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chelseachilly · 1 year ago

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THIS LOVE - chapter three | heaven can’t help me now

pairing: ben chilwell x reader

rating: T

word count: 3.6k

summary: ben invites you to italy for a couple days when chelsea has a friendly against juventus. naturally, you drop everything to go with him. oh, and there may only be one bed in your hotel room...

A/N: hope you guys enjoy this one...things are getting serious ;) please let me know your thoughts, comments make my day!! chapter title from wildest dreams

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How you end up flying to Italy on a Thursday when you should be working a double shift at the hospital and then falling asleep on your couch watching Netflix is honestly beyond you.

The week starts fairly normally. You catch up on some errands, work a shift or two, and hang out with Valerie to bring her up to speed on your slightly hectic life since you started accompanying Ben to every event.

It’s definitely started to be more than you bargained for, as Ben has more social engagements for brands in addition to his busy game schedule, but you take it as a sign that what you’re doing is working. He’s already landed a new, highly lucrative deal with a cologne company that were apparently looking for a footballer who fits the “committed, serious” type rather than the usual playboy - a market Ben now seems to have cornered thanks to your little charade.

While you’re out for lunch with Val on Wednesday, you get a call from Ben asking you to come with him to Italy for a couple days. You know Chelsea are playing Juventus in a friendly on Friday, but you weren’t planning on going. You have to work, for one thing, and you don’t usually go to his away games unless it’s an important one - certainly not a friendly.

Ben explains that a few of the other guys are bringing their significant others since it’s an excuse to go to a romantic city for a couple days, and that Shreya thinks it would be good exposure for you to take a trip together.

While he reiterates a bunch of times that you absolutely don’t have to come and it’s just an idea, you’re already mentally clearing your schedule and assuring him you’ll be there.

“Can you cover my shift tomorrow?” you ask Val as soon as you’ve hung up. “Ben asked me to go with him to the Juventus game.”

“Of course, I couldn’t deny you a romantic trip to Italy with your boyfriend,” Val teases, stealing one of your chips.

“Not romantic, and not my boyfriend,” you remind her. “I’m just helping out a friend.”

“You’ve been helping him a lot lately,” Val observes. “I know he’s your best friend, but remember to set boundaries if you need to, you know?”

The truth is, despite the crazy schedule and the lying and the sudden intrusions into your private life, you haven’t considered pulling out once.

“Right, yeah, I will,” you agree offhandedly, taking a big sip of your glass of wine. “Seriously, though, it’s not such a huge sacrifice on my part. There are worse things than going to Italy on a private jet.”

“That’s true,” Val chuckles. “Think any of Ben’s teammates want a fake girlfriend? Or a real one, for that matter? That Reece James is so fit-“

“And taken,” you cut her off with a laugh. “But I’ll keep an eye out for you.”

The next evening, Ben picks you up with a driver to go to the airport. You’re wearing a comfy Chelsea jumper he gave you a couple years ago with white joggers and blue Nikes that match your top.

“Look at you, super fan,” Ben says with a smile as he grabs your bags from you and loads them into the boot of the car.

“Yeah, well, I figure if I’m travelling with the team I should dress appropriately,” you grin. “You ready for tomorrow?”

Ben nods without saying anything as you both get into the backseat.

Aside from the obvious reasons you decided to come with him, there’s another lingering in the back of your mind. You want to be there to support Ben - not as a fake girlfriend, but as his best friend.

It’s by no means the most important game of his career, but it is the first time he’s playing against Juventus since he tore his ACL two years ago, and you know it has to be weighing on him a bit.

Seeing him get hurt like that was one of the worst moments of your life, so you can only imagine how awful it was for him.

He’s obviously long healed now and is probably the most fit he’s ever been, but you know him well enough to know that he’s thinking about it as you sit in comfortable silence on your way to the airport.

He finally breaks the silence when he gets a text and turns to you with a slightly apologetic look on his face.

“That was our club travel manager, apparently all the rooms at the hotel we’re staying at are booked,” he says. “She said she can get mine upgraded to two beds, though, are you okay to share? It just might look suspicious if you stay at a different hotel.”

“Yeah, sure,” you shrug. “Are you guys allowed to share a room with your significant others the night before a match, though?”

“Not usually, but I guess since it’s just a friendly they’re making an exception,” Ben explains. “We don’t play til tomorrow night, either, so that helps. I think most of the lads care more about taking their girls on a nice trip than whether we win, honestly.”

“Well, I’m not flying all the way to Italy to watch you lose,” you tease, poking his ribs. “So lights out by midnight, Benji.”

“Buzzkill,” Ben mutters with a smile, no longer seeming nearly as tense as he was a few minutes ago.

You board the Chelsea plane and say hello to everyone as you get on before settling in your seats, enjoying the luxury of the private jet.

It’s only a two-hour flight, which gives you just enough time to eat dinner, chat a bit with Reece and Mia, and watch a couple episodes of The Office with Ben on his iPad.

You land in Turin around 9 and get checked into the hotel shortly after 10, at which point you and Ben are both exhausted. You worked the morning shift today before Val took over for the second half, and you know Ben was in training at Cobham earlier to prepare for tomorrow’s game.

When you get your key card and make your way to your room, you’re more than ready to collapse on the bed and get a good night’s rest before tomorrow.

Which is exactly what you’re about to do when you realize the issue - there’s only one bed.

“Shit, I asked her for a double room,” Ben murmurs. “There must have been a mix-up. Let me go see what I can do.”

“Ben, it’s fine,” you sigh, dropping your bag on the floor. “You said the hotel is fully booked, so there’s nothing to be done anyways. I can sleep on the couch.”

There’s a small sofa on the other end of the room, certainly big enough for one person, though it doesn’t look particularly comfortable.

“No, you take the bed,” he insists, already walking over to put his stuff on the couch.

“You have a game tomorrow, I’m not letting you get a crappy sleep on the couch,” you reply. “Look, this is dumb, let’s just share the bed. It’s huge.”

It is a massive bed, and it looks so incredibly comfy and inviting right now that it would be a shame for either of you to have to sleep on the sofa.

Plus, you two have shared a bed many times before. Mostly when you were kids, but still. There’s really nothing weird about it.

Ben just nods in agreement and you go to prepare for bed in the washroom, changing into a silky pair of PJ shorts but leaving on the Chelsea sweatshirt. After you’ve brushed your teeth and finished a fairly brief version of your usual skincare routine, you finally climb into the bed.

“Ugh, this mattress is like a cloud,” you sigh with pleasure as you shift to feel the silky sheets against your legs. “I love posh hotels.”

“I know you do,” Ben laughs at your zen expression and the way you’re stretching out like a cat.

After he’s followed suit and prepared for bed as well, Ben emerges from the bathroom and joins you on the other side of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly with his weight.

Although you know how tired he is, you can practically hear the gears in Ben’s mind whirring as he stares up at the ceiling. Even in the dim lighting of the lamp on his side of the bed, you can tell what he’s thinking about.

“You okay?” you ask quietly, turning on your side to face him.

Ben hesitates for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, just thinking.”

“About the last time you played Juventus?”

He turns to look at you, surprise flashing on his face for a moment before he lets out a sigh.

“Yeah,” he admits. “How did you know?”

“I know you pretty well, Benji” you remind him, settling further into the warmth of the duvet as you continue to face him. “You wanna talk about it?”

He sighs again, avoiding eye contact with you.

“It’s dumb. Obviously nothing like that is gonna happen again, and it’s been two years now,” he says. “I’m just thinking about that moment, you know?”

You try not to think about that moment as much as possible - the sight of him writhing on the grass, clutching his knee, as fear gripped you and didn’t let go while he was helped off the pitch.

“That’s natural, Ben, it was traumatic for you,” you say softly, reaching out to quickly squeeze his arm. “It will be fine, though. You’re going to be fine.”

Ben nods with a small smile, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes soften as they stare into yours, and he bites his lip as he seems to be pondering something.

“I have a confession to make.”

His words make your heart jump for a moment, though you’re not sure why. You nod in encouragement, waiting to hear what he has to say next.

“It wasn’t exactly Shreya’s idea for you to come with me,” Ben admits quietly. “I mean, she agreed it would be good for PR once I suggested it, but I was the one that wanted you to come.”

“Oh,” you breathe, your heart continuing to beat erratically for some unknown reason. “Why?”

“I just…thought it would be easier with you here,” he confesses. “You make everything easier.”

You clench your jaw as you try to fight back the tears threatening to form in your eyes at his earnest display of emotion. You know that you’re the only person he is this vulnerable with, the only one who gets to see this side of him.

“I’m sorry I lied to you, though, I just didn’t want to seem…weak, I guess,” Ben says with a small yawn.

“You know showing emotion doesn’t make you weak, Ben,” you remind him. “It makes you stronger, actually.”

This was something you drilled into him in the aftermath of his injury, every time he would try to downplay the toll it was taking on him. His other friends and family may have believed him, but you always saw right through it.

“I know,” Ben smiles. “You taught me that. And therapy and a lot of self-reflection, but mostly you.”

Before you can reply, Ben’s eyes fall shut and you can tell he’s asleep just moments later, the day catching up with him.

You typically read or watch YouTube on your phone before bed, but tonight, you find yourself watching him. His peaceful expression and the warmth he radiates even with a good amount of space between you in the bed are oddly comforting.

You drift off into a blissful sleep within minutes.

When you wake up the next morning, you’re feeling more content than you have in a long time.

There’s something soft pressed against your cheek, and your entire body feels warm. It almost feels like you’re still in the middle of a good dream that you’re reluctant to wake up from.

It’s only as you begin to gain more consciousness that you realize it’s not a dream - you’re in Italy. With Ben. Who you are completely cuddling with right now.

You’re laying half on top of him, your cheek pressed to his chest and your arm around his waist. Your legs are tangled with his and his arms are loosely wrapped around you, holding you in place.

You must have gravitated closer to each other through the night without realizing it.

It’s a bit strange, as you’re not much of a cuddler and very used to sleeping alone, but you try not to read into it. Or how comfortable and right it feels.

You don’t really want to move, but you want to avoid any potential awkwardness if Ben wakes up and you’re still in this position, so you make an attempt to roll away.

As soon as you try to slip out of his grasp, though, his arms tighten around you and he mumbles something in his sleep that sounds a lot like your name.

Now pressed even closer to him, your nose buried in his neck, you can’t help but lay still for a moment and breathe in his scent - the scent that reminds you of late night drives in his dad’s car and movie nights with him and Oscar and warm hugs after he won a game. It’s the smell of familiarity and comfort.

It’s…Ben.

Something begins to bubble up in your stomach and you quickly pull away from him, moving to your own side of the bed. He groans slightly as he’s woken up by the sharp movement, his eyes fluttering open.

“What time is it?” he mumbles to you, and you glance over at the alarm clock.

“It’s half seven, you can sleep another half hour before training,” you tell him quietly.

“Mm, okay,” Ben murmurs back before closing his eyes again and drifting off.

No longer feeling tired, you slip out of bed to shower and get ready for the day ahead of you.

You’re already dressed and out on the town in search of some good coffee - which shouldn’t be hard in Italy - to give you some energy.

The crisp morning air also helps you shake off the feeling of unease at how much you enjoyed waking up in Ben’s arms.

By the time you return from your walk, Ben has already gone to training. He’s left a few pastries from the hotel breakfast for you, which you devour before texting Mia to make your plans for the game later.

Kick-off is at seven, so you and a bunch of the other WAGs make plans to go for an early dinner. Until then, you spend most of your day watching reality TV in the hotel room and enjoying the relaxing break from reality.

Before dinner, you get dressed in a simple outfit of jeans and a long-sleeve white t-shirt to wear underneath Ben’s kit. You’re not sure if it’s just that you have some time to kill or some other reason, but you find yourself putting more effort into your hair and makeup than usual, making sure it looks perfect before you leave.

The meal is nice - you have a huge bowl of pasta and a couple glasses of wine as you chat with the other girls. You’ve gotten pretty used to talking about Ben as if he’s your boyfriend at this point, fielding questions about your relationship with ease.

“You’re getting good at this,” Mia whispers to you when the others aren’t paying attention, and you feel yourself blushing. “I’m almost starting to believe it myself.”

There’s a nagging feeling in your chest at her words that doesn’t go away until you’re at the stadium and the game begins, giving you something to focus on.

Your heart rate does pick up a bit as you watch Ben play, even though you know there’s no merit to his superstitions about playing against Juventus again.

Thankfully, the game ends with no injuries and Chelsea up 3-0. Ben also plays exceptionally well, overwhelming you with pride as he gives a stellar defensive performance and makes some key tackles, as well as contributing to the offense with an assist.

The boys decide to celebrate the win by going to a club near the hotel. Almost two hours and a few drinks later, you find yourself sitting next to Ben and Conor, talking excitedly about the game today and how well they’ve been playing lately.

“I’ve seen you play more than anyone, and I’m telling you that last game against Newcastle was one of your best performances ever,” you say emphatically.

You’re a bit tipsy and close enough to Ben that your legs are touching, even closer when he rests his arm on the cushion behind you.

“You’re taking the piss,” Ben rolls his eyes with a smile, because deep down, he knows you’re right. He has been at his best lately, and you both know it.

“Let your girl compliment you, mate,” Conor says with a grin. “She’s right.”

“Exactly,” you say, “I’m always right.”

You’re expecting Ben to argue and make a cheeky comment about how you’re not always right with an embarrassing story to back it up, but instead, he just turns his head to look you in the eyes and smiles softly.

“Yeah, you are.”

Your heart is already starting to flutter when Ben reaches to take a sip of his drink and, after setting the glass back down, lets his hand settle on your thigh.

His palm is warm and heavy as it rests there, Ben continuing to talk with Conor as you try to determine whether this display of casual affection is part of the act or something more. You’re not entirely sure what you want the answer to be.

Eventually, Ben retreats to the bar to get you both another drink, leaving you chatting with Conor’s girlfriend Aine.

You don’t know her very well, but you find it easy enough to make small talk. She’s a lovely girl who’s been with Conor for years, and it’s always nice to make a new friend.

Your night is going pretty well, really. The guys won, you’re buzzed, you’re in a beautiful city in a foreign country. You’re enjoying the music and the conversation and spending time with Ben. Soon, you’ll probably both be tired enough to go back to your room and watch a film together.

And maybe you’ll end up sleeping in his arms again. Platonically, of course.

You’re trying not to get too excited at the thought when you suddenly realize Ben has been at the bar for a long time, and you glance over to see why.

Which is when your eyes land upon him engaged in conversation with a beautiful woman. She’s tall, blonde, gorgeous, and nothing like you. She’s exactly the type of girl Ben usually goes for.

You don’t know why, but you hadn’t considered the fact that he might be continuing to hook up with girls since you began your fake relationship. There’s no reason why he wouldn’t, now that you think about it, and the whole point of this thing is to get the press off his back without having to actually settle down.

You’ve seen him flirt with countless girls before and never experienced more than mild amusement, but that is definitely not how you feel right now.

You feel…shit.

You’re jealous.

“You alright, Y/N?” Aine asks you gently, reaching out to touch your hand. “You’ve just gone a bit pale.”

“Um, yeah, thanks,” you say quickly, forcing a smile. “It’s just a bit hot in here, I think.”

It’s definitely not, and Aine obviously knows that, but you don’t know each other well enough for her to press you further, thankfully.

Ben walks over a few minutes later and asks to speak with you privately, and you follow him to a quieter part of the club.

“So, that girl over there asked me to go back to her place, and I think I’m gonna go.”

You try to regulate the way your face falls at this information, but you’re obviously unsuccessful, as Ben immediately furrows his eyebrows.

“Oh, don’t worry, she’s not gonna leak anything,” Ben says quickly. “She doesn’t have any idea who I am, I didn’t even tell her my last name. It’s just a one-night thing.”

Right. Because him jeopardizing the fake relationship he asked you to take part in for his sake would be the logical thing for you to be upset about.

“Okay,” is all you can manage to say.

“Alright,” Ben smiles, squeezing your shoulder. “You’ll be alright getting back by yourself? I can ask Reece to-“

“It’s across the street, Ben, I’ll be fine,” you blurt out, coming off a bit harsher than you meant. When he frowns, you just sigh and plaster on a fake smile. “Sorry, just tired. I’ll probably head to bed soon.”

“You must be glad you don’t have to share with me again,” Ben jokes, not knowing how far from the truth that is.

“Yeah.”

“Thanks again for coming, Y/N,” he says sincerely. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Ben leaves you with a peck to your forehead and an ache in your chest that doesn’t go away for the rest of the night.

Especially not when you close your eyes in a bed that suddenly feels too empty and too cold, and all you can picture is Ben’s arms wrapped around another girl.

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fallenwhumpee · 5 months ago

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Cat Nap

• Masterlist •

Warnings: Sleep deprivation, guilt(?).

Sleep was a luxury.

It was, for everyone, but more for Right Hand. Their phone was ringing through the day, and the endless phone calls weren't getting the attention they needed because of the rush of the day and everything else happening.

With hanging up the latest call, Right Hand made a rushed decision. They turned their phone off. They quietly slipped into their home, hoping not to wake anyone up at...

Oh. They didn't notice the time. It would be truly cruel to wake the team up at two.

"I left some food in the microwave," Leader called, quiet. Right Hand looked around. After a moment of confusion, they realised that the sound came from the kitchen.

Right Hand was tired. They deserved some sleep but they couldn't afford it.

If there was anyone who couldn't afford sleep more than Right Hand, it was Leader. But Right Hand thought it was more about a full sleeping pill bottle they found in trash earlier, rather than the workload.

With a sigh, Right Hand got rid of their shoes and jacket, peeking into the room. A frown formed as they grasped the scene. "You're not watching that." Right Hand stormed over and closed the laptop on the table, cutting the journeyman talking about Whumper's latest scheme.

"I've got five minutes to enjoy before my phone rings again, let me be," Leader protested.

"You can't be enjoying that!" Right Hand growled, shrinking right after as they remembered the time. "Just stop tormenting yourself. It's not your fault that we had to let them go. Besides, we are working to catch them again."

Leader sighed but didn't argue. Right Hand could see their words hadn't changed anything, but they couldn't let this go on anymore. "Get up." They muttered, pulling Leader up from the chair.

"If that's to get me sleep, I'm waiting for a call," Leader groaned, getting themselves back to their feet with a defeated sigh. "I need to reserve some energy for it."

"Sleeping is the only way to do it, idiot," Right Hand mumbled under their breath. "But since you don't want it, we're just going to treat ourselves with whatever the mainstream put for the night."

"Fine," Leader gave in, but freed themselves from Right Hand's grasp. Right Hand made a move to catch Leader back, but stopped themselves. Leader pulled a big bowl, filling it with chips. They took their laptop and phone, pushing the bowl to Right Hand. Right Hand gave a small smile and let Leader take the lead to the couch.

Right Hand didn't remember what happened after. They probably watched an action movie, and Right Hand fell asleep at some point of it. When they opened their eyes, it was already morning. They lifted their head from the pillow - strangely, their pillow - and turned in the couch.

That explained. Leader must've brough their pillow and blanket. Kicking the blanket a little, they sat up, stretching their slightly sore limbs.

"Good morning," Leader muttered from the side. Right Hand held back a flinch, realising that their pillow was basically proped up against Leader's side.

"Morning." Right Hand replied. They reached their hair to comb it back, but their fingers got tangled in a braid.

"Hey, I worked hard for that." Leader bumped their head lightly with a cup, which woke Right Hand more both with the impact and the smell of coffee.

"How can you drink that pitch?" Right Hand muttered. They looked around, gathering themselves. There was another coffee at the table, waiting for them. They could smell the milk and sugar in it, too.

Right Hand looked at Leader, who was now on their computer with coffee in their one hand. Right Hand could see the dark bags under Leader's eyes, hear the occasional click of their tongue just like they always do when they were bored of work.

"Tastes differ," Leader shrugged, still focused on the screen. "The others will wake up soon, so you betted clean around."

"I'm not the culprit."

Right Hand sulked, looking at Leader with puppy eyes. And it worked. Leader let out a weary sigh, setting the computer aside and quaffing the still hot coffee. "No, you're not. But you're the reason for my suffering," Leader said and stood with a dramatic slump. There was nothing but tease in their voice. And maybe exhaustion, which was strange since Leader usually did their best to keep their voice steady.

Leader took the blanket and pillow, tossing the stuff into Right Hand's room from the door. Knowing Leader, Right Hand was sure those landed exactly on the bed. Leader then came and took the empty bowl and cup, before settling back on the computer, eyes drifting to distance for a moment before focusing on the screen with a yawn.

Right Hand frowned. "When was the last time you slept?"

"Two days? Maybe. I don't know. I'll sleep when this is over."

Before Right Hand could answer, Leader's phone rang. Leader stood and got to the kitchen, picking up the call.

Suddenly, Right Hand realised their phone was silent.

Too silent.

Stumbling back to their feet, they quickly checked their phone, only for it to give a flashy start screen.

They were a dead meat. Boss was gonna kill them. How could they forget if off for whole six hours?

They tapped the screen, a little frantic, knowing it wouldn't make a difference.

"I dealt with your calls," Leader shouted from the kitchen.

Right Hand froze. Perfect. They had just added to Leader's burden. They walked back to kitchen with a slouched posture, beginning to cook a breakfast while Leader's voice kept chattering in the background.

This was the least Right Hand could do. But in the end, it didn't work. Leader rushed out before Right Hand could set the table. Their only consolation was the team liked the meal. After that, they all went out to carry out some errands.

Right Hand was lucky. They only had grocery and shopping for detergents, if not counting the calls. They managed to get it done in five hours. It wasn't their fastest, but it was still acceptable considering they had six hours of content out of their knowledge, and they needed to keep it going.

When they came back home with full hands, the bags fell from their hand at the sight.

Leader was sleeping, while their phone was vibrating on the table Leader placed their legs.

Right Hand panicked. Was Leader sick? Passed out? Knocked out?

They rushed over, seeing Leader covered up in their blanket.

Something moved on Leader's chest.

Right Hand reached for the blanket, picking its edge. They slowly lifted it and...

They saw a cat.

A kitten.

Cuddled on Leader's chest.

It was the kitten Right Hand always fed, living at the small cat house outside.

Leader was catnapping. Quite literally.

With a huff, Right Hand picked up Leader's phone. They waited until the call stopped and recorded a voicemail telling the caller to reach Right Hand instead since Leader was busy. Right Hand then turned off the phone. They brought Leader's pillow from Leader's room, leaning it to the armrest. They picked up the kitty slowly and set it down for a moment. Right Hand then turned Leader, slow and careful, laying them fully to the couch and on the pillow. They tensed as Leader moved, only to let out a silent sigh when Leader got comfortable on the couch. Adjusting the blanket, Right Hand put the cat back onto Leader.

"Better sleeping aid than pills," Right Hand muttered, their words aimed at Leader. "Just don't be mad when you wake up."

Right Hand turned back, intended to place the grocery before seeing two bowls on the table. Leader must have fed the cat and gave it water.

Right Hand went to the kitchen to clean those, opening the cupboard to pick up the dish soap. Packs of cat food crumbled and fell over them.

Well, Right Hand wasn't opposed to having the cat as a permanent guest. They were just not cleaning the sand.

#whump #whump writing #leader whumpee #leader whump #sleep deprivation #guilt #maybe #fluff #if i had a nickel for every time i wrote fluff id have two nickels #which isnt a lot #but it is weird that it happened twice #or maybe i just miss my cat #...someone should stop me from posting stuff at 2 am

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germhammy · 1 year ago

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“Date Night pt 4”

Wednesday: can we cut our practice a bit short today? I want to get some writing done before my date

Bianca: no problem. We went over a lot today. I can go over some drills with the team and get their feedback on our opponents as well. How goes the novel?

Wednesday: quite well actually. I haven’t said anything. My family knows of course. But my first three are going to be published in the spring as one. One of the stories is in development as part of a teen horror series for Netflix.

Bianca: are you fucking kidding me, Wednesday? How are you not jumping and screaming with excitement?

Wednesday gave Bianca a side eye. Bianca laughed.

Wednesday: I did display rare emotion when I read the letter in front of my mother by shedding tears. I have always said I wanted to beat Mary Shelley’s publishing of her novel. She was 14 when she first published a poem. But I do not write poetry. She started writing Frankenstein when she was 18, published at 20. I will be 17 when my novel is published

Bianca: I can handle practice alone. Go write. And hope the date goes well

Sometime later in her dorm room. Wednesday is on a laptop editing when Enid enters

Enid: Wednesday? Are you actually using a computer?

Wednesday: editing. I still prefer writing on my typewriter

Enid: editing?

Wednesday: yes. I’ll tell you later. Ready for our date?

Enid: yes! Let me get changed. Your fine, Wednesday. I’ll only be a few. Oh this flower is for you

Enid handed Wednesday a pink rose.

Enid: I wanted to get a black dahlia. But can you believe the Florist Jericho had no idea what kind of flower it was?

Wednesday: not surprising. But thank you. A pink flower from you is very touching

A few moments later Enid was ready in a new outfit Wednesday had never seen before. It was a pastel pink and not as vivid as Enid usually wore.

Enid: are you ready?

Wednesday: I am.

Enid led the way. They walked to the outskirts of campus to a small hillside. She has been carrying a small basket. She took out a black blanket and set up a picnic with sandwiches a drinks. Wednesday enjoyed the simple set up Enid had prepared. They sat and ate quietly

Enid: oh I almost forgot. I got some fresh potato chips! - she took out one of the bags for them to share

Wednesday noticed they were her favorite from Pilgrim World.

Enid: I got snacks. We can look at the stars. I don’t know too much about the stars except that they are pretty- she chuckled

Wednesday: I will point out some constellations

Enid: - handing Wednesday the black box- here open this

Wednesday opened the box.

Wednesday: dark chocolates. Thank you. These are from Pilgrim World correct? I am not allowed to set foot in Ye Old Fudge Shoppe alone.

Enid: why? I know Eugene isn’t. Why you?

Wednesday: I told the tourists in German basically that pilgrim fudge is a lie. They did not create fudge. The cacao beans procured by the oppressed indigenous people of the Amazon and in-fact was not created until 258 years after they claim they created it effectively white washing American history

Enid: oh gees - chuckling - but Lucas gave you a pass like he gave me, right?

Wednesday: I actually work there, technically. So I have an employee badge

They stayed until it got dark. Ate some of the snacks Enid bought. Wednesday was happy Enid bought her the salted licorice. Before it got too cold they headed back to their dorm

#wednesday addams #enid sinclair #enid x wednesday #wenclair #wednsday addams #enid and wednesday #wednesday x enid #wenclair au #bianca barclay

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rippeanuts1950-2000 · 3 months ago

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i hate u, i love u

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Chapter 2)

“YOU DID WHAT!?”

