada- Hiro, say something.

-I don't wanna to say anything -said Hiro crossing his arms.

-Then I'll say it -said Tadashi, bending down to be at your height- Hi, I'm Tadashi. This is my aunt Cass and he is the stupid, grumpy and immature of my brother -Tadashi was still smiling, although Hiro was complaining behind him, and extended his hand towards you- How are you?

In that moment you decided that Tadashi was the perfect boy.

From that day on, you became inseparable from the Hamada. They lived across the street and you always had fun being at their home. When you couldn't get out of your house because you were sick or punished, Tadashi made funny gestures out of his bedroom window -which looked at yours- while Hiro just looked at you wrongly or stuck his tongue out at you.

Trying to be friends with Tadashi was very easy, he was a person with whom you could talk about all subjects and who never laughed at your concerns. When you turned thirteen, a classmate invited you to the movies -your first date- and your response was to run to the Lucky Cat Cafe and tell Tadashi while you were dying of shame because Hiro was laughing at you.

Trying to be friends with Hiro was something else. Hiro was only interested in robotics and robo-combat and building robots. It was boring. The worst thing of all is that Tadashi started university and almost all his free time was spent at the university or working on his project so you had to spend time with Hiro. Now the routine was go to the Lucky Cat Cafe when finish class, grab some candy and interrupt Hiro in anything he was working on until Tadashi came home and played with you or your dads came to pick you up, whichever was earlier. Sometimes you stayed in his room or in the garage with Hiro while he worked and you did homework, both in silence until you had a doubt and Hiro tried that you find the answer by you alone because you wouldn't learn anything if he simply gave it to you.

The days went by while Hiro graduated from high school and rubbed it in your face, Tadashi continued to be an older brother to you, Aunt Cass prepared her delicious sweets, one of your dad entered as a professor at the University of San Fransokyo and the other entered as a journalist in one of the most important newspapers in the city. Things were going well.

The holidays passed quickly, Tadashi spent a lot of time in his laboratory, Hiro ignored you while working on his new robot and your young person of fourteen fantasized about Tadashi who was now your great crush.

-You know you will never be together, right? -said Hiro without looking at you.

-Excuse me? -you stopped sketching Tadashi's face on you notebook. You recently discovered that painting was one of your qualities and that you really enjoyed drawing everything you saw.

-Nothing, don't worry -he said with that tone that he always uses to make others believe that he doesn't care but you knew very well that he was dying to say something else.

-What do you know about this things?

-He is four years older than you, it is silly that you continue with that.

-It is none of your business if I have a crush for your brother.

-You are wrong about that. My favorite activity is seeing how you look at Tadashi, really expecting him to notice you like that. Do you know that that would be pedophilia? But what do I know about these things?

Finally, Hiro turned his chair to look at you with his sly smile plastered on his face until he saw your pained-angry expression and realized that you were about to cry. You ran out of there without saying a word, Hiro screaming your name running after you, you almost collided with Aunt Cass before leaving and crossing the street to go up to your house. You didn't open your bedroom door even to Tadashi when he came to see what had happened between you and Hiro. After three days without showing up at the Hamada's house, Hiro tried his luck with a drone that carried a message for you. At first, you were surprised to see that weird robot but when you looked behind it -towards Hiro's window- you saw the boy with the drone controls and with a nervous smile on his face. You shot him an angry look and closed the curtain, which didn't open all week.

One night after dinner, Aunt Cass appeared at your house, your dads were trying to calm her in the living room, she seemed about to break. Apparently, Hiro had disappeared and Tadashi had gone looking for him, Aunt Cass thought he would be here with you but he wasn't there -she didn't know that you and Hiro had fought. You sat with your parents in the living room, waiting for news from Tadashi while Aunt Cass was debuting the cookies your parents had brought, a feeling of anguish tightening your chest. Then Aunt Cass received a call from the police station and ran to find her nephews, your parents sent you to bed, it was very late and you had class tomorrow but you couldn't sleep: when Aunt Cass's car appeared on the street, you stuck to your bedroom window to see how the Hamadas were arguing with each other before entering the house. You sighed in relief to see that Hiro was safe and reacted late when the light in the brothers' room came on. Hiro had sat at his computer and looked out the window -out of habit- and saw you there with a worried face. He gave you the most sly smile and you show him your middle finger before closing the curtains again. Now you could sleep.

When missing your friends won over your pride, you showed up in the Hamada's garage to see Hiro and Tadashi very focused on something they were working on, Tadashi first became aware of your presence and gave you one of his kind smiles before leaving you with Hiro to fix whatever had happened between the two of you. Hiro was very bad asking for forgiveness and talking about feelings but you were honest with him; you told him that in your old city you didn't have many friends, so Tadashi behaving so well with you was a great change for you. You also told him that you weren't in love with Tadashi, not really you thought, you were in love with the idea of ​​Tadashi: an attentive, smart and funny boy who cared about making you feel welcome in his house because he knew you didn't know anyone and you needed friends. You ended up accepting Hiro's apology and hugging him even though he had never liked this kind of display of affection.

But he also hugged you.

Now you were in context; Tadashi showed Hiro his university and introduced him to his friends and Hiro had marveled at everything and was now trying to carry out a huge project to let him study there as well. You also met Tadashi's friends since they started coming to the Hamada's house to cheer Hiro and help him advance his project, you became good friends with Honey Lemon and Fred, you even went to eat with all of them because they invited you. Your parents were concerned that your friends list was practically much older than you but they couldn't say that they were a bad influence on you, quite the opposite actually. While Hiro was developing his project, you kept him company simply by being there with him; you talked to him about how the classes had gone, who you had a fight with, which teacher you thought was against you because you didn't pass the last exam and you drew. You spent hours talking and talking while you drew. Sometimes Hiro would go for hours and hours without answering and you thought he wouldn't listen to you and you were silent but then he interrupted his work and asked you what happened next. You smiled broadly at him and kept telling him the story. Sometimes he would ask you for help with the most important task; give him gummy bears. He would leave his mouth open and you would put the sweets.

Until the day you fell asleep at the Hamada's garage. It wasn't planned, you were really having fun with Hiro throwing gummy bears to his mouth and sketching Hiro's hands while he worked. At some point in the night Hiro realized that you had fallen asleep in the couch over your sketches but didn't wake you up, he looked for a blanket and put it on you before continuing to work. The next morning the laughter of the others woke you both up, Tadashi had taken a picture of you both sleeping together in the couch and Fred was starting to sing a song about you two sitting under a tree. From that day on, the atmosphere between you and Hiro changed. You wouldn't know if it was your negative reaction, the panic on Hiro's face or the fact that Hiro shouted that you liked Tadashi, you only knew that that day you felt very bad, a pressure in your chest that you wouldn't know how to define. Tadashi went to talk to you and you both sat down on the stairs in front of your house to talk; he told you that he was honored to have been your first love but he also told you that he felt bad for being the first to break your heart. You, to Tadashi's relief, told him that you weren't in love with him. You confessed that you didn't understand your own feelings but it was true that you took references from him for the idea of ​​your type of boy: cool, smart and who cares about your well-being. He said, mysteriously, that you would end up realizing it. What did you have to realize? You had no idea and Tadashi wasn't going to make it easy for you. The Hamadas were obsessed with you learning by yourself.

-I thought you promised to keep my secret -you said entering the Hamada's garage- I thought you were my friend.

Hiro was sitting at the computer but his head rested on his hands and his elbows on the table, he seemed to be overwhelmed by something. When he turned to see you, it looked like he hadn't slept in days.

-I'm your friend, (Y/N).

-Friends keep secrets.

He signed, seemed really bad.

-Is the idea of ​​dating me so bad?-you didn't know where those words came from but once they were said there was no going back. The tension between you two seemed to increase.

Hiro mumbled some things you didn't understand before sighing again and running a hand through his hair.

-What did you said? -you asked a little more abrupt than you intended.

-Can we become friends again?-he repeated a little louder- I miss you...

Something inside you stirred restlessly and perhaps it was his pleading look or that you missed your friend but you ended up smiling defeated. This time it was Hiro who hugged you, whispering another apology.

The day before the convention where Hiro was supposed to prove himself to Callahan, you spent the evening trying to calm Hiro who was on his nerves pacing from one side of the garage to the other checking that everything was perfect. Since it was an impossible task, you let him be while you made new sketches in your new sketchbook. So you spent several hours until Tadashi appeared and stood next to you to see your sketches.

-You never cease to amaze me with every drawing, (Y/N).

-Miss Trainor has taught me to focus more on how light moves -you commented absentmindedly looking at Hiro to erase a line from your sketch and draw it again.

-What are you drawing? -Hiro asked coming closer to look too.

You panicked for a few seconds and closed the notebook. This had been going on for a couple of weeks; when you started drawing you showed all your sketches, then when you started drawing Tadashi it didn't bother you that Hiro saw you draw but lately when you drew Hiro you didn't let him see your sketches. A feeling of urgency and shame arose within you every time he asked to see your notebook.

-Why can Tadashi see and I can't?

At Hiro's insistence that he was beginning to get upset and your denials that you were starting to get angry, Tadashi ended the discussion.

-Because I am a human being who stays neat and rests well. Have you seen your face? Did you even take a shower yesterday? What impression will you make tomorrow if you fall asleep in your own talk?

Embarrassed, Hiro fled to shower, slamming the door behind him. You and Tadashi laughed at the situation and then he started to go over the same details that Hiro had been perfecting.

-You care about him a lot -you said, storing your things in your shoulder bag.

-He is my little brother, for me it is natural to worry -he shrugged his shoulders closing one of the containers of microbots.

-I'm jealous... You have each other. I am always alone at home when my dads aren't around.

-You have us, (Y/N) -Tadashi approached you and put a hand on your shoulder and gave you that smile that was reserved for Hiro- You are one more and you know it.

-Thanks, Tadashi.

You hugged Tadashi with all your might, partly because you didn't want to cry and that he called you corny, and partly because you wanted to show him how grateful you were for accepting you into his family. After you broke up, Tadashi asked you to come upstairs to check that Hiro had showered and to see if you could get him to get some sleep, he was going to finish the last checks.

In other circumstances you wouldn't have minded entering Hiro's room without calling and yelling at him to do what Tadashi had asked but now every step that brought you closer to the room made you blush more. For some reason it took a lot of courage to knock at the wall to advise him that you were there, to your relief, a freshly showered and already dressed Hiro peeked down to see who was there.

-Since when do you knock? -Hiro asked, yawning and stepping aside to let you in.

-Since when do you not sleep?-you changed the subject bluntly but Hiro didn't seem to care.

-As the date gets closer I find it harder to sleep -he confessed with a shrug- I review things in my head all the time, I want it to be perfect.

-You will be better off if you rest properly - you scolded crossing your arms.

-I can't, okay? I can't sleep. Does it matter? My technology will speak for me.

-Of course it matters! Ugh. Sometimes you're impossible.

