#and after everyone left my manager bought me a beer and we sat outside with the owner in the fire light

[fangirlinginleatherboots]

I love my job so much I want to cry. I have personal, unique relationships with 40 dogs and their owners and they give my life so much joy and meaning. Tonight we opened the bar officially and the social club at the facility and it means so much to me. I'm so happy. I'm so proud of the work I do.

[countrymusiclover]

8 - The Jealousy Plan

Part 9

It’s About Time

Tags just ask - @lover-of-books-and-tea @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @liesanddreams @bethanymccauley @skeletonontheroad

Ashley, Hannah and I were walking out of class and I saw someone walking by with some candy. I had heard rumors that Georgie had started selling candy a month after Veronica and her boyfriend broke up. Georgie saw the girl come out of the bathroom. “Veronica.”

She smiled at him. “Oh, hey.”

“Come here. I got something for you.” Georgie opened his bag of candy.

She came over looking in his bag. “Ooh, is it candy?”

“No, but it is pretty sweet.” He handed her a black box.

I rolled my eyes wanting to leave. “This is unbelievable.”

“Georgie, what did you do?” The blonde asked him curiously.

He looked at the black box. “Just open it.”

“This looks expensive. $100?” She opened the box gasping at how much he had spent on a tiny silver necklace.

Georgie smiled at her. “And that's without tax.”

“I can't accept this.”

He shakes his head at her response. “B-But I bought it for you.”

Veronica snapped at my best friend. “Well, you shouldn't have.”

Ashley sent me a half smile when he tried to figure her out. “I don't get you. I went out of my way to buy you something nice and you don't even want it.”

“Georgie, it's too much. I mean, you're not gonna impress me by throwing money around.” Veronica shut the box, giving it back and walking away.

“You sure? In "Material Girl," Madonna loves it.” Georgie calls out as the blonde walked away glancing over at me. “What did I do wrong Y/n?”

“Maybe she just doesn’t like you and you're throwing all your efforts out when there’s someone else who likes you!” I spun around on my feet leaving my two friends standing with him not wanting to talk with him right then.

For the rest of the day I didn’t have class with him and I managed to basically avoid him until school let out. My moms car pulled up in the parking lot and I opened the door about to get in hearing Georgie’s voice. “ I saw you smile.”

Veronica was holding the gift box standing by her car and he was standing near her. “Go away, Georgie.”

“You can eat it or wear it, it's up to you.” Georgie smiled back at her, shifting his gaze over to me. He walked over seeing me toss my backpack in the car. “Y/n, can we talk?”

“Not really. I have to get home soon.” I bared my teeth not wanting to see him winning over Veronica.

He slides his backpack on his shoulder. “Are you mad at me or something?”

“I avoided you most of the day, what do you think?”

“What did I do?” He asked confused.

I shut the door in his face turning in my seat to look at my mom. “Missy could figure it out before you. Why don’t you ask her!”

“What was that about?”

“He likes another girl.” I grumble. “Could I hang out at Connie’s house for a little while?”

“Sure.” My mom tuned on the car and we drove to his Memaw’s house.

I pushed her front door open hearing a ruckus coming from the backyard. Sitting my backpack down I went to the back door finding the noise. Going outside I went around the corner seeing Connie sitting at the picnic table with a beer watching Missy throw a ball at an empty trash can. “What are you guys doing out here?”

“I'm practicing the baseball tricks my dad taught me. Why aren't you with my brother?” Missy asked, holding a baseball in her hands.

I sat down in the empty chair with her grandmother. “I ditched him at school. He's on my nerves right now.”

“Has my idiot grandson not noticed you have a crush on him yet?” Connie turned her head in my direction.

I leaned forward in the seat, baffled. “You know. How?”

“It's kind of obvious.” Missy replied.

Covering my face with my hands I throw my head back sinking in the chair. “If I'm lucky everyone in Medford will know before he ever does.”

“Connie, are you home!” I heard a guy's voice calling from the backdoor I had left open.

Connie shifted in her chair. “Out here John!”

“Hello Connie and your Sheldon's sister Missy.” An older man that was bald and looked to be the same age as the woman waved coming outside. He moved his gaze to me. “Have we met before?”

She waved him over grabbing a third chair for the table so he could sit. “John this is Georgie’s best friend.”