Laney winces at how loud Konnie is shouting. “I made a bet with Corey.” She repeats. It’s just her and Konnie at the lunch table as Kim is in the science labs checking her experiment with Carrie, and Larry just doesn’t have this lunch period. “Okay, but why?” Konnie stresses as she picks up her grilled cheese sandwich from her lunch tray. “If you guys win the battle of the bands, he leaves me alone.” Laney explains with a shrug as she digs around in her backpack for her lunch box. She finally finds it and pulls out a bag of chips. “But if we lose?” Laney deflates a little. “I have to rejoin Grojband for a month and if I enjoy being a part of the band again, I have to consider staying permanently.” She tacks on.

Konnie shakes her head. “Well this gives us more of a reason to win. But seriously, why did you think this was a good idea? You’re literally the brain cell of The Newmans, that’s why you’re our manager.” She points out. Laney opens her mouth to answer her but finds that she doesn’t know what to say. Like she knows the main reasons why she said yes, but in all honesty she paid attention to the pros instead of the cons. Why did that happen? Laney usually goes for the cons first instead of the pros.

“I-I don’t know. I guess I wasn’t thinking about what would happen if The Newmans lost. You guys wouldn’t leave me if I had to go back to Grojband, right?” The bag of chips Laney has been holding pops open and chip crumbs fall onto Konnie’s lunch tray. Fortunately the other girl doesn’t seem to care however and just organizes them into a little pile on her tray while she answers Laney’s question. “Of course not, Penny Lane. You’ve become an important part of our group since you’ve started hanging out with us. Even before you became our manager, you were important to the team.” Konnie assures her, using the nickname that the band gave to Laney when she first started hanging out with them to further prove her point.

Laney takes a deep breath, silently reminding herself to breathe evenly so that she doesn’t work herself into a panic attack. Though even if she did work herself into a panic attack, she’d be okay because she’s hanging with Konnie right now and Konnie knows how to calm her down the best. “Thanks Konnie.” Laney says, feeling a bit more assured. Konnie nods. “Girl, you know I always got your back.” As sweet as the sentiment is, it makes Laney laugh afterwards because Konnie is sprinkling chip crumbs from her plate into her mouth. Though Laney would probably do the same. “Hey, do you have work today?” Konnie asks once she’s swallowed some water.

“Yep, it’s gonna be a long shift too so I’ll be doing homework there.” Laney says with a sigh. “Well, me and the others are gonna stop by and visit you. We could do homework together if the shop’s not too busy.” Konnie suggests, making Laney smile even more. “Yeah, that sounds good. You guys ARE always a great buffer for Corey.” She says, popping some chips in her mouth. “Oh and let me know if they need to hire more people because I will try to get hired to keep you company.” Konnie adds, finishing off the grilled cheese. “You don’t have to do that but I’ll keep you posted.” Laney says with a laugh.

Out of all the Newmans, Laney was the closest to Konnie. After the big blow up between her and Grojband, which had happened at school with an audience of no less than thirty, Laney had run off to cry in a janitor's closet. Konnie was there when the blow up had happened so she chased after Laney and comforted her. The rest is pretty much history, with Laney being added into the Newman’s crew as their manager that week at lunch. Being as close as she is to Konnie also meant that she knew a lot more about Konnie than most people. Like her secret boyfriend.

“How are you and Kon doing by the way? He hasn't sent me cryptic emails on his burner account asking for date ideas in a while.” Laney asks, causing Konnie to blush. “Oh we’re good. Coming up on that one year, so he’s been trying to prove that he can plan the perfect date without your help.” She says, her eyes practically morphing into hearts. Kon was the only member of Grojband that Laney had a good relationship with to this day, so she very much approved of the relationship between Konnie and Kon. “Well as long as he's treating you well, I have no complaints.” Laney says with a grin and a shrug. She pulled out the last of the food in her lunch box.

“Want my cheese stick?”

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You know what sucks?

Writing lyrics and using your own inspiration instead of your sister’s. But Corey knows it must be done if he wants to get his thoughts out. This of course, means that he has to write yet another song about Laney that he’ll never perform. But getting the words out isn’t as easy as it sounds, no, no, no. If anything, he’s having more trouble than usual, what with the bet that’s gonna put Laney back in his life for a month, the fact that the Newmans are currently in his dad’s shop and have been here for the past two hours, oh and that shiny necklace in the display shelf Corey is writing on isn’t helping much either.

He should have known the Ewmans were coming when Lanes asked his dad if her friends could come to the shop and do homework with her. His dad said, yes, of course because Laney is his favorite employee and apparently she gets her work done or something. Which sucks because when Corey asks his dad if Kin and Kon can come hang out with him in the shop, he’s told “No, Corey, finish pricing the rare books section and organizing it by price.” To which Corey would like to say that it’s not his fault that they never get anything cool at the pawn shop, like instruments or boxes of mannequin heads.

Wait, what was he supposed to be doing again? Oh right! Writing lyrics. Here’s what he had so far,

Am I the boy you dreamed of? Oh(might need to tone down the oh, don’t want people to think we’re too much of a boy band, if we ever played this)

Living in your subconscious, oh oh

Do you believe in love? Oh

And is it because of me?(i hope she still believes in love)

Yeah, if it's up to me

Am I the boy you dreamed of? Oh

Living in your subconscious, oh oh

Do you believe in love? Oh

And is it because of me?(once maybe, prob not anymore)

So not much, but soon it will hopefully become something. But he doubts that it will happen today, because once again, the Ewmans are in his general area of space, talking to his Lanes. Right now they were talking about some Disney Channel franchise that he knew Laney probably didn’t care less about and was only humoring the Ewmans in their conversation. That’s Lanes for ya, always so considerate and willing to listen to people talking about things she doe- “By the way, Laney, did you finish writing that song?” Carrie’s stupid voice really needs to stop interrupting his thoughts.

Hold on, Laney writes music now? Since when? “No, I still need to do the sad ex part. Angry ex is done though.” And she’s writing songs about heartbreak? Who broke her heart, Corey would like to know. “Care to share it?” Kim asks, her voice is less stupid than Carrie’s but it’s still stupid.

“Uh, sure.” Laney glances his way to make sure he’s not paying attention so Corey pretends to be doing something that doesn’t involve looking and paying attention to her. This seems to work as he can hear the rustling of paper and Laney says, “Larry could you read the highlighted part? It’s my favorite part. Also I’m thinking kind of like a slow piano part with this song if that makes sense. ” Corey hears the Ewmans agree and Larry begins to read the paper;

“Do you miss me like I miss you?

Fucked around and got attached to you

Friends can break your heart too

And I'm always tired but never of you

If I pulled a you on you, you wouldn't like that shit

I put this reel out, but you wouldn't bite that shit

I type a text but then I never mind that shit

I got these feelings but you never mind that shit

Oh, oh

Keep it on the low

You're still in love with me but your friends don't know.

And if I was you I would never let me go.”

Corey’s heart is pounding wildly. Did…Did Laney write this song about him? The Ewmans’ feedback falls flatly on his ears as he starts to scramble to figure this out. She did write that friends could break your heart, which did happen at least to him when they stopped being friends. And Lanes did used to always be tired but she also always listened to him and the others with as much attention as she could give them. She was right about how he would have felt if she did what he did to her. He would have hated it. He would have hated her.

All the signs were saying that the song was about him with the only part being wrong that Kin and Kon didn’t know about his feelings. They did, and were most definitely tired of him ranting about how he missed his chance and that he wished he could take it all back.

“We should sing that for battle of the bands!” Konnie says, pulling the brakes on Corey’s speeding thoughts. “If I can get it done in time, it’s hard trying to do the sad ex.” Lanes says and out of the corner of Corey’s eye he can see her putting paper into a blue folder. “Either way, that’s probably one of your best works, Penny Lane.” Larry says and Corey wants to yell at them to stop calling Laney Penny Lane because that is a stupid nickname even if he DOES like the Beatles sometimes.

But he doesn’t because last time he did that, Carrie threw a book at his head and told him that he doesn’t get to pick Laney’s nicknames. The book ended up breaking a shelf and Carrie had to work at the shop for a month to make up for it, so Corey would rather not have a repeat of that incident.

A ball of paper hits his face. “Riffin! What’s your band’s setlist?” Carrie asks and Corey has to fight the urge to vomit at the sight of Carrie’s face. “Uh for what?” Corey says when he realizes he doesn’t know what she’s talking about. “For the battle of the bands.” Carrie says with an eye roll. Corey scowls. “We’re not fully decided yet but we have agreed on 2 BEST FRIENDS, Old Me, and Monster.” He says. Sharing setlists is a thing he and Carrie do so that each band can do the opposite of what the other is doing. “Angry and rueful songs, huh? Guess we’re gonna have to do the opposite. Happy and content.” Carrie mumbles and Corey glances at the rest of the Ewmans and Lanes who are deep in thought.

“Yeah that’s great, can I have my personal space back?” Corey snaps and Carrie rolls her eyes some more. He hopes that one day they get stuck in the back of her head. “Jeez, what crawled up your ass and died? I’m just making sure we don’t sound the same and no one is gonna confuse our bands again, literally nothing about that is out of the ordinary.” She says, raising an eyebrow. “Three reasons. One, I don’t like you. Two, I’ve had to listen to your stupid voice for the past two hours. Three, It’s almost six and you and your band are still here, distracting my coworker from doing her job.” He snaps, crumpling the paper in his hands.

Carrie scoffs. “One, I don’t like you either but at least I can be civil with you. Two, your voice is annoying to me but do I say anything? No, I don’t. And three, you’ve literally just sat there for the past two hours doing nothing while Laney has been doing homework, going over stock in the display case, and keeping a steady conversation with us. I don’t think you get an opinion on what she does. And anyway, we’re leaving soon.” Corey opens his mouth to argue but for once, Carrie is right. He hates it when she calls him out but when she’s right, ugh that is the worst!

Carrie smiles. “That’s what I thought.” She turns around and Corey just watches numbly as she and the rest of the Ewmans say their goodbyes to Lanes. He hated the Ewmans before everything that went down with Laney, but now that they took Laney from them he hates them even more.

Faintly he can hear the door close so he looks over at Laney and starts to take her in. She’s not paying attention to him, so he can stare for as long he wants. Earlier today when they made the bet he noticed that she hadn’t straightened her hair that morning so her normally straight hair was curly. Corey had always thought Laney looks pretty but when her hair is in its natural state, it just does something to him. It’s like he’s seeing her for the first time all over again. Her eyes are darting over the stock notebook and he truly finds it incredible how expressive they can be. No matter how stoic her face is, her eyes always give her away. Her freckles cover her face perfectly and Corey just wants to kiss each one of them, one by-

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Lanes’ voice interrupts his thoughts. Corey jerks back a bit, embarrassing himself further after being caught staring. “Just taking in your natural beauty.” He responds, which is true but he knows Laney just thinks he’s messing with her when he says stuff like that. “You look like a stalker.” She answers, checking something off the stock notebook. Laney’s not even looking at him, she just knows he’s staring. “You’re a piece of art, Penn. I need at least an hour to take you in.” Corey says, grinning mischievously.

Laney looks up from the notebook, her expression a bored one. “Did you get that pick up line off the internet again?” She asks and Corey blushes. He really hopes it doesn’t show. “Ouch, you wound me. That was a Riffin original.” He says and Laney throws a pencil at his head. “No wonder it was bad then.” She reaches the stock notebook out towards him. “I’m going to stock check in the back, finish this for me will you?” Corey takes the notebook from her and their fingers brush. Just like when they did the pinkie promise, her skin feels warm and electrifying. She disappears into the back room as Corey lingers on how her touch makes him feel.

He loves it.

Almost as much as he loves her.

And the second chapter is done! Sorry if the ending seems a little awkward I didn’t know how to finish it. As always, send me asks about this, I would to info dump for this!

#grojband #corey riffin #laney penn #corney #grojband au #corey x laney #kin kujira #kon kujira #konnie kagami #kim kagami #carrie beff #larry nepp #kon x konnie

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nicoshughes · 4 months ago

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Confused - N.H x J.H

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Jack was sure he always liked women, well maybe always sure. A part of him knew there was more to love than just what a teenage boy thought.

Freshly being drafted to the NJD wasnt easy, but he always had a helping and supportive friend. Sometimes he thinks that friend is more to him than he thought in the first place.

What happens when the one thing you want is so far away but so close?

Nico has been letting Jack stay with him until he figures out a better place than where he was staying at, it also gave the time for Nico to help Jack, since Jack was a rookie getting used to everything.

Nico and Jack have been hanging out more than they thought they ever would, movie nights, late night walks, even dinners together. Jack didn’t realize how much it meant to him that Nico was always there. Sometimes Jack wonders what it would be like if Nico wasn’t always, just there.

Jack already struggling with his rookie year, is now struggling to figure out his love life. He only knows one person to go to. As the phone rings for Trevor, Jack tries not to cry out of stress and frustration of his brain is working. Jack was never a big crier, not until stress got to him. Trevor answers the phone and before Jack starts talking he makes sure Nico isn’t home.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Trevor asks, sitting down with a bag of chips, sitting his phone up. “Uh, I need to..talk to you about something. You have to promise not to judge me and make fun of me because it’s actually upsetting me.” Jack begins to rant, Trevor looks concerned but lets Jack talk.

Before Jack could get a word out, Nico walks through the front door with food for him and Jack. Jack quickly turns his phone off, hanging up on Trevor.

“Hi, I didn’t know when you would be up but I brought…” Nico stops his sentence when he realizes Jack has a tear falling down his cheek. “What’s wrong, why are you crying…or about to cry?” Nico questions putting the food down on the coffee table.

Jacks mouth goes dry, “I-uh…” Jack couldn’t get a word out. Nico sits down with him and rubs his back, Jack gets butterflies in his stomach and his face goes red. “You can talk to me, I’m here you know. I mean you are staying at my place.” Nico tries to get a laugh out of Jack. Jack just starts crying more, “Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t understand, I don’t understand how I feel and I want to understand so bad. I don’t like not understanding things but I know I like having you around more than I should. I think I’m falling in love with you and I’m scared and I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to ruin anything and you probably don’t even feel the sam-.” Before Jack could get his full words out, Nico kisses him. Stopping him from talking at all.

Nicos hands pull Jack closer, before he pulls back. “Sweet boy, you won’t be ruining anything.” Nico smiles at Jack. Jack doesn’t know how to feel. “I like you Nico. More than just a friend from my team.” Jack says with tears in his eyes looking up at Nico. “I know love, I do too.”

Nico pulls Jack up off the couch and hugs him. “You don’t have to be upset, I don’t understand anything either. We can take things slow. I promise you.” Nico whispers in Jacks ears while he rubs his back while Jacks head is in Nicos neck.

“But what about the team and my parents and brothers and oh my god my friends what am I supposed to say.” Jack begins to freak out. Nico takes Jacks hand and leads him to his room. “You need a nap.” Nico states pushing Jack onto the bed.

“We can talk about it more when you’re not so upset, okay baby?” Nico says as he pulls Jack close to him as he gets in the bed. Nico lays on his back while Jack has his head on his chest. Nico starts playing with Jacks hair as he starts to hear little snores from jacks mouth. Nico begins to fall asleep while Jack puts his arm over his waist, holding him tight.

After a long nap, Jack wakes up. Still slowly starting to remember everything that happened before, he feels steady breathing from Nico with little snores. Jack slowly moves so he could get up. “Where are you going?” Nico says in a sleepy voice.

“I’m…I’m kinda hungry.” Jack looks down playing with fingers nervously. Nico rolls over and checks his phone, it’s 8pm. “We slept for a while.” Nico states, slowly getting out of bed.

Jack starts walking to the kitchen and Nico follows. “I can heat up the food I brought earlier..if that sounds good? Maybe we could watch a movie?” Nico suggests, Jack smiles. “I’d like that.” Jack giggles.

Jack walks into the kitchen to get himself and Nico cups. Jack reaches up to get the cups and he feels arms going around his waist. Jack giggles, “I think I could get used to this.” He says while Nico kisses his neck. “I’ve been waiting to be able to do this.” Nico says in between kisses.

“Let me get us some water, babe.” Jack fills the cups up with ice cold water to go with the food. Nico let’s go of Jack to pull the food out of the microwave. Jack walks into the front room and puts the cups down. Nico follows while holding his and Jacks plates.

Jack begins to sit down and Nico shakes his head. “Up.” He says while moving past Jack to sit down where Jack was about to. Nico sits the food down on the stand beside the couch. Nico pats the seat next to him and Jack smiles while sitting down.

After they finish their dinner and talk about how funny it is to see their falls on the ice on YouTube they finally agree it’s time to talk about the maybe relationship.

Nico can tell Jack is nervous, he pulls him closer and allows Jack to lay his head on his lap while he plays with his hair. “Tell me what you’re worried about.” Nico tells Jack, Jack begins to talk about all of his worries. How he’s nervous how his teammates and his brothers and possibly friends knowing about him and Nico and how he worries he’ll be looked at differently because he likes men.

Nico reassures Jack before they both agree they are tired and need to go back to sleep for morning practice the next day. Jack follows Nico into his room and lays down on his bed. “Are we gonna tell everyone tomorrow…or are we gonna let them figure it out?” Jack ask Nico while, Nico makes his way to the bed. “Let them figure it out.” Nico laughs while climbing into bed next to Jack.

They both go quiet for a second, “There’s something I forgot to ask you.” Nico softly says, looking over at Jack. “No I wanna ask.” Jack stops him, Nico smiles. “Go ahead Hughes.” Nico sits up, “Nico, will you be my boyfriend?” Jack giggles asking Nico. Nico hums, “Let me think about it.” Jack gently pushes Nico, “You suck.” Jack laughs nervously. Nico leans down and kisses Jack. “Does that answer your question?” Nico asks. “Maybe do it one more time so I know for sure.” Jack giggles. Nico kisses him again, “Yes, I’d love to be your boyfriend.”

Nico moves over so that Jack can cuddle into him. “I think this is the best day of my life.” Jack says, as Nico locks fingers with him. “Mhm?” Nico hums, lying back. Nico moves over so he can kiss Jack on the forehead. “Get some sleep love, we got practice early morning.”

Jack cuddles up to Nico and Nico has his hands up Jacks shirt rubbing his back until Jack falls asleep.

#new jersey devils #jack hughes #nico hischier #nicojack #nh13 #jh86

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imagines--galore · 2 years ago

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|| Mind Over Matter || Part Two

Summary: Evelyn is Penelope Garcia's protegé. She is a tech wiz, and knows her way around any kind of security and just like her mentor knows how to dig deep and get into the past of anyone and has a knack for anything with a chip in it. Including potato chips. The one thing she fails at is figuring out is the mind and how it works. Rated T for blood and language.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Evelyn Richardson(OC) Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Adventure. Family. Some language, blood and violence in later installments. Previously - Part One

A/N: I hope you’re all enjoying the uploads so far! If you have any random requests or questions just let me know!

Takes place during and after episode four season one.

Evelyn slammed the door of her car shut with her foot, gripping the unmarked white box firmly yet gently as she walked across the parking lot towards the FBI building. Catching sight of her team member just going through the glass doors she quickened her pace.

"JJ! Mind holding that door open!" She called out. The blonde turned where she was, a little surprised at red head's sudden appearance but stepping aside and holding the door open for her all the same. JJ nodded her head in the direction of the box.

"Whats in there?" She asked as they walked down the corridor towards the bullpen.

"You'll see" The red head grinned, walking towards Morgan's desk, as JJ followed after her. Morgan, who had been sitting with his feet on his desk, stood up at the sight of his two team members. Evelyn placed the box on his desk.

"Elle distracting Spencer?" She asked, turning to look at her friend who nodded.

"They'll be back in fifteen minutes or so." He replied, checking his phone before he did. Evelyn nodded.

"Thats plenty of time." She said, before removing the lid of the box and carefully picking up the cake that was inside. She held it out for her team members to see.

"Well what do you think?" She asked, a bit uncertainly as both JJ and Morgan stared at the cake. Morgan chuckled.

"Sweetheart, you went all out this year." He grinned and Evelyn grinned back. Sweetheart was one of the many nicknames Morgan had for the blue eyed ginger.

"Wait! You made that yourself?" JJ asked, tearing her eyes away from the cursive and elegantly written Happy Birthday. The red head nodded.

"Yeah! I make a cake every year on special occasions." She explained, walking towards Spencer's desk as she did.

"It looks really professional!" JJ said, not taking her eyes off the cake. Evelyn shrugged.

"You pick up a few things over the years." She muttered, setting the cake down carefully on Spencer's desk.

"You got the candles?" She asked turning to Morgan who nodded, opening a drawer and extracting a packet of colorful little candles.

"Got 'em right here." He said holding them up and grinning. "Oh!" He paused as if remembering something and leaned down under his desk to grab a bag, pulling a hat out of it. JJ raised an eyebrow at the item while Evelyn laughed.

"That looks like a Mad Hatter's hat gone wrong." She giggled, before giving her friend a thumbs up.

"Nice job!" Morgan gave a little bow while she grabbed the candles and glancing at the packet, raising an eyebrow.

"Trick candles. Really?" Morgan only grinned and shrugged, while Evelyn shook her head.

"And people say I'm the youngest." She muttered before ripping open the packet and lining up the candles neatly in front of her.

"JJ? Would you mind getting Gideon and Hotch from their offices please?"

"Only if you tell me what kind if cake this is." The blonde asked, smiling teasingly. Evelyn grinned.

"Chocolate." She replied simply. JJ's eyes seemed to shine with excitement before she went off to perform her task.

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Evelyn and JJ had developed a friendly relationship after the former's initial shyness had worn off. JJ had been quick to learn that Evelyn had been a daddy's girl growing up, and since JJ herself had been one she knew the pain the younger woman felt at loosing her father since she had lost her's at a young age as well. Evelyn had been quite open about her father and had praised him so much that it was easy to see she had adored the man growing up. JJ was glad she had made a new friend like Evelyn. The girl was sweet and awkward once you got past the shyness she carried about her. JJ wasn't normally friends with quite people but Evelyn was an exception.

Apart from Reid that is.

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Evelyn hummed under her breath as she picked up the last candle and placed it on top of the cake carefully, making sure that none of the candles would disturb the cursive icing which had the words, Happy Birthday Spencer, spelled out.

"That looks spectacular Evelyn." The red head turned to see Agent Gideon leaning over her shoulder to look at her little masterpiece. Her cheeks reddened slightly at the compliment.

"It's nothing Agent Gideon." She muttered, shyly averting her gaze from her superior. Morgan chuckled, ruffling her hair.

"Awww. Little Evelyn's embarrassed." He cooed as the red head batted his hands away from her head, her blush very noticeable against her pale cheeks.

"Quit it, Morgan!" She grumbled, pouting as she did. Morgan only laughed as he started lighting up the candles with a cigarette lighter he had borrowed. JJ soon came back with Agent Hotch following after her. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of the cake.

"Going all out this year Evelyn?" He asked, smiling slightly at the sight of the blushing red head.

"I always go out every year Hotch!" She protested, stomping her foot slightly, and pouting, looking every bit the child she was. Evelyn may have become an FBI Agent at quite a young age but that did not mean that she grew up with it. Small streaks of her childish behavior would come out every now and then especially when she was embarrassed or in a mischievous mood. She never showed that side of her while working. When it came to work Evelyn was as serious and dedicated as any other FBI Agent, if not better, as Hotch and Gideon had discussed amongst themselves.

Lighting the last of the candles Morgan checked his phone.

"They're coming." He announced. And sure enough at the very same moment, Spencer and Elle rounded the corner entering the bullpen.

"Here comes the birthday boy!" Morgan called out, startling the young man, as he looked towards the source of the noise. His lips pulled into a sheepish smile as JJ and Morgan started to clap and hoot. Elle joining them while Evelyn raced forward and placed the hat on top of his head.

"Happy Birthday Spence!" She grinned up at him, leaning up on her tip toes to adjust the hat. She grabbed his hand, leading him over to his desk.

"Happy Birthday Reid." Hotch gave a small smile as he wished the young doctor.

"Thanks Hotch. Thanks you guys." Reid said glancing around at his friend before he was pushed into the chair and he finally saw the cake with all the candle flickering on top. He recognized the cursive, neat icing immediately and glanced up at Evelyn.

"Thanks for the cake Evelyn. Its beautiful."

The effect was almost immediate. Evelyn's pale cheeks, already slightly pink from her past blush, came back full force and her cheeks grew red, as she averted her eyes from her friend's and looked down on the ground.

"You're welcome Spence."

Elle smiled throwing an arm around the younger girl's shoulder and squeezing her before turning to the birthday boy.

"Make a wish!" She said, gesturing towards the candles, where the wax was beginning to melt faster. Spencer nodded his head dutifully before taking a deep breath and blew the breath out.

"Come on man! Blow, baby blow!" Morgan laughed as Reid tried his best to blow out the candles. Evelyn started to giggle at his futile attempts.

"I thought you were full of hot air Reid." Elle called out, getting a laugh out of everyone.

"Come on, Reid." Morgan urged.

Previous shyness forgotten Evelyn hooted and clapped her hands. "Come on Reid!" She said.

Of course their fun had to end sometime.

"They're trick candles, Spence. Okay?" JJ explained taking pity on him after the candles went out before coming back on again.

"They're gonna come back on every time." JJ said as Reid tried one more time before giving up.

"Awww, mommy's here to rescue you!" Morgan, playing with the hat placed on his head as Evelyn grabbed the plates Elle had brought and placed them next to the cake.

"Mommy?" Reid asked confused, not really getting the reference as the others laugh. Evelyn patted his back affectionately.

"Don't worry that big head of yours Spence." She giggled when he turned his head to her, his eyes wide in the best imitation he had of a puppy eyed look, and she tapped the side of his head.

"Reid? Is it legal yet to take you to a bar or something?" Morgan teased, earning him an elbow in the gut from the red head, who shook her finger at him.

"Lay off Morgan. Its his birthday today." She scolded as JJ reached forward and picked up a candle from the cake.

"Hope you like chocolate." She said, smiling at the young doctor.

"You're getting wax on the cake man." Morgan said as JJ and Elle removed the candles. Spotting Hotch and Gideon standing a little ways away from the little group Evelyn walked over to them.

"You guys not joining in?" She asked. Hotch gave a small smile.

"We came in a couple of shots Evelyn." The red head smiled sheepishly as she turned to give a thumbs up to a fellow agent who was holding a small camera. He smiled back, before sitting down on his desk. Evelyn turned back to the two older agents and shrugged.

"You know I can't resist." She said. Hotch only shook his head before walking over to an agent who had called out to him. Just then Reid walked over to Gideon as Evelyn took Hotch's position leaning against the wall, her arms crossed behind her back, humming a tune that sounded suspiciously like happy birthday.

"You having fun?" Gideon asked, turning to look at him.

"Yes, definitely. I'm definitely having fun." He said in a monotone voice. Evelyn's humming got louder at the comment, which earned her a glare from him, which she responded with a grin and poked her tongue out at him.