Full of rage and without saying another word you took Hiro's hand and dragged him to bed, laying you down with him. Hiro was a chaos of stammering, complaining and blushing but you imposed yourself and forced him to lean his back against the bed, you ordered him to close his eyes and you stayed with him looking at the ceiling. After a few minutes Hiro opened his eyes and turned his head towards you to tell you that he was still not sleeping. You completely turned around and looked at him angrily.

-I will stay with you until you fall asleep.

And he didn't try anything to make you leave.

The next morning both Hiro and you had to put up with comments from Tadashi, Fred, Gogo... Even Aunt Cass made a comment!

One of your dads as a professor at San Fransokyo University was helping to organize the event and the other had to be there to do an article about the event for the newspaper so Aunt Cass offered to take you with Hiro and Tadashi. Even you could see perfectly well that Hiro was pretending not to be nervous when he was actually about to have an attack so you spent most of the way holding his hand to cheer him up. You gasped when the convention doors opened and it had to be Hiro who pulled your hand in order for you to move forward. Before everyone scattered around the room to hand out the containers that guarded the microbots that Hiro had built, Honey Lemon took a selfie of the group where, to your surprise, it was Hiro who pushed you into a surprise hug so in the photo you came out looking at Hiro, smiling and if you looked closely you were a little flushed. After that you were going to go with Aunt Cass to wait for Hiro's exposition turn, but Hiro didn't let go of your hand.

-All right, bro. This is it -said Tadashi trying to bump fists with Hiro but he was distracted- Come on! Don't leave me hanging -Tadashi looked at me and then to Hiro to realize that Hiro was worried- What's going on?

-I really want to go here -he said frankly at the time he squeezed your hand.

-Hey, you got this -reassured Tadashi putting a hand on his shoulder.

Hiro looked at you one last time before releasing your hand and walk to the scenario. Tadashi and you shared a worried look but he put his arm around you and took you with him searching for aunt Cass, your two dads and the gang: they actually found the best place where they could see Hiro but when people started noticing Hiro exposition and they started to approach to see better you were too small to see through them so Wasabi sit you on his shoulders. Hiro started shyly and you thought he was so cute when he started talking with new confidence. That was the Hiro you knew and you were so proud of him. The exposition finished and you were left behind with aunt Cass and your parents and when you did it to where Hiro and the gang was, a men was already leaving them and you freaked out that this men was Alistar Krei from Krei Tech and Callahan was giving Hiro his acceptance card. Hiro seemed so freaked out and you take advantage to run and surprise him with a big hug.

-That was amazing! Why did you so much drama last night?

-What happened last night? -asked Fred with that tone that made you and Hiro blush and broke the hug.

-Nothing you should care -you crossed your arms and frowned to him.

Your parents called you and you thanks them for that, perfect timing. They told you that they should stay for the party because of their job so you had to go with the Hamadas, that didn't bother you and you found the gang going out the building. Actually, Hiro and Tadashi were leaving behind after a big hug from aunt Cass.

-Eh, where's going everyone?

-They're over there, we'll meet them at the cafe -answered Tadashi with his big smile.

-Aren't you coming?

-I want to talk with Hiro, would you save us a place with you in the cafeteria?

You smiled to Tadashi, nodding, and them looked at Hiro to hug him again.

-That was really amazing, Hiro.

He hugged you too and broke when Tadashi took a photo of you hugging.

-I'll send this to everyone!

You simply blushed again but Hiro started to chase his brother yelling at him. Laughing, you tried reach the gang at the parking but then you heard people yelling and when you noticed it the exposition building was on fire. You were so worried about your dads that you started running without care if aunt Cass shouted you don't. Your two dads were good, they could go out the building fine but then, the building exploded and when you looked you could see Hiro at the ground yelling Tadashi's name. Either your two dads could stopped you when you run to him, you stumbled and skidded on the floor in your way but you made it to him and took his face so he could look at you.

-Hiro, where's Tadashi? What happened!? Are you listening me!? What happened!?

But he didn't tell you anything. In fact he didn't tell you anymore since that day. He closed up to you, to everyone, and didn't care if there were people worried about him. You didn't know what you could do or say, your dads insisted that you only had to be there for him but you felt like you weren't welcomed in his room anymore. You tried a lot but you couldn't reach him and the person who you go when you need advice wasn't there anymore. It was frustrating and you were almost depressed as Hiro but you thought you had to be strong for Hiro and Tadashi so you still go to school and then to the Lucky Cat Cafe, you went to Hiro's room and helped him with cleaning and trying to get him out but he didn't want you there. You still trying showing him a new painting you did in Art Class but he didn't care. You thought that painting was horrible anyway, since Tadashi's death you didn't draw anything good. When it was time for you to go to your house, Aunt Cass hug you and said that you were doing good, but you didn't believe it. Took you a few weeks to stop trying. You didn't know what to do either the gang didn't have any idea.

And then, one night, your phone ring with a message from Baymax. You didn't remember what a Baymax was but the message said that Hiro needed you so you didn't hesitate, you dressed up and were careful to not wake up your dads, crossed the street and stopped when a car park next to you. Wasabi, Gogo, Honey Lemon and Fred were there, and all of you saw how Hiro with a big armored thing escaped to the streets. Gogo take you on the car and Wasabi drives following Hiro to the bay where they were spying something. He freaked out when all of you go out from the car.

-Dude, what are you doing out here? -asked Wasabi saying what everyone was thinking.

-Nothing! Just out for a walk. Helps my pubescent mood swings.

-Pubescent? -you asked as he was regretting said that.

-You have to go! -Hiro yelled at all of you stopping the questions about Baymax.

-No, don't push us away again, Hiro. We're here for you -said Honey Lemon- That's why Baymax contacted us.

-Those who suffer a lost, require support from friends and loved ones -said Baymax- Who would like to share their feelings first?

You looked at Hiro crossing your arms, after all those days without say nothing he were here playing around? You were angry and Hiro could feel that. And just when Fred was starting sharing his feelings a kabuki masked man with Hiro's microbots tried to throw you a container but Baymax stopped it. All of you run to the car but Gogo had to took Hiro because he was this stupid that he was staying there. Once in the car, Baymax broke the car ceiling with his butt so Wasabi drives you out of there.

-Hiro, explanation. Now! -said Gogo.

-He stole my microbots! He started the fire! I don't know who he is!

-And you were trying to go for him you alone!? -you freaked out taking him from the arm- You're crazy!

The whole chase took all over the town, Fred freaking out about this Kabuki man was a super villain, Honey Lemon stay at the positive part and Gogo lost all his patience and sit in Wasabi's legs to drive. Baymax saved Hiro's life and you were about to suffer a heart attack almost at every turn. Honey Lemon and you hugged while the car fell at the water and Baymax take all of you out of there.

-I told you we'd make it! -said Honey Lemon.

-Your injuries required my attention. And your body temperatures are low -said Baymax.

-We should get out of here -pointed Hiro.

-I know a place -Fred was so strange again.

While Fred took you to his house, Hiro looked at you with a feeling you couldn't say what was but you frowned at him and hugged Honey Lemon looking some warm. Fred house was ridiculously big and any of you could believe it was Fred's house. The conversation with the gang ended up suspecting about Alistair Krei was that Kabuki man, Hiro was so strange when he said he would upgrade all of you and you all agreed that someone had to catch the one who started the fire where Tadashi died. All of them worked on what skills they have and you heard them on the design on theirs suits, Hiro was the last word on the design because only him knows what he can do on his lab and you feel like old times. It was refreshing and inspiring and the fact that Hiro and you could talk again was the best part. And when everybody had their suit you looked at Hiro waiting for yours.

-What are you looking at? -he laughed a little nervous, you even said he blushed.

-Where's my suit? -you were so excited about it, you can't wait.

-Oh, your suit -Hiro didn't look at you, he was evading your eyes- I didn't do it.

-What? We were working on it! You said... -and then you realized it- You don't want me here.

-What? (Y/N) That's not true.

-You're pushing me away, again -he tried to denied it but you cut hum- You did this all the time! Why I still believing in you?

-(Y/N), I don't... You don't understand.

-I understand everything. You just were my friend because of Tadashi -you can feel tears forming on your eyes and your voice broking- You don't want to be my friend anymore?

-I don't said any of that! You're getting me out of context. Let me explain...

He tried to approach to you but you pushed him away from you and hugged yourself.

-No! I don't want more lies! I tried everything, Hiro, to cheer you up but you ignored me and when I thought we started being friends again... I don't want you to hurt me anymore.

You were crying now and Hiro looked terrible because of that, he didn't know what to do to calm you and was looking around to think something.

-I... I didn't want to hurt you.

-I wish Tadashi were here, not you.

You know from the moment those words escapes from your mouth that you will regret that forever. Hiro looked hurt first and then angry.

-Get out of here! I don't want you in my house! Never!

-I hate you! -you shouted leaving the garage but you could heard Hiro's last words.

-I wish aunt Cass never took us to your house! I wish I never met you!

That words hunted you all day and night. Your parents didn't know why you spend those days crying in your room, you were hurt and heartbroken and you knew perfectly that you have the fault. Also you knew that Hiro and the gang were busy with that Kabuki man so you thought you shouldn't bother them. You were alone, again, and you thought you deserved it. You received a message from Honey Lemon telling you to call her and when you did it, you were surprised.

-And Hiro just left you there?

-Don't worry, Fred called Heathcliff to pick us but we're worried about Hiro. Could you check if he's at his house?

-I don't know if I should... He don't want me there anymore.

-Look, I don't know what happened between Hiro and you -that was Gogo voice- But I know something about you. You two are the best friends I've ever seen, ok? And no matter what problem you have between you, you are always there for each other. Ok? So go there and check him because he wasn't himself and he needs you even if he didn't know it yet. Got it?

-But...

-Stop whining. Woman up -she said before hanging up.

At that moment you heard a noise at the street and saw how Hiro and Baymax landed and went to the garage. You took all the courage you have and send a message to Honey Lemon "I got him". When you reach the garage you were hesitant until you heard them.

-Yes! No! I don't know! Open you access! -that was Hiro's voice.

-Is this what Tadashi wanted? -and that one was Baymax's.

-It doesn't matter!

-Tadashi programed me to aid and...

-Tadashi's gone!

You were crying when you stopped hiding and called him.

-Hiro?

-(Y/N)? -he was crying too.

Neither of you moved, just stare at each other in silence. Then Baymax said:

-Tadashi's here.

-No -mumbles Hiro looking at the floor- He's not here.

Then Baymax started to reproduce a video about Tadashi building Baymax and his failed tries. He was so optimistic, and excited and tired but he never give up. You were crying again at the sight of your friend and approached to Hiro who was looking at him too.

-Oh, man. Wait till my brother and (Y/N) see you. You're gonna help so many people, buddy. So many. That's all for now. I am satisfied with my care.

The video stopped with the image of Tadashi smiling and Hiro took his hand to his brother face.

-I miss him -he said.

-Me too -you whispered looking at him- He was like a brother to me.

-He was my best friend -he didn't looked at you.

-I know... And you're mine -you surprised him and now he looked at you when the image switch off- And I hurt you and I know I said things and I am so sorry for that. I was so frustrated and upset and only thinking on me but you were suffering too and... -you stopped yourself because you were crying so much that you can't speak.