“Y/n, nice to meet you.” I got up from my chair holding out my hand.

The elderly man shakes my hand, holding a bag of fruit in his other hand. “John Sturgis. I brought a bag of grapes if you all would like some.”

“So why are you mad with Georgie?” Whipping my head around Missy asked me throwing a ball at the trash can and it fell over.

John and I made our way over to the table sitting back with Connie. “He's trying so hard to be with Veronica and it frustrates me.”

“May I ask a question?” John entered the conversation.

I nodded yes. “Sure.”

“Is Georgie your mate?”

I blushed at the use of the word mate with Missy chiming in. “No but she wants him to be.”

“We've been friends since forever. Now he likes this other girl at school and I can't stand it. I'm just too afraid to tell him how I feel while he's pursuing her.” I tapped the armrests of the chair I was in.

Connie sipped from her beer bottle. “Teenage boys are the worst.”

“I could throw a baseball at him. Knock some sense into him if you want.” Missy offers me.

Shaking my head no I wasn't sure that was necessary. Dr. Sturgis finished the grapes he was eating adding to the conversation. “Lions in the wild typically fight over the lioness that they want to be with me. You could incorporate that.”

“I don't think me fighting with him will get me anywhere.”

Connie sat her drink down. “He might be onto something. You could date someone else or show interest in another guy he's close with to make him jealous..”

“And realize he has feelings for me.” I finished her sentence.

Missy throws a fist into the air. “Yeah!”

“It could work but with who?”

Connie questioned me. “Are any of your other guy friends signal?”

“Ryker and Ashley are together.”

Missy added in knowing about my friend group. “Marlowe. You could date Marlowe.”

“I'll talk with him at school tomorrow. This just might work.” I responded to the other three people.

Connie held out her hand, Missy put hers on hers, Dr. Sturgis and I put our hands over there. “Then it's a deal, kiddo. Cooper Jealousy Plan on three.”

“One…Two…Three.” Dr. Sturgis counted off.

The four of us hollered raising our hands in the air in victory. “Cooper Jealousy Plan!” If Marlowe agrees to our plan then maybe Georgie would feel the same.

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[thesmokingguns]

Bad Day, Worse Night

Word Count: 2051

Summary: You’re having a bad day and just want to come home and stay in bed all night but your boyfriend is on a mission to cheer you up and turn your bad day into a good night. But he doesn’t have the best of luck. 

A/N: I wasn’t going to post today after dropping a bunch of stuff yesterday but kind of like writing Kelly Nickels so I had to write this piece today. I know you’re all probably getting tired of this but I want to thank everyone for engaging in the posts. Let me know if there are any characters you prefer me writing for or if you want something more specific please feel free to request HERE. Thanks everyone!

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Part One: Bad Day

The door burst open with a crash so loud Kelly looked up from the couch where he was picking at his bass. When the door slammed shut with a louder slam, his eyebrow shot up. You stormed past him into the bedroom slamming another door making the beer he had on the table shake from the force. If he didn’t reach out it would have spilled all over the coffee table.

“Love, by slamming the doors are you trying to tell me something?” He called from the couch. Instead of a response he heard muffled screaming coming from the room. “Take that as a yes.” He muttered to himself as he moved to the bedroom, opening the door that was just slammed.

“Go away.” You mumbled into the pillow. Kelly sat down beside you on the bed, pushing your hair behind your ear. You were so mad about the day that you had at work and just needed to calm down.

It had been one of those days where if it could go wrong it had. Everyone had been screaming at you all day, from customers to the manager it seemed everyone had a bone to pick with you. It felt like you had gone through a boxing match with your emotions and you were holding on by a tiny string. A string that was frazzled, tired, and ready to break at the slightest provocation.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, rubbing your back. You shifted, laying your head on his lap, his fingers working through your hair. His touch calming you down and make you take a mental step back from the ledge you were about to fall off of.

“I hate the world.” You muttered curling into him and sighing out a deep breath. You heard your boyfriend scoff at this.

“How can you hate the world when I am your world?” Kelly countered. The smile tugging at your lips let him know that he was on the right track to putting you in a good mood. “We can’t go about wallowing in misery. The first option is we go take a bath, drink whiskey, invite some people over and have a party or you can get dolled up and I’ll take you out so that you don’t retreat into yourself like a hermit.” You thought for a second about his offer. Not really wanting to be around anyone.