"Make a wish?" Gideon asked, ignoring the small exchange between the two friends.

"Can I take this hat off?" Reid asked, motioning towards the hat Evelyn had placed on his head. Gideon turned his head to see Evelyn, pouting at the man. He sighed, shaking his head, before turning to look at Spencer again.

"I wouldn't." He advised. He smiled inwardly when he heard a quite exclamation of 'Yes!' beside him.

"Hey Spence." The three of them turned to see JJ holding out a piece of birthday cake. "First piece for the birthday boy." She said smiling. Reid took a step forward before retracing said step.

"Do you know she's the only person in the whole world who calls me "Spence"?" He commented laughing nervously. Evelyn frowned as she followed after him.

"I call you Spence too!" She said, to which he responded with a shrug.

"You only call me Spence sometimes. She calls me Spence all the time." Evelyn only shrugged at his response.

"I can call you Spence all the time too you know." She grinned. He smiled and tucked his hands in the pockets of his pants.

"Only if I get to call you Evie."

Evelyn never let anyone call her Evie. She said she preferred Evelyn and had told no one why it was so. Whatever the case was, Spencer had tried on numerous occasions to guess why she didn't wanted to be called Evie, and he was still trying. The two of them had a bet going that if he ever guessed it he would be allowed to call her Evie for all her life. So far he had not been able to guess at all. Which was why he had decided to try a new track. However she only shook her head at him, smiling.

"We are not going back on our little agreement Spence." She said, to which he pouted. Evelyn only laughed pushing him in JJ's direction.

"Now go get your cake." She called ignoring the look he threw over his shoulder and accepting the cake with a thank you. The red head sighed before crossing her arms over her chest, biting down on her lip.

"You know, you have to tell him one of these days." She turned to see Gideon standing next to her. He had watched the whole exchange.

"He's a profiler he'll get it one of these days." He warned her to which she only shrugged.

"Then I'll tell him to call me Evie." She muttered under her breath, trying not to let the pain on her face show every time she heard the name, either from her own lips or from someone else's it didn't really matter.

"Hey Evelyn? You're not gonna try out your own cake?" Elle called out, holding up a slice. The red head's lips pulled into a smile, previous traces of pain and sadness forgotten as she bounded over to her fellow agent and took the plate from her with a thank you.

The festive mood however was broken when Hotch called over.

"Sorry, guys. Party's over."

Evelyn deflated visibly at the words, but put her plate down nonetheless, smiling at how Morgan seemed to be shoveling the cake into his mouth as fast as he could. Spencer took off his hat, finishing the last bite of his cake. He reached out for his messenger bag when Evelyn tapped the side of his arm to get his attention. He turned to see her holding out her hand.

"Can I have your keys? I can drop the cake off on my home from work tonight." Spencer nodded as he grabbed his house keys and handed them over to her. She smiled in thanks before picking up the cake and placing it back inside the box.

"I'll see you guys when you get back then." She said, giving a half hearted wave in her Team's direction. Morgan ruffled her hair, while JJ and Elle shot her smiles. She smiled back, picking up the cake and starting to walk to the small kitchen to put the cake in the fridge.

"Where are you all going anyway?" She asked Hotch as he walked by.

"San Diego."

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Evelyn sighed as she plopped down into her chair. It was the second day since her Team's departure and she was already starting to miss them. This wasn't a new occurrence, it was their job to go from state to state, from town to town catching all the monsters out there, but that didn't mean that she didn't miss them every time they did. But it was their job and she had to go with it. And since she was always being updated on the cases by researching and digging up all the dirt on anyone her Team requested alongside Penelope it wasn't like she was being kept out of the loophole. She was very much part of the loophole.

But being confined in the four walls of her office was different then being out in the field. She had never been out there. Not once. Of course she had gone to a few cases, whenever they had needed technical assistance but she had never been allowed to go to the actual crime scenes. She was fine with that though. Evelyn didn't know how much a strong stomach she had. Quite strong she had reasoned since she didn't throw up or faint at the sight of the mangled and mutilated bodies of the people murdered while going through the Team's Case files.

The young technician glanced at her digital clock, not even fazed when she read the numbers glowing, indicating that it was almost midnight. She leaned her head back against the back rest of her chair, closing her slightly aching eyes, giving them time to rest for a few seconds, from all the computer screen time she had done that day.

Somebody was shaking her shoulder.

"-lyn? Eve-? Evelyn?"

And calling out her name.

But she was too tired and sleepy so she simply batted the hand away and tried to roll over in her bed.

Of course she wasn't in her bed.

An involuntary shriek erupted from her lips as she fell from the chair she had been sitting on. Luckily she landed on her hands and knees and not on her face, saving her from another pair of broken glasses. But whoever it was found the situation funny since they started to laugh. She lifted her face to see Spencer smiling down at her, holding out his hand.

"Being a genius and all, you should've known not to wake up a person sleeping in a chair." She muttered, taking his hand and standing up, straightening and dusting herself off as she did. Spencer only shrugged.

"Actually with the angle your head was in its a good thing I awoke you or you would've complained about the crick you would've gotten in your neck." Evelyn narrowed her eyes at him, before crossing her arms over her chest.

"What do you want?" She demanded, still cranky about having her nap interrupted.

"Well I want my keys back." He said, leaning forward to straighten a pile of papers as he did. "We just got back from the case and I want to go home now please?" He shrugged, adding a pleading tone at the end. Evelyn reached for her own messenger bag rummaging through it as she did.

"How'd the case go?" She asked. She already knew how it went but she just wanted to ask him herself.

"It went alright. I mean we caught the guy." Spencer offered the answer, keeping it brief and short. Evelyn nodded, as she finally found his keys.

"And that is all that matters." She said, holding the keys out for him to take. He muttered a thanks as he took them, before frowning slightly as he caught sight of something.

"These weren't there before." He said, holding up the keys so that the key chains could be seen.

While one looked old and faded the other two looked brand new. One was a small glass cube with a small card of the Ace of Hearts in the middle, while the other was a little Einstein, with its hair sticking out in all directions.

"Oh!" Evelyn gave a sheepish smile, reaching up to pull at the right tendril of hair at the side of her face, which Spencer had noticed she did when she was feeling shy or embarrassed.

"I was just walking by and I saw them through a window." She shrugged. "Its just a little birthday present. Do you like them?" She asked, her voice hopeful yet fearful at the same time.

Being a profiler Reid couldn't help it when he unconsciously made a little profile of every single person he met. And Evelyn was no exception. He knew that she was very very insecure about everything she did and even who she was. She tried her best to please people, no matter what the consequences, and would ask how she did after performing the task. Gideon had told him once that Evelyn was like that because of something that happened to her in her childhood but he wouldn't explain any further. And Reid had let it rest at that.

Seeing her look up at him with those wide blue expectant eyes he smiled, gripping the keys tightly in his hands.

"Thanks. They're great. I really like them."

He wasn't lying. He really did like the key chains and the smile she gave him made him glad that he did. He glanced down at his watch.

"Alright I gotta get back home. I'll see you tomorrow then." He said, to which she nodded.

"Have a goodnight. I still have these files to go through." She gestured towards the pile in front of her.

"Happy reading!" He called, closing the door behind him but not before he heard her saying quietly to herself.

"Maybe I should put a couple into Morgan's pile..."

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Ch. 34: The Organizers

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"You are so fucking evil, Aitana."

Aitana snorted at her brother's remark. She stepped back from her closet with her hands on her hips. She was quite tired from pulling out all of her shoes from the deepest ends of the closet. She could've found Narnia back there if she wasn't careful. As it turned out, she really did have a lot of shoes. It should make a good lesson for Spencer to get an idea.

Angel came to stand beside her and looked down at the mess of shoes on the floor. He let out a low whistle. "Man, I hate to say this but I think Mateo and I taught you too well because to win a bet like this...it takes skills."

Aitana smiled smugly. "You two couldn't be any more complete idiots."

"Wow, also very kind of you."

Aitana patted Angel's arm. "Also something you two taught me. You should feel proud!"

"I almost feel obliged to apologize to Morgan and Spencer for this chaos," Angel remarked. "Poor guys are gonna be here until next week. Hey, who do you call when an FBI agent goes missing?"

Aitana gave him a playful shove on the side. "I'm FBI, dumbass!"

"Exactly, I obviously can't call you because you'd cover up your crime!"

Aitana rolled her eyes. "You should be proud of me! Two boys messed with me and I got them back! You taught me great!"

Angel waved her off and started heading out her room. "Don't call me when they inevitably get you back!" he warned before disappearing.

"Oh, I'd like to see them try!" Aitana laughed to herself.

~ 0 ~

At around noon, the team started arriving at the Serrano house. Penelope was first with several bags of snacks for them. She left the entire kitchen counter covered in all sorts of snacks that Aitana had truthfully never seen. JJ arrived not long later with more snacks. By the time Emily showed up, Aitana was relieved to see the women had decided to bring wine instead of chips.

"As much of a candy eater that I am, I do love me some wine," Aitana said to JJ and Penelope after doing a particularly loud squeal at the bottle of wine Emily pulled out first.

Emily shot both blondes a smirk while Aitana brought the wine to the kitchen aisle. "I found my new best friend."

When Rossi and Hotch showed up, they were practically pushing Morgan and Spencer in ahead of them. Rossi made sure to announce the "cleaners" were there to make it all the more great.

"Give it up!" Emily clapped loudly, making JJ and Penelope soon join in. Aitana almost felt bad for the whole set up...almost. She would survive with the guilt.

"Alright, alright, we're here," Morgan waved them off. "Where's the dang shoe closet?"

Aitana came around the kitchen aisle in a smooth stride. She'd planned this down to the dot. "I already took out all the shoes. I just need you to clean them and put them back neatly inside. You boys get lemonade somewhere in the middle."

Morgan let the comment go before he dug a deeper hole for himself.

"Is there a specific way you want us to order the shoes?" Spencer asked as he came to set his own bag on the kitchen aisle. Penelope, being the closest one, took a peek inside the bag.

"No, just something neat," Aitana told him. She wasn't that evil.

"Oooh! Spencer brought more sweets!" Penelope cheered and pulled out a box of familiar looking chocolate lollipops.

"Actually," Spencer was quick to take the box from Penelope, ignoring the blonde's pouting face because of his move, "These are for Aitana."

The woman in question blinked as she was presented with the box of lollipops, the same ones she had once introduced to Spencer when they first met. "For me?"

"Yeah, I really do feel bad for the way Morgan and I acted so I'm hoping that the sweets will help me a bit here," Spencer said, pushing the box closer to Aitana. He felt more assured with the soft smile on Aitana's face. She wouldn't know it but he'd been tossing and turning during the nights thinking she was genuinely upset with him...and Morgan of course.

"Thank you, Spencer," Aitana said, taking the box from him. She was aware of the lingering eyes some of the others were giving them so in an effort to stop any comments that might be coming, she set the box down on the counter and ushered Spencer and Morgan out the kitchen. "The rest of you can start with the wine!" She called out from the hallway. That should keep them busy and entertained.

Aitana brought Spencer and Morgan upstairs to her room where the pile of shoes waited for them.

"I hope this answers your question about the shoes, Reid," Morgan said after taking a look at the pile waiting for them.

Spencer was more than surprised with the heavy amount of shoes in front of him. He glanced back at Aitana, his widened eyes asking her if this was really all the pairs she owned. "This is — you can't possibly wear all these shows!"

"Course not, I rotate during seasons," Aitana crossed her arms. "I also did some spring cleaning so that should help you guys out."

"And when was this spring cleaning? Three years ago?" Morgan scoffed. He bent down in front of the pile, eyeing it with disdain. "Aitana, c'mon."

"Hey, you lost the bet," Aitana said, raising her hands in front of her. "Think twice before you decide to mess with me again — or rather think twice before pulling me into your shenanigans."

The unfortunate truth is that this really was making Morgan think twice about involving her in anything ever again.

~ 0 ~

One hour later, Spencer and Morgan were regretting their actions a lot more. Morgan started wishing Aitana never even joined the FBI which, Spencer remarked, was going a bit too far.

"This is ridiculous," Morgan grumbled as he finished setting a pair of pumps inside a plastic box dubbed 'party shoes'. "

"But well deserved," Spencer reminded, more resigned to their afternoon. He picked up a pair of casual sandals with bright yellow pineapples on them. It seemed totally Aitana if you asked him.

Morgan chuckled at the sight of the sandals. "I guess maybe there is one good thing that's coming out of all this."

"What's that?" Spencer asked him curiously.

"We're learning a bit more about Serrano," Morgan smirked as he slipped a finger under the strap of an insanely heeled shoe and raised it in the air. "She's a party girl."

"What?" Spencer laughed lightly.

Morgan mused over his accusation. "I know what I see. These are party shoes. Why else would she have them?"

"A number of reasons," shrugged Spencer. He moved around the remaining pile of shoes, tilting his head as he decided how they would be organizing what was left. "Many women wear them for the simple reason that heels are an ingrained part of our culture. Although there have been experiments testing what exactly makes heels so popular. One of them claimed that the act of wearing heels led to a strut walk instead of your usual walk."

Morgan stared at Spencer, dumbfounded as the latter kept going on about the different experiments. "So you know all that, but you don't know they're more likely to have a lot of shoes in the closet?"

Spencer straightened up. He'd found the best course of planning. "It doesn't really matter. I have a lot more books than people usually tend to own. Aitana likes shoes and…" He looked around at the room, the bright greens of her plants, the golden yellow decor up on the ceiling, the bright white of the duvets with equally bright golden flowers and the cream colored furniture pieces. "Summer. She likes Summer. It's her favorite season."

Morgan, who'd gone back to organizing, looked up with a furrowed brow. "Huh?"

"All the bright colors in here, the plants, even those shoes over there," Spencer pointed at a smaller pile of shoes they'd discarded for the time being. They were all a mixture of sandals and open toed shoes. "Summer is her favorite season."

"Alright then, since those are the most shoes around here, you do 'em," Morgan gestured for Spencer to take over the pile on the right side.

Spencer scrunched his face as he made his way over to the pile. He should've just kept his mouth shut. Story of his life.

~0~

When Aitana returned to her room later in the day, she came in cautiously with a tray of drinks in her hands. "You two haven't destroyed my shoes already, have you? Or plotting revenge against me?"

Morgan threw the woman a look, clearly not amused with the sarcasm. Aitana suspected he wasn't amused with anything today.

"I think we're doing well with time," Spencer said, much more light-hearted than his partner.

Aitana smiled at him and placed down the tray she brought on the dresser. "I'm not cold-hearted. I did bring you some wine."

"It's the least you can do, sprinkles," Morgan said, letting the tennis shoes in his hands fall to the floor.

Aitana watched him walk over, her smile widening. "You brought this upon yourselves. If anything, this makes you realize I make a much better ally than enemy. Spencer, you're not thirsty?"

"Oh, um, not really my suit," Spencer apologized with a small smile.

"Oh," Aitana blinked. It didn't occur to her he wouldn't want the wine. "Sorry, I just thought...you had before…I mean..." She supposed it was wrong to assume just because he drank wine that one time that it meant he would always drink.

"Special occasions," Spencer shrugged, feeling even worse for some reason. Aitana tried offering him something else to drink — lemonade, soda, even just water — but Spencer politely refused. He felt like his time to accept anything else had been with the wine. Aitana shouldn't have to go out of her way to accommodate him, much less when they (he and Morgan) had already been more than rude with her prior.

"Don't work yourselves too much," Aitana half joked on her way out of the room. She had half a mind cutting their work hours short anyways, but she'd let them grovel for a few more.

Morgan let out a low whistle once Aitana was long gone.

Spencer didn't have to look at him to know what he meant. "Don't say anything."

"I haven't," Morgan pointed out, his smirk implying that he was about to speak now. "But…"

Spencer chose that moment to walk to the other end of the room. There had to be shoes to organize over there as well.

"I notice you have some difficulty talking to Sprinkles over there…" Morgan was smirking. Spencer saw it from the corner of his eye. "I mean, more than usual with other people."

"Really, I hadn't noticed," Spencer muttered quickly. Aitana would want her brown boots with the rest of the winter boots.

"Oh, I've noticed," Morgan assured, still smirking at Spencer despite facing his back. "Genius, pretty boy? Don't tell me you haven't noticed. Please."

Spencer's was stuffing the brown boots inside a plastic box. "I have trouble talking all the time. Remember when I couldn't get two words together with JJ?"

Morgan nodded. He would be the first to admit to those awkward moments. JJ would have no problem bringing it up either to make fun of Spencer.

"But this is different," Morgan clarified, pausing his work for a second, "It's not a secret that she's got you tongue twisted sometimes."

Spencer ended up shoving the brown boots in the box however they fit. "So what?" He snapped unintentionally. "That happens with others too."

Morgan would concede on that but he also had another point to make. "Yeah, but, Sprinkles has you just a bit more twisted, don't you think?"

Spencer put the box away in the closet, perhaps not as organized as he had wanted. "No, I don't. I also don't know why this is pertinent to our organization? You do remember that's why we're here, right? Because we screwed up with Aitana."

"Yeah," Morgan picked up the box in front of him and stood up, "And how'd that go for you, eh? Brought a whole box of lollipops and all…"

Spencer strode over and grabbed the box from Morgan. "Politeness and guilt," Spencer clarified his intentions. He took the box towards the other side, preferring to do it all himself if it meant ending this conversation.

"Still, kinda sweet, don't you think?" Morgan smirked again. "C'mon pretty boy."

"C'mon what, Morgan?" Spencer finally turned back again, his head tilting at Morgan demandingly. "I'm not talking about this. I already did this. And you remember how that went, right?"

"Yeah, but we had the story all wrong, didn't we?" Morgan gathered a few more pairs of shoes from the floor. "You thought Aitana had a boyfriend but he turned out to be her half brother." Morgan laughed to himself.

Spencer did not. He didn't find it that amusing.

"So why not ask again?" Morgan swayed his head on his way to drop off the next couple of shoes. "Or, I guess, it's the first time since you didn't actually get to ask last time…"

"Morgan, just stop," Spencer said with a sigh. "I'm not doing anything."

"Why not?"

"Because it's nothing," Spencer took a pair of sneakers from Morgan. He set them accordingly in another plastic box.

"Is it, though?" Morgan genuinely wondered.

Spencer shrugged without thinking. He was actually trying not to think about that stuff. "Of course. Aitana's a friend and since we've screwed up, I'd rather fix it. So let's just finish up, alright?" Spencer took the remaining pairs of shoes out of Morgan's arms and arranged them in the best possible organizing way.

~0~

The next time Aitana went upstairs, it was late in the afternoon. She came with the plan to finally free her two prisoners, deeming one whole day was more than enough for them to learn their lesson. What she didn't expect was for her entire shoe closet to be genuinely organized. She figured they would've dallied and maybe organized a quarter of what she had set out.

"Oh my goodness, you actually did it," Aitana laughed. She stood in front of her closet, gazing over the clear plastic boxes holding her shoes. "I can't believe you actually did it."

"What, you didn't think we were capable of organizing a couple shoes?" Morgan feigned offense.

"I thought there would be too many for you to handle," Aitana smirked and folded her arms. She glanced at Spencer who seemed busy figuring something out with the shoe boxes. If she was right, he was calculating. "Spencer, something you want to share with the class?"

"You have exactly 50 pairs of shoes," Spencer said, although it sounded like he had just figured out his calculations. "That was actually less than Morgan guessed."

"What?" Aitana pouted. "You guys were making bets on me again?"

"Reid," Morgan reprimanded, whilst also begging for help. He was not going to organize shoes again or anything else in the godforsaken room.

"No, no, I just wanted to know the average amount of shoes a woman has," Spencer explained himself as best as possible. "See, I'm not very knowledgeable in that department and this provided a good learning opportunity for me. We just wanted to see who was closer with their number."

Aitana's head turned from one man to the other, deciding whether or not she should believe them. Ultimately, she decided they both looked scared enough to think twice before using her for another game. "Alright, you're both done. Breathe, gentlemen, you've paid up."

Morgan did exactly that, letting out a huge breath that had Aitana laughing. "Sprinkles, you are a hard woman."

"I've got to be," Aitana said, raising her hands in defense, "It was constant war living with two older brothers. I had to learn. You're welcome."

"I never had any siblings," Spencer shared, "So I guess this was a good learning experience."

Morgan scoffed, letting a small 'aha' slip out of him. He didn't think Spencer saw Aitana like a sister at all.

Aitana clapped her hands together. "Okay, you two have officially paid your debt off and as such, you are now welcomed downstairs. We're ordering in."

Morgan was quick to drop the rag in his hand to the floor. "Good, cos I'm starving!"

Aitana laughed after him, motioning Spencer to follow as well. Work time was officially over.

~0~

Penelope had chosen their dinner that evening and as such, they eagerly took their Chinese food from the delivery boy as soon as it got there. Aitana helped her carry it to the living room, after having to insist that it was fine eating there instead of the kitchen.

"I'm not my parents," she said to Penelope when the blonde reluctantly sat down on the couch with her take-out box. "I don't care if you spill."

"But it doesn't mean I want to spill! Your furniture is so beautiful!" Penelope exclaimed, worriedly looking down at the couch. It was a nice white that an ugly Kung Pao chicken orange stain would definitely contrast with.

"You think it's beautiful?" Aitana sat down on the couch chair. "Angel chose all this. He actually had this whole place furnished before I stepped in."

"He did all this?" Emily looked around the living room in disbelief. "Can he come do my apartment?" The others laughed despite Emily saying she was quite serious. "What!? He has nice taste!"

"He's a good brother," Aitana concluded. "Bit of a bully but good brother nonetheless."

"Meet my sisters," Morgan said, "They were nightmares."

Aitana smirked. "And you weren't?" Morgan shrugged. "How many sisters do you have?"

"Three."

"Oh," Aitana sucked air between her teeth. "Yeah, okay, I can see that being bad."

"Sometimes I'm perfectly fine being an only child," Emily admitted easily as she sipped her wine. She abandoned her Chinese food when it was half done claiming the wine had taken most of her appetite away.

"I would have liked the friendly competition," Spencer said, earning matching scoffs from half the group. Even Hotch gave a slight shake of his head in amusement. "What?" Spencer made a face.

"It's only friendly on the best of days," Aitana clarified for him. "You never said 'I love you' to their faces or else they might throw you something. Mateo threw his baseball at me one time."

"What?" Spencer gaped. "Why!?"

"Because I said it to him in front of his friends."

"You are so bad," Penelope giggled. She leaned over to high five Aitana who laughed.

"Yeah, I said it to him because he'd pissed me off that morning!"

Spencer couldn't wrap his mind around such a strange relationship.

"Cheer up, Spence," JJ called from her spot on the sofa chair, "You have no competition in the magic department, right?"

Spencer ended up smiling. Of course JJ would think of something like that.

"What's she talking about?" Aitana said, confused.

"Oh, our Dr. Reid is a magician as well, remember?" JJ said with the most dramatic wide eyes. She waved her chopsticks in the air as if they were wands. "Moonlights as one."

"Shut up, you don't do magic," Aitana eyed Spencer with disbelief.

"I do," Spencer nodded.

"You?"

"Yeah, why's it so hard to believe it?"

"Because magic is...magic. You're a factual guy."

"Magic relies on powerful psychological illusions," Spencer explained, "It exploits gaps and errors in our conscious experience."

Aitana looked more bemused than anything else. Her eyes went over the rest of the group, silently asking them if this was actually real. Each one of them nodded like a chain of dominoes.

"No!" Aitana suddenly exclaimed, laughing to herself. "Don't ruin magic for me, Spencer!"

"What — I'm not!" Spencer couldn't help but laugh as well. "It's true! Look, magicians tend to use misdirection to manipulate what you pay attention to and so they can control what you see—"

"Oh my god, no!" Aitana insisted. "When I think of magic, I think of Harry Potter!" Morgan snorted and laughed. Even Emily had trouble hiding her own laugh. "I don't think of misdirection!"

"Aitana—"

"Or gaps and errors!"

"It's about cognition—"

"No!" Aitana pointed at Spencer, warning him to stop right there. "It's magic! Don't ruin it!"

"You heard the lady," Morgan said, flashing a smirk at Spencer. "Don't ruin it for her."

"But I didn't — I'm not…" Spencer sighed in resignation. Everyone was already chuckling. It was futile to try anything...right now. Plus, Aitana was smirking at him knowing exactly what she'd done. She was confident that she won and Spencer didn't really see the need to prove her wrong right there and then. He could wait. He was patient.

~0~

After a few more glasses of wine, Penelope started wandering through the house picking out things she swore Angel must have read her mind about because she wanted them all. She even almost stuck her head into Aitana's big fish tank. Thankfully, Rossi had spotted that intention and led Penelope away with the idea that he had found another furniture piece she would like.

"I think I'm going to take her home," Morgan announced.

"Preferably walking her to her door?" Aitana asked curiously and out of concern. She didn't think Penelope was in any condition to walk any stairs on her own.

"And inside," Morgan assured seconds before Penelope nearly tripped on her own feet. "Possibly to her room."

"Yeah, just in case," JJ chuckled.

"Hey Aitana!" Penelope called as she wobbled her way up to the brunette in question. "Did you have Nemo in that tank?"

"What?" Aitana blinked and even looked around Penelope as if the fictional fish was really swimming in her tank. "No, no...no. No Disney fish, Pen."

"Oh." Penelope drew in a breath as if she'd heard the worst news ever. "Is he okay? Did he...you know…?" She made a cutting motion across her neck, causing a whole round of laughter from the others.

"Please get her home," JJ told Morgan who was already on his way to retrieve Penelope.

"I will," Morgan promised them and the rest of the group. He then guided Penelope out of the house, having to pull her once they reached the door and Penelope realized she had "seen" Nemo.

"Maybe we should start heading out too," Rossi said, already getting up from his seat. Hotch was doing the same thing.

"We don't work tomorrow," Emily reminded them as she took another sip of her glass.

"No, but some of us have early bird sons," Hotch smiled tightly. "My only day off and I still have to get up before eight."

JJ agreed with the sentiment and lowered her wine glass. The others laughed.

"Take the leftovers please," Aitana said, "JJ brought a ton of stuff! It's in the kitchen!"

"What, I don't like coming to someone's house empty-handed," JJ said with her hands raised in defense. "Besides, Spence brought a boxload of those chocolate lollipops or something."

"I only brought one," said Spencer with a scrunched nose. "And that was an apology, not for you."

"Oh," Emily's lips morphed into a dramatic 'o' shape. "Watch out JJ, you've been replaced."

"Shut up," Aitana gave Emily a gentle shove. "No one here is replacing anyone. We're not doing that anymore. And Rossi, Hotch, seriously, take some of the wine in the kitchen. Angel and I don't really drink a lot."

She herself guided the two men into her kitchen to make sure that they took the bottles. When she returned to the living room, she came out with the very box JJ had spoken of.