-I'm sorry too. I should talk to you before but I was scared that you would be angry with me and... -he signed- I don't regret aunt Cass forced me to go to your house to meet you, (Y/N). Actually I'm grateful.

-I... Do-don't hate you -you said between cries.

Hiro smiled at you and hugged you and you cried in his arms.

-Those who suffer a lost, require support from friends and loved ones -said Baymax.

You both laughed at this and break the hug to look at each other.

-I didn't build you a suit because I don't want you get hurt. I was trying to protect you because I can't lose you too, (Y/N).

-I understand now -you nodded smiling but then punch his arm- Next time, talk to me! Got it? I'm here for you, you stupid genius butt!

-I don't get it -he rubbed his arm- I'm a genius or a stupid?

-You're impossible!

-But you love me!

He started tickling you and you hopped he didn't notice your blush or at least think it was for the laughs.

-I knew you'll make it -Gogo voice stopped both of you.

-The all team again! -celebrate Fred.

They show you a video that they get on that spooky island and then explain to you what you discovered there. Callahan was that Kabuki man and he was taking revenge of his daughter.

The gang prepared for his next move and you helped them, givin to Gogo her bubblegum, her bag to Honey Lemon and when Hiro took his helmet you took it from his hands.

-You're gonna be careful, right?

-I promise -he smiled to you and you believe him so you put him his helmet.

-I'm trusting you, Hiro. Just come with me again.

-I will always come to you, (Y/N).

He seemed like he would say something more but Wasabi called him so he smiled at you one more time and went with the guys. You were left on the garage and use Hiro's computer to use the satellites that Hiro had hacked when he was working on Baymax scan to see what was happening. You were so proud of then when they make it to trick the bad guy and left him without the microbots. But when you saw Hiro and Baymax going on that weird portal thing you freaked out and couldn't take it anymore more. You run to your house, it was your dad free day but you needed him.

-Dad! I know it's your free day but I know where you can get a big new.

-What are you talking about?

-I'm talking about the biggest new your newspaper have never seen. Believe me.

And he believed you so he take you on his car to Krei Tech just in time to see Hiro getting out that portal thing. Your dad started to interrogate to Krei and Callahan and the police and ambulance were starting to park so you take advantage of that to run to Hiro without anyone noticed it.

-Hiro! -you jump to hug him- You made it! You came back.

-I... I promised you, didn't I?

He hugged you with a arm but he sounded sad so you looked around and that's when you noticed it.

-Where's Baymax?

He just looked at the ground without answering.

-We need to take you out of here.

The gang hides away and Heathcliff took them away while you came back with your father.

After a few days things went to normal or at least as normal as they can be. Hiro went to university with the guys and you were so proud of him while you still were going to high school but now you pass all the afternoon and evening with them at the university, Fred said you were the new pet of pet's university and you didn't complain him because it was funny. And then one day Hiro came running to the gang with a chip in his hand: it was Baymax's chip, the original! And he was so excited about it so you help him with whatever he needed, even if was only giving him gummy bears.

-I think I get it! -shouted Hiro waking you up from his desk.

You fall asleep on your sketchbook again. Since Tadashi's death you didn't draw anything good but now Hiro helped you drawing again. He worked with you and now you didn't care that his head suddenly appeared on your shoulder when you were drawing, in fact you blush and feel this weird thing because he was so close to you.

-What? -you rubbed your eyes approaching to Hiro.

-Let's try! Ow?

With that, the robot go out his container and said:

-I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion. Hello, Hiro.

He was so freaked out that he jumped and screamed. You both were celebrating til Hiro took you by your arms and kissed you. On the lips. Your lips just touched but that was enough. He pushed himself away, blushing hard and mumbling excuses while you were so surprised that you didn't do or said anything.

-(Y/N)? I'm sorry? We can forget about this if you want.

That's when you wake up and blinked looking him like he was an alien.

-You're crazy? -you were blushing while you speak- There's no way I'm forgetting my first kiss. Furthermore when I like it.

-You did? -he smiled his eyes full of hope and excitement again.

-I like you.

-You do?

-Stop asking, you stupid brain of circuits...

You have more things to say to Hiro but he interrupted you with another kiss and then smiled you with that sly smile that you really loved.

-I knew you loved me.

-No, you didn't, you little bastard.

-You're spending so much time with Gogo -he laughed while you throw your tongue to him just for him to catch your mouth with a deepened kiss- I love you.

You blushed abruptly because of the kiss and his words.

-I... I said I like you -you mumbled.

-I know but I love you since last year -he simply said with his sweet smile- That's why I was so mean with you. I was jealous of Tadashi.

-You're a weirdo, you know?

-But you love me, just you don't realize it.

You were feeling that thing again, the blush doesn't go away from your face and you suspected Hiro was delighted with that fact.

-I'm going to kill you.

-Death is a thing I can't take care of-said Baymax pointing with his hand.

-It's just an expression, buddy-answered Hiro, smiling.

-Don't be so sure about that.

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Field of Poppies Part 1

Summary: After being apart for six years, childhood friends Tommy and Amelia reunite under odd circumstances. Tommy is an outspoken young man and Amelia is pregnant and out on the streets. The bond of family can be unbreakable but it is tested often. Especially when Europe descends into war. 

Thank you to @justanothershelby​ for helping me out with this. And with pretty much everything. 

         When someone got the chance to leave Small Heath, they never returned. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity, a chance that others didn’t get. However, sometimes life was unfair and fate sent a person right back where they started.

                                                 1909 Small Heath

            Tommy Shelby was well known in Small Heath. The nineteen-year-old had a penchant for getting into mischief with his brothers. Still, his neighbors knew him as a kid who smiled often and had a good sense of humor. In fact, not everyone thought Tommy was a bad person. Everyone in the area had varying opinions on the entire Shelby family. The police thought they were a family of troublemakers. Some were skeptical of their background as Travelers. Many women revered Polly Gray for being near-mythical and often went to her to have their tea leaves read, even if it was behind their husband’s backs. And nearly every girl up and down the streets fancied at least one of the Shelby boys. They would giggle to each other when one passed by. If Tommy tipped his hat at them, they nearly fainted. Besides, what was better than a pair of blue eyes and a reputation?

            Nineteen and a bit too big for his britches, although they were hand-me-downs, Tommy walked through Small Heath with a confident step. As he continued down the block, one of his neighbors called out.

            “Up to no good, Thomas?” Mrs. Banks was on the front step of her home watching her two children playing on the street.

            “Just getting some shopping for Polly.” Tommy grinned, always amused by her disapproving shake of the head.

            “Hi, Tommy!” The Banks’ oldest child, Robert, greeted despite the glare from his mother. He kicked his football forward sending it careening toward Tommy.

            He knocked it back toward the other children with his heel as he headed on his way.

            “’Morning, Tommy.” The pretty blonde from down the street caught his attention only a few yards down the sidewalk.

            “Violet, you well?” He put on a charming smile and stopped to chat. Polly wouldn’t mind if he was a bit late. Well, she would but Tommy didn’t care if he got scolded.  

            “Better now that you’re here.” She looked at him coyly. “I haven’t seen you though. Thought you were avoiding me.”

            “How could I avoid you?” He tilted his head to the side. “Doesn’t sound like me, does it?”

            “Alright.” She playfully twisted a lock of her hair around her finger. “You could take me out tonight, then.”

            “I think that could be arranged. I-” Tommy happened to glance over Violet’s shoulder and caught a glimpse of someone familiar. Someone he hadn’t seen in years but could never forget even if he tried. “I uh-we’ll talk soon, yeah?” He slipped past Violet even though she protested. Walking toward the figure, he could hardly believe his eyes. For more than one reason, it felt like he was seeing things. “Amelia.” He called out before he reached her.

            The woman looked up; her eyes widened in surprise when she saw who was calling her. “Tommy.” The name left her lips in a soft gasp. “Wh-” It was quite a silly question to ask him, they were on Watery Lane. The only person who didn’t belong was her.

            So, Tommy asked the question for her. “What are you doing here?” The last time he’d seen his childhood best friend, she was at the train station. They were only thirteen at the time and Amelia’s family was moving to London. Her father had gotten hired somewhere with a salary that was unheard of in Birmingham. Naturally, that meant they could afford to live somewhere nicer, somewhere where his daughter wouldn’t have to play on the dirty streets with kids like Tommy Shelby.

            Amelia’s mouth opened but she couldn’t find the words. She had only been in Birmingham less than an hour after stepping off the train from London. It had been less than a day since she’d been banished from her parents’ flat. Her wounds were still fresh and she still hadn’t managed to piece the words together. So instead, she moved her suitcase to the side. “I-I’m pregnant.”

            Tommy stared at her for a long moment. The fateful meetup had suddenly taken a strange turn. He didn’t understand the explanation. Pregnancy didn’t equal moving back to Small Heath.

            “I’m sorry that was so sudden of me to say and-” She put a hand to her forehead in disbelief. “I just don’t know what to do, my brain’s all…I’m sorry.”

            “There’s nothing to apologize for.” It certainly wasn’t how Tommy imagined reuniting with her. Sometimes he thought about her and wondered if she was well. Thought that maybe their paths would cross again and they’d talk about all the fun times they spent together. Instead, Amelia was stood there in front of him, suitcase at her feet, pregnant, and devastated.

            Talking about it appeared to be too much for the young woman. She wrinkled her nose and bit her lip to keep from crying. “I’ve nowhere to go now and I hardly have any money.”

            “What about your parents?” Tommy reached into his pocket to retrieve a handkerchief for her.

            “They don’t want anything to do with me after-well.” She took the small square of cloth and dabbed her watery eyes.

            “You always have a place with us.” He insisted. “Polly’d never let you live out on the streets. Come stay with us.”

            “There’s no reason for you to offer me something like that.” It had been years since they’d seen one another, she never expected anything from the Shelby family.

            “I’ve more than enough reasons,” Tommy replied and picked up her suitcase. “C’mon. We have a lot of things to catch up on.” He offered his elbow to her.

            Still teary-eyed and clutching his handkerchief, she linked arms with him. She swallowed and began walking back to Six Watery Lane with him. “Like how tall you’ve gotten?”

            He smiled. “Told you’d I get taller one day.”

            “Well, I always knew you were destined for great things.”