“I pick C. I stay here in my moody bubble and wallow in my self pity feeling sorry for myself.” You told him, kicking off your heels and reaching for the blanket so you could stay in bed all day. He stood up, letting your head fall to the place he was just sitting and a whiny sound came out of your mouth. “Kelly, come back and rub my hair. That was so nice.” You propped your head up on your hands, looking as he opened the closet door, flipping through some hangers.

“Here. Get dressed.” He threw you a dress that you recognized, it was one of his favorites, smirking as you hit your head against the mattress. “Hey, Y/N stop being dramatic.” You threw a pillow at him as he left wishing it was a lamp and could do more damage. You’d show him dramatic if he wanted to be like that.

Kelly had picked out a short silky dress for you that was skin tight and showed off all the parts of you that he liked to touch. Instead of giving him the satisfaction of being a little sleaze doll for him you pulled on a pair of combat boots and grabbed your leather jacket. You were going to be as comfortable as possible.

“I’m going to get so drunk you’re going to have to carry me home or bail me out of jail. It will be a fun game of which one happens first” You warned, watching the way that he smirked at you. His arm wrapped around your waist pulling you to him and planting a kiss on your lips. The feeling of his lips melting some of your anger.

“Will you get drunk enough to let me take you out to the alley?” He flirted his hand sliding down your curves to your bare thighs and back up trying to creep back up. You smacked his hand away shaking your head annoyed. He always had a one track mind.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Kels.” You shook your head taking a step away from him and trying on one of his hats that were hanging by the front door. Thinking of how he had mentioned the alley you thought of how to change his mind to staying in and letting you wallow, “You know, whenever you’re in a bad mood-“

“I’m a ray of fucking sunshine. I’m never in a bad mood.” He interrupted earning him a glare from you as he took the hat off your head and put it on his own head.

“Ray of fucking sunshine, my ass.” You snorted. But your mind was on how you wanted to stay home. Maybe order a pizza and eat it in the bathtub or eat it well crying on the couch watching a movie. Maybe you could convince him to stay home with you if you played your cards right and used his weakness against him..

Taking a step forward you ran a finger down his chest, making sure you kept eye contact and held his attention. You let your tongue slip out wetting your bottom lip, watching his eyes follow the simple motion. You let your arms slip around his neck pushing your body into his, loving how he couldn’t stop his hands from skimming your body.

“When you’re in a bad mood I always cheer you up by going down on my knees. Maybe you can return the favor?” You asked, batting your eyelashes. He definitely was reconsidering going out now. You could see the hesitation to move as he tried to process what you were saying to him.

“Giving me a blowjob will cheer you up?” He asked, tilting his head slightly. “Because if that’s the case we have plenty of time to-“ you threw up your hands shaking your head as you took a step away from him.

“Let’s just go.” You said moving to open the door. Kelly slid his arm around you, practically dragging you outside and into the fading sunshine. Part of you wondered if you should ask where you were going, the other part was just hoping there would be drinks. The sooner you left the sooner you could go home.

Part Two: Bad Night

It had been about two hours since you had been dragged out of your apartment after having a miserable day at work. Your head was throbbing and you were thinking about how you could be wrapped in blankets on the couch watching the VHS of Beetlejuice you had bought last week. Maybe be halfway through a pizza and on your second bottle of wine.

Instead you were at The Roxy, packed in the upstairs bar where people kept bumping into you and where you had lost Kelly at least a half hour before when he had gone to the bathroom. You had managed to get drunk but instead of bringing out the laughter and dancing that your boyfriend had been hoping it would bring out you were just getting more upset.

You slammed back another shot of whiskey, tapping two fingers on the bar to signal you needed another. If Kelly didn’t appear after the next shot you were going to go home. You felt like you were on the brink of tears. They were burning, ready to fall if you could just get back home. The overwhelming feeling of a bad day setting you on the path for the worst mood to break open.

“Hey beautiful, are you here alone?”

“Fuck off.” You didn’t even bother to look at the man who had slid into the free spot next to you. You were not in the mood to have strangers talk to you or flirt with you.

“Aw, why are you being rude to me? Bad night?” You slammed back the last shot. Time to go. Standing up, ignoring the man you felt the hand on your arm. You turned expecting to see Kelly but some stranger was holding onto you. It had been a bad day and now a bad night. You slammed your head forward headbutting the guy who had tried to talk to you at the bar. He broke contact with you, you could feel his blood drip onto you as you turned to walk out of the club, your body shaking in annoyance.