"I will share," she informed her remaining guests. "But you only get one."

Emily and JJ laughed and made fun of Aitana's concept of sharing. Aitana ignored them as she took one more chocolate lollipop out of the box and walked over to where Spencer was. He'd become interested in her fish tank, completely engrossed in it for that matter.

"I know, I'm a hoarder of fish," Aitana said as she came up beside Spencer.

"Not really," he said, straightening up, "There's the same amount as last time. Still haven't found Venus and Mars yet?"

Aitana beamed, although a moment later she realized she shouldn't even bother being delighted that he remembered. Of course he would remember. He remembered everything. "No, no I haven't. I thought I found Mars but it turned out to be a a bust."

"You're seriously naming those fishes after planets?" JJ looked bemused more than anything. "Sounds like something Henry would do."

Aitana chuckled rather nervously. "I mean...yeah...guess it is kinda silly…"

"It's an interesting idea that I've never seen," Spencer said, looking at JJ with some disapproval. He of all people knew what it was like to have his interests shut down, even if it wasn't with the intention to be rude. It still didn't feel all that good. "And if I see a fish that might fit your idea, I'll send you a picture," he said to Aitana.

Her smile came back with full force. "I'd like that," she said, flushing red. She had no idea why but everything felt pretty warm. She offered Spencer a marshmallow chocolate lollipop.

Spencer took it from Aitana with his own smile, although if he had asked JJ and Emily they would've told him he seemed rather flushed as well.

A/N:

So it seems like fanfic . net is being useless again because I'm not getting notifications about anything again no matter what I do. It says that my email doesn't recognize the site's email address which is total bull because I have it listed as as contact. So just an fyi for anyone who's on this platform, check your account settings because they may have messed with your account too .

#ocapp #allaboutocs #ochub #criminal minds #Spencer Reid #Spencer Reid fics #Spencer Reid imagines #Spencer Reid x oc #criminal minds oc #cm fics #cm imagines #oc: aitana serrano #fic: against all odds

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rigil-kentauris · 8 months ago

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URIANGER: 2,4, 7 OR 8 (whichever you prefer), 15-16-OR-17 (again, preference), 20, 23

RUBS MY GREEDY LITTLE HANDS TOGETHER HELL YEAH

urianger my beloved

okay let me go dig up my questions

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

I LOVE HIS THEE AND THOU-ING. I especially love the fact that. There's no reasons like culturally for him to be like this, most sharlayans talk normally, if not a touch more formally. he made himself like this. i adore it.

i forget here it is (if its an npc who says it or if its a lorebook thing) but i like the part where the lore says hes Like This because of all those damn prophecy tomes he was on as a little kid. so i just imagine tiny little urianger looking at Ye Old Prophies and COMMITTING. he is precious to me

Small thing: I also love his stupid two sets of goggles when in his Potato Sack era.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

hmm... i feel like if i just sent him off on his own, he would wilt a bit. i would want to put him in something that gave him a fun, relaxing time, and think if thats to be accomplished I would have to send some of his People with him. he's been alone an awful lot and i see those as times that have also been or ended Bad. i think that might be something he dwells on.

OH I KNOW. okay weird one. but. BUT. hear me out. i would send him to Roller Coaster Tycoon. I know that's just technically just like a theme park but when i build them they are the BEST POSSIBLE THEME PARKS IN THE WORLD. if he could bring than, ryne, and gaia along, i just know he'd be really fulfilled by having a Fun Family Trip. i kind of see him as the guy who happily holds the bags and waits at the end of the ride. and i KNOW gaias got bags. also i feel like he is taking pictures and making the kids wear silly Park Gear. they go to some of the slow like Sitting and or Show type rides for him.

also if he was in RCT i could pick him up and Dangle him. not like malevolently but with the same emotion as I would have if I was Rotating Him

also also i have. forgotten everything ive ever read played or watched so im sure i have a better answer rolling around in there but alas.

7/8. What’s something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like/despise?

I don't actually know much about the fandom takes on Urianger. Most of what I see is people analyzing his actions w/ The Warriors of Darkness and in Shadowbringers, and I haven't seen it be unfair yet. I think, though, I am not deep in the Fandom.

OH you know what I do hate. Every now and again people will mishear a bit about 1.0, and start popping off about how ~~~~~~secretly~~~~ Urianger is ACTUALLY a millennial old WISE and SCHEMING IMMORTAL WIZARD~~~~~~. I cannot blame anyone for thinking that, but it drives me off the wall. hes a 29 year old weird PhD haver who went around at aetherytes and chanting his insane End Of The World prophecies, he wears EITHER potato sack OR a backless dress and the only thing he knows how to do other than is eat hot chip be bisexual and tell the most insane lies possible. actually come to think of it i feel like HE was the one who started the insane lie ' is ACTUALLY a millennial old WISE and SCHEMING IMMORTAL WIZARD' so. either that or it was a general team effort. im getting into the weeds here so i digress.

urianger is so weird. i love him.

15. What’s your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn’t matter if it’s canon or not.)

I'm on that Urianger/Than ship if the bit about the theme park didn't give me away lol. I also like Uri/Moen but if I had to pick one it would be Uri/Than. Uri/Moen makes me sad to think about...

16/17. What’s your least favorite ship for this character?

Lol I havehit up the archive for this one. I'm genuinely not sure what the most popular ships are for Uri outside of Thancred. My guess is Uri/WoL, then Moen. But lets see.

lmao i opened the ffxiv tag and the first fic is an Uri/Than fic ive been reading which YIPPE! its updated!

okay im back its all than/uri and some uri/WoL. there are other ships but i got to the point where there were so few it would feel like kicking a life-raft to mention them.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn’t matter?

I thought about this long and hard. I went at it from every logical angle. I took apart his characteristics, history, things he's done and to who. Interests, likes dislikes. I thought HARD.

I could NOT shake my immediate and initial thought of Estinien. I haven't got a stick to shake at my pile of evidence I just feel this in my heart.

I guess I was very impacted by uh... when was it. The Scions were in the Rising Stones, and Uri was mentioning he was going to get some books or something to try and share with Estinien to get to know him. It was the most endearing shit I have ever seen and it cut me to the bone. I think probably that attempt did not work but I do not care. GO FOR IT URIANGER! i also, i suppose, wonder how many friends Uri has every actively tried to make himself. like in childhood it seemed more like moenbryda Selected him, and that not many other kids liked him. his complicated history with the scions is complicated, but i think obviously he has to put in active effort to maintain those relationships (ESPECIALLY SINCE HE LOVE HOT CHIP LIES), but a lot of his character development w/ the scions seems more akin to 'hey this is the guy on our team we've known each other for like a decade so we are friends now' and less akin to 'hi my name is urianger can i show you some cool books'

its just intriguing to me why he did that. i hope so much it works out.

also come to think of it i dont know how many friends ESTINIEN have sought out of his own volition. he actively avoids aymeric half the time. orn kahi appears to have also gone the moenbryda route of Mine Now. tataru and krile had to actively hunt and Blackmail him into the scions. certainly i would call him friends with us now, and he cares a lot about alphinaud, but as far as Who Reached Out To Who, i think he is actually in the same boat as uri. huh.

vrtra, i think, is it. though i haven't had enough review time to say who lead that one.

now i want to see uri and estinien sitting silently in a room doing their own separate silent tasks (uri is reading a Tome, estinien is Caring For Weapons) SPECIFICALLY so i can caption it 'tag two blokes who do fuck all'. maybe its alisaie sneaking a bad blurry picture over her shoulder with her front camera and sending it to alphinaud.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

oh man i dont know. theres so much good ingame content and there SO MUCH GOOD ART and i do not have ANY of it tagged by character. let me go look.

OH NO I KNOW this is my favorite image of urianger of all time i want to cry every time i look at it. the fucking. expressions. i cant possibly describe in words how MUCH i feel when viewing this image. im going to pop.

#tag games #if my room was cleaner and i had a proper place to Display it i would get a print #the quantity of emotions #overwhelming #asks #ffxiv #endwalker spoilers

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drea-exclusives · 8 months ago

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Short Story 1

Alyssa’s POV

“Honey, you need to wake up. It’s urgent.” I squinted as Derrek pulled the blankets off me, peering at the clock on our nightstand to figure out what time it was. Usually, I would protest in a whine and ask why he woke me up so early on the weekend but this time, I could tell something was different; by the look on his face and the tone of his voice, something was evidently very wrong. His voice was stern as he stood at the bedside, one arm crossed and the other touching his tensed-up face, waiting impatiently for me to get up as if he had serious news to break.

I sat up in bed slowly but felt as if my head was cloudy and I couldn’t remember anything from last night. “It’s probably just a headache,” I thought to myself, brushing it off and not thinking too much of it as I pulled myself together to listen to what Derrek had to say. “I don’t know how else to say this but... Lauren was found dead this morning on her kitchen floor. She was found with stab wounds on her abdomen, it seems to have been a homicide...” Wait, I have to be dreaming, this doesn’t feel real. “What did you say?? Lauren is dead?? Does Kevin know about this, what on earth happened??” I exclaimed in utter shock as anyone would upon hearing that their neighbour was found stabbed to death.

“Kevin was the one who told me. He came back from his business trip this morning and found her that way in their kitchen. The police are investigating now, and I think I saw Cathy when I went to talk to Kevin. I think she’s on the case,” Derrek said as he let out a sigh and put his face in his hands, visibly speechless. “Cathy’s on the case? Is she still at their house? I-I’ll go look for her and see if they need any help. Oh god, I can’t believe this is happening,” I say as I hurriedly grab my coat and bag on the hanger and rush out before Derrek could finish what he wanted to say. My head was still fuzzy and in a haze, and now on top of that all this is happening so quickly. But I had no time to question it, they needed all the help they could get to figure out what happened to Lauren, and I was ready to help in any way I could with my previous experiences in investigating, even though I never ended up working in this field professionally.

I dashed over to Lauren and Kevin’s house and locked eyes with Cathy who I hadn’t seen since our college days. As I couldn’t go any closer to the scene that was being investigated, Cathy came out and gave me a reassuring hug. “I’m so sorry, Lyss. You and Derrek must’ve been close with her,” she said with a look of sympathy yet determination to solve this case. “We were, but I want to help your team out if there’s any way I can. I know it’s not my profession or responsibility, but you know me, I’ve had some experience in the past and of course, I’m Lauren’s neighbour as well. It would be relieving for me if there was any way I could chip in, please consider it Cath.”

And just like that, I was set to help them figure out any clues that would be useful in solving Lauren’s case. I’m no expert, and heck I’m not sure if I could be of use at all, but it would lighten something in me knowing that I could get Lauren the justice she deserves. I’m going to find and hunt down the person behind this no matter what it takes. Speaking of which, although I don’t have the same skills and abilities as my best friend and her colleagues who were trained in this field to decipher mysteries and get to the bottom of homicides, what I did discover recently is that I could hear and talk to the shadows that linger in the dark. And when I say talk to them, I mean full on, insightful conversations with them.

I know, I sound like a mad woman. I thought I was losing my mind too when I began hearing them call my name, I was petrified the first time it happened because who wouldn’t be hearing voices coming from the shadows in your room. But ever so slowly, I realised that they weren’t out to get me or had malicious intentions, they’re just like friends speaking to me! Which is all the more why Derrek and Cathy don’t know about this yet, because they probably would have an exorcism performed if they had found out. Plus, I want to find out more about these talking shadows before I let them in on my abnormal abilities.

I snapped out of my daze and found myself back in my room, hearing said shadows whispering in my ear. “Don’t get involved in the case, Alyssa! Back off now before it’s too late!”Just as those voices whispered to me eagerly, I recalled what I was thinking of before I started daydreaming — what was going on with the shadows? They are usually nonchalant, but ever since what happened to Lauren, they seem to be restless and afraid, as if they are warning me about something but I haven’t the slightest idea what it is. It’s been like this for a few days, and every time I try to ask them if they know anything about what happened to Lauren they disappear and go back into hiding, refusing to tell me anything. The only significant hint they’ve left is about Derrek, who I’ve found myself being more wary and anxious around lately for reasons I can’t pinpoint. Nonetheless, I brush it off. I can’t let some shadows throw me off course, I must get to the bottom of Lauren’s murder.

But as the days start to pass, the more confused and tangled up I find myself in this case. The clues I’ve gathered along with updates given to me by Cathy and her team don’t seem to add up. Moreover, from alibis to witnesses to security footage, something about it all elicits an uneasy feeling in me. My head begins to hurt more as well, as I find gaps in my memory recalling what I’ve been up to the past few days; everything is just a little off. The shadows included have been acting up and behaving disturbingly, muttering noises of panic and fear that become progressively more concerning every day.

Distressed, I was about to head downstairs to tell Derrek about my symptoms and perhaps ask him to bring me to the clinic when suddenly, my phone rang. I was startled by the ringtone playing from my phone, it seems that everything that has been happening lately has flustered me. “Lyssa, I need you to come in now. There’s something we need to talk to you about,” Cathy said over the phone in what sounded like a serious manner, which is unlike her usual self. At this point I’m afraid to find out what else I’m about to encounter after all the recent events. The familiar whispers of the shadows begin to make me second-guess my decision to participate in this case. “What was it they knew that I didn’t?” I thought to myself nervously as my palms started to sweat, trying to console myself while preparing to head to the police department to find out what urgent matters the police had to discuss with me.

Just as I was about to leave the house, Derrek called out to me. “Alyssa, what is this??” He exclaims with a look of shock and confusion on his face. I stopped in my tracks upon seeing the medical records in his hand. “When were you going to tell me about this? ‘Medical Diagnosis: Schizophrenia’,” he read aloud from the papers. I stood frozen, unknowing what to reply for a couple seconds. I had been diagnosed for a while but hadn’t had the chance to tell him yet, the diagnosis just didn’t sit right with me and I felt the need to get a second opinion, that is until all of this went down recently.

“You know what? It’s all beginning to make sense now. I didn’t want to tell you since I know you’ve been busy dealing with Lauren’s case, but the way you’ve been acting lately has been out of character. This doesn’t feel like you, Alyssa. And with this diagnosis, it all adds up to the way you’ve been talking to yourself lately. You’re mentally ill, Alyssa. You shouldn’t be working on this case, and you know that. Please.” Derrek’s train of thought that he had been withholding lately began to unravel, and so did mine after everything he had just said. “Excuse me?? How dare you claim that I am mentally ill, and it’s not myself that I’ve been talking to lately but the shadows. I can hear them, Derrek. They’re speaking to me and lately they’ve been reacting unusually and it’s making me go insane, and-”

“The shadows aren’t real, Alyssa! They aren’t there! Honey, please. You need to wake up.” Derrek begged, holding me by my arms and shaking me as he interrupted what I had to say. All of a sudden, my thoughts were clouded upon hearing what Derrek said. Everything was starting to untangle as I began recalling the memories which I had lost for the past few days. I fell to the ground, feeling my head spiral as I felt my consciousness awakening as I pieced it all together. The shadows which had been my subconscious, voices in my head preventing me from finding out the truth of the homicide.

I stood up from the floor, gobsmacked as more things started coming back to me all at once. My eyes darted to Derrek who was standing in front of me, waiting to see what was happening to me. “You. It was you who made me kill Lauren. Both of you with your little affair behind my back, you betrayers!” I yelled, finally figuring out the missing piece of the puzzle, the explanation to everything. But Derrek stood there, as if waiting for me to finally work out the mystery. I felt myself becoming feral, losing the ability to control my emotions and actions. “How could he stand there and not say anything?? Had he known this the entire time?? Why did they do this to me, why did they make me like this??” The thoughts ran through my head as Derrek finally made a move, stepping closer to me.

I ran to the kitchen, throwing any furniture that was within my reach towards Derrek to stop him from following me. “Alyssa, please. Listen to me!” he said in a concerned tone. I laughed, why on earth would I listen to him? And after all the torture he had put me through. As I had finally reached the kitchen counter, I grabbed a knife; recalling that this was the very knife I had used to kill Lauren, all of it was right under my nose. As I turned around with the knife in hand, ready to make Derrek pay for everything, the noise of a shot gun went off.

I collapsed to the floor, my mind beginning to go blank as I stared at the wound in my chest. Everything is foggy, my vision starts blurring and my heartbeat unstable, finding it difficult to breathe. I take a last glance up at Derrek who has tears streaming down his face, barely keeping it together as he calls for paramedics. Everything flashes back to me for the last time, the scene of catching Derrek and Lauren cheating and going over next door that Friday night, stabbing Lauren with my kitchen knife and watching her bleed out to her death. “I’m in the same position as her now,” I thought to myself as my breath hitched and my eyes closed for the last time.

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or-something-better · 2 years ago

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August 16, 2022

(Audition for Mary with Ruby’s help)

1. Ruby is working on some new spells in her apartment. She’d been spending a lot of extra time there because she felt something big was going to happen. She does a quick spell then disappears in a flash of blue smoke.

meanwhile

Mary is on a dirt road, she’d been tracking a demon for the last few days, but had been hiding it from the team. She tried to pull up some information from the “internet” on the new cell phone that Charlie gave her, but couldn’t figure it out. She swears and throws the phone down in frustration mumbling to herself about doing this the old fashioned way. She starts the car and drives away.

Ruby

Sitting on the apartment living room floor, I look over the spell one more time, I make sure I have all the ingredients ready. I just know this is the one spell I’ve been looking for. I can just feel something big is about to happen.

Lighting the match and recite the spell, “O magnum spiritus meam audiunt, placitum, ut omnes bene, cum hoc carmine”

Tossing in the match, the ingredients light up and suddenly I’m transported in a flash of blue smoke.

Mary

driving on a dirt tracking a demon

Tries to look at information on the internet but can't figure it out Dang it. Throws the phone time to go old school drives off down the road

2. Alex and Charlie are sitting at the bunker looking for cases when Sam comes in looking for Mary. She’d only been back a few days and he worried that the world was overwhelming. Alex asks why he’s so worried and Sam explains that she’d been acting weird. Dean had brought it up and was upset, so he thought he would talk with her to make sure she was ok. Charlie tells Sam about the cell phone she had given Mary that morning and that she’d put a tracking chip in it. Sam smiles and thanks Charlie and they open the app on the laptop. Alex comments on there being nothing in the area of Mary’s location. Charlie checks the history and Sam comments that it looked like she was tracking something. Charlie suggests going to find her and they agree.

Charlie

sitting at the map table on my laptop I turn to Alex nothing setting off any red flags for me yet, you?

Sam

Walking out of my room, I see Charlie and Alex Oh, hey guys, have either of you seen mom today? I’m just asking, cause she’s only been back here a few days and I’m just a little worried that things might be a bit overwhelming for her, you know?

Charlie

Why so worried, Sam? Your mom is pretty tough

Sam

Well, I was talking to Dean a little bit ago actually and he seemed kind of concerned about her. Just thought I’d check in and see how things were really going.

Charlie

Well… I did give her a cell phone this morning…. We can track her?

Sam

Perfect. Smart thinking Charlie, can you tell me where she is?

Charlie

Sure! opening the tracker app on my laptop I point out Mary’s location not a lot happening in that area … wonder what she’s doing

Sam

Huh, does that look like she’s tracking something to you?

Charlie

It kind of does…. Why else would she go there? Doesn’t she know not to hunt alone?!

Sam

Yeah, she does but its been a lot of years since she was earth-side. I'm going to go find her, you coming with?

Charlie

Of course, I want to be sure she’s ok too. Sam why are you so worried? Your mom is pretty tough Let’s go grabbing a bag I head out to Sam’s car

3. Ruby is in a clearing in the forest gathering ingredients for a spell that she was working on to protect herself from lucifer when suddenly she’s shot with a demon trap bullet. Mary enters the clearing and tells her that whatever she was up to, was about to end. Ruby recognizes Mary from the photo on Sam’s nightstand, she hadn’t yet met her but had heard she was back. She tries to explain to Mary that she isn’t a threat and Mary isn’t having it. Because of the bullet she can’t move and Mary comes forward with the demon blade in hand. Ruby is terrified and trying to reason with her.

Ruby

Walking around the third forest clearing today, I make a careful search. “I know I saw some feverfew here before.” Talking to myself, I continue my search for the rest of the ingredients. This spell was too important to leave out any ingredient! Lucifer wasn’t going to be able to find me as easily as he thinks he can!

Heading for another grove, I’m suddenly shot in the back! I can’t move! I hear someone walking toward me. Son of a Bitch! It’s my own fault for not paying better attention!

Mary

walks into the clearing whatever you think you're doing is about to end

Ruby

A blonde haired woman comes into my peripheral vision. I blink a couple of times thinking I know this woman. But from where? Suddenly I see her face in a picture frame on Sam’s side of the bed. This is Mary, Sam’s mother!

Mary

walks forward with the demon blade

Ruby

“Please! I won’t harm you. Please listen to me!*

Mary

No. I know you're up to something. moves closer with the blade

4. Sam pulls up to the clearing where he sees Mary’s car. Curious as to what she’s doing he gets out with Charlie and Alex right behind him. They hear ruby and Sam gets alarmed and runs towards the sound. Charlie and Alex do their best to keep up. Sam comes upon the scene just as Mary is about to stab ruby with the blade and yells. Mary jumps and Sam comes to ruby’s aid. Charlie and Alex catch up and ask what is happening. Mary explains how she’d felt useless since she came back and really wanted a hunt- she thought it may help. Sam explains Ruby’s position with team free will and Mary apologizes. Charlie says she is just thankful they got there in time. Alex agrees, while Sam helps ruby remove the bullet. (Free run the end and head back to the bunker)

Sam

I see the car Mom’s driving and pull the Charger off the road. Looking back at Alex and over at Charlie, I try to smile to show I’m not really worried. Let’s go and see what we can see I open the door and climb out of the car.

Charlie

knowing Sam is putting on a brave face, I grab my go bag and follow when I hear yelling do you hear that?

Sam

Carried on the breeze I hear Ruby’s voice and stop in my tracks unable to understand why. Then my brain kicks back into gear and I realize that it can’t be for anything good. Shit! Breaking into a run, I follow the sound of her voice.

Mary

tries to stab Ruby with the demon blade

Charlie

seeing Sam take off, I run behind him as fast as my short legs will allow

Sam

Seeing Mom just about to stab Ruby, my heart beats faster and I know I can’t reach her in time to stop her. MOM!! NO!!

Mary

jumps

Sam

My scream distracts for just the few seconds it takes me to close the gap. Getting in between her and Ruby, I push Ruby backwards a step.

Charlie

What is going on here? looking around at the scene I begin to make deductions

Mary

I just felt useless since I got back and needed a hunt

Sam

I understand that’s how you feel, I do… but Ruby here, believe it or not is on our side. She’s one of the good ones. I know that probably sounds really odd to you. Saying that demons are good at anything. Mom, things have changed. They’ve changed a LOT since you… since you died. Let us help you get back up to speed. Just give us a chance, okay?

Charlie

I’m just thankful we got here in time!

Mary

I'm sorry

Sam

Turning to Ruby Are you okay?

Ruby

“I have a devil’s trap bullet in my back.”

Sam

Going around behind her, I pull a knife from my pocket and make the hole in her shirt a bit bigger. This is gonna hurt... sorry. I Start digging for the bullet.

Ruby

I grit my teeth as he digs the bullet out of my back!

Sam

The bullet finally pops out into my hand. There

Ruby

Wiggling my feet, I'm relieved I look over at Mary "Sorry we couldn't have met under better circumstances."

Gabe

Mary? Welcome to the family

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themoomoorn · 2 years ago

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This argument also falls apart by sheer virtue of Houses' Claude coming out the way he does even when Byleth doesn't teach his House. He isn't a simpering, tantrum-throwing idiot who blames the CC for absolutely everything wrong in his life and decides to take some merc's half-humored suggestion to heart and become a king. He doesn't insurrect a foreign power that was trying to make peace (and vice versa!) with its long-standing foe into invading because the latter "deserved it." He doesn't let his dislike of Rhea have him wipe out an entire religious branch that has real, tangible followers. He's a steadfast leader whose "schemes" aren't even really schemes. Saying that Claude was always dark-hearted is disingenuous.

This Claude isn't even a villain that stands on his own - Folks like this "dark-hearted Claude" by virtue that he's essentially Edelgard with darker skin, brown hair, and a penis. Furthermore, he goes about his plans in a manner that run counter to his desire for more open borders and understanding between multiple countries. As I have mentioned before, this behavioral shift can't be wholly blamed on what happens to Shahid either.

So then what your saying is, you DON'T actually like three houses. Both 3h and 3hw are 'badly written', and are written by the SAME PEOPLE. (Its literally said in the interview too).

The first 3h interview: "Yeah, Claude's actually not that great a guy",

Claude in 3hw: Isn't that great a guy.

You: Surprise pikachu face.

Bro that is literally not what the first interview said. The first one said, bolded mine:

Claude started with the keyword of “schemer hero,” and I thought he’d weave more plots behind the scenes, and you can’t hate him, but he’s still a bad guy… But as I was writing him, he ended up more of a pure good guy than originally planned (laughs).

It was not "he was always a bad guy" it was always "he was supposed to be a bad guy but didn't turn out that way." Meaning him being a bad guy is, in fact - and say it with me - out of character. If you're going to come into my askbox sounding so sure of yourself, it'd do ya good to keep your facts straight.

"So what you're saying is," I like the game, asshole. Don't try to put words in my mouth; I said what I said and meant it. Just because the concept of enjoying flawed things is apparently just beyond you doesn't mean shit to me - not my problem, that's all on you.

And also: dunno if you're the same anon, but here's a couple posts that very succinctly explain why "same writers" isn't completely accurate, made by someone who literally translated the interviews

#You still invaded my country egglegard that's unacceptable #Oh you gave me a bag of chips??? LETS TEAM UP #three hopes spoilers #clob von riggles #3nopes claude is trash #there i said it #golden dumpsterfire #egglegard #meta musings #Houses Claude:#Hopes Claude:

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jadequeen88 · 2 years ago

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Watchin' You

Summary:

He walked around the corner of the building that housed the showers when he saw them. Eddie knew that was your canvas bag, the very one he saw you pull out of the floorboard of his van when you got out. There was no mistaking that the black, lace boy shorts lying on top of your other clothes were yours. It looked like you’d stepped out of them and laid them right on the bag. That could only mean one thing… “Oh, fuck me sideways…” You’d been wearing these. You sat in Eddie’s van wearing these exact panties.

Notes:

I had a mighty need for more Virgin Eddie content that resulted in this monstrosity of a one-shot... that will have a part two! Let me know what y'all think of my characterization of our boy in the comments!

TWs: Virgin Eddie Munson, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Eddie Munson Has ADHD, Vaginal Fingering, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss, First Time Blow Jobs, Panty Kink, Eddie Munson is a panty thief, Panty thief

“Hey.”

Eddie looks around his locker door to ensure he’s not hallucinating, that an actual, real-life girl is speaking to him.