            With a chuckle, he sidestepped a puddle of murky rainwater. “Guess we’ll see, aye?”

~~~~~~~

            When they arrived, Polly was a mixture of disappointment and happiness. She was dismayed by Amelia’s fate and irate that her parents would ever do such a thing. And yet, she was happy to see the young woman again. The little girl who was a staple in the household for so many years was all grown up.

            “Pregnant and kicked out.” She shook her head as she prepared tea. “Pregnancy isn’t a curse, it’s a fucking blessing.”

            Amelia looked small in the chair, even if she had grown a bit since she was thirteen. Before, she used to be a loud, outgoing girl who made her presence known in the household. With no siblings of her own, she gravitated toward the Shelby children who gladly adopted her. Six Watery Lane had become a second home to her. But things had changed so much.

            During her time away, she’d grown meek and withdrawn. Especially after news of the pregnancy, which she tried desperately to keep from her family. A whole month she went without telling anyone but the father of the child. It had taken such a toll on her that she was nothing like her former self.

            “Pol, it’s alright.” Tommy could see how uneasy Amelia was, sat across from him at the table.    

            Polly didn’t pick up on the hint though. “It’s not alright.” She reaffirmed. “It’s a disgrace. She’s nineteen, Thomas, just a child!”

            “Pol!” He urged again.

            His aunt turned around and saw Amelia’s head hanging low. She sighed and went to sit beside her. “You keep your head up now.” She touched her shoulder. “You’ve got a responsibility but you’ve also got support here. You’ll take Tommy’s room upstairs. We’ll fix it up nice for the baby. There’s enough room for a cot in the corner. It’ll be alright.”

            “Oh, Polly, I couldn’t just step in an-and make a fuss. I’ll find work and I’ll be alright.” Amelia tried to assure her.

            Polly raised an eyebrow. “Raising kids is tough work, young lady. Isn’t a walk in the park. Who’s gonna be watching the child when you’re off at work?”

            “I…I don’t know.”

            “It takes a village, my dear. Luckily, you’ve got enough hands around here to help.” Polly stood up, leaving the conversation as is. There was nothing else to argue. What was done was done.

            Amelia opened her mouth but decided the opportunity was too good to pass up. Without the Shelbys, she really was lost and would probably be out on the streets doing lord knows what for work. And while it wasn’t in her nature to rely on others to take care of her, it would have to do for the time being.

            Tommy smiled, apparently pleased that they were helping out. Maybe even that his old friend was back too. Not in the circumstances he’d been expecting but back all the same. “I’ll bring your things upstairs.” He said and jumped up from the table.

           “You’ve still got errands to run, young man, you’re not off the hook for that!” Polly called after him.

           “Got it, Pol!” He sounded in a considerably better mood now once Amelia showed up.

           Polly just sighed and smiled. “You’ll be okay.” She promised Amelia. “You’ll stay as long as you need to. We’ll help get you a good job, you won’t have to worry about being without.”

           “I don’t know how to thank you.” While she was filled with relief that she would have a roof over her head for at least the night, she was worried about the future. It had been six years since she’d been in Birmingham and while she wanted to trust the Shelbys, people changed. It would be reckless to be carefree. She was pregnant and that was something she had to take seriously. But she tried to just focus on the current moment. “Where’s Mrs. Shelby?” She wondered.

           A look of grief passed over Polly’s face. “Oh, dear, I suppose there is a lot to tell you about.” She admitted. “She passed away, ‘bout six months ago. Gave birth to another son but couldn’t recover from the labor.”

           It only solidified the fact that things had drastically changed in the time Amelia was away. “I’m sorry to hear that.” She said quietly.

           There was a soft wail from upstairs and Polly stood up. “That’ll be him now, our little Finn. I’ll be right back.

           Tommy came back downstairs, causing the creaky floorboards to make a fuss. He stopped in the kitchen. “Finn’s up.”

           “Yes, yes, I hear him. Now get a move on unless you lot want to starve tonight.” She shooed off her nephew.

~~~~~~~~~

           By dinnertime, Amelia was a little more comfortable being back in Small Heath. She tentatively unpacked her things in Tommy’s room even though she offered to sleep elsewhere. On the couch or on the floor, but Polly wouldn’t hear it.

           Amelia helped with Finn where she could. However, the infant was a stark reminder that she would be looking after her own child very soon.

           Ada came home from school and was delighted to see Tommy’s old friend. She used to admire the older girl because she wore bows in her hair and could do a perfect cartwheel. Now Ada was twelve and apparently had so much to tell Amelia. She sat on the kitchen counter as Amelia helped Polly cook dinner.

           “And I’ve learned to canter on a horse. Uncle Charlie says I’m really good, better than John is. I ride a horse named Tippy. I can braid her mane really well. She kinda looks like the horse that’s in the book I’m reading.” As Ada rambled on happily, the front door opened and closed with a slam.

           The eldest Shelby came marching in with Tommy behind him. Arthur, now in his early twenties, looked pissed as he dragged along a disheveled John. The teenager was sporting a bloodied lip and a bruise was starting to form below his left eye.

           Polly looked displeased but not the least bit shocked. “What happened?”

           “Found him scrapping down by the docks,” Arthur replied.

           “I didn’t fucking start it!” John protested.

           “You get into a fight then use that sort of language around your sister?” Polly pointed a knife at him. “Go get cleaned up for dinner before I send you off with nothing.”

           John wrinkled his nose but listened and trudged upstairs, earning a smack in the head from Tommy as he passed by.

           When Arthur stepped further into the kitchen, he looked surprised. “Is that our Mellie?” He chuckled.

           Amelia smiled a little sheepishly. She hadn’t been called that in quite some time. “Hello, Arthur.”

           “Found her earlier today.” Tommy sat down at the table. “She’s gonna stay with us for a bit.”

           “Really? Thought you’d become a posh London girl.” Arthur teased. “Too good for us Brummies.”

           “Of course not.” She felt a little strange, not knowing whether she should be open about the pregnancy or not. It was only a matter of time before people started asking the tougher questions. Who was the father…where is he…what happened…it was all embarrassing to her. She met Tommy’s eyes and he gave her a comforting smile.

           “Well, s’nice to have a familiar face.” Arthur apparently didn’t need much of an explanation.

           “Maybe she’ll bring some class to this household.” Polly scolded. “You know your brother fights because he wants to be like you two. He’ll do anything to be like you and it’ll get him killed!”

           “Relax, Pol, he’s just being a kid.” Tommy struck up a match to light a cigarette.

           “Yeah, one of these days we’ll teach him how to fight proper.” Arthur grinned and playfully socked his brother in the arm.

           “Enough.” Polly snapped. “Dinner’ll be done soon. Go wash up.”

           The boys jostled each other as they left the kitchen, pretending to box like pros.

           Amelia smiled and gathered the dishes to start to set the table. “So seven settings, Polly? Mr. Shelby will be home soon?”

           “Oh, no, dear I wouldn’t expect him around.” Polly gave her the correct number of settings. “He isn’t around often.”

           It was another change that Amelia didn’t expect. Arthur Sr. was never a loving, caring father. In fact, she remembered being frightened by the man. He had a loud voice and would often send Amelia home so he could punish his children. But he wasn’t absent, at least not as far as she could remember.

           “Polly, can I help feed Finn?” Ada asked, hopping down from the counter.

           “Of course, love, go get your brothers and we’ll say grace.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

           After dinner, Amelia didn’t stay up long. She was emotionally exhausted and felt the best course of action was to retire to bed early. She wished the Shelbys goodnight and went up to Tommy’s room. The bed was made, no doubt Polly had made sure Tommy cleaned his room for Amelia’s sake.

           It smelled distinctly of the young man. The smell of cigarettes was mixed with some sort of fresh, clean scent. Maybe a soap or aftershave. But it was strangely comforting and made her feel a bit more secure, protected even.

           Even though thoughts were running through her head like a herd of wild horses, she managed to fall fast asleep relatively quickly.

           But she couldn’t stay asleep. Around midnight, she found herself awake again. She soon became restless and unable to ignore her thoughts. There was so much that she needed to plan for but she had such little resources. How could she provide for a child in Small Heath? How could she manage to raise a child at all? It was all so foreign and frightening.

           With her anxiety bubbling up in her throat, Amelia had to get up out of the small bed. It was as if she were trying to escape her thoughts, by leaving the room and wandering downstairs. She winced at every creak in the floorboard, hoping she wouldn’t wake the rest of the family.

           She passed the sitting room and saw Tommy curled up on the couch. It didn’t look very comfortable but he didn’t seem bothered.

           That is, until she walked by and landed on a particularly loose floorboard.

           The squeaking noise woke Tommy up and he blearily rubbed his eyes. For a moment, he couldn’t make out the shadowy figure in the doorway. In his sleep-addled state, he almost forgot that Amelia was there. But then she stepped a little closer and his eyes adjust. “Oh, Mel, it’s just you.”

           “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” She apologized.

           “S’alright.” He yawned and sat up. “Can’t sleep?”

           “Not really.” She admitted and lingered awkwardly by the door.

           “Do you want to talk?”

           She let the question hang in the air for a bit. There was so much they could talk about. Years of events and happenings that they needed to fill each other in on. But it all seemed so overwhelming that she couldn’t even find a place to start. So, instead, she sat down in a nearby armchair. “I’m sorry about your mum.”

           Tommy paused and swallowed. The death of his mother was still very fresh. Six months wasn’t enough to mourn the gentle woman who selflessly took care of them all. “Oh, yeah, thanks.” He mumbled.

           “She was a good person.” Amelia had very fond memories of the dark-haired woman.

           “Yeah.”

           She looked down; a bit ashamed that she couldn’t properly comfort her old friend. “I should let you sleep.” She stood up and headed back toward the stairs.

           “Amelia.” He stopped her. “I’m glad you’re back. I know that…the circumstances aren’t great, or whatever. But I’m really glad you’re here again.”

           She nodded. “Good night, Tom.”

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anonymous said:

How about 33 with peter!            

→  33.  An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it from this prompt list

Summary: Short breath, panic flooding through the veins, sweat trickling down the sides. Peter knew the symptoms of a panic attack just all too well after a fight with a certain villain from space. Didn’t mean he knew how to prevent them, though. Luckily, you were by his side to help.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Song I listened to while writing: No Air by Jordin Sparks feat. Chris Brown

Author’s Note: whooops this turned out angstier than it was supposed to, y’all can probably tell that this was inspired by Stydia’s first kiss. Also this was supposed to be uploaded on Saturday, but the past few days have been crazy, so today it is.

Warnings: post-endgame, mentions of a panic attack

Word Count: 1,1k

Peter was swaying on his feet as he landed on the fire escape in front of his bedroom window. It was a particular rough night patrolling, with several attempted muggings, a fire breaking out in a communal building and a cat that was stuck on a tree.

It was needless to say that Peter was exhausted. He pulled the mask off his face and pushed the window open before slipping inside, landing on the floor with a soft thud. 

“May,” He called out, pressing the spider emblem on his chest and letting the suit drop to the floor. 

“I am home!” 

No reply. 

Peter pulled on some sweats and grabbed a sweatshirt before he padded into the hallway. 

“May? You home?” 

Stepping into the living room, he stilled at the scene that was in front of him: clothes strewn around, the chairs looked like they were kicked over and there was a broken vase on the floor.

He frowned and eyed the floor, his breath hitching in his throat when he saw bloods of drop on the wooden floor. 

“May!” Peter called out again, his voice breaking. 

“No no no no no, not again. Not May!”

His breath started coming up short and he was clutching his chest, his eyes wide in panic. 

He just lost Mr. Stark, he couldn’t bear losing someone else. 

“MAY!”

He yelled out, crumbling to the floor, feeling helpless. His lungs were getting tighter and there was a ringing in his ear that couldn’t seem to stop. Peter felt like his head was going to explode any minute. When the door was thrown open, he winced and curled into a ball, covering his eyes as you stormed inside, panic written across your face. 