“Y-yeah? Me?” goddammit, of course, his voice would choose to crack now.

“Yeah, you.”

Oh god, you’re pretty. Like, music-video-vixen level pretty. It’s terrifying.

“Um, what is it?”

“Smooth moves, jackass. Now you sound like a dick,” he thinks.

You bite your bottom lip, looking slightly amused. Ah, shit. You’re about to laugh in his face, aren't you?

“We’re twins,” you say, holding out the bottom of your t-shirt. Sure as shit, you are in matching Iron Maiden shirts. Eddie nearly faints. However, what he actually does could be considered worse than fainting in front of his dream girl.

“Oh,” he squeaks out, slamming his locker door and turning to walk away quickly.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! What the fuck was that?! his brain screams. The first time a girl speaks to him without ill intent, a girl who likes his favorite band no less, and he runs away like a bitch. Perfect.

That was the only interaction between you and the awkward metalhead in high school, but it was enough to make a lasting impression

After that day, Eddie soaked up any and all information about you that he could. He knew you had just transferred from Indianapolis and that you played the French Horn. You must be good because he discovered that you were first chair and section leader. Eddie knew that you liked to skip your third-period gym class to smoke. You often joked with your friends about how your days playing your instrument were numbered due to the bad habit (he may or may not also skip that period just to sit on the other side of the tall brick wall to hear your voice, not creepy at all, shut up).

He knew that you used expensive Italian perfume to cover the smell of cigarette smoke; something that in Eddie’s mind smelled like sophistication and raw sex appeal, but according to what you told Buckley, actually smelled like bergamot, sandalwood, and patchouli. He also knew you used cherry chapstick instead of lipstick in neon shades as other girls did. You didn’t wear much make-up, mainly eyeliner which made your eyes darker and more mysterious.

He knew that you mostly stuck to your group of band kids. There was this one time, however, when you saw Carol Perkins trip one of the chess team kids in the cafeteria. You gave her a black eye in front of the entire school and got suspended for a week. It was the most metal thing Eddie had ever seen.

He could write a novel about you. He could fill chapters describing how your hair caught the sunlight or how you twirled your rings around your fingers when you were concentrating on a test. He could write sonnets about your chipped, black nail polish and scuffed Docs. He could write dissertations about the intricacies of your music tastes and how closely they align with his tastes based on the bits of band merch you owned and how you chose to wear them.

But Eddie couldn’t fucking speak to you.

He considered it almost daily. But he’d always end up nauseous at the very thought of trying to approach you. So he never did, and you walked that stage in May of 1983 never to set foot in the halls of Hawkins High again. You got your diploma, went back to Indianapolis for college, and left Eddie behind to rot in the dusty trailer park he called home.

If you’d told Eddie then that a few years later, he’d be trauma bonded with Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, and “King Steve” Harrington after fighting interdimensional monsters and saving the world, he’d have laughed in your face. But here he is, freshly graduated (finally), surrounded by friends, and sporting some gnarly scars to prove it all happened.

He was out by Steve’s pool (one of the perks of having a rich friend) watching the sunset and sharing stories with his friend over a beer. The crunch of gravel on the driveway drew their attention to the front of the house as they were standing to compare demobat scars.

“Buckley and Wheeler?” Eddie asked. Steve nodded.

“Yeah, and Robin’s other friend. Just graduated college. I don’t really know her that well, but she spent her senior year in Hawkins. She was a band kid or something, I think. Played the same instrument as Robin,” Steve waves his hands in a vague gesture trying to think of what the instrument in question was again. “That… big, curly trumpet.”

Eddie swallowed hard. “French horn…” he whispered, and Steve snapped his fingers in frustration that he’d forgotten the name of his best friend’s instrument.

There’s no way, it couldn’t be…

He didn’t have time to do more than grip the glass bottle in his hand and stare towards the side of the house where their friends’ voices echoed. He felt too exposed shirtless, so he bolted to grab his cropped Metallica tee and hurriedly threw it over his head.

“The fuck is your problem, man?” Steve asked, weirded out at his easy-going friend’s sudden burst of anxiety.

“Just,” he waved his hands around in frustration, trying to formulate a proper response. “The scars. They’re kinda gnarly, ya know?”

Steve scoffed. “Pretty sure it was Nance and me who kept you from bleeding out, and Robin has seen more of us than either of us are comfortable with, so what-”

Eddie shifted on his feet uncomfortably, arms crossed over his chest and eyes on the ground. Steve bent forward to meet his gaze, hands on his narrow hips and sporting a shit-eating grin.

“Oh shit, is it the band girl? Do you know her?” Steve walked towards him, speaking in a hushed tone, eyes brimming with mischief. The thought of Eddie “cold, cynical heart” Munson having a schoolboy crush was sending him over the moon with glee.

“Fuck off, Harrington,” Eddie hissed in Steve’s face right before you and the rest of the group rounded the corner of the house.

“Holy hell,” Steve murmured low enough for only Eddie to hear, “Didn’t know band nerds could look like that.”

Eddie was so enchanted by your sudden appearance that he almost missed the salacious tone of Steve’s voice. Almost.

“I will end you, Harrington. I swear to God, if you-”

“Jesus man, cool it. I won’t step on any toes,” he raised his hands in surrender, and Eddie’s glare softened marginally. “I’m only noticing what anyone who isn’t blind would.”

Eddie took a moment to look at you properly. You hadn’t noticed him yet, so he used the opportunity to drink in your form. He felt like a man wandering the desert deprived of water, finally making it to the bank of a river. Sure, he pined after you for an embarrassingly long time after you left Hawkins, and he never really forgot about you. There were other crushes and even a couple of make-out sessions, but they were never you. Seeing you now in that flowing, white swimsuit cover, skin glistening with sun tan oil, and that blinding smile spread across your face, Eddie felt like that sixteen-year-old loser who ran from you in the halls at school.

“Yeah, well,” Eddie grumbled under his breath so only Steve could hear. “If you try anything, I’ll make sure you do end up blind.” He schooled his features to look unfazed the closer you got.

“Jesus,” Steve wheezed, still a little shocked at Eddie’s rare burst of aggression. The last time he saw him this worked up he was holding a broken beer bottle to his neck in Reefer Rick’s boat shed. “Got it, chief. No funny business outta me.”

Eddie was so fucked. Not only was he trying to deal with being in your presence again without making an ass of himself, but his friends were also onto him. It’s almost like fighting monsters and nearly dying in a hell-dimension together made you all very perceptive of behavioral shifts. Who knew? It’s nice for Eddie to have a group of friends who finally get him, but hella inconvenient when he’s trying to hide the fact that he has a crush on the new addition to the group.

Steve, naturally, noticed first. Seeing Eddie get all “aggro” right off the bat killed any chances of him playing it cool. So his gaze followed him throughout the night, observing how Eddie would interact with you.

Steve’s attention then spurred Robin's attention. And when she has her sights honed in on a situation, it’s like a Great White sensing a drop of blood in the water.

The “Scoop Troop Wonder Twins” gawking at him (they were not being subtle at all, by the way) caught the attention of “super-sleuth” Nancy Wheeler. That led to the three of them huddled in a mass, whispering together on the opposite edge of the pool.

The only radars that Eddie was managing to fly under were Jonathan and Argyle’s. That’s not hard to do since they were balls-high on Purple Palm Tree Delight as soon as they sat in the metal deck chairs on Steve’s patio.

Then there you were, partaking in the rotation with the two stoners, a spot Eddie usually occupied. With your feet propped in an empty chair, he could hear you talking passionately about music with the other two. When he looked up as he heard you call out to him, Eddie knew his face had to give away how shocked he was.

“Hey! It’s Eddie, right?” You moved your feet out of the empty chair and motioned him over. “I remember you being a man of taste. Come over here and back me up on this.”

Eddie would readily agree to anything you asked of him. He’d fight to the death over it now.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” he scratched his head a little and walked over to sit.

You promptly handed him the tightly rolled joint, smoke curling out of your nostrils like some sort of sexy wyvern, eyes half-lidded and just a little red. Oh god, he’s so terribly in love.

“I’m going to give you two options to choose from. No right or wrong, no pressure. But be warned,” then your lips curled in a mischievous smirk. He was reminded again of a dragon offering a riddle to a poor mortal that stumbled upon her hoard, the answer granting safe passage or untimely demise. “I will remember how you answer, and I will definitely judge you for it.”

Eddie almost choked on the smoke he’d inhaled like he was fourteen again and smoking for the first time behind his uncle’s trailer. “Wow, yeah. No pressure at all. Okay, hit me,” he responded, trying to appear calm as he passed the joint to Argyle.

“Black Sabbath with Ozzy? Or Black Sabbath with Dio? You’ve got thirty seconds,” you grinned evilly, swinging one leg over the other and leveling your dark gaze at him.

“Oh shit, man. Uh,” Eddie was losing it. He didn’t expect such a difficult decision. Choosing between his two favorite metal vocalists? Pure torture. But he’s a professional metalhead, after all. He’s put thought into this very question. “Ozzy Sabbath is iconic, of course. But Heaven and Hell is hands down one of the best albums ever written.”

You clapped once loudly and then pointed at Jonathan cackling. “What did I say?! One of Sabbath’s best albums ever made was with Dio fronting!”

The shaggy-haired stoner groaned and rolled his eyes. You looked over at Eddie, biting back a wide grin. “Jonathan said Sabbath wasn’t really Sabbath anymore once Ozzy left and that no one would agree with me when I defended Heaven and Hell!”

“Wait, you listen to Sabbath, Byers?” Eddie questioned, brows raised. He never took the gangly pothead as someone who would listen to metal.

“I listen to a little of everything, I guess,” he mumbled, passing the joint back to you to start another rotation.

You leaned your head back to gaze at the stars that just started to appear in the sky as you blew the fragrant smoke from your lips. “You passed my test. Congrats,” you extended your arm to Eddie, looking at him softly. Your fingers brushed as you handed over the roach, the joint almost gone by now. “I won’t judge you so harshly now.”

Maybe it was the high setting in, but Eddie swore he saw you throw a little wink his way. There was no stopping the goofy little grin taking over his face as he took the last hit off the joint and relaxed into his chair.

Eddie wasn’t ever, nor ever would be religious, but there is one quote he’s often heard that has stuck in his brain:

“The Lord gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers.”

It only confirms there is no Christian god in his mind. He’s been thrown into the toughest battles of his life constantly over the past few weeks, and if there is one thing Eddie knows for sure, it’s the fact that he is no one’s strongest soldier.

Today’s challenge took the form of a slip of black lace peeking out of the top of your duffle bag.

This most recent dilemma was the result of Eddie agreeing to something he’d always avoided until now…

Fucking camping

Eddie hated the outdoors and hated being forced to spend more time than necessary roaming them. (Uncle Wayne always blamed it on having a dad who only ever taught him how to commit crimes and never took him camping as a small child, but who knows?). As soon as you consented to the idea, Eddie was totally on board with going along. Steve started to give him shit for agreeing so quickly to something he knew his friend hated until Eddie leveled him with a glare so toxic it could melt the paint off the walls.

By this point, he was pretty sure everyone besides you knew about his crush (and probably Argyle, but that guy was constantly operating on another wavelength). Even Nancy started giving him knowing looks behind her permed bangs when he’d laugh just a tad bit too loud at your jokes. Eddie nearly threw Steve out of his passenger's seat when you asked to hitch a ride with him out to Lover’s Lake campground.

“What the fuck, man! I can just get in the back-”

“Nope. No. Fuck off, Harrington. Take your own car this time.”

“But I just washed-,”

“Don’t care…”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake!”

Steve relented, making up a random excuse for taking his car. Robin happily jumped into the passenger seat of his little Mercedes and took over his radio. Eddie just grinned and threw a middle finger at his friend, who glared at him over the top of his car before getting inside.

“Thank god I’m riding with you! I don’t think I could suffer through any more of Argyle’s stoner tunes.” you hopped into Eddie’s van wearing a cropped Mercyful Fate tee and tiny denim cut-offs. So much exposed skin with no warning was doing terrible things for Eddie’s poor, inexperienced (dick) heart. “I love the guy, don’t get me wrong, I just needed to bond with a fellow metalhead today.”

Eddie cleared his throat and smiled, starting the car. He’s grateful he has the excuse of watching the road to keep his eyes (mostly) turned away from your exposed thighs. “Of course. Anytime.”

If Eddie weren’t so hopeless, he’d make some quip about all the fun ways the two of you could ‘bond’, but how could he flirt with you when looking at your legs had him getting hard like some fifteen-year-old? He was so hopeless.

“You can put in anything you’d like,” he gestured to the shoebox that held his cassette collection at your feet. “Most of my shit is at home, but I keep a decent variety here.”

He heard little ‘oohs’ and ‘ahh’s’ as you shuffled through the box. Eddie couldn’t help but feel a little proud that you approved of his musical selection. You yelled an enthusiastic “You’re fuckin’ kidding me!” and popped a tape into the radio before he could ask what you’d found.

“Where did you find this?! I’ve looked for months!”

Eddie started sweating when he heard the opening riff to the raunchiest goddamn song. It was his prized possession, one he only got his hands on because of friends in high places, W.A.S.P.’s “Animal” cassette.

“Umm,” Eddie’s brain short-circuited as you began to move to the beat of the music, throwing your head back and grinning at him wildly. “I’m pretty good buddies with a guy that owns a record store up in Indianapolis. Asked him to keep an eye out for me. I only got it a couple of weeks ago.”

“God, I’ve been dying to hear it again after hearing it live last March.”

Eddie’s nerves were quickly replaced with excitement. “Wait, live, you say?!”

“Yup,” you pop the p proudly and rest your feet on the dash. “I’ve got a cousin down in Dallas, which sucks, by the way. I don’t recommend ever going to Texas. Anyway, we saw them open for Iron Maiden. I’m telling you, it was a religious experience.”

Eddie slapped his hands on the steering wheel and a short, disbelieving laugh escaped his throat. “That’s insane! Holy shit, man!”

“I know,” you hummed. He felt you look over at him. “Have you gotten to see either of them live yet?”

“Nah,” he sighed. “Not yet. But one day! I’m already saving up.”

“We’ll go together,” you said it so casually, you acted as if it made perfect sense for you guys to go to a concert together. “We can split costs.” Eddie’s heart jumped up to his throat, and before he could form a coherent response, he saw you looking in the back of his van. He suddenly worried about what filth might be lurking back there. “We could even bunk up here and save on a hotel!”

Eddie stuttered and scratched his neck nervously. You must have taken it as rejection because you looked embarrassed as you sat back down and started fidgeting with your hair.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, Eddie. I do this thing all the time.” You waved your hands around in front of your face when you said ‘thing’, trying to find the words to express how you felt. “There aren’t many people I can talk about music with, you know? So I get all worked up and excited when someone else seems interested in the bands I love, and I assume we’re best friends.” You let out a self-deprecating chuckle, looking out the passenger side window. “I know it’s off-putting.”

Eddie couldn’t have that. He shook his head so hard that his hair slapped across his face. “Nope, uh-uh. Cut that out.” He glanced over to make sure your attention was on him. “That was like…” he sighed. How could he reassure you without outing himself as being obsessed with you?

“It was so far from off-putting. You have no idea.” Eddie swallowed hard and noticed you looked a little confused. He gathered the meager bits of courage he possessed and continued. “I’m just not used to…” he paused. He can’t say ‘Sorry, I’m not used to my walking, wet dream asking to road-trip with me to go to a metal show, so I don’t know how to function right now.’ so he took a moment to choose his words carefully.

“I’m just not used to other people being as excited as I am about my music, either. So I was just… surprised. But in a good way!” He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter and added under his breath. “In a great fuckin’ way, actually.”

Eddie watched you visibly relax. “Oh, thank god,” You chuckled. “I know I can be too much sometimes. I think the reason why one of the only people I’ve stayed friends with is Robin. She’s one of the only people that’s never judged me for it. Robin and I are kinda cut from the same cloth, I guess. Kindred spirits, if you will.”

It warmed his heart to see you smile when talking about the freckled girl that also wormed her way into his heart.

“Buckley’s a good one. She uh,” Eddie’s throat tightened as painful memories flashed across his mind. Tears and mud streaked across Robin's face, screaming something he didn’t understand…Her body quaking under his as she helped drag him along dank, dark earth… her sniffling and talking to him quietly as she bandaged his mauled sides, offering soft words of comfort and handling Eddie as carefully as if he were spun glass…

He cleared his throat and blinked away a rogue tear threatening to escape. “She’s one of a kind. Harrington, too. Shit, the whole bunch. You’ll see, you don’t have to be anyone but yourself around these guys. Promise.”

Eddie felt comforted as he watched you relax further into the passenger seat. He knew all about being ‘too much’ and how people treated those that dared to be unapologetically themselves. He had no idea someone as perfect as you ever experienced things similar to his own growing up.

The rest of the short drive consisted of talking about music and shows you’d been to, always with the promise of ‘when we see them next time.’ Including Eddie in your plans made Eddie’s insides all gooey and his heart flutter. He tried to keep reminding himself that just because you were being nice to him that it didn’t mean you were about to confess your undying love. It’s a problem Eddie has always had. He can’t love anything halfway; not his music, books, or even a few movies he’d been obsessed with over the years. It also bled into his relationships, this all-consuming, feral love. Uncle Wayne has always said that he wore his heart on his sleeve, even after life had given him every reason to build a barbed wire fence around it.

Eddie parked a little way uphill from the others since his van doubled as his tent and because he valued his privacy. He told himself he didn’t want the younger kids catching a whiff of his nightly smoking sesh (He knows they know about his drug dealing, but that doesn't mean he wants to flaunt it). A darker part of him knew that he might have to indulge in other nightly activities after watching you in a tiny, red bikini all day.

Eddie graciously helped everyone out with setting up their tents. However, he still periodically reminded anyone who would listen that he didn’t have to bother with tents since he owned the superior form of transportation that doubled as a car and a place to sleep. So what if his chest puffed up a little when you giggled at his comments? He didn’t think it warranted the gagging and eye-rolling he got from Henderson, Red, and both Sinclair siblings. Damn kids…

When everyone went to the campground showers to change into swimsuits, Eddie simply threw his shirt off, opting to swim in his cut-off jeans. He snickered, thinking about the look of horror he’d get from Mr. Former Swim Team Captain at his audacity (he banned denim from his pool to force Eddie into a pair of borrowed trunks, but they were at the lake now. King Steve had no power here).

When you left the showers with Robin and Nancy in a cherry red bikini, Eddie made a beeline for the toilets. There’s no way in the nine circles of hell he’d be able to swim around without getting hard at the sight of you. He walked around the corner of the building that housed the showers when he saw them. Eddie knew that was your canvas bag, the very one he saw you pull out of the floorboard of his van when you got out. There was no mistaking that the black, lace boy shorts lying on top of your other clothes were yours. It looked like you’d stepped out of them and laid them right on the bag. That could only mean one thing…

“Oh, fuck me sideways…”

You’d been wearing these. You sat in Eddie’s van wearing these exact panties.

He knew he’d probably hate himself forever for what he was about to do, but in his defense, Eddie did make sure you had extra pairs of clean panties before swiping these (He’s not a monster, okay? He wouldn’t dream of leaving a fair maiden pantiless). After taking them, cursing himself quietly, he high-tailed it back to his van to hide them. He couldn’t help feeling like Gollum, storing the One Ring away in his cave away from nosey hobbits.

Before going back to the lake, he couldn’t resist pulling the fabric to his face and inhaling deeply. Eddie’s eye’s rolled into the back of his head, groaning at the light scent of you that permeated the delicate fabric. He shook his head and threw them into the van to rest among his bedding. If he got too carried away now, he would never get rid of the persistent issue he had grown between his thighs.

After another adjustment and filling his thoughts with some of the most boner-killing scenarios, Eddie was finally able to rejoin everyone at the lake. If he had to remain solidly waist deep the entire time to avoid embarrassing himself and everyone around him… Well that was his business, wasn’t it?

As Eddie’s luck would have it, as soon as he dared to slip the tantalizing strip of fabric that haunted him all fucking day long over his face, there was a knock on his van door. He nearly jumped out of his skin, sitting up at lightning speed.

He cracked the back door open and gasped when he saw it was you, still clutching your panties firmly in his grip. He slammed the door shut before you could speak and dove towards his bedding, stuffing the offending garment deep into his pillowcase. Eddie took one large breath to steady himself before turning to open the back door again.

“H-hi, umm,” he wanted to curl up into a ball and die. He just knew you were on to him. You were probably knocking on his door to tell him what a filthy pervert he was and demand he hand over your underwear. “What’s uh… what’s up?”

You looked both amused and slightly confused, one eyebrow cocked upwards. “Well, the thing is,” you looked around the dark campground, biting your bottom lip. “My tent keeps collapsing. So I tried bunking with Robin and Steve, but there was no room. All the other tents are full too, so… if it wouldn’t be too weird, I guess…” you trailed off sheepishly.

“You wanna sleep in here?” Eddie knew his eyes rivaled the size of the full moon that hung above your heads. He felt equal parts horrified, shocked, and elated that you’d ended up seeking him out.

“I’m sorry if it’s too weird! I can just squeeze between Robin and Steve, it’s no big-”

“No,” Eddie barked. He cleared his throat a little and lowered his voice. “No, it’s totally fine. I don’t mind at all,” The thought of you snuggling up to Harrington was one he didn’t want to entertain. He hoped his smile was reassuring and not creepy like he felt it might be. You must not have cared since you beamed at him and announced you’d be back with your bedding in a minute.

Eddie scrambled around to ensure the mess in the back of his van wasn’t too out of hand. He’d thrown an old pair of boxers and an empty beer can over the driver’s side seat when he heard you knock again. He was relieved that he decided to shower and put on deodorant earlier when most of the other guys didn’t after swimming all afternoon. Eddie would have lain awake all night in misery if he’d had to share close quarters with you smelling like a fish.

Once you were both inside the van, he closed the door, and the silence was deafening. You must have noticed the tension because you shifted an inch closer and cleared your throat. That gave Eddie the courage to sneak a peek at you over his shoulder.

He nearly groaned as he watched you pull a joint out of your goddamn bra and wave it in front of you, cocking an eyebrow up and smiling.

“Purple palm tree delight?” Eddie whispered, his mouth dry as cotton before taking a single hit.

“You know it,” you responded, pulling a lighter out of your pillowcase. Eddie wondered why you weren’t using your pockets. He risked a glance down towards your lap. Your shorts (if they could even be called shorts instead of underwear) were so tiny that there was no way you’d fit anything in there, even if they did have pockets. He felt dizzy at the thought of you being in such little clothing this close to him all night.

You lit up the joint, the small, flickering flame casting your features in an enchanting glow. Eddie was close enough to smell that you’d used some of that expensive perfume. A tiny, pathetic part of him wondered if you’d done it for him. ‘Don’t be a fool’ he thought. ‘Just because she’s sharing her weed and talking about music with you doesn’t mean anything. Stop being a pathetic creep.’

He must have missed something you’d said because he heard you call his name and saw you looking at him questioningly.

“Oh, sorry. What was that?”

“I said, can I try something?”

“S-sure,” Eddie didn’t know (or care, if he’s being honest) if you’d asked to try out ritual sacrifice or if you asked to try a piece of his gum, but he knew he’d always let you try anything you’d wanted. “I need to get pretty close. Is that okay?”

Eddie nodded, transfixed by you getting up on your knees and leaning over his face. Your face was inches from his. Eddie thanked any deity that existed for the forethought he had to put his pillow over his lap. He’d beg to be struck down by lightning if you knew how easily he got boners when you were near him.

You brought the joint up to your lips. Before taking a hit, you asked, “Have you ever shotgunned, Eddie?”

Of course, he hadn’t. Eddie’s experience with the fairer sex was woefully lacking. Instead of admitting it out loud, he simply shook his head no.

“Do you want to try it?” you purred. Eddie gripped the pillow over his lap as he nodded yes furiously. You grinned and put the joint to your lips. Eddie could have cried when you placed your small hand on his cheek, thumb pushing his chin down to open his mouth for you.

Your hand traveled to the back of his neck as you released smoke into his waiting mouth, and Eddie shuddered. He grew so flustered that he could barely inhale what you exhaled towards him. His eyes closed, and he let out a shaky exhale as you began to play with his hair.

“How was that?” you asked, lips still heart-achingly close to his own. Eddie’s brain was mush. The defenses he usually kept up around you to appear cool were falling fast.

“Am I dreaming right now?” was the only coherent thought he could string together, so that’s what ended up coming out of his mouth.

Your laughter sounded like bells. “Why do you ask that, Eddie?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No,” you drew out your response, still looking at him suspiciously.

“I’ve been obsessed with you since I was sixteen,” you looked genuinely surprised, but Eddie couldn’t stop the words from flowing now that he unleashed them. “I think I might die if I have to pretend for one more day that I’m not,” He paused. Eddie was so terrified. He felt like he might puke. “You scare the ever-living shit out of me, but not in a ‘horror movie villain’ way,” he inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. “In the way you might fear a beautiful warrior queen on the battlefield, or a siren out at sea.”

When he opened his eyes, he saw you wearing such a soft expression that he felt safe to keep talking. He said your name so quietly that he barely heard himself whisper it. “I’m just a freak that dreams about entertaining a goddess.”

Before he could feel insecure about spilling his guts to you in the back of his shitty van, your hands were holding his face, noses pressed together.

“Eddie Munson, you are a fool,” you whispered before attaching your lips to his in the sweetest kiss Eddie knew he’d ever had.

Eddie only nodded in agreement, clutching at your waist. He felt drunk off your lips, all of his insecurities taking a back seat as he reached for another kiss.

“You really had no clue?” you spoke into his ear as you kissed along his jawline.

“About what? Oh, fuck!” he whined as you sat down on top of him. Your weight in his lap felt heavenly despite the stupid pillow being in the way.

“About what?!” You pulled away with a wide eye stare. “I’ve been wanting to get in your pants since high school, you dingus!” You emphasized your point with a light slap to his chest. “I thought you hated me for the longest time! I was so nervous when I talked to you that one time we wore matching Iron Maiden shirts! When you ran away, I thought that was it. Then, years later, not only do I find out my crush is now friends with my best friend,” your arms wrapped around his neck as you leaned in. “I also find out that he’s got a big, fat crush on me too.” Your noses brushed and Eddie shivered.

“No fuckin’ way,” he whimpered as your lips brushed lightly.

“Yes fuckin’ way,” you replied, capturing him in another kiss.

Eddie didn’t question how you found out about his crush because he quite frankly didn’t have the brain power for it. He’d deal with all that later.

“Not to run you off or anything,” he sighed, relishing the feel of your soft hands exploring his torso. “But I was so obsessed with you back in school. Like, to a concerning degree.”

He didn’t expect you to moan into his neck at his admission, but he also wasn’t upset about it.

“Tell me about it, baby,” your voice was a husky whisper. “Keep talkin’ to me.”

“Oh god,” Eddie whined as he felt you begin to suck a mark into the delicate skin under his ear. “Feels… that feels so good.”

“Want me to mark you up? Show everyone you belong to me, Eddie?”

“Holy shit, yes! Please…”

“Then talk to me,” you kissed over the mark that began to form on his neck. “Tell me all about your little crush.”

“Fuck!” He cried out, bucking up into the pillow. “I, uh. I n-never even looked at anyone else in school after I saw you.”

“Not even the pretty little cheerleaders?”

“No,” he gasped when your lips met his again. “No one, I swear.”

You got off Eddie’s lap and he thought he might cry at the loss. The pillow hiding the tent he was sporting in his sweats was ripped away and for a moment, he felt self-conscious. You noticed him tense up and cupped his face.

“We can stop, you know?” Your eyes glowed with affection and Eddie wondered again how he was lucky enough to warrant that expression from you. “I’m just thrilled that we can be honest with each other now. We don’t have to do anyth-,”

“I’m a virgin,” Eddie blurred out. “Like a uh, mega virgin…”

Eddie could tell you were trying to keep your features neutral, but he saw the smile that wanted to peek out.

“A ‘mega virgin’?” You said, biting your lip to keep from laughing.

“Yes,” Eddie answered with a grimace. “Like an ‘I’ve never seen boobies in real life’ level of virgin. So, I’m probably going to be very bad at everything,” he looked up from his lap to lock eyes with you. Any trace of humor was gone, replaced with that honey-sweet fondness in your eyes.

“Can I be blunt with you, Eddie?” Your thumbs brushed his cheekbones softly as you spoke. “I’m so insanely attracted to you that I don’t think any touch you decide to give me could ever feel bad. Do you understand?”

“Y-yeah,” he responded with a whisper. “I feel the same way about you.”

Your forehead met his and he closed his eyes, afraid that when he opened them again, he’d realize this was all a dream.

“Do you wanna feel what kissing you does to me?” Eddie could only nod and pray to Lucifer that this was going where he thought it was. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your lower stomach. “Go ahead,” your lower lip brushed his as you spoke. “Feel how bad I want you.”

Eddie’s fingers trembled as they traveled past the elastic waistband of your tiny black shorts. He was mesmerized watching your mouth drop open and your eyelids lower in pleasure. When his hand’s slow descent made it to your soaked entrance, he was floored by how impossibly wet you were.

“Jesus H. Christ, this is unreal,” he moved his fingers up and down, not having any sort of plan, simply wanting to feel. By the way you grabbed his shoulders and started panting, you didn’t seem to mind his lack of skill too terribly. “Are you always this wet?”

You shook your head no instead of answering verbally. Eddie’s forehead fell to your collarbone as he let out a loud groan. His eyes were fixed on the outline of his hand in your shorts.

“Can we get these off?” He asked. “I wanna look, please.”

“Yeah, sure,” you responded, laying down on his blankets. You lifted your hips to take them off when Eddie grabbed your hands.

“Let me?” Eddie’s hands shook and his breath froze in his lungs. He’d dreamed of this exact scenario so many times before. This all seemed as fantastical as the D&D campaigns he spent hours writing.

“Please,” your voice was so airy and desperate. Eddie still couldn’t comprehend that he was the reason for it. You raised your hips and he slowly pulled your shorts off along with your panties. Immediately, he began running his fingers through your wetness, looking up at your face to judge your reactions.

“Does this feel good?” he asked. You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip with your eyes closed. He continued that way for a couple of minutes longer, panting at how wet his pointer and middle fingers had become. He laid his head on your thigh and kissed your damp skin. He kept his nose buried there, reveling in your smell and taste.

“I-I wanna make you come. Please,” your eyes met his and he kissed higher up your thigh, not looking away once. You threw your head back with a loud moan. Eddie felt like a god, your obvious signs of pleasure giving him newfound confidence. His fingers sped up while he added the slightest bit more pressure to his strokes. “That’s it, get loud for me. God, I fucking love your noises. Show me, baby,” he stopped touching you and grabbed one of the hands you had fisted in his blanket and wove your fingers together squeezing gently to get your attention. You nodded and brought his hand back down between your thighs.

“Put them inside,” you coached him along as he breached your soaked entrance. He went as slow as he could manage, eyes flitting between his disappearing fingers and your blissed-out face. Once he was in far enough, you spoke again. “Now, curl the- oh, fuck!”

Eddie grinned wildly at your outburst. He might be a virgin, but he’s not clueless, okay? Weirdly enough, he’d learned this little trick from Reefer Rick, of all people. They got high once and when Eddie let slip he was still a virgin, Rick took it upon himself to give him some sort of fucked up sex ed class on women’s pleasure. At the time, he wanted to curl up and die of shame. Now? All the embarrassment in the world was worth seeing your jaw drop and eyes roll back like this.

“There we go,” he purred. The part of Eddie’s personality that allowed him to go feral while DMing was bleeding over into his interactions with you. He sat up and began rubbing back and forth along your soaked clit with his other hand.

“Oh god, Eddie!” you looked close to tears as he massaged you inside and out. Your hips began writhing and when your thigh accidentally grazed Eddie’s stiff cock, he nearly doubled over. You noticed instantly and repeated the gesture.

“Fuck,” his movements faltered and you chuckled darkly, “Baby, if you make me come in my sweats I might die of embarrassment,” he whined through gritted teeth.

“What if I wanna see you do it?”

Eddie closed his eyes and inhaled deeply to collect himself. “Nope. Uh-uh,” he looked back down with determination in his features. “I’m getting you off first. I’ve dreamt of this for years. I refuse to jizz in my pants before you come all over my hands,” he redoubled his efforts, tongue peeking out of his mouth slightly in concentration.

Your eyes flew open and your body tensed. Eddie began to feel your walls fluttering around his fingers. It was the most intriguing and arousing thing he’d ever experienced.

“Holy shit,” he gasped. “You about to come, sweetheart?”

You nodded and grabbed his shoulder, sitting up a little. “Kiss me, please?”

Eddie melted. You wanting to kiss him while you came was so insanely sexy and endearing at the same time.

“‘Course I will, baby. Come here,” you crashed into each other, lips brushing together between panting breaths. You had one hand in Eddie’s hair and the other had a vice grip on his shoulder.

“Oh, fuck! Eddie, I’m-,”

“I know, I know. Give it to me,” he kissed you hard and imagined he’d died and gone to heaven when he felt your whine against his lips. You tensed all over. Eddie felt your walls clamp down on his fingers. He was amazed when you got impossibly wetter and threw yourself back into his pillow, nearly screaming in pleasure.

“Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl,” Eddie brushed your hair out of your eyes, staying like that for a few minutes. After you came down from your high, he laid down beside you.

Eddie held up the hand he’d had inside you and admired his soaked fingers before licking them clean and moaning shamelessly. You looked at him fondly, raising your eyebrows at his dramatics.

“What? Can’t help it,” he said, as he made a show of licking up his palm. “You’re sweet as honey.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, turning to throw your thigh over his lap. He shuddered and you grinned up at him with lidded eyes. “I bet you taste just as sweet, big boy.” Your thigh traveled lower. Eddie groaned and bucked his hips to chase the sensation. “You gonna let me find out? I know I said I wanted to see you get these sweats dirty, but I think I want you in my mouth more,” you whispered filth directly into his ear while petting along his lower stomach the entire time.

“If you keep doing that, I can’t make any promises I won’t get these pants dirty either way,” he moaned, grabbing your thigh and grinding it into his crotch again.

“You didn’t answer me,” you responded, sitting up and positioning yourself between Eddie’s spread thighs. “Are you gonna let me find out how you taste?” You pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you in nothing but a black lace bra, one left little to the imagination.

“Uh, yes? Fuck yes!” Eddie was pulling at his hair, nearly hysterical with desire. He was on the verge of embarrassing himself because he was so worked up. He scrambled to get his pants down without knocking you over.

“Eddie,” you laughed lightly, grabbing his hands. “Let me,” he nodded and crossed his hands over his chest, not sure where they should go. It’s not like he’s ever been in this situation before.

“Relax,” you said as your fingers dipped below the waistband of his boxers. Eddie met your gaze and nodded. You began pulling his pants down and he tried his best to control his breathing.

He groaned long and low when you finally freed him from his clothing, the cooler air in the van a delicious contrast to his burning skin.

“I knew it,” you purred, wasting no time getting your hands on him. Your touches were firm but gentle, running up and down his shaft. Eddie keened when your palm slid over his weeping head, smearing precum down his length. “I knew you were hiding a monster in those tight jeans.”

“M-monster? Really?” Eddie lifted his head off the pillow and searched your face to make sure you weren’t just mocking him.

“Are you kidding? This thing has gotta be close to eight inches, Eddie!” You stroked him slowly from base to tip as you spoke. “It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen, anyway.”

“It is?” He said, probably a little too eagerly. He was practically glowing under your praise. And you seemed to catch on to it.

“It is baby,” your voice was low and sultry. “The biggest and the prettiest,” Eddie bit into his fist, trying to stave off his creeping orgasm as you began massaging his balls with your other hand. “I can already tell I’m gonna want you in my mouth any chance I get.”

“Oh fuck, oh god!” Eddie’s hips jolted, “I might not survive your hand, much less your mouth!”

You grabbed the fist he’d been biting and intertwined your fingers. “Only one way to find out.”

That was the last thing you said before taking him halfway down in one go. Eddie squeezed your hand and shouted.

“S-shiiit! Y-you’re so,” he panted and squirmed, trying to string together a coherent thought. “You’re so perfect. Your mouth is heaven,” you hummed in appreciation of the praise and the vibrations felt like electricity dancing along Eddie’s spine. “Oh goddammit, I’m gonna come so fuckin’ fast.”

You pulled off of him to meet his eyes, “Do it,” you took his hand and placed it on the back of your head, “Wanna make you feel good.”

“Oh, you sweet thing,” Eddie stroked your cheek affectionately, “You do. You really fuckin’ do.” His hand went back to your hair as you swallowed him down again. It wasn’t much longer before he began warning you.

“H-hey,” his voice rose in pitch the closer he got to his release, “L-listen, angel. I’m about to come. Pull off.”

“Want it in my mouth,” you said, kissing his hipbone as you kept stroking him. “Can I taste it? Please?”

“Goddammit, yes! Oh yes, please!”

You hummed around him and with just a few more bobs of your head, Eddie released straight into your throat.

You slowly bobbed your head, swallowing every time another wave of his release entered your mouth. After a few seconds, when you were sure he was done, you released him from your lips and sat up. Eddie’s vision returned just in time to watch you crawl over his body and lay onto his chest. Your hands carded through the damp curls around his face.

“Wanna know a secret, Eddie?” You whispered, tracing patterns into his scalp as his breathing finally slowed.

“Y-yeah.”

“That’s the first time I’ve ever let anyone come in my mouth.”

Eddie’s face whipped over to look at you. “Honest?”

You smiled as you bit your lower lip and nodded, “Honest, baby.”

He shuddered at the nickname. “Mmm, keep callin’ me sweet names and you’ll never get rid of me, ya know?”

“That’s the idea, my love.”

Eddie made a growling sound as he clung to you like a koala. “You’re lethal. You know that?”

You didn’t answer but sat up far enough to envelop Eddie’s plush lips in a deep kiss. You made out like that for a while, until he realized he began to harden again. You seemed to notice it as well.

“Down, boy,” you joked, stroking his sides and nipping at his throat.

Eddie groaned. “Nothing’s going down as long as I’m this close to you,” he turns you both to your sides facing each other. “I can’t stop thinking about how warm and wet you are,” Eddie squeezed your sides and kissed along your collarbone. “You squeezed my fingers so tight when you came. I wanna feel you doing that around my cock, pretty mama.”

You wrapped your leg around his hip and whined. “Eddie I’m not taking your virginity in the back of your van,” his hand found your still-soaked entrance and began petting you while his mouth worked your neck over. You returned the favor by fisting his damp cock.

“Oh god, I don’t give a fuck where it happens,” he gasps as you run your palm over his sensitive head. “Please, I need it,” he bit and sucked the delicate skin of your neck, whining the entire time.

“No, Eddie,” your firm tone made him shiver. “You’ll get my hand and my mouth tonight. As many times as you need it,” your hand sped up as his fingers followed suit against your clit. “But you’ll get my pussy in my bed. So you can fuck me into the mattress properly.” Eddie came for the second time with a shout into your fist.

He looked up in time to see you lick it up from your palm like it was sugar. Eddie’s brain short-circuited. “I-I wanna make you come again,” he blurted out, still circling your clit. You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your forehead into his.

“Keep doing that,” you encouraged. Eddie nodded and picked up speed. He watched you in a trance as you unraveled under his touch for the second time in one night. He felt like a god.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty when you do that,” Eddie kissed all over your face as you laughed. “Ethereal, stunning, a work of art!”

“That’s all you, pretty boy,” you kissed the bridge of his nose and he melted.

“By the way, I’m totally down for van fucking, ma’am,” he feigned irritation as he poked your sides playfully. “Making a twenty-one-year-old virgin wait even longer is just cruel.”

“Don’t pout, Eddie,” you cooed, cuddling into his side. “I promise you’ll be glad you waited.”

“If you insist, princess,” he sighed, pulling your body close.

“I do,” you yawned. “Now sleep.”

“Hey, sweetheart?”

“Hmm?”

“How soon after we wake up can we get the fuck outta here and preferably into your bed?”

Eddie let out an ‘oof!’ as you slapped a pillow over his face.

“Less talk. More sleep.”

“Yes, love.”

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rendevousz · 4 years ago

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the favourite

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: you are the baby avenger and everyone is platonically whipped for you.

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: none, maybe just my inability to write good endings

word count: 3497

note: um second oneshot hope this one's good gaaah

"hey, doll. whatcha' reading?" you glanced up to see bucky, who then plopped down next to you on the couch in the common room. "it's called 'shadow and bone'. it's a novel that's turning into a netflix series in like a month," you smiled at the super soldier, lifting up your book a little to show him the cover. his eyebrows raised at the information, lips tugging into a knowing smirk.

"yes, bucky, i'll watch the series with you." you rolled your eyes playfully at him. ever since he officially became an avenger and moved into the tower with the rest of you, you've been helping him 'get with the times' —as sam likes to call it— just as you did steve a few years prior.

steve had told his best friend that you were the best at stuff like this. after all, you were the youngest avenger. and you had a lot of free time on your hands; having no school since you were pretty much the only one besides vision who could compete with tony's or bruce's intelligence.

so really, school wasn't mandatory for you according to tony. at least, after you had asked him if you could just not attend and he cracked ten seconds after you pulled the puppy dog eyes.

you also had significantly less trainings than the rest of the team. this one wasn't because you were an expert on the field or something —well, you were, but so were the rest of the team but they still had almost daily trainings while you had half the amount they did— this was because you had cap wrapped around your tiny little finger.

and as for the team, they couldn't even be mad about it because if they were in the captain's position, they would probably be the same. everyone just loved you too much.

"do you mind if i turned on the tv?" bucky asked, afraid that you wouldn't want background noise while you were reading but obviously you didn't mind so you shook your head as you continued to read. not long after, you closed your book with a bookmark between the pages you stopped at before shoving in into bucky's hands and running up into your room to quickly grab your blanket.

he watched you run out of the common room in confusion before chuckling when he saw you run back in looking tiny with a huge, fluffy blanket in your arms. you went back to your spot on the couch next to him, spreading the blanket over both your laps, bucky smiling fondly as he watched you fix it before turning to him. "comfy?" you asked and he nodded, giving you back your book as you cuddled up to him. he smiled down at you and wrapped an arm around you while you leaned against his chest.

"what's this? movie night without me?" you two looked up at the owner of the voice and saw sam walking in, making his way to the kitchen, probably to make himself some coffee. "what movie are you guys watching?" he asked, leaning against a pillar to look at the tv, trying to figure out what movie was playing.

"actually, only bucky's watching the movie—it's mean girls, by the way—and i'm just reading my book." you told sam without looking at him, lifting your book up high to show him before lowering it back down to continue reading it.

"barnes, what are you doing watching a movie while y/n is reading? she won't be able to focus with all that background noise, shut it off." sam told him off, now back in the kitchen to make his coffee. you shook your head at the man's antics. "sam, it's fine. i told him it was okay,"

"of course you did, you're too sweet to say no to anyone." he quipped back, now standing nearby, watching the tv too, seemingly interested in the movie playing. you only rolled your eyes playfully at him before going back to the book. after a few minutes of him just standing, bucky spoke up. "just sit down if you want to watch the whole movie, birdbrain."

and sit he did. on your other side, snuggling comfortably under your blanket after putting his now empty mug on the coffee table. this caused bucky to huff as he pulled the other end of the blanket which led to them having a tug-of-war over the blanket, you unfortunately stuck in the middle of it. deciding that it was too distracting to read while squished between two grown men who were also fighting for the blanket, you finally closed your book.

"sam, can you help me put this on the coffee table?" you handed sam your book and he immediately took it, stretching his body forward to place it on the coffee table. with the book out of the way, you could finally settle comfortably and the blanket was now shared between the three of you equally. not long after, your head was back against bucky's chest with his arm around you while your legs were over sam's lap under the blanket, one of his arms resting over it above the blanket. if it had been someone else doing that to sam, they probably would've had their legs chopped off already.

"movie night and you didn't invite me?" you chuckled at the question by the newcomer, tony, finding it funny how sam said almost the exact same prior to him. "you're welcome to join us, tony." you offered kindly, to which he replied with a small chuckle.

"i'm just kidding, cupcake. i came up for a drink and a little snack but that's it, i have stuff to finish down in the lab." you nodded understandingly, turning back to the screen in front of you.

"hey, stark, while you're there can you grab me a bottled water from the fridge?" bucky asked him. "oh yeah can you grab me chips from the snacks cabinet too?" sam added.

"you guys have legs for a reason, get them yourselves, i'm not your maid," tony sassed and you bit back a chuckle. bucky and sam then decided to rock-paper-scissors the situation to decide who had to get up and get the water and chips. bucky ended up losing and he begrudgingly got up and came back quickly with his water and sam's chips.

shortly afterwards, tony approached the three of you on the couch, with a juice box and a small bag of pretzels; your go-to movie snack. "here you go, cupcake." he handed them to you and you accepted them happily, beaming at him while he ruffled your hair.

bucky and sam shared a look of disbelief at tony's actions. "what gives, man? we asked for stuff and you didn't want to do it but y/n gets her stuff without even having to ask for it?" sam complained.

"that's because y/n's my baby. now shut up and let her watch the movie in peace." he scolds before leaving the common room, leaving the two men to huff in annoyance. it soon washed off though when you laughed out loud at a scene and they returned back to normal, loving the sound of your contagious laughter.

when the movie ended, it was already late and you had fallen asleep on an also asleep bucky. sam took a look at you and chuckled. he slowly removed the blanket from over himself and you, gently scooping you up into his arms and taking you back into your room, laying you down on your bed. he noticed the lack of blanket on your bed and remembered the blanket you brought down to the common room. he opened your closet for a spare blanket, retrieving it before covering you with it, tucking you in. "night, kiddo." he whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving the room.

next morning came and you groggily stretched, noticing that you were in your room. last you remembered was falling asleep mid movie. you deduced that it was most likely either bucky or sam who carried you back to bed. you went to your closet to grab work out clothes since you had training today, before realising what day today was. wanda's breakfast day. you quickly ran to the bathroom and got ready.

once you were done, you dried your hair and left your room, practically bouncing with excitement when you thought of what wanda probably made for breakfast. the week had been a bad breakfast week since everyone who had so far been tasked breakfast duty, sucked at cooking. the only good cook of the team was wanda, explaining your overexcitement.

before you could get far though, you slammed into a solid body, being caught by your wrists before you could fall. "be careful, lady y/n!" a deep voice spoke and you look up, a large smile on your face before you jumped happily, taking the man into a big hug. "thor! you're back!"

he laughed, returning the hug, you almost disappearing due to his big frame before you let go of each other. "where were you headed to so eagerly?"

"it's wanda's breakfast day, thor! i haven't had a decent breakfast all week because no one in this tower except wanda can cook to save their lives. come on, big guy!" you cheered, trying to get onto his back for him to give you a piggy back to the kitchen but he was too high for you to reach. he watched your attempt in amusement before bending down so you could get on his back. you gratefully got on, lightly patting his back and dramatically pointing ahead of you. "to the kitchen we go!"

when you two arrived in the kitchen, clint and wanda were talking as the latter made breakfast. thor's booming laughter echoed through the room as he zoomed with you on his back, laughing your heart out. "we have arrived to our destination, my lady." clint and wanda turned to you, adoring smiles on their faces when they heard you giggling uncontrollably.

"i thought you had more important things to do that you couldn't even walk 10 feet to grab me a spoon." clint raised his eyebrows at the demigod. "yes but y/n needed a ride so i provided her one." thor gave your hair a ruffle before he left the room, going to do what he initially left the kitchen for before you managed to get him to bring you back there.

"morning, kiddo." clint ruffled your hair right after you just fixed it, causing you to glare at him before fixing it again. "morning," you grumbled, sitting down next to him.

"morning, y/n!" wanda greeted, placing your plate of perfectly made blueberry pancakes with extra blueberries neatly placed on top, butter in the middle of it with maple syrup dripping down. your mouth watered. had it really been that long since you had a good breakfast or was it just because it was wanda's creation? or was it both? "here ya go, bubs. your favourite," she grinned at you, placing your glass of orange juice beside the plate.

"thanks, wands! i love you!" you thanked her, already beginning to dig into your breakfast.

"what the heck? you gave me burnt pancakes and didn't let me have extra blueberries because you said there already were some in the pancakes," clint whined to wanda from beside you, watching you eat happily.

"that's because the extra blueberries were for y/n, she loves them. and about the burnt pancakes...yea i just didn't want to give her burnt ones. look how happy she looks," the two turned to you, looking at your cheeks being filled up, making you look like an adorable squirrel.

"okay, fair point." clint slumped down on his chair, continuing to look at you fondly, like a proud father.

after breakfast, you made your way down to the training room where steve, nat and peter were training. when you entered, peter immediately noticed, waving and you from the treadmill with a huge smile on his face. nat, having just flipped steve over her her shoulders, smiled at you. "hey, bub." you smiled back at her and steve who struggled to give you a wave but did it anyways from his position.

"alright, y/n, you can warm up and run 2 miles first before we start." steve says once he had gotten up from his position on the ground. you mocked a salute before walking to the treadmills.

"what?! how is that fair? i'm running 5 miles!" peter exclaimed from beside you just as you started your run. "you're enhanced, peter. if anything, it's unfair for y/n/n. actually, that's right, it is unfair for her. y/n/n, you can go ahead and just do a mile."

peter's jaw dropped at this, his mouth opening and closing like fish out of water. "b–but.."

"get back to work, peter. once you're done, we'll start both your and y/n's training." the boy only huffed in annoyance, focusing back on his run while you smirked, internally cheering in victory.

"boy, that was tiring!" you dramatically plopped back onto the mat, limbs spread out as you tried to catch your breath. it had been a gruesome 3 hours of training and you were beat.

"y/n/n, get up. sam, bucky and clint's gotta train soon," nat tells you after steve and peter left and you were still sprawled out on the ground. "but i'm tired!" you whined childishly.

"y/n, if you don't get up, i'm gonna leave you here to be trampled on by the boys when they train." nat nagged, hands on her hips as she made a disapproving face at you.

"no you're not. you're gonna carry me to my room so i can shower and sleep soon." you tell her, eyes already closed as the fatigue washed over you. after a few seconds of silence, you heard her sigh out loud before you felt her crouching down beside you.

"get on my back in five seconds or i'll leave you." she threatened. you quickly opened your eyes, grabbing your small towel and water bottle before getting on nat's back. she mumbled something about you being lucky that she loves you or else she really was going to let sam, bucky and clint trample on you.

"what's wrong with her?" you could hear steve's concerned voice asking nat when you two reached—you assumed— the lobby. you were too tired to keep your eyes open so you left them closed while your arms were around nat's neck.

"nothing," you heard nat reply as she walked you both into the elevator. "kid's just too lazy to get up and walk on her own so she made me carry her." you internally rolled your eyes. she made it seem like she was forced to do it when everyone clearly knew she would do anything when it came to you.

you heard steve chuckle before nat started walking again, probably towards your room. you heard the door open and nat finally let you down, prompting you to open your eyes.

"do you want some food after you shower?" she questioned as you looked through your closet for comfy clothes to change to before ultimately deciding on cow print pyjama pants and an oversized tee you stole from steve.

"i'm good, nat, thanks. i just wanna take a nap." as if on cue, you yawned right after. "okay, bub. you'll have to get up later for dinner and movie night though, okay?" she reminded and left the room after you replied an 'okay' back.

when you were woken up a few hours later, it was by an annoying scream and a body bouncing on your bed. "y/n/n, wake up! it's dinner! mr stark ordered your favourite!"

you groaned, putting your pillow over your head to block out peter's annoying voice. "come on, y/n/n wake up! you haven't eaten since breakfast and it's movie night tonight!"

"okay, okay, i'm up. you can shut up now, pete." you grumbled crankily. it was quiet for a few seconds before peter yelled out once again. "wake u–"

he never got to finish though because you kicked him off the bed. "i said i'm up, dude." you then sat up, stretching before getting up to wash up, ignoring peter who was on the floor rubbing the side of his head which hit your lamp when he fell off your bed. he then got up, deciding to tidy your bed up a bit while he waited for you to finish washing up so that you two could go down together.

"is that my shirt?" was the first thing you heard when you walked in with peter. the team were all sitting, eating your food from your favourite place. "i uh, maybe?" you answered sheepishly, sitting down next to sam and peter settling down on your other side. "i've been looking for that shirt since forever."

"aw, let her have it, steve! she looks better in it than you do, she looks so adorable!" wanda screeched, absolutely adoring how tiny you looked in cap's enormous shirt. she continued to gush over you, even taking out her phone at one point to snap a picture of you. you chuckled at her antics, proceeding to eat your dinner while the team talked.

after dinner, everyone slowly made their way to the common room for team movie night. you guys collectively agreed to watch 'white chicks' after steve revealed that he hadn't watched it.

you sat down next to bruce, who gave you a tired smile when you smiled at him. he must've been working in the lab all day, you thought. halfway through the movie though, a bathroom break was called by tony. a few took the chance to get up and get snacks while you told bruce you were gonna sit closer to the tv since you couldn't hear properly with sam and bucky squabbling over every little thing they could. you could even hear them arguing in the kitchen at the moment over hot chocolate.

when tony came back, you told the two bickering children in the kitchen that you were starting the movie again. not long after you started, you could hear them still bickering, except now they were closer, probably back in their seats. poor bruce, you thought. you escaped the two but he was still stuck next to them.

meanwhile in the back, sam and bucky were still busy fighting over the hot chocolate. you paid them no mind as you focused on the movie, having not watched it in a hot minute.