You had been in the living room of your apartment, doing some late night homework when you heard Peter yelling out in panic. Since Tony Stark’s passing, it was fairly common that Peter would fall victim to panic attacks, and you somehow always ended up being the one who could snap him out of it.

“Peter? What’s wrong?” You asked and he stared at you, gasping for air. 

“May- gone- can’t- breathe,” he gasped out and your eyes scanning over his face, moving him gently into a sitting position, hoping it would help him breathe. 

“Okay okay, I want to help you but you need to breathe for me, okay?”

Peter nodded and tried to relax his breathing, but the only thing he could think about was May and Mr. Stark’s face as he took his last breath before succumbing to his wounds.

“I can’t,” He choked out and tears started to fill his eyes.

You knew it was only going to get worse with any second that passed, so you just leaned forward and pressed your lips against his, hoping you were doing the right thing.

His eyes widened and his breath stopped for a second before you pulled away. Peter let out a soft breath and you smiled wryly at him. 

“You okay now?” 

He nodded and his fingers touched his lips gingerly. 

“You kissed me,” he said softly and you ducked your head. 

“We learned in AP biology that holding your breath could stop a panic attack. And, uh, when I kissed you, you held your breath,” you explained and his cheeks tinged a faint pink. 

“I did?”

You pressed your lips together in a smile, and nodded. 

Peter smiled softly, in awe of your intelligence and the cool head you had kept in a stressful situation, before he remembered the cause of his panic attack, getting back on his feet.

“I need to find Aunt May.”

“What happened anyway?” You asked, concerned for the warm and loving neighbor of yours, knowing she was one of the only people Peter had left. 

“I don’t know, I just got home from patrolling and I couldn’t find her anywhere and then I find this?” He gestured around the trashed living room, pacing nervously. 

“I think she might have been taken,” Peter concluded and you nodded, exhaling softly. 

“Okay do you want me to call the police or-“

“Why do you guys want to call the police?”

Your and Peter’s heads whipped towards the source of the voice and May was standing in the doorway of the apartment, which you had left open in the haste of getting to Peter.

“Aunt May!” Peter called out and rushed to her, throwing his arms around his aunt. 

“Are you okay Peter?” She asked, full of concern while she was rubbing his back in comfort. 

Apart from her frizzy hair and disheveled clothing, May looked like she was fine. 

“Peter thought you were kidnapped when he got home to this trashed apartment,” you told her and her face fell, squeezing Peter tighter.

“I should have cleaned up before I left. Sorry I made you worry, Peter,” May said gently and he pulled away, wiping his eyes with the sleeves of his sweater.

“‘s fine as long as you’re okay,” Peter mumbled and gave his aunt a shaky smile. It was obvious that he was still not a 100 percent calmed down, but he was on his way.

“Alright, I’m going to get us some food after this crazy mess, Pete, do you mind cleaning up while I go pick up some food?” May asked, clapping into her hands. 

Peter nodded and you smiled at May. “Get me a big portion of lasagna and I’ll help Peter clean up.”

“You got it!” May clacked with her teeth, shooting a finger gun at you and disappeared out of the door. 

The two of you started cleaning up the living room one by one, exchanging shy smiles during, but no one spoke a word. It was when you were stacking the books back, that Peter bumped your shoulder with yours gently. 

“So… You kissed me.”

“It helped you snap out of it, didn’t it?” you asked, with a glance to him. 

He nodded and gave you a soft smile. “It did. But, uh. I can think of at least five other ways of getting me to hold my breath, and kissing is definitely not in the top five. Unless…”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Unless what?”

“Unless you’ve already thought of kissing me.”

You scoffed, but the flush on your cheeks gave you away.

Peter chuckled and ducked his head, before he straightened his back. 

“Do you maybe want to go out with me sometime? Like a date?”

Your eyes widened at the question, but you nodded quickly. 

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot,” you told him and he smiled brightly at you, pecking you on the lips briefly. 

You giggled, before you grabbed him by the sweatshirt to pull him closer for another kiss.

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Request: “A Cinderella story, like a modern one but instead of the prince finding a glass slipper he would find her butt plug” 

Pairing: Jinyoung | Reader

Genre/Rating: Smut / Comedy / AU

Word Count: 4,293

When your sisters force you to go to a sex shop and get some toys you thought your life was at an all-time low. That was until you lose said sex toys. However, with the help of an unexpected Prince Charming, your eyes are open in a whole new way.

A/N: This was my first request! Thank you brittbrat2017!! I hope it lived up to expectations. This kinda ran away from me at times, but I’m glad I pushed through it.

The last thing you expected was when your sisters said you needed to let loose after your recent breakup, which would include a trip to the local sex shop. Never have you stepped in such a place before. And it wasn’t because you were a prude. Your ex and you had a very active sex life. When he wanted it, you gave it. However, there wasn’t any variety. Missionary, doggy, the occasional cowgirl. Maybe that was the reason why you and Minho broke up.

“Gahyeon, do we really have to be here? What if someone sees us walk in and then it gets back mom? She’d kill us.” You whined as your older sisters, Gahyeon and Jiyeon dragged you to the front of the store.

“How?. We’re wearing sunglasses and no one is going to ask for your name, geez.” Jiyeon claimed as she whipped open the door to Red Container, a large sex toy shop that looked like an actual shipping container with big windows. Your heart rate picked up and you knew you were about to be caught. The bells were going to go off and the police were going to arrest you all.

Once through the doors, it was nothing like you expected. Thinking this was going to be like some back alley excursion, it actually looked like a nice, bright, shop. All the items were packaged nicely and nothing crude was on display for the naked eye to see. You were sure they were hiding the giant dildos somewhere in here. The fear that they were going to slap you in the face placed itself in your mind.

Your sisters abandoned you toward the front counter to go explore the shop. Immediately, the idea of running out and leaving them seemed best, but a display next to you caught your eye. It was a wall filled with rings. Initially, you wondered why they were selling jewelry in a place like this. That is until you got closer and realized these rings weren’t for your fingers.

Visuals of men actually placing these around their penis, made you shudder. You weren’t sure from disgust or intrigue. Some were plastic, but the shocking ones were the metal ones with attachments. Where the hell were those going?

Gahyeon ran up to you with a satin blindfold and whip set, smiling from ear to ear. “Y/N, I think you would get a lot of use out of this! Look, it even has a tail!” She turned around and shook her ass at you, and it indeed had a black furry tail attachment.

“Maybe let me build up to using those kinds of props.” Sighing, you followed behind her deeper into the shop. All around you were various toys and clothing. The most you’ve ever done for Minho was dress up as a naughty nurse for Halloween one year as he played a sick patient.

“Y/N, we don’t have long because we have to get back to work. So please just pick something and then if you like it, we can always come back.” Jiyeon exasperated as she put another item in her little basket. From what you could see, she had filled it with bottles of lube, a small bullet shaped thing you could assume was a vibrator, a package that looked like a stopper of some sort and edible underwear.

“Can’t we just say we got something for me and leave?” You adjusted the glasses on your face, looking around no one else was staring at you all.

Jiyeon just rolled her eyes and shoved the basket into your hands. “I figured you’d be this way. Here, these are for you and since I’ve done all the heavy lifting, we can leave.”

What the…Stuttering, you watched as she grabbed your hand and took you to check out. Gahyeon was still giggling at the array of different rabbits, saying that she was going to come back for another but she settled on one and joined you both at the counter.

Still, in shock, you watched as Jiyeon just paid for all the items in the basket. You didn’t even notice that she had her own things she was buying, so instead of just one bag, the three of you were each leaving with one.

It was like a blur as you all headed back to your office. The three of you worked for the same company. Gahyeon, an executive assistant to the CEO, Jiyeon was associate director of HR, and you were a research analyst. Your relationship outside of work was very unbalanced with them. They were older and basically the bosses. But when it came to work, there was harmony.

You were in a daze until you actually got back to the building and the security desk was in your view. Sweat started to form at your temple, worried that they would ask what was in your bag. Luckily it wasn’t obvious that it was from an adult sex shop, but you just knew that everyone could tell you were carrying around a vibrator and butt plug.

As you waited for the elevator, Gahyeon and Jiyeon chatted happily behind you. You, on the other hand, were freaking out. People started to gather around you and you seriously thought you couldn’t breathe.

“Y/N? Hey Y/N, you okay?” There was a voice but it felt like you were hearing it under water. You slowly turned around and you saw your work crush looking at you as if you needed to be committed.

Park Jinyoung, in his black-rimmed glasses and crisp white button down and gray slacks, was the definition of nerd hot. He was a fellow analyst and he worked in the cubicle across from yours. So every day you got a glimpse of him and swooned a bit from your chair. There were even days you made sure to walk slowly pass it to the lunch room, to just watch him biting at the end of his pen or his brow furrowed in thought. Watching Jinyoung was a guilty pleasure. Even when you were with Minho, you would lock away your feelings and chalk it up to just a work crush. However, ever since the break-up, it felt as if Jinyoung was everywhere you turned in the building. Just like standing at the elevator as you carry a bag of sex toys and edible panties.

“Oh, Jinyoung. Hi. Yesh…I mean yes. I’m fine.” You sounded like an idiot but his smile made you feel like maybe not.

“Ah, okay. I was wondering because you were zoned out pretty hard there. Good lunch?” he innocently asked and flashes of your sister shaking her furry tail at you came back and you groaned.

“It was okay. Just left me with some indigestion.” You lied and hoped he didn’t press you for further details. Your hand holding the bag shook but you couldn’t even concentrate on it because just then, the elevator doors opened and the crowd that had gathered behind you, Jinyoung and your sisters, forced you all in.

Now you were squished between Jinyoung, your sisters and the other ten people who thought it was a good idea to fit in one ride. You tried moving your arm that was in the crook of his armpit and ended up hitting him with your shoulder.

“Oh shit! Sorry!” The curse flew from your lips before you could register it. Everyone in the elevator now had eyes on you. Without even looking in a mirror, you could tell the redness of embarrassment had taken over your face. Jinyoung, the sweetheart he was, just smiled as if you didn’t have the mouth of a sailor.

The ride to the twentieth floor felt endless. Instead of getting off at your usual twenty-fifth with Jinyoung, you left with sisters and the rest of the hoard.

“See you later, Y/N,” Jinyoung called after you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look behind and give him a proper goodbye. You just clung to Gahyeon’s side and rushed off with her.

Once you reached Jiyeon’s office, you fell against the neighboring seat and shut your eyes, wishing for the day to finally be over.

“Y/N, why are you so dramatic? Nothing happened and no one knows where we went. Let me get your bag so I can put it away and you can go back to being normal.” Jiyeon said, holding her hand out for your bag. Eyes still shut, you lifted your hand that was holding your bag and realized it felt different. It felt empty.

All three of you stared at your now empty hand and before you could scream out, Gahyeon slapped her palm over it.

“Calm down. Calm. The. Hell. Down. You had it when we got back to the building. You just left it in the elevator. No biggie. We’ll just go back and see if it’s still in there. No need to have a major freak out.” She tried to reason with you, but you knew this was basically the end of the world.

Whoever found it would look inside and they would know you’re some sexual deviant and then there would be a mass email chain spread. They would make you register as a sexual offender. When you ran down all the scenarios in your head, the minute you thought of Jinyoung possibly being the one who found it, you fell off the chair and tried to get in the fetal position.

“It’s over. I’m done for. It was nice being your sister. You guys were dicks most of the time but it’s been fun.” You muttered.

They exchanged a pair of eyerolls before hauling you to your feet and leading you out the office. This is not how you saw your day going. When the elevator arrived, it was empty and your stomach dropped twenty flights.

“Well I wasn’t expecting anyone to take the bag, geez,” Jiyeon said. “Okay, new plan. Let’s go to your desk and pretend this never happened.”

You nodded in agreement but you were numb. Was today actually happening? Or was this a nightmare that you were having? You all rode the elevator up and walked to your space. What you really wanted was to go home and never leave. You could order everything you needed online, so what was the purpose of ever interacting with humans again?

Gahyeon gasped suddenly beside you but you barely registered as you sat at your desk. Her hitting your arm was something you couldn’t ignore though.

“What? What?!” you snapped at her. She was standing at the entrance to your space and you followed where her eyes were bugged out staring at. That was when all the blood rushed out of your body. There, on Park Jinyoung’s desk, was the shopping bag. The shopping bag that contained all the naughty things that were purchased for you.

It was as if he could sense you all staring at him because he turned around and his eyes met with your mortified ones. A few emotions went across his face. Shock. Surprise, Mischief? The last one couldn’t be right. Maybe you were confused and it was disgust.

He slowly walked over to your cubicle and you would have assumed all time had stopped. You and your sisters blankly stared at him, bag in hand.

“Hi Ladies. Are any of you missing something?” he lifted the bag in his hands and waved it back in forth like a magician hypnotizing his subject. All of you nodded and he chuckled.

“I was actually surprised when I found this left in the elevator. I knew it couldn’t be Mr. Seo’s unless he’s into a lot of new things.” Yep, this is what death felt like. Jinyoung tilted his head toward the break room and started walking. You all assumed and followed behind.

Once in the room, he closed the door and leaned against it.

“I’m pretty sure I saw all three of you with bags before getting on the elevator. But I don’t remember if you all left with them. Then I found this gift bag. I never knew you three were into these kinds of things.” He smirked and opened the bag, rifling through the items. When he pulled out the bottle of lube, your eyes twitched.

“Yes, it’s ours. Jinyoung, thanks for finding it for us, but can we please have it back? We have actual work to return to.” Jiyeon’s no-nonsense attitude was in place as she held out her hand for the bag. Right when it looked as if he was going to hand it back, he placed the lube in her hands and continued to go through the items.

“Some of these were pretty standard. Edible undies, vibrator, even the lube. But this last one made me really question who this belonged to.” He pulled out the butt plug and you wanted to throw up.

He walked up to Gahyeon and waved it in front of her face as if it was some piece of sausage.

“A butt plug? Really? Ladies, you are really adventurous, aren’t you? But I have my suspicions on who these belong to. But let me see if I’m right.” He started his own inspection on which one of you was the true owner of the items.

His eyes traveled over Gahyeon’s face first. They landed on her clenched fist and you got nervous. She wasn’t above knocking some sense into a person, men included. Shaking his head, he continued down the line and came to Jiyeon. Her bored expression was telling. She really wanted to just get this over with and return to work. And then it was your turn.

You tried avoiding Jinyoung’s gaze, but it was hard when he was looking at you so intently. When having a crush, you notice things that the casual eye wouldn’t. That is why you knew that this look that Jinyoung was giving you was something you’d never seen before. You had cataloged his kind stare, his hungry for lunch stare, his frustrated with a report stare, and even his kill me now this meeting is useless stare. But this was new.

“You two can go.” His eyes never leaving your face and you almost let out a small whine. Why were they free? Did he realize that the items belonged to you? What was he going to do?

Gahyeon was about to protest but whatever look Jinyoung gave them had Jiyeon leading the two of them out of the room. Jinyoung followed but only to make sure the door was closed and locked behind them.

“Jinyoung…,” you started but was cut off when he placed a finger on his lips to silence you.

“Want to know how I knew this, belonged to you” he waved the butt plug as if it was some flag of surrender.

Without even realizing it, your head was slowly nodding. But you started to take steps back as he closed the space between you. Your back hitting the counter made you feel like you were trapped between Jinyoung’s stare and survival.

“I have never seen you not meet my eyes before. No matter what, when I look at you, your eyes will eventually connect with mine. Today, not so much. I am not a fan.” To prove his point, his free hand came and took hold of your chin and he leveled with your stare. Something about this felt different. You don’t remember ever sharing an intense moment like this with Jinyoung.

Barely opening your mouth to respond, you were cut off by the sudden appearance of his lips against yours. The kiss came in fast and hard but you were too shocked, it took a few moments for your brain to catch up and respond. It could have been five seconds of five years but is lips were making their presence known. Just as you started to actually enjoy it, they were pulled away. You were both breathing fast and heavy.

“It’s felt like centuries since the thought of kissing you has entered my fantasies.” Letting go of your chin, he went in for another round and this time your hands clutched at his button-down, pulling him closer. You wanted to get lost in this second kiss. Fully aware that you’re making out with your work crush, in the staff lunchroom, while he holds your butt plug for intended purposes.

His hands started to ghost their way down from your neck, over the side of your breast and down to your hip. The moans that were leaving you felt on the verge of porn star worthy. Park Jinyoung was an amazing kisser. The way his lips commanded yours but allowed for your tongue to slowly stroke his was intoxicating. When his hand reached below to grab at your ass, you wanted to combust.

Separating briefly for air, you pushed him slightly away. You needed to collect your thoughts and not fall deeper into this other dimension, where making out with Jinyoung at work was just something that you two did.

“What are we doing?” You asked out loud, not sure if the question was for you or him. He tossed the sex toy on the counter behind you and went to take hold of your waist, lifting you onto the surface.

“There are three things. What we’re doing, what I want to do and what we should do. We’re making out in a semi-public space. What I want to do is spread you across this counter, make use of the toys you have here and fuck the shit out of you. We should stop here before it goes way too far.  The real question is which will win.” He explained as his hands traveled back and forth across your bare thighs. When raising you to the counter, your skirt started to slip higher and higher, leaving you exposed for him.

Just the thought of Jinyoung being this nasty and the possibility of anyone walking in and catching you, made your panties useless with how wet they were. Could you throw caution to the wind and have this hookup with the hottest guy at this company?

Your eyes traveled down from his and over his body. Taking in every ounce of him in this suit. His fingers went to open up a few of the top buttons of his shirt and you felt as if you’d not had a drink in years, that’s how thirsty just a peak of his skin was making you.

“What if someone catches us?” You asked as he continued opening up his shirt, his tie now spread as open as you wanted your legs to be. You hadn’t felt this kind of sudden lust, ever. Even with your ex, he never looked at you the way Jinyoung was looking at you. Like he could just devour you without apology.

“Isn’t that the fun part, princess?” His voice was deep and he leaned over to remove the vibrator from the bag on the floor. Your eyes were as wide as saucers. Was he going to use that on you, here?! And since when did he start using a pet name for you?

Your heart was pounding against your chest as he got closer. His hand went to your knee and spread them apart slowly. Your eyes were glued to his every move even when he just shook his head to get a stray strand from his eyes.

“I want to take my time with you but right now I don’t think it’s the time or place for that. So Y/N, will you go out with me?” His question shocked you. Not because he was asking you out, but because he was doing so with his hand beneath your skirt, fingers moving to settle outside your panties.  

“Are you going to stop doing what you’re doing with a yes or no?” you questioned. The last thing you wanted to do was end whatever was about to happen. This was so far from your comfort zone but having the sexiest man in the company look at you with heat in his eyes and fire with every touch to your skin had you throwing away all caution.

“Y/N, do you see how hard I am right now? The only way I’m not having you on this counter is if you tell me not to. Are you?” Your eyes immediately dropped down and Jinyoung wasn’t lying, the bulge in his pants was bigger than you had anticipated and your mouth watered. Shaking your head, you reached out with a shaking hand to unbuckle his pants and let them fall to his feet.

The smile that spread on his face was a satisfying one. It took only moments for his hands to dive beneath your skirt and pull you to the edge of the counter. His lips went in for another mind-altering kiss. So mind-altering, it wasn’t until you felt the cool air hit your wet folds, that you realized Jinyoung was touching you. You purred as if you were a kitten being stroked for the first time. Maybe it had been that long since you’ve actually been touched or had someone want you this much that they were willing to risk it all just to have you.

Two digits slipped into your heat and it felt as if they always belonged there. Your hips were moving on their own to get him to thrust them inside of you. The moment he bit down on your lip was the same when his thumb reached to rub against your sensitive clit. Breaking the kiss only to yell out his name.

“If you keep this up, someone definitely will come in and then we can’t continue the fun.” He placed a small, almost innocent kiss on your lips as his fingers slipped from you and pulled your panties to the side. You were too blissed out to realized he was already released from the confines of his boxers because when the tip of his hardness came in contact with your needy core, you almost jumped out of your skin.

His eyes connected with your as he eased himself inch by inch into you. This wasn’t what you were expecting. With his words being nasty and wanting, you thought he would have roughly entered you, but this was sensual. You both inhaled together and when he bottomed out inside you, the exhale was euphoric.

Your hands reached behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. You wanted him to just stay there but also the primal urge to be fucked on the counter was waging a war. His eyes were shut but his kiss was needy. You could tell he wanted to just let go and honestly, you wanted to see what Jinyoung looked like when he lost his cool exterior.

“Jinyoung… if you don’t make me cum right now, I’ll take care of myself,” you mumbled against his lips. Brazen wasn’t your norm, but being in this situation with this man, had you doing things you only dreamt about.

That must have been the encouragement that he needed because his grip on your hips tightened and he pulled out only to slam right back in, having you gasping for air. And it was like a switch. You clawed at Jinyoung and he pumped into your wetness over and over. Every other moment he was grunting about tightness and how good you felt wrapped around him. All you could do is hold on and try not to cum just from his dirty mouth.

Suddenly there were steps right outside the room and panic started to rise in your chest. That didn’t stop Jinyoung though. His hand clasped behind your neck and held your stare as he continued to drive you to your release. His thickness stretching you in sweet agony. You moaned when it seemed like the person was getting closer to the door. Something about almost being caught started to turn you on even more.

“Baby, please tell me you’re close, cause I can't hold off much longer.” Even before the words left his lips, you could tell Jinyoung was close. His thrusts were more erratic and you could feel his cock start to swell even more inside of you.

This was perfect because you were just holding off just enough so he could reach with you. Words couldn’t even come out, you just nodded and your grip on him grew tighter. Your walls clenched on his last stroke and you saw stars. You tried to keep your eyes open to watch his blissed-out face but you couldn’t manage. His groans grew deeper as he stilled inside and found his release alongside you.