"dude, i made this for myself! go make your own hot chocolate!" bucky whisper-yelled, moving his mug away from sam's reach when the latter tried to reach for it. "you took my snack now i'm gonna take your drink so it's fair!" sam countered.

before the two of them could stop it, the steaming hot chocolate spilt. not on the carpet, but onto the doctor whose patience had already been running thin with the two quarrelling next to him for the past hour.

his face slowly turned green, clearly a sign that he was fighting so that the other guy didn't come out. the team stared in horror, preparing for a fight to break out with the big green monster.

you, being the closest to the tv, didn't notice this all happening as you happily watched the movie that you couldn't hear properly for the past hour.

you laughed joyously when your favourite scene came on, trying to control your giggles that were starting to get louder and louder. bruce was currently hunched down, trying to even his breathing. but when he heard your laughter, he immediately looked up at you.

the team panicked, thinking that you could be a target for hulk since you just attracted attention to yourself. they were about to get up to protect you as they looked at bruce apprehensively, when the doctor smiled, the green on his neck slowly, but surely disappearing.

the team looked at each other in confusion and bruce smiled weakly at them. "sorry about that. i'm...i'm gonna move up and sit with y/n." he got up and made his way to you. you smiled when you saw him. "got tired of them too?" you joked and he nodded, making himself comfortable next to you.

you nodded and turned your attention back to the tv. it was clear you were oblivious to whatever just happened and the team couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. you really just unknowingly calmed down the hulk.

the team didn't know if you were aware of how much power you actually held over them. nevertheless, you were their little baby and they were willing to do anything for you.

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mackenzielovee · 2 years ago

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parenthood blurb: intert

a/n: the pic has nothing to do with the chapter , i just thought it was cute! happy sunday, besties. hope you enjoy <3

warnings: swearing, fighting, slight depictions of anxiety

ambivalence masterlist , parenthood masterlist

“That’s your sister? Shit.”

Connor shifts his jaw from side to side as he sits at his lunch table, clenching his fists in his lap as he watches one of his friends stare at Josie.

“Dibs,” Mason, one of Connor’s friends, calls out.

“You can’t call dibs, idiot,” Bennett, the original speaker, informs him, “The fresh meat is always fair game. ‘Til you tap it, anyway.”

“Oh, you know I will—”

“That’s enough,” Connor grunts, shoving the remainder of his lunch away from him.

Bennett laughs, grabbing the chip bag Connor had pushed away and stuffing the food into his mouth.

“She takes after your mom, huh?”

Connor narrows his eyes, blood boiling in his veins, “Don’t talk about my mom.”

“Dude, come on. You’re so boring. You could get with your little sister’s best friend over there. What’s her name? February? September?”

“April,” Connor corrects, “And, no. She has a boyfriend.”

“So?” Bennett laughs.

Mason chuckles, looking right at Bennett, “He’s still not over his latest rejection. Ellie’s just a bitch, okay?”

Connor’s eyes narrow, and although his patience is growing thin, he’s just glad they’ve stopped talking about Josie.

“She’s not a bitch,” Connor counters, “She just wasn’t interested in me.”

Bennett lets out a loud laugh, “Bro, she gave you the you’re a nice guy speech. Everyone knows they say that just to let you down easy. I’m sure she’s fucking some guy in the locker room right about now.”

Connor shakes his head, “She told me she wasn’t seeing anyone.”

This time, Mason and Bennett both laugh, leaving Connor to shrink back in his seat. Over the years, Connor has grown to hate his heart, especially in moments like these. Bennett and Mason are always so hellbent on lying to girls, but Connor has never felt comfortable doing so. Mason and Bennett know how to play all the games in high school; how to flirt, how to get with three different girls in one weekend, and most importantly, how to keep their emotions off somehow, so they don’t feel things the way Connor does.

“You guys think she was lying?” Connor asks timidly.

Mason grins, “The football team passes that girl around at parties like their own personal whore. Yeah, she lied.”

Connor winces at the word, and knowing it’s connected to someone as sweet as Ellie, he knows it can’t be true.

“I don’t buy it,” Connor announces, “And that’s not really a way to talk about a woman.”

Mason snorts, “Well, I’m not selling it. I’m telling you like it is.”

Mason goes quiet after that, which is the exact moment Bennett clears his throat and rises from the table. Connor’s eyes follow his movement, watching as Bennett smirks down at him.

“I’m gonna go see what Josie’s up to on Friday night,” Bennett announces, grinning when Connor’s jaw clenches, “Don’t worry, buddy. I’ll be a gentleman.”

“Leave her alone, Ben,” Connor warns.

Bennett laughs and shakes his head, “Aw, are you worried I’m gonna deflower your little sister? That’s if she hasn’t been already. I mean, Noah Smith follows her around like a little lovesick puppy. You think they’re fucking?”

Connor stands, “No. Sit back down and leave her alone.”

Bennett looks to Mason for an answer as to what he should do, to which Mason shrugs, then nods his head in Josie’s direction.

“Yeah, right,” Bennett scoffs at Connor, “I’ll tell her you say hello.”

“She’ll never fall for it, you know,” Connor calls after him, “She’s smarter than you by about a thousand times.”

Bennett turns back then, and the last thing Connor expects to see on his face is a wicked grin.

“I don’t have to be smart. She just has to show up to the party. The alcohol will do the rest.”

Before Mason can grab ahold of Connor, he’s out and around the table, hurrying out into the courtyard where Bennett is. He’s fuming; the last comment of Bennett’s bringing bad thoughts to Connor’s mind.

“I said, leave her alone,” Connor repeats.

Bennett laughs and stops in his tracks, lazily turning around to face him. Connor stutters in his stance, trying his best to look confident and intimidating enough for Bennett to listen.

“Or what, golden boy? You’re gonna stop me?” Bennett laughs again, “Look, think of it as a test. If your sister’s a whore, she’ll accept a senior’s offer to come to the party. If she takes after her brother, well, she won’t do anything exciting until she’s fifty.”

Connor’s jaw clenches, his chest filling with rage, “Don’t call her that.”

“What?” Bennett smirks, “A whore? You can’t even say it, can you? Cute, Cameron. God, let’s hope your sister’s a fuckin’ slut, otherwise—”

The only thing Connor can think of is Josie. All other logic seems to fly out the window as he hurries over to Bennett, and just as he drops his guard, Connor’s fist connects to his face.

Bennett stumbles just enough that Connor has a perfect view of Josie, standing beside Noah a few feet away. Her eyes go wide as she realizes what he’d just done, but before either of them can speak, Bennett charges at Connor.

Connor’s head and back smack against the concrete so hard that his ears start to ring, and he doesn’t even register the following few punches. All he can hear is Josie and Noah.

“Let go, Noah, I have to help him!”

“No, stay here, I’ll handle it.”

“I don’t need you to handle it, I can handle it.”

“Jo, you could get hurt—”

“I don’t care. Let go.”

Connor finally brings his arms up to protect his face as he regains some strength and sense as to what’s going on. Bennett stands up and kicks Connor right in his rib cage, leading him to cry out and clutch his stomach.

“Connor!” Josie shouts, “Get away from him, you dick!”

Bennett chuckles, stepping back as he wipes blood from his mouth, “He threw the first punch. I was acting in self defense.”

Connor’s eyes open just enough to see the angry expression on Josie’s face. Noah stands beside her, and for that, Connor is grateful.

“He may have thrown the first, but I’ll throw the last.”

Bennett has just enough time to smirk before Josie shoves the heel of her hand into his nose, leading to one loud crunch and a gush of blood from Bennett’s face.

“Holy shit,” Noah mutters.

“Fuck!” Bennett yells, “I think you just broke my fucking nose.”

“I’ll break something else, too, if you don’t get the hell away from us,” she retorts.

Bennett groans, muttering the word bitch under his breath as he hurries away. Josie sinks to her knees beside Connor, who is still mumbling out incoherent syllables to express his pain.

“Ouch,” he mutters.

Josie gives him a sad smile, “You okay? Anything broken?”

“Nope,” Connor replies weakly, “Just my ego. Only a little bit.”

She laughs, “You looked like a badass, though. Before he hit you back.”

Connor chuckles and lets Josie and Noah help him to his feet, hoping he doesn’t have any visible bruises his parents might see when he gets home. As the three turn around, ready to get Connor somewhere less visible, they come face to face with an administrator, and that’s when Connor swears.

“Shit.”

Connor Cameron is not an expert in disappointing his parents. In fact, he prides himself on the fact that he could count on one hand the number of times he actually has, and even then, it’s limited.

He and Josie are sitting in the corner of a guidance counselor’s office while Rafe discusses what will happen next with the principal. Connor’s lip finally stopped bleeding, and a bruise begins to form around his left eye, but nobody can see the pain in his chest from being kicked so hard. He’s anxiously shaking his leg up and down, praying Rafe isn’t too upset with him.

Josie, on the other hand, blows a bubble in her gum and pops it, earning a glare from every adult in the room.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, resuming her chewing.

Connor nudges her with his elbow, giving her a look to tell her to knock it off. She shrugs in response, and if Connor thought he was anxious before, the familiar knock on the door tells him differently.

You slip inside with worry plastered across every inch of your face. You spot Connor and Josie first, sitting beside each other. Rafe and the administrators stop talking when you enter, but you don’t care. You step right over to Connor and tip his chin up, observing his injuries.

“Are you okay, handsome?” you ask him, keeping your voice low.

“Yes, Mom, but can I just explain—”

“In a minute,” you promise, “Just relax. You’re getting yourself all worked up. Everything’s gonna be fine.”

Connor nods, “Okay.”

“Josie girl, you okay?” you ask.

She nods, “I’m good. Not hurt.”

You give her a smile, then turn to Rafe, who stands from his seat. He gives you a raise of the eyebrows and doesn’t sit until you do, grasping your hand in his tightly.

“The Maybanks want to press charges,” Principal Tucker tells you, “Bennett’s nose is broken.”

“Bullshit,” Rafe replies, “Their little punk son was saying awful things about my daughter. Connor was defending her.”

“Defending her with violence,” Tucker clarifies, “Mr. Cameron, I’m sure you’re well aware of the fact that you can’t punch someone just because they say something you don’t like.”

Rafe scoffs, “It’s more complicated than that and you know it. You’ve never had a disciplinary issue with my son before. He’s a good kid with a solid GPA and a bright future. I’m not letting some asshole with bad intentions ruin that for him.”

Throughout this conversation and your phone call with Rafe that led you here, you’d been able to piece together what happened. Just as you think you’ve got the events of this afternoon down, Principal Tucker sits back and purses his lips to hide a smile.

“Mr. Cameron, I think you’ve misunderstood me. The Maybanks aren’t pressing charges against Connor. They’re pressing charges against Josephine.”

Josie’s gum pops again, but this time, it’s an accident out of shock. Connor’s eyes widen as he looks over at his sister, surprise lining her face.

“Josie?” Rafe questions, clearly confused, “Why the hell would they press charges against my daughter?”

“Um,” Josie speaks quietly, raising her hand as if she has a question, “Dad, I kinda, uh, used the defensive move Uncle Topper taught me.”

You cover your mouth with your hand, picturing Josie standing up for her brother and breaking Bennett Maybank’s nose in the process. Rafe’s tongue pokes at his cheek, trying to prevent his own smile from forming.

“She broke his nose,” Tucker repeats.

“He was kicking the shit out of my brother,” Josie snaps back.

“Language, Jo,” Connor mumbles, elbowing her.

“All right,” Rafe draws the conversation back in, “What are we supposed to do? How do we de-escalate the situation?”

Tucker sighs, glancing at Josie, “Personally, I think it would go a long way if she apologized.”

“No,” Josie says immediately.

“Josie,” Connor hisses, “If that’s what will keep you out of trouble, you should do it.”

Rafe remains silent and so do you, knowing that look in Rafe’s eye and accepting the fact that he is prepared to handle the situation while you sit and worry about Connor’s eye.

“Mr. Cameron,” Tucker says, “I really think this would help.”

Without even blinking, Rafe settles his eyes on Josie and gives her a small nod, one that tells her everything she needs to know.

“I will support whatever my daughter decides is best for her. Although, Principal Tucker, I would like to state that she acted in defense of her brother, who was still being kicked even while he was down, after this boy made remarks about getting her drunk so he could—” Rafe’s voice hitches, and he clenches his jaw before he finishes, “Act inappropriately. Allowing that as an administrator could be pretty detrimental to the reputation of the school, don’t you think?”

Tucker leans forward, “Are you threatening me, Mr. Cameron?”

“Not at all,” Rafe replies, “I just think it's the Maybanks you should have in this office with you right now, not us. We’re taking our children home.”

Rafe stands and you follow suit, tucking your purse over your shoulder and following him toward the door. You wrap your arm around Connor and hold him close while Rafe takes Josie’s hand, leading her out.

The Maybank family sits tall outside Principal Tucker’s office; a bloody washcloth pressed against Bennett’s nose. Rafe clenches his jaw as he takes in JJ, wearing a dress shirt and running a hand through his short, neat hair. He’d married a girl with Kook money and moved to the Eight shortly after, where he underwent all of his changes. He’s a far cry from the drunk kid he once was.

“Rafe,” JJ greets him bluntly, standing up, “Anything anyone would like to say to each other?”

Principal Tucker stands at the threshold of his office, listening as the two families speak. Josie sucks in a deep breath and squeezes Rafe’s hand, then steals a glance at her brother.

He’s not tough. She knows this. But, right now, he looks scared. Not for himself, but for her. Personally, Josie could give a fuck less about Bennett Maybank, but she refuses to let Connor lose any sleep over this when he’s the one who jumped up to defend her in the first place.

Rafe’s eyes grow wide when Josie steps forward, releasing his hand and giving JJ a small smile before she turns to Bennett.

“I’m really sorry,” she says, surprising herself when it comes out sincere, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. If you want, I could tutor you in Chemistry to make it right. I’m kind of a science whiz, and my brother told me you’re failing.”

Josie wiggles her jaw to hide a smirk as Bennett’s mother gasps beside him.

“You’re failing?”

Bennett glares at her and Josie shrugs in response, giving him a tight-lipped smile.

“God,” JJ grunts, “I’m sorry, Josie. We won’t be pressing charges, given that our son clearly hasn’t been honest about much lately.”

Josie flashes him a charming smile, “Thank you, Mr. Maybank. I’m sorry for the trouble. You guys have a nice afternoon.”

Connor perks up beside you, and you cast a knowing glance to Rafe before you turn. Rafe gives JJ a head nod before grabbing Josie’s hand, leading her away from the office. Rafe carries her backpack as they walk to the parking lot, kissing her knuckles.

“Jo,” Rafe whispers, gaining her attention, “I love you, baby, but you’re not a science whiz.”

Josie grins, “I know that. The Maybank’s don’t.”

Rafe’s grin makes Josie laugh, and he shakes his head as he opens the car door for her to climb inside. Connor’s already seated, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I never told you Bennett was failing Chem,” he mumbles.

Josie sighs, “I know. Mason told me.”

Connor’s eyebrows furrow as he looks over at her, stealing a glance to their parents to ensure they aren’t listening.

“When did you talk to Mason?” he hisses.

“Last week when he dropped by to borrow your laptop. You really shouldn’t lend that out, by the way.”

“Josie,” Connor groans, “I don’t think you should be talking to those guys.”

Josie stares him dead in the eyes, “I don’t think you should, either.”

“Okay,” Rafe’s voice takes over the car as he closes his door, “While there’s nothing quite like the feeling of picking up both of our children from school for fighting, your mother and I both had to leave work for this. So, here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to be quiet and reflect on the drive home, and when we get there, you both will take turns calmly explaining to us what happened. Sound good?”

Rafe glances up in the rearview mirror as both of them nod. His gaze holds Josie’s for an extra moment, giving her a small nod of reassurance that he isn’t angry. In return, he gets a smile.

You turn in your seat and reach for Connor’s hand, smiling when he gives it to you with no hesitation.

“Do you need anything on the way? We’ll ice your eye at home,” you say.

He shakes his head, “I’m fine, Mom.”

You squeeze his hand, then let go and turn around in your seat. Rafe takes your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to kiss the same way he’d done with Josie earlier. He starts to drive, reveling in the quiet that overtakes the car. His eyes flicker back to Josie every now and then, checking on her and wondering what could possibly be going on in that head of hers. Rafe wonders how she got to be so strong, even in moments where she’s allowed to show weakness.

“No way! You must’ve hit him just right, Jo, that’s amazing. Show me again how you did it.”

Josie grins and makes the motion for Topper again, watching his eyes bulge as the heel of her palm comes up in the air.

“He was gushing blood,” she tells him, “And he deserved it, too.”

Topper laughs, “Yeah, sounds like it. I’m so proud of you.”

Josie smiles and looks over at Connor, who is shrinking down in his chair. Everyone is sitting around in the Cameron's backyard eating lunch and swimming. Connor, whose eye is still bruised and ribs are still sore, doesn’t like talking about it. He doesn’t want to relive it or explain —again — how he got his ass kicked by someone he called his friend.

Josie gives him an apologetic smile and sits down beside him, ignoring Topper as he looks over and starts to discuss the fight with Rafe.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles to him, “I won’t talk about it anymore.”

Connor sighs, “It doesn’t matter, Jo. You saved the day. You deserve to bask in it a little bit.”

She opens her mouth to speak, to thank him for trying to save her, when Kelce’s voice sounds from the shallow end of the pool.

“Jo! Come over here and tell Aunt Mads what happened.”

She gives Connor a small, shallow smile, then stands up and walks toward them. She passes Noah on her way over, who gives her a smile of his own, which she returns. Noah sucks in a breath as her scent fills his nose, turning over his shoulder to watch her walk away. He plops himself down next to Connor at the table, observing the anti-social look in his eye.

“Hey, man,” Noah greets him, “How are you?”

Connor shrugs, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Noah glances over Connor’s shoulder and watches as Josie sits down at the edge of the pool with his parents, tucking her legs into the water and laughing with them. He smiles at the image, noticing the weird rhythm his heartbeats maintain as he stares.

“How stupid did I look? Honestly?”

Noah’s eyes move back over to Connor’s as he furrows his brow, “What? When?”

“When I punched Bennett,” Connor mumbles, “And wound up on the ground.”

Noah scoffs and runs a hand over his head, “Dude, you didn’t look stupid. You were defending your sister. I would’ve done the same if I heard that guy saying that shit about her.”

“You wouldn’t have ended up getting kicked repeatedly in the stomach, though,” Connor reasons.

“Could’ve,” Noah shrugs, “Look. Nobody here is thinking Connor’s stupid for getting laid out on the concrete. They’re thinking how honorable it is that you stepped up to defend your sister. And Josie, I mean, she’s beside herself.”

Connor looks up at him hesitantly, “She told you that?”

Noah chuckles and nods his head.

“Yeah. She looks up to you, she always has, and the fact that you defended her without thinking twice means a lot to her. And I’ll tell you something I’m sure you already know. That girl’s opinion is worth a lot more than any of ours.”

Connor nods slowly, and when he looks up again at Noah, he sees how Noah’s eyes drift back to Josie. He smiles just as Connor hears Josie’s laugh echo up to the deck, and that’s what drops suspicion into Connor’s brain.

“Noah,” Connor says gently, “You tried to pull her back. Why?”

Connor knows why. Connor approves of Noah’s actions. But now, with the way Noah’s looking at Josie, well, it’s a look Connor recognizes well. It’s the same look Connor’s father gives Connor’s mother when she’s sitting on the couch or looking at her phone.

“She could’ve gotten hurt,” Noah answers, his eyes not leaving Josie, “I should’ve known she’d be the one to kick all of their asses. I guess growing up surrounded by boys, she’s learned how to hold her own.”

Connor laughs and so does Noah right as Rafe yells that the burgers are done on the grill. With a handshake and a hug, the boys rise from the table and head down the deck, where they find Rafe pressing you up against the only cool part of the grill, kissing you repeatedly.

“Seriously?” Topper groans.

“You’d think after all this time, they’d cool it,” Kelce grunts.

“I think it’s sweet,” Maddie smiles at you, earning a grin back.

“Do you?” Kelce raises a brow, “C’mere, then. Move over, Cameron.”

You laugh as Kelce starts to kiss Maddie the same way Rafe was kissing you, and before you know it, all the kids are groaning and demanding this all comes to a halt. Topper grabs his burger and vacates the area immediately, while Josie, Connor and Noah wind up settling together by the pool.

You stand beside Rafe as everyone gets their food, resting your head on his shoulder as you stare at the three of them.

“You think the lecture was enough?” you ask him.

He debates for a moment, “I have no idea. I know we had to give it, but my heart just wasn’t in it. Connor defending her and Josie punching some douchebag who can’t keep it in his pants is fine with me.”

“Rafe, we can’t encourage that,” you remind him.

“I’m not encouraging it. But I’m not going to tell them they were wrong, either. JJ Maybank’s a prick, so I’m not surprised his son turned out—”

“Rafe,” you sigh, “Let’s let your issues with JJ go, okay?”

“No. He grabbed your ass.”

“I was sixteen.”

“And I punched the shit out of him,” he reminds you, “So, really, me telling the kids not to do the same is a little hypocritical, don’t you think?”

You sigh, playfully rolling your eyes at him. He grins and wraps his arms around you, leaning down for one more kiss.

“Sometimes, I wonder if we’re doing the right things,” you admit.

He nods in understanding, “Me too, sweetheart. But they seem okay, don’t they?”

You scoff, “Connor has a black eye.”

“From keeping his sister safe,” Rafe reasons, “And I bet you anything he’d do exactly what he did all over again.”

“Maybe,” you mumble, “I’m just—”

“Rafe, Y/N, stop making out and come eat,” Scott yells from the deck, waving the two of you over.

“Go,” Rafe demands softly, giving you one last kiss as he takes the paper plate from your hand, “I’ll make your burger. Get me a beer?”

You nod, rising on your tiptoes and stealing another kiss as he laughs against your mouth. You make your way up to the deck and grab a beer for Rafe, setting it at the empty spot beside you as you join the conversation. Quickly, you glance back at him, finding Josie making her way over to Rafe at the grill.

“Dad?”

Rafe turns and takes her in; faint smile, shiny eyes, freckles peaking out due to the sun. He gives her a wide grin.

“Hey, princess. Want me to fix up your plate for you? I made your veggie burger just the way you like it.”

“No, I’m okay,” she gives him a thankful smile, “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t, um, mad.”

Rafe furrows his eyebrows and turns all the way around, forgetting about her food.

“Why would I be mad?”

Josie shrugs, avoiding his eyes, “I hit someone. And everyone keeps telling me it’s understandable, and I know you told Principal Tucker that you respect my decision, but I just wanted to make sure we’re okay. You and me, I mean.”

Rafe nods, knowing she’s right. The day the fight happened, the conversation had primarily been about Connor and why he started the entire thing. Josie’s part had been covered slightly, but not much considering she’d been defending her brother. Since then, it hadn’t been mentioned much in the house. Connor wants to forget about it, and everyone inside their home respects that. Today, though, filling everyone in, seems to bring it all back up.

“Look at me,” Rafe says to her, watching as she hesitantly looks up at him, “You and me? We’ll always be okay. Baby, you were defending your brother. And, honestly, yourself. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of how strong you are. But I want you to understand something, too, are you listening?”

Josie swallows, “Yes.”

“You don’t have to be strong like that if you don’t want to be. If you’re upset about what happened, you come to me. I’m not going to judge you.”

Rafe watches as she nods slowly, the look in her eyes telling him just how much that means to her.

“Thanks, Dad,” she mumbles.

He gives her a smile, watching as the corners of her lips tip up, “I love you so much, princess. C’mere.”

Josie collapses into his arms, squeezing him as tight as he squeezes her.

“I love you, too,” she whispers to him.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Rafe chuckles, “Now, come on. Let's get you some lunch.”

Rafe makes up Josie’s burger, then yours, then his own, and travels up the deck with the two plates in his hand. He settles in beside you, leaning over to give you a kiss on the cheek once he’s seated.

“Need anything?” he asks you.

You shake your head, eyeing the plate he’d made so perfectly.

“I’m good,” you smile, “Is she?”

Rafe gives you a shy smile, because of course you’d been watching, he thinks.

“Yeah, she’s good. She loves me.”

You laugh and so does he, settling his arm along the back of your chair.

“I love you,” you remind him.

He grins, “I love you, too.”

Scott leans over, narrowing his eyes at the two of you.

“I love you, three. Now, eat your food and join the conversation. We've been trying to get your attention since your shirtless husband came up here.”

You laugh and look down at the table, mumbling out an apology before Sarah starts to explain what you’ve missed. Rafe listens for a moment, but can’t help his eyes fall down the deck and to the pool, where his greatest love sits with her legs dangling in the water. He smiles as he watches her laugh at something Noah Smith told her, and with a small clench of his jaw at the recognition of the expression on Noah’s face, he turns back to his food to distract himself.

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years ago

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de fragee prutia | part 2.

Summary: Welcome to the world of Descendants but with a slight twist. (Y/N) is the daughter of Prince Naveen and Princess Tiana. Being girlfriend to Ben and a royal herself, (Y/N) encourages Ben to bring over some kids from the Isle. Will she be putting everything she loves to the test with this idea? Will she and Ben survive or will she meet someone else along the way?

Pairing: Ben x reader

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: none

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

“Are we sure we can we really do this? To (Y/N)?” Carlos asked.

They were in the dorms’ basement kitchen that was available for late night snacks. Mal had found a recipe for love potion cookies.

“No, we are not but do we have a choice?”

“We need a tear. A real, sad one.”

“Let’s just get (Y/N) down here and tell her what’s about to happen.”

“CARLOS! We have no choice! Can you think of another way to get the wand that wouldn’t hurt her because I’d love to hear it!”

Carlos fell silent because he knew he had nothing. This was the only way.

“Okay, so let’s chop up an onion and get you a tear.”

“We need a tear of human sadness. This potion’s the best reviewed. We’re following it exactly.”

“A tear’s a tear.” Jay chimed in.

“Actually, no.” Evie handed Mal the bag of flour. “They both have antibodies and enzymes but an emotional tear has more protein-based hormones than a reflex.”

“Well, look at you.”

Evie smiled proud of herself. Just then, Lonnie strolled in looking for a late night snack. The kids scrambled to hide Mal’s spell book under the egg carton.

“Oh hey guys. Mal, all the girls want you to do their hair! Midnight snack, too?” Lonnie looked at the bowl of cookie dough. She stuck a finger in to grab a bite before the VKs could stop her. Jay took this as his opportunity to try and flirt with her.

“Hey, there.”

“Umm, hi?”

“Do you think it’s missing something?” Mal asked Lonnie.

“Could use some chips?”

“Chips?”