It could have been minutes or years, but Jinyoung stayed connected with you as you both came down. Soft kisses from your cheek to your temple was left and your fingers stroked the nape of his neck.

“That was…. I don’t…. Can we do that again sometime?” Words were staggering out of Jinyoung’s lips but it was his shy smile that made you laugh. He still hadn’t pulled himself apart from you and you know that you should care about the mess you both made, but your crush was into you. And who would have thought it would have come out all because of a butt plug.

“As long as we can maybe start the night with dinner or something where we keep our clothes on?” You ask shyly. He placed a kiss on your lips. The hunger was still there but it was different, it was sweeter, it held promise for more.

“It’s a date.”

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hey y'all sorry for the late updated n stuff I had a competing for band and ya girl is hella tired. anyways thank y'all so much for all that you do and requests are open (I have no requests as of the moment). worked on this for like two weeks so hope it's alright

karasuno 1st years help you with a stalker

You wave goodbye to a friend as she goes into her home. You put on your headphones and put on your go to playlist and start heading home. Multiple times you feel a presence following you, but turning around you see nothing but a crow nesting on a street light.

"I am not about to be some dumb main character in a horror movie." You turn off your music but keep your headphones on. Speed walking home you notice that the person tailing you is also taking quick identical steps. Luckily your home was in view so you quickly run towards your home, keys in hand, and quickly unlock the door in record time. You close the door and peer outside the curtains of your home window. You see a male wandering outside of your home and almost makes eye contact with you but you close the curtain. You brush off the encounter and go on about your normal nightly routine.

"Good morning (l/n)-chan!" One of your classmates calls out to you. "Oh hey Yachi-san, how are you?" You snapped out of your daze, still thinking about the weird man from last night. "I-I'm doing well thank you (l/n)-chan." Yachi pauses for a moment. "Hey, you look kinda off. Are you okay?" You shook your head. "There's this tall man that followed me home last night from practice when you all were in Ukai-san's store. I saw him walking around my neighborhood before he left." You whisper to Yachi. Yachi's face went pale the longer you talked. "That's horrible. I'm so sorry." You wave your hand. "Ah I'm okay now don't worry. I'm sure it'll be a one time thing. Anyways, can I ask you about a calculus problem? I didn't do it last night because I didn't understand it."

Well, it was not a one time thing. It happened multiple nights. They never happened in a row but they happened after practice with the boy's volleyball team. You'd part from the group and the man would be following you. At this point you were running home and somehow the man would always be ever so close. It was an understatement to say that it scared you. It was terrifying seeing him in your nightmares. You were losing sleep and became more paranoid. Yachi noticed this and asked you multiple times throughout the week if you were alright. "Ah I'm okay! Just didn't sleep much last night. Nothing worry some!" You'd smile at her and continue with your school work.

You dashed home for the 3rd time this week after seeing the scary man following you home. You slide down the door while taking deep breaths. Gripping your school bag so tightly that your knuckles turned a pale white you felt tears running down your face. Picking up your phone, you bring up your contacts and call someone who’s been there for you time and time again.

"Hello? Sugawara-san? Can we talk?"

You wake up the next morning feeling a little less anxious than the night before. Sugawara believed that it’d be best to have someone walk with you home before something horrible happened to you. Sugawara would talk to some of the club members and get them to walk you home. You thanked Sugawara tremendously over the phone while clutching your uniform tightly. 

Going through classes the next day you enjoyed feeling like yourself again. You ate lunch with your fellow classmates, gossiping and giggling like normal school girls. Volleyball practice brought your spirits up and Sugawara could tell. “(l/n)-chan you’re feeling better. That’s good!" He comes up and gives you a hug. You put down the water bottles you were handing out and embrace his very calming and tranquil hug. "Yeah I feel better after talking to you last night. Thank you. Now get back to rehearsal you!" You jam a water bottle in Sugawara's general direction.

Volleyball practice was ending a little bit early since Ukai had a family emergency. “I’ve convinced most of the first years to walk you home.” Your face changes into one of worry. “Sugawara-san, I wouldn’t want to be a burden to them.” He quickly hushes you, “(l/n)-chan, it’s okay. They wanted to help, well besides Tsukishima but I’m making him go anyways. We want to make sure you stay safe because you’re important to us.” You smiled and thanked him profusely 

Sugawara sent Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kageyama, and Hinata to walk you home. On the way you and Hinata got into a somewhat heated argument about foods being classified into raviolis, sandwiches, or hotdogs.

"(l/n)-chan, a taco can be put into the sandwich category!" You shake your head. "Hinata-san, a taco is a hotdog. The two shells are not seperated like a sandwich." You argue back with the sunshine haired boy. "Tch. You both are wrong and this conversation is stupid." Tsukishima puts on his headphones and tunes the both of you out. You giggle when Hinata starts to chant "stingyshima", but you see a figure and your stomache drops to the bottom of your feet. Your hands start to shake and a certain dark green haired male noticed.

Words are coming out of his mouth but they're automatically tuned out when you see the figure come closer to your group. You start to hyperventilating and now the four boys get distracted from what they were last doing bringing their attention to you. Yamaguchi shakes you and attempts to bring you out of your panicked trance. "(l/n)-chan? (l/n)-chan? What's wrong?" He continues to shake you and you finally snap out of it. You have no strength for words, but you point to the hooded figure looming closer to your group.

Your hands start to shake more and more as he gets closer. Kageyama sees this and does the only thing his mind can think of. He holds your shaking hands while his face bursts into a light pink (having no experience with any sort of romantic interaction). Hinata home Kageyama in trying to calm you down by hugging you. Tsukishima sees the state your in and it pulled a string in his heart. He sighs as he pulls down his headphones. He heads towards the figure with a cold stare and scowl.

"Excuse me, but can I help you?" Tsukishima looms over the male figure. The male figure is slightly intimidated, but keeps his stance. "I just wanted to help my neighbor. " His nasally voice pierces through the night. Tsukishima blocks his path. " That's not needed, we're taking care of them. You can go home." Tsukishima stares at the male with an icy glare. "No, let me help my kind hearted neighbor." He tries and push through Tsukishima but fails.

You've calmed down slightly and can comprehend what's going on around you. Hinata and Kageyama are holding both of your hands while Yamaguchi is standing behind you very protective while calling 911. "Sir, we can take the them. You can go home. You're clearly making her uncomfortable and I'd appreciate it if you left her the hell alone." Tsukishima pushes the male figure back. "And if I don't? You can't keep soulmates apart forever!" He starts to scream. "Tch, then I won't hesitate using violence to make sure their safe." Tsukishima glares and spits hardly at the figure. A police officer shows up and takes the male figure away from your group.

"You can't keep me away forever! (l/n) I love you!" The male cries as the police officer escorts him into a car and drives away. Yamaguchi had given the officer information about how that man was following you for weeks from Sugawara. Tsukishima comes back to you and asks if you were okay. "Y-Yeah I'm okay. Thank you all so much. I-I'm sorry for being this way." You shake your head in shame, thinking that you'd handle this in a better way. "Don't apologize (l/n)-chan. It's not your fault." Hinata squeezes your hand. Yamaguchi gives you a kind smile and Tsukishima has a neutral face rather than his normal scowl. Kageyama hesitantly offers you a hug and you gladly accept, squeezing him tightly. A tear start to fall from your face but you wipe it quickly off your face.

"Thank you all so much. Let's go home." You give them all a smile and head to your home, a warm bubbly feeling replacing the panicked one in your heart.

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A list compiled from this thread. If you have any deep dark secrets you feel comfortable sharing, make a post and tag it #secrets and #sixpenceee. Remember to tag @sixpenceee in the text of the post!

by reddit user SecretsSecretsOhMy

I had a baby with sperm donated from a man who advertised on craigslist. If my very religious family found out it wasn't an "accident" I would be completely shunned and disowned.

I am a female who is ugly. NO, that's not the secret. But.. I AM ugly because I have a facial deformity that I was born with. I've never had a long term partner and only had sex a few times in my life. My biological clock was ticking LOUDLY and I desperately wanted a child - there wasn't going to be time enough to meet someone and my odds were none existent as a middle-aged, ugly female. I own my home, have a career - but I didn't want to lose all my savings to pay to have it done through a clinic and sperm donation, etc. It would have been at least $15K per try. My chances of adopting were also almost none existent as any women looking to adopt her baby out isn't going to pick the ugly, middle aged lady to adopt their baby, plus is crazy freaking expensive. I wanted the money I had in savings, etc.. to toward raising the child.

So I turned to Craigslist and got it for free.

My child is a preschooler now and I've never been happier or more fulfilled! I pinch myself every day because my child is in my life and I feel so fucking lucky. Every day is a dream come true and I savor each and every moment. I try to be the best mom I can be in every way. Parenting really makes you take a long, hard look at yourself and how you show up in the world. I parent from my heart.

I regularly send pictures and updates to the generous and selfless man who trusted me on a hand shake.

I posted about this a few years ago and there's more detail:

https://www.reddit.com/r/confession/comments/1xdypp/i_lied_to_everyone_my_accidental_craigslist_baby/

by reddit user audioslacker

I forged my high school transcripts to get into university. I can't even think about the consequences to my actions if anyone were to ever find out. I'm 3 weeks shy of graduating with a degree in biology.

by reddit user throwaway4evernever4

When I was about five years old, My sister (2 years old) and I were in the backyard in a kiddie pool, when my mom went inside, I attempted to drown my sister. After I saw her lifeless, I realized that it was a big mistake, pulled her out of the pool and called for my mom. Luckily she knew CPR and she was life flighted to the hospital.

My mom thanked me for saving her, pulling her out of the pool. Next week was my birthday, the police, firefighters, paramedics came to my house to give me gifts and celebrate my birthday.

To this day 20 years later, I still think about it. I remember the day so vividly, not a soul knows the real truth.

by reddit user untracablereddit

I was sexually assaulted by my parents neighbors. A father and son. The Son was in his teens I was 8. They used to put me in this walk-in closet and have "Show Time". I never realized what was happening until several years after we had moved from my grandmother's house in Phoenix to Houston. Fast forward 20 years goes by and I have a daughter of my own. Shes 4 and we decided to visit Grandma in good ol' valley of the sun. We get there and a few days pass and one day my daughter's out side with her older cousins playing. I step out side to check on her and I'm greated with that same fucking neighbors son holding my daughter giving her raspberries while his dad is playing with the others cousins.

Something clicked.... More like a twitch in my mind something tipped me just a nudge..... But it started something. I walked out side grabbed my daughter and corralled the kids and made my presence known. That tipping point sent me into a emotional spiral of brewding thoughts. Im white colar, I make my money off of thinking. I'd never say this to real life human nor will I ever give the details of how I did it. But several months after our visit with Grandma, my wife thought I had another work training when in fact I came back to Phoenix.

I burned their home to the ground. Everything was lost except for the master bedroom and walk-in closet. PS a well place anonymous tip does amazing things to fuck up someone's life. They both survived unfortunately.