“Chips. Like chocolate chips. Like your mothers would make when you were feeling down about the world?” Lonnie couldn’t help but shed a tear as she realized they didn’t have it easy on the Isle. Mal quickly wiped her tear and plopped it in the batter.

“We’ll be fine Lonnie, thanks for stopping by. Don’t forget your snack! Evil Dreams.”

“Oop, almost forgot. Thanks. See you guys tomorrow. Don’t stay up too late.” And with that Lonnie left the four to finish making the love potion cookies.

(Y/N POV)

“Hey guys!” You run up to everyone crowded around Mal’s locker and by virtue your locker that was right next to her’s.

“Look, Mal made these.” Ben said holding up a cookie and taking a bite.

You snatched the cookie out of Ben’s hand. You were about to take a bite when the VKs stopped you. “Do these have walnuts?”

“Yes!” Mal rushed out, “I mean, Ben told me about your allergy but I completely forgot when making them.”

“Oh well, maybe next time.”

“Haha, yeah, maybe. That’s too bad. I’ll take that back now.”

Mal practically ripped the cookie from your hand. You marveled at that girl’s reflexes. Beside you, Ben started coughing.

“Faldi Faldonza! Ben are you alright?”

Jay came up behind him, “How you feeling, bro?”

Ben stopped coughing and looked around at everyone before settling on Mal and the cookies. “Mal, have you always had those gold flecks in your eyes?”

His comment made you look closer. Ben was the more observant of you two, something he got from Belle. The sun shining down brought out some gold in Mal’s green eyes.

“Huh, you’re right. She does. I’ll see you at the game. Gotta head down to the field early for practice!” You reach in between Ben and Mal to grab your poms from your locker. You quickly gave Mal a side hug and kissed Ben on the cheek— one he didn’t return, probably payback from the cafeteria incident.

“Kill the game tonight, Amandi. You too Jay and Carlos.” You ran to the field for cheer.

~~~~~

The game ended with Auradon winning. The Falcons were a good team, it was honestly neck and neck until the brilliant final play by Carlos and Jay. The whole tourney team was celebrating when Ben grabbed the mic from the MC.

“Everyone. I’ve got a special announcement to make. For my girl out there. Did I mention I’m in love with you? Hit it Doug!”

Out of nowhere the band started to play some music. Ben’s routine started out cute and goofy with the rest of the tourney team slowly joining in. You hid your face with your poms. It’s not like you and Ben ever hid anything but you weren’t the one to be so public with your relationship. Yet, here he was being very, very public with it. The cheer squad decided it would be fun to join and they were all gushing with you as you guys performed your halftime routine on the sidelines in time to Ben’s song.

(Third Person POV)

“My love is R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!” Ben sang.

“R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!” (Y/N) screamed louder than anyone else. The VKs weren’t paying attention to Ben but to her. This wasn’t going to end well and they knew it.

All of a sudden, Ben jumped into the crowded bleachers during a music break in the song. The VKs watched the look of confusion settle over (Y/N)’s face as Ben made his way to Mal.

“And I would give my kingdom for just one kiss!” He finished singing as he grabbed Mal by the waist. “Mal would you go to coronation with me?”

Mal couldn’t answer him right away. She was too focused on (Y/N). So were Evie, Carlos, and Jay. They watched as (Y/N) shook her head, tears starting to stream down her face before she ran off the field.

“Well, Mal? Will you go with me?”

“Yes!”

“She said yes!” Ben and everyone else cheered.

(Y/N POV)

“She said yes!”

You heard Ben scream into the mic as you ran away towards the locker room. You were hyperventilating, partly from the running and partly from trying to hold back tears. You were confused. This was something you never saw coming. Did it happen while you were gone visiting The Great Wall with Lonnie as she assisted you on your diplomacy trip? Ben could’ve at least told you but you thought everything was just fine.

“(Y/N)?” one of the girls from the squad called out. The whole squad came running in.

“I’m fine. I’m good. See you at practice tomorrow.”

“Oh…okay.”

You shoved your poms in your duffle bag as quickly as possible and made an attempt to scurry out of there. This wasn’t something you wanted to deal with right now. The squad didn’t need to see you weak. On your way out, you caught Audrey giving you a look. It was a mix of sympathy but also a look saying you had this coming.

You were crying on your bedroom floor. You had composed yourself to finally get out of the shower and found yourself back to crying, only now in a fluffy towel. You struggled to remove Ben’s ring from your finger amidst all your tears. Once you did, you threw the ring against the door in anger.

“(Y/N)?”

“Go away, please.”

“It’s us. Are you okay?” You couldn’t recognize the voice but you knew it was different from the first one.

“I don’t know who’s there but I’m fine, you can go now.”

“It’s your gang?” A third voice. Now you knew.

You wrapped your towel tighter and moved to open the door. You wiped your face as the VKs looked at you with sadness.

“I forgot something on our schedule didn’t I? Shit, give me five minutes. I normally have these written down I guess I assumed nothing was happening after the game. I’m so sorry, let me—”

“We came to see if you were okay.” Carlos cut you off.

“I’m fine. If that’s it then you guys can go I’m good.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? Like really—”

“NO! What do you want me to say Jay?! Oh no I’m doing just great! Everything’s fine. That was so embarrassing. No wait, that’s an understatement. I have never been so humiliated in my life! I don’t want to look at anyone of you right now, especially not the person he PUBLICLY DUMPED ME FOR! Wait I didn’t even get publicly dumped, I wasn’t even given that decency.”

You yelled your head off at them. Your face getting hotter and hotter. They looked down at the floor.

“Faldi Faldonza,” you whispered after you came down from your rage cloud. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t… this isn’t what any of us need right now. I just need some space for a bit. This isn’t about you guys, it’s not your fault. Feelings are feelings. I just… I don’t think I can talk till the weekend’s over. Okay?”

“Yeah. We shouldn’t have come barging in on you so quickly.”

“No, no. That’s what good friends do. I imagine Lonnie and Doug are about to follow in your footsteps.” You tried to joke but it came out rather dry. “I’ll see you all next week okay.”

You hugged each of them.

“Bye, (Y/N).”

“Bye, guys. Hi Lonnie, Doug.” You didn’t think they would show up that quick but there they were on their way in as the VKs were on there way out.

“I brought the cookie dough.” Lonnie held up a tub.

“And I brought the emotional support.” Doug offered.

You tried not to cry knowing that the VKs could still hear. They didn’t need to feel bad about this but the tears started once Lonnie and Doug showed up. They both hugged you.

“Shhh. It’s okay, it’s okay.”

The weekend was not the best to say the least. Lonnie and Doug stayed with you the whole night on Friday. Saturday, you saw Ben kiss Mal at his locker. This led to mascara streaming down your face and you quickly ducking your head into your locker as the VKs gave you pitiful looks. Saturday night you pulled out the tiny spellbook Mama Odie gave you. You weren’t born with magic but thanks to your mom and dad’s short lived time as frogs as well as a magic talking alligator for an uncle, you were magically inclined. So were your brothers TC and James.

You ruffled through the book until you found the page on teleportation back home. You packed an overnight bag and found yourself in a branch of the big tree in your backyard. The tree sat in the middle of a bayou. You shimmied your way out the tree and carefully jumped from stone to stone until you made it to the woods part of the castle grounds.

“What you doing back here, Sormanna? You ain’t got a break. Imma go tell Mama.” (big sister)

“You ain’t gon’ do nothing, TC.” You whisper yelled.

“TC! Who you out there talking to?! What’s going… (Y/N)?”

“Chilo, James.” Your big brother was standing in front of you. (Hello, James)

“What you doin’ back here?”

“What you doin’? You should be at college right now.”

“Okay. Fair. But why are you here? Huh, Manni? You don’t come back unless it’s a real break. Mama and Padri know you back?” (sis/dad)

“No. And can we keep it that way plaifavo?” (please)

You hadn’t planned on running into anyone. You just wanted to be away from Auradon for the day. You were going to go to bed in your own room, maybe bribe the servants to keep quiet and sneak you breakfast, spend Sunday outside in the capital city and then return home that night for school in the morning. You certainly hadn’t planned on telling anyone what happened with you and Ben.

“Mi vais botter el culcay.” James said. (Imma kick his ass.)

You, him, and TC were skipping stones across the Bayou. They kept good on their promise to not tell anyone you were here.

“You ain’t doing no such thing.”

“Fine. But you know your manno’s got you, right?” (brother)

“Yeah, I know.” You gave James a hug.

“So does that mean I can’t kick his culcay either.”

“Man, TC, you shouldn’t even be saying that word.” James said as he pulled TC into the hug.

~~~~~~~~~

You were back in your bed at school. Spending yesterday with James and TC was exactly what you needed. Aside from breaks, the three of you didn’t spend much time with each other anymore. You all went to the same school in Maldonia for a bit. But then James went to a school in Camelot Heights and then graduated early and moved on to college. You became the new kid at Auradon and TC, as the baby of the trio, was left in Maldonia.

You shoved whatever you needed into your backpack and put on one of your smaller, simple tiaras. You didn’t really wear any of your crowns on school days, unless it was a special event, but to face the day you felt like you needed extra encouragement today.

“Hey, you good?” Lonnie asked as you sat down next to her for history.

“Yep, Lonnie. I’m doing just fine.”

“You haven’t had to be around them today have you?”

“No. Today is just a quiet day. School, practice, dorm. That’s it.”

What you didn’t tell Lonnie was that you were taking Evie crown shopping during lunch and that’s why you had to rush Evie onto the bus when you saw Lonnie passing by. It still hurt to see all the VKs and Ben together but you figured you could start with Evie and work your way back to the big group. You handed Evie a tangerine once the bus pulled off. The two of you peeled and ate tangerines in silence as the bus drove. When it stopped, you and Evie, jumped off and headed into the boutique.

“I got my first tiaras in Maldonia but we can’t make that trip and be back for your class. But Ben…Benjamin took me here for my first Auradon crown, so here we are.”

“Thank you so much, (Y/N).”

You and Evie tried on dozens of crowns. She had your old one but you felt a true starter pack was three tiaras so you were looking for two more, one silver and one gold.

“Not that one! It screams Charming.”

Evie quickly set down the big silver crown with pearls. “I want nothing to do with Chad Charming. Especially not a crown. You know he tried to get my magic mirror confiscated?”

“Well, I think this one says Grimhilde. Trendy, chic, yet smart.”

Evie laughed as she placed the tiara on her head. You paid for the crowns and you two got on the bus. The tiaras were a gift. You knew Evie and Mal were making money from hair and clothes services for the Auradon kids but they split the money with Carlos and Jay. It was more important they all saved the money they had and not waste it so the crowns were on you. Besides, you offered the shopping trip and Maldonia wasn’t exactly a poor kingdom.

You and Evie were walking up to the campus, arms linked, when you ran into Ben and the other VKs. The awkward tension ran thick. It was a bit overwhelming to say the least.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

“Hi, Jay. Carlos, Mal, Ben.”

You and Evie dropped arms. You handed Evie her shopping bag and started to walk off.

“Wait, (Y/N). Do you want to join us for dinner Thursday?”

All five of them? You were going to have to get over it sooner or later. Going to dinner would feel like ripping off a band-aid, guess this process was starting sooner rather than later.

“Yeah, sounds good. I will write that down right now.”

You pulled out your phone to mark it in your calendar. Your heart dropped as a reminder popped up. You must have had a look on your face, because Jay grabbed your arm.

“Huh? Thursday, right. See you then. Well, I’ll see you in class but dinner okay, bye.”

(Third Person POV)

“What was that about?” Mal hesitated to ask.

“A reminder for Ben’s birthday on Thursday and we just asked her to look and talk to him for a whole lunch hour.”

The VKs were hoping that maybe they got it wrong, that (Y/N) didn’t care about Ben but it was becoming painfully obvious how right they were.

(Y/N POV)

“Isn’t that right, (Y/N)? (Y/N)?!” Carlos called your name.

“Huh?!” You looked up from your work at the table. You guys were sitting outside at one of the picnic benches.

“Sorry guys, New Orleans paperwork. They’re thinking of implementing Maldonian classes into the school curriculum and working their way into becoming a territory, all thanks to Padri…and you guys don’t care.”

“No, no it’s fascinating really. Maldonian, New Orleans territory. We love that stuff.” Jay said sarcastically.

“Chie Pelize,” you muttered under your breath. (So annoying)

“Mi po tambssi parler pluta langues, Prutia.” (I can speak multiple languages too, Princess)

Jay said with a smirk on his face. Your eyes went wide, nobody here but Ben knew Maldonian and even he only knew a few words here and there. You want to wipe the smug look of Jay’s face. You went to put your paperwork in your backpack when you saw the drawstring pouch.

“Right, I almost forgot. Happy birthday, Ben!”

You threw him the drawstring pouch of the rings. You had planned for y'all to wear the rings as couple rings but after the big incident you put all the rings in the pouch. You watched as Ben pulled the rings out of the bag.

“Oh these are really cool, (Y/N). Thanks. It looks like that one old bracelet you had.” There was Ben, always the observer.

“Yeah. That was actually the thing for Audrey, I went to Doc. No biggie.”

“Oh no. I haven’t found anything for you yet. I mean, I had something but it was too romantic considering… I’ll get you something good though, I promise.”

“It’s okay, Ben,” you lied. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Are we missing something?” Mal asked.

“(Y/N) and I are birthday twins.”

“Oh it’s your birthday too?! Well in that case we need cake!”

Mal whipped out her spell book and in no time a cake appeared on the table with ‘Happy Birthday’ written on it. Mal cut out a piece and gave you the first slice. You and the rest of the group ate the cake and talked about everything and nothing.

“(Y/N), do you think you could find a time to show Mal the coronation process?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve been talking to Fairy Godmother about it and we agreed for Mal to take over the coronation blessing from you.”

“Oh, she doesn’t have to, it’s fine…” Mal interrupted.

“No, Mal it’s cool. You’re the girlfriend. It shouldn’t be too hard. Only took me a week and half to master and I’m magically inclined. You’re magic born, should take you like three days at the most. Don’t worry about not getting it. Besides, you taking this is just one thing off my list as royal advisor so thank you.” You smiled at her.

“Actually, about that… we have a meeting with my parents in the next week or so.”

“About what, Ben? I thought we handled everything, including the budget. There shouldn’t be anything left to do until next month.”

“It’s about transferring some powers, we can talk about this at the meeting.”

“Sorry, Ben, but we really can’t cause I’m not following. Didn’t we already sign the papers. You and your dad signed the transfer of sovereignty last week and Belle and I signed as witnesses.”

“Not my power. But um, Mal as royal advisor.”

“I’m sorry, what? Ben, that’s my job. My literal job.”

“Well, Mal is my girlfriend now so—”

“She is just your girlfriend! Royal advisor has been my position to my parents in Maldonia before I became yours in Auradon. I’m actually still one of the advisors in Maldonia!”

“Royal advisor is just a title before Queen. It traditionally goes to the girlfriend.”

“Hey, Ben, maybe we should just—”

Carlos tried to say something but you grabbed your backpack and stood up.

“That’s such bull Ben! You and Belle picked me as an advisor while you were still with Audrey. It has always been about the job!”

“Audrey was advisor too not just you. She gave it up pretty quickly.”

“Whoa okay, let’s discuss this later maybe?” Jay tried.

“SHE QUIT! That’s why she’s not advisor. She didn’t want a job if it didn’t come with the kingdom. I don’t care about that, Ben! This stress is my life. This is my job! You can add Mal, I’d be happy to show her the ropes but what the hell is this? Removing me from my office?”

“Why are you making this a big deal? What is the problem?”

That got you. Ben couldn’t even understand what he was doing wrong. You rifled through your backpack and found Ben’s ring.

“You know what?! I was going to be nice about this and even give Mal your ring. But you can do it your goddamn self Ben!”

You threw the ring at his chest.

“I can’t do this anymore! Don’t talk to me Ben! You wanna know what’s wrong? Even Audrey didn’t get treated like this? Why can’t you just apologize?!”

“Apologize? For what, because I love Mal?!”

You had nothing. You don’t think you ever heard him say that before. You turned the VKs.

“If you guys want to hang out, just let me know; but I’m not if he’s around. I can’t do this with Ben anymore.”

(Third Person POV)

The VKs didn’t think that argument could have gotten any worse. They watched as (Y/N) collected her stuff. Mal quickly recovered from the shock.

“Jay, Evie go find her. Carlos and I will stay here.”

Evie and Jay were on it, running quickly to catch up with (Y/N).

“(Y/N)! Prutia! Wait, how do you run so fast?!” Jay yelled as he tried to catch up.

“Dammit we lost her. You go that way Jay, I’ll go this way.”

(Y/N) heard Jay and Evie but kept going till she was at the door to her room. Before (Y/N) could open the door, Jay grabbed the doorknob and slammed the door closed again.

“Let me in my room, Jay.”

“Not until you talk to me.”

“Then we’ll be here all night.” (Y/N) tried to push against the door but Jay was stronger than anticipated.

“Talk to me, Prutia.”

“Don’t call me that.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. He wasn’t going to let her go. “Okay, fine. Come in.”

“Wicked room.”

“Thanks.”

(Y/N) motioned for him to sit on her bed. She pressed the power button on her electric kettle and got two teacups ready.

“Mal and Carlos are talking to him right now.” Jay said as she was handed a teacup.

“Well they can stop trying, I don’t want to talk to him.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Right now, Jay, yeah I do. I’m not mad about him and Mal. I’ve said it before, she has nothing to do with this.”

(Y/N) flopped down on her bed, mindful of Jay’s teacup.

“I’m mad that he doesn’t realize he did some things that weren’t right. And that my job matters to me.”

“He’s just not in his right mind.”

“Well, until he gets in his right mind I don’t want to talk to him.” (Y/N) paused. “Will you stay the night? Normally it’s Lonnie and Doug but…”

(Y/N) faltered off. She kept her eyes trained on her teacup. Jay had never seen her appear so broken. (Y/N) was always this head girl in charge. She really cared about her job, it was clear it meant everything to her.

“Yeah, of course I can. I’ll text everyone, let them know where you are and that you’re okay.”

“Tell them they can come over too if they want.” (Y/N) said a little too quickly to not sound desperate.

“Yeah, okay.”

(Y/N) laughed as Jay made himself comfortable in her room.

“What?” he said as he took off his shoes and sprawled out over the bed, resulting in him laying on top of (Y/N).

“Nothing. This is normally just James’ job or Doug if we’re in Auradon.”

“You want me to speak Maldonian? Wear glasses? Would that make it better?”

The two heard a knock at the door. Jay yelled for them to come in. Carlos, Evie, and Mal dogpiled on top of the two. Dude ran up and licked (Y/N)’s face.

“I brought everyone pajamas.”

Evie got up to show. They were nightgowns. Each person had their own signature color with a symbol decal. (Y/N)’s was green with a frog on the right chest and on the back of course, but Evie paid special mind to add blue lily pads around the bottom like Tiana’s blue dress. (Y/N) laughed when she saw even Dude had a tiny nightgown.

“Um, E?” Mal asked, eyeing the hideous things.

“I thought we needed something fun, you know.”

“We are totally wearing the pajamas.”

The VKs, except for Evie, looked at (Y/N) like she sprouted two heads.

“I’m the sad one remember? And the sad one wants the funny pajamas.”

Evie clapped her hands. “It’s settled.”

(Y/N) and the VKs were a tangle of limbs as all five of them tried to fit on the bed. Dude had no problem at the end of the bed, in this moment everyone envied the dog.

“Carlos, if you move your foot one more time, I’m kicking you off the bed.” Mal threatened.

“We should do something fun this weekend,” Evie suggested.

“Um, I actually can’t,” Mal said quietly, “Ben asked me on a date.”

Mal didn’t want to say anything but she figured the truth now was better than an excuse and having (Y/N) find out something later.

“That’s fine. We’ll just do something fun and Mal will have to miss out. We’ll try to have fun for you too.” (Y/N) joked.

“Mmm hmm okay. Goodnight.”

(Third Person POV)

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Mal and the rest of the VKs were in her room. They had left (Y/N) the other day feeling mixed emotions.

“Yeah, we need that wand but not like this.”

“I’m telling Ben at this date. I can’t do this to (Y/N). I didn’t think they’d have an argument.”

“Especially not one that big.”

“Thank you Carlos, really helping me feel better.”

“Okay, let’s get you ready so you and Ben can leave before (Y/N) gets here.” Evie said patting blush on Mal’s cheeks.

As they finished Mal’s makeup, Ben knocked on the door.

“Wow. For the first time, I understand the difference between pretty and beautiful.” Ben said as he saw her.

“Yeah, okay let’s go.” Mal unenthusiastically grabbed his hand and dragged him along.

(Y/N) hid around the corner until they walked away; she had shown up slightly early on accident. (Y/N) knocked on Mal and Evie’s door. The other VKs were still inside.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Jay tried to act cool.

“I already heard. I was right around the corner.”

The three exchanged looks of sadness. It had become apparent that Y/N was not over Ben no matter how cordial she had been.

“I’m fine guys! I’m fine. I said I was taking you out for a picnic. Let’s go!”

Meanwhile at the Enchanted Lake, Ben had set up a picnic for him and Mal. He fed Mal a strawberry, at first she was reluctant but she ate one anyway because he insisted and then discovered she absolutely loved strawberries. Mal looked at Ben’s face, it was full of love— but it shouldn’t have been towards her.

“Ben, I have to tell you something.”

Mal began to explain the whole situation and how bad she felt. But the only thing she could see in Ben’s eyes was love.

“That’s funny, Mal.”

“Oh my gosh, you don’t believe a word I’m saying. You’re still spelled.”

“You’re adorable. Saying I’m sp—”

Mal reached over and kissed Ben. Ben kissed back, holding on to Mal’s waist.

“No! It should’ve worked. True love’s kiss breaks every spell!”

“Is that what that was? True love’s kiss?” Ben kissed her again, this time he had tried to deepen the kiss. It was farther than he and (Y/N) had gone. Mal quickly pulled away.

“I’m going to have to think of something else,” she said to herself. Unspelling Ben would require another potion.

“I’m going for a swim. Care to join?”

“I think I’ll just watch for now.”

Mal flipped through her spellbook as Ben swam. It was hard to find but she found something to undo the love potion. It was in tiny print at the bottom of one of the pages. Of course, her mother wouldn’t want something that could be used for good to have a prominent spot in her spellbook. It had been quite some time since Mal had seen Ben come up.

“Ben?! BEN!” she yelled.

Soon enough Ben popped up.

“I have to go find (Y/N)!”

Mal didn’t know what happened but she saw the shift in Ben’s eyes. “How?”

“The Enchanted Lake washes away all spells. Mal, what did you do?!”

“Ben, I am so sorry.”

“I just have a question. Why’d you tell me? If you wanted us to date?”

He still thought it was Mal having a crush. The VKs were still in the clear with the wand. Ben didn’t suspect a thing. They still had a chance to please their parents, if Mal lied smartly.

“It wasn’t going to happen organically. (Y/N) really likes you Ben.”

“I’ve got to go find her.” Ben jumped out the lake as fast as humanly possible. He rushed trying to put on his clothes.

“She’s with Carlos, Jay, and Evie. They took her on a picnic.”

“I messed up.” Ben said to no one in particular.

“No, it’s my fault Ben.”

“Does your spell make me say things about her being royal advisor?” Ben knew he crossed a line. Mal’s spell may have blinded him but he also took it too far. (Y/N) loved that goddamn job.

“This is all my fault, I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, you’re right, it is your fault! Shit, I’m sorry… let’s just go.”

“They’re at the big tree.”

“I messed up.” He said again.

(Y/N POV)

“What is up with you and tangerines?” Carlos asked as you handed them out to the group.

“We grow them in Maldonia. And as someone constantly working, it’s usually the only thing I end up eating. Small, no prep, can fit in a pocket.”

“You should really eat more.”

“I’m eating more right now aren’t I?”

You and the VKs were sitting outside underneath the big oak tree on the lawn for your picnic. Doug and Lonnie came along too. You were trying to introduce the VKs to more Auradon people other than you and Ben. Some people were friendly with them; but, so far no one really tried to be their friends.

“Hey, Mal! Benjamin.” You saw the two of them approaching from a distance. “Sorry, you just missed the tangerines!”

“(Y/N)!”

As Ben called your name, you noticed he was soaking wet. Well now this was just rubbing salt into an open wound. Ben had only ever taken you out on dates by the Enchanted Lake, not even Audrey went on a date there. It was you two that built the little pavilion there in the first place, well you suggested to have it built no one trusted you with creating a sound structure.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry.” Ben said once he got closer to the picnic. Mal quietly sat down next to Evie.

You were caught off guard. You just sat there and looked at him. Lonnie was on the defensive, ready to confront Ben if that’s what you needed.

“I’m seriously sorry.”

“For what? The pavilion date, my public humiliation, firing me.” You could go on. You wanted to go on, adding all the little petty things you could think of.

“All of it. I have so much to explain but just know I feel so bad for what I’ve done.”

“You know, Ben, I don’t really want to hear an explanation right now.”

“Please. Talk to me, Prutia.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Prutia…”

“You lost all right to call me that, Benjamin.” You had been looking at the ground the whole time.

“(Y/N), I can make this right if you just let me talk.”

“Your words have been saying a lot lately.”

“There’s an explanation for that.”

“There’s an explanation for this! An explanation for that! Come back when you have something that’s not an explanation. I said don’t talk to me Ben and I meant it.”

“No spundite quel algo ce ti penticosa.” Jay warned you. (Don’t say something you’re going to regret)

“Find me when you have something other than words.”

“Amand—”

“No. I’m not doing this with you, Ben. Not today.” You started to choke up a bit. “Not right now.”

“Okay…okay.” Ben said quietly and walked off.

“Oh, look. Chicken tenders, heh.” Doug failed miserably at deflecting.

Everyone grew silent. The air grew heavy and settled around the picnic. Mal gave everyone a look to scram and leave you and her alone.

“We have a lot to talk about.” Mal said. Once everyone left, her mouth ran like a broken faucet.

You could kill her.

“You have ten seconds to get out of my line of sight before I strangle you,” You said watching Mal quickly get up and leave.

~~~~~

(Third Person POV)

“How’d it go?” Evie asked when Mal entered the room. Evie, Jay, and Carlos had been waiting for her to come back.

“Oh, she’s pissed.”

“It could’ve gone worse.”

“I’m pretty sure I just got cussed out in about six languages. Jay, do you know what ‘ti maltainda perrsal’ means?”

Jay gave a short chuckle. “Trust me, you don’t want to know. Prutia will get over it.”

“Are we sure?”

Mal felt like she seriously messed up. (Y/N) had been a real friend to the VKs and she might’ve just ruined that.

“No,” Jay said leaning against the doorway. “But, she knows how bad you feel. You better hope that’s enough.”

(Part 3)...

#ben florian x reader #ben descendants #descendants fic

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