I swear to God I've hoped Ive done enough good in my life to earn at least one wish. That would be to meet those low life maggot creepers in hell and be their eternal tormentor.

I look at my daughter everyday and know she gave me the strength I needed as an adult I didn't have as a child.

by reddit user [deleted]

A friend of mine I used to hang out with alot, Chase, told me a bad secret during our sophomore year of highschool. We were good friends and smoked alot together, but we came from a bad neighborhood.

Anyways one day at school, I watch his back when he sells a gram of weed to this guy Terrance (bully senior, real asshole, kinda chunky but played football the year before and was built), as we're walking away Chase just keeps going on and on about how much of a prick that guy was. After school we both put our money together from our sells to buy another ounce. As we're smoking he tells me he needs to tell me something. He says that Terrance guy tried raping his sister at a park, but stopped after she started screaming (who at the time was in 8th grade). Chase tells me how Terrance wanted to buy some weed after school but didn't have enough for a gram (this was after his sister told him what happened). So he said he'd give it to him for free if he stole a few cans of Four Lokos. (Which was really easy back in the day). After, Chase said he acted like he was really happy about it and smoked him out for free and then gave him a blunt to take home.

He told me that when he rolled it earlier he laced it with heroin for Terrance and has been lacing all the weed he sold him with heroin he gets from his uncle (who knew what he was doing) and basically turned Terrance to a junkie. Told me he's been doing it everyday for weeks and been charging him double since Terrance doesn't know anyone else to buy off of. That he's even been to his house and got to take some of his shoes, TV, Xbox, iPod, basically everything a teen would want in exchange for more and also to pay off debts. (We weren't some buff ass kids or anything but our families were heavily gang affiliated and most people knew that). He then tells me he didn't sell him any weed earlier that day but gave him a bit of H. I asked him "for free?" He said, "nah, I had the idiot steal me some Jerseys from Footlocker and I sold them for like $200 at the Flea Market" and started laughing.

I did my fair share of fucked up shit throughout highschool but I felt really weird about that. I didn't say anything because I was a gang member at the time so I didn't feel like I had a right to judge, I never told anyone. We grew apart after that. I moved away from my hometown a year later but I hear that Terrance has been in and out of rehab/jail and struggling alot. Pretty much homeless when he's out.

Chase's sister is going to Prom in a week.

[mytrashs-blog]

Alter Ego. Ch.2 “Organorum”

Peter Parker x Reader, slow burn fic, Enhanced reader.

Word Count: 1,986

Warnings: PTSD, nightmares, police being assholes…

Summary: “When you can do the things that I can, but you don’t, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you.”

A/N: I’m sorry, it doesn’t get happier for a few chapters, but it’s gonna be worth it, I promise! Send an ask if you want to be added to the taglist :) xx

Chap. 1 “Cruciatu”, Chap. 3 “Ipsum Invenies”

The sun is in its highest point when you hear the sirens, but you didn’t move, you stayed laying there in the ground until the paramedic got close, you see his mouth moving, but you can’t make out any words, two more people come and they get you in a stretcher, suddenly you’re in an ambulance, but you stay still, you haven’t even bothered in moving your eyes, you’re staring at nothing, blank thoughts, going through everything you’ve lived and how it lead you to where you are right now.

You get to the hospital, they get you in clean clothes and set you in a bed, it’s the first time you feel a soft surface under your back, you fall asleep almost immediately, you hadn’t realized just how tired you are. The sleep is restless, you see images of everything you saw flashing behind your eyelids, you see the uber driver’s eyes, you feel his kicking in your body, you remember the metal bands in your wrists and ankles, the green syringe, the pain burning in your veins. You feel the water coming through your nose. All at once.

Someone grabs you by the shoulders, they hold you firmly while another set of hands find their way to your forearm, you fight against those hands. Then you finally open your eyes to see a doctor holding you along with two nurses trying to set an IV on you. You breathe in and calm down a little. It’s their job, they’re only trying to help, so you let them.

The sedative works fast, before you know it you’re fast asleep once again, but you don’t have nightmares. Now you’re remembering the smell of pancakes in a sunday morning back home, your mother caressing your hair in movie nights, your little brother cuddling with you in your bed while you tell him a bed time story, you remember the feeling of pressing the shutter of your camera, being happy with a photograph, you remember the laughing with your friends while you drink a beer or maybe two, you dream with all the good you have had and you rest.

“She slept all day yesterday and still hasn’t woken up, I’m worried because we haven’t been able to identify her yet.” The murmur of voices wakes you from your peaceful sleep, you open your eyes a little. A doctor and a policeman are standing in front of your bed, you open your eyes completely. You get worried now.

“Oh, you’re awake! Nice. Do you mind if we ask you some questions now?” the doctor asks you with caution, you only nod your head and adjust your position so you’re sitting on the bed. “Do you know what’s your name?”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)” You answer with a weak voice.

“It’s nice to meet you. Do you know where you are?”

“A hospital?”

“Yes. Do you know how you got here?”

You answer negatively with your head. “I remember…” Your voice dissapears as all the memories come flashing to your head once again. You go on to explaining what you had to live through, and you realize just how terribly it damaged you when you break down crying and are unable to tell the whole story.

The doctor asks a few more questions about the uber driver, all through the while the policeman stays quiet arms crossed over his chest and just nodding the head. But you stay crying, sobbing while trying to explain your rape experience. Losing it when you remember how he treated you as nothing more than a trash bag.

You don’t tell them about the injection. And they don’t ask you how you got to the lake.

“Look, little girl. I need you to tell me how the guy looked but if you can’t tell me that, then I can’t help you. And you need to present a formal accusation towards someone. If you cannot do that, then I’m just gonna have to assume you weren’t raped.” The policeman talks down to you, firm and condescending. Not even a shed of empathy in his voice. “Oh, and you need to call someone. I don’t think you can pay the medical bill on your own.” And with that, he left the room. The doctor looked as shocked as you were, but no one said anything.

Yo wanted to cry, but you couldn’t. A few days went by after your talk with the policeman and you still hadn’t called anyone, and the man never came back to ask any more questions. Were your parents even notified of your dissapearence? You know your roomate must know, because of the text, but does she know you’re okay? You drop the topic when you get a headache and decide to take a nap.

Eventually even the doctor and the nurses stop coming around you, they don’t even bother in changing your IV until you complain about it and just then you decide it’s time to call someone. But not your family, you don’t know why, but you don’t want to deal with them right now, so you call someone you know can handle the bill and won’t make any kind of questions. Your ex boyfriend.

“I need you to come pick me up. I’m in the hospital… And I also kinda need you to pay for it. I’ll pay you back when I can.”

“Of course, you don’t have to pay me anything. I’m on my way. Wanna tell me what happened?”

“I really don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Okay, that’s fine.”

“Thank you.”

Sebastian comes about an hour later, but they wouldn’t let you go until the next morning, considering it was late at night. You didn’t speak to anyone before leaving, not even the doctor. Not really, he just signed you off and let you go. When you get to your apartment you really don’t feel like you want to be there, not for now, but luckily Sebastian offers you to stay at his place, so you do.

You didn’t even let him sleep in the same space as you. You wanted the couch, but he insisted you’d stay in the bed and he took the couch, but still you couldn’t really sleep. You tossed and turned all night. It’s past 5am when you get up, you dress in the outfit Sebastian bought for you to leave the hospital and you get out of the room, he’s still asleep, lightly snoring from the couch. You go to the door and open it as silently as you possibly can and you’re met with the hallway. His apartment complex is way different than your own. His is more luxurious and to start with, it even has an elevator which made your runaway easier.

Once you’re outside, you walk. You’re not sure where you’re going, but you walk in a straight line, following the sidewalk until you find a bus stop, you then sit and stare at the cars passing by, and you think. You think about what you’ve left behind, you don’t think it’s possible to be who you were before the accident, but you ought to do something, you can’t hide for the rest of your life. Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel something. You look at the street and you notice the car that’s coming is not slowing down even though there’s a lady crossing the street.

You don’t know how, but next thing you know is that you’re holding the lady and you’re both safe in the sidewalk, you let her go, she’s looking at you confused, almost scared and she gives you a weak smile before she leaves you standing there alone. You look around frantically and start running back to Sebastian’s place.

“SEBASTIAN, SOMETHING IS VERY WRONG WITH ME!!” You hadn’t noticed, but you were crying.

“What? No, nothing is wrong with you, you’re fine. I’m here. I’m here.” He holds you and you cry in his arms, you try to make words, but it’s useless, you don’t even know how to explain everyhting that’s going on, you don’t know how you did what you did, but it’s true that you’ve been feeling different since you woke up in the hospital. The world looks different and maybe it’s not just scarring from the experiences you lived through, maybe something did happen and it made your senses shoot up a hundred times and it made the world look like it would through a wide range lense in a camera. But what?

“I wanna go home.” You tell Sebastian, he looks at you and nods, gets some clothes on, gets his keys ahd you get going. He also walks you to the door of your apartment and waits until your roomate’s opened the door to leave. When your roomie finally sees you she throws herself over you and starts crying.

“I thought you were dead! Why didn’t the police call? Your parents are worried sick!”

“You told my parents?!” you get a little annoyed at that.

“Of course I did, were you expecting me to not say anything?! You were gone for TWO WEEKS! And your phone was sending straight to voice mail and there were no signs of you still being alive on social media, so your parents called, what was I gonna say? That you were in the toilet and couldn’t come to the phone for two weeks?!” You walk in the apartment and you think.

You cannot find a good excuse to not call your parents, but what are you gonna tell them? What are they gonna think of you? At this point you’ve realized no authority in the government is making an effort to look for you or the person that did this to you. Everything would be way easier if you had died. Why didn’t you die in the lake? How were you able to undo the knots on the lake but couldn’t act when the driver abused you? Why were you not given any real treatment in the hospital? It was always sedatives and things to keep you hydrated. Why don’t you have any bruise or wound from the incidents you had? How were you able to do that thing to save the lady this morning, when she was fairly away from you, in front of a moving vehicle, while you were having an emotional crisis? Why does the world look different? Why can you hear your neighbors moving around in their apartment? Why did you feel the danger aproaching the lady?

But then efverything falls in place, as if you were playing Tetris all this time.

The green injection.

…

Peter keeps going back to the place where he found the body everyday after his night patrol, hoping to see a clue. He has the news of all over the world notifications on, he even gave explicit orders to KAREN of tracking any information that pops up on the topic, even Ned is doing some research about it, but no one has anything yet. Maybe Mr. Stark is right and he should just stay away, what can an 18 year old do about this? He can’t even find a lead clue.

A notification from his phone is sent directly to the AI of his suit while he shoots a spiderweb to a building to move around the city. “KAREN show me that, please.”

“With pleasure, Peter.” and a second later he’s seeing a news article that says: Dead body of a student is found. It shows signs of torture. “According to the article the biopsy showed some strange substances that burned all the blood from the body. Peter, this is one of the cases you’ve been looking for. Should I call Mr. Stark?”

“NO!” He rushed to reply. “I mean, no… let me check it out and see the circumstances and then I’ll give him a call, cool KAREN?”

“You’re the boss Pete.”

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