Bad day turns into a bad night, who saw that one coming? You lit a cigarette, sucking on the filter and sighing out a cloud of smoke. You just wanted to get home and into your bed, away from everyone. You were mad at Kelly for dragging you out and vanishing. You were mad about work. You were mad about that fucking weird guy grabbing you at the bar. You were mad that you were… crying.

The stream of tears coming out, burning as your mascara poured down your face.  Wiping furiously with the leather sleeve of your jacket, you depended on muscle memory to get you home. It was aggravating to be so upset and crying because of it. Pushing open the door to a dark apartment you headed straight into the bathroom, filling the claw foot tub with hot water. You needed to wash off this day and have a little bit of a fresh start.

Kelly threw the front door open, eyes wild as he looked around the apartment. A glow from the bathroom had him nearly sprinting across the apartment opening the door and freezing when he saw you. Your hair was pulled up, face a mess of mascara lines from tears and someone else’s blood, a bruise from where your head met a face, naked with an arm crossed over your breasts, the other arm resting in it and holding a cigarette.

“What the fuck?” Kelly rushed towards the tub. His hands checking you for any other injury, “Where are you bleeding from? Are you okay?” He was touching you everywhere but you were so numb, everything overwhelming you that it was like you were outside your body watching it happen. “Y/N? Y/N, please, say something.” Your eyes snapped up watching him, the concern for you swimming in his eyes.

“Who goes to the bathroom for a half hour?” The guilty look he gave you had you shaking your head, taking a drag of your cigarette, “Just leave me alone. It’s been a bad 24 hours.” You drew your legs up, resting your chin on your knees.

But leaving you alone was the last thing he planned on doing. Kelly was stripping, easing himself behind you in the tub. His arms wrapping around you and dragging you back against him. He grabbed a washcloth filling it in the water before starting to wipe the makeup and blood from your face. With each gentle movement of the washcloth you could feel your bad day starting to fade. The way Kelly rubbed your shoulders, kissing them after they were clean started to crack your anger.

“How are you, Love? Any better?” His hands tucking a strand of hair away from your face. His fingers feeling like they were soft kisses on your skin.

“I’m still a little grumpy.” You admitted.

“Well you’re always a little bit grumpy so that seems fine. As long as you’re back to your normal amount.” Sinking back against him, you felt thankful for him being here with you. This is exactly what you had needed.

“Hey Kelly, I love you.”

“I love you more. Sorry for doing coke in the bathroom.” You rolled your eyes at his confession snuggling into his arms. The way he was stroking you arms and laying kisses on the back of your neck made you aware it might have been a bad day but Kelly wasn’t going to let you go to bed in a bad mood.

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby. 

Day 7: Screw This.

Warnings: Bad Language words

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N:  Day 7 of the threeway collab between myself @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ and @jennmurawski13​…and Ransom is getting no better11

Series Masterlist.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You asked, leaning against the door frame.

“Yes.”

“Ok, let me rephrase that…”you shifted your weight a little “Are you sure you can do this?”

Ransom let out an annoyed snort through his nose and turned his eyes to look up at you. “Doll, how hard can it be?”

You really didn’t want to answer that question, as to anyone else with half a logical brain, following simple instructions on how to piece together a crib wouldn’t be so hard at all. But to Ransom, the mere fact that there were instructions to follow was kinda making you a little uneasy, as he had a problem with doing anything he was told to do at the best of times. Ransom’s brow furrowed as he clocked the look on your face and he rolled his eyes.

“You have so little faith in me.”

“Can you blame me?” you spluttered “You turned all the washing pink a few weeks back, then you almost poisoned everyone, not to mention the incident with the tire jack!”

“This is different.” He said confidently as he began to remove the outer packaging of the crib.

“Is it?”

“Yes, Y/N!” he groaned with an air of exasperation “Look, I know you have zero faith in me whatsoever, but what else is new?”

“Ran…” you started to protest, and he shrugged you away very matter-of-factly.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” he deftly changed the subject and you sighed recognising your dismissal. In all fairness he was right, you were due to meet your friend for lunch in half an hour so…

“Okay, I’m going.” You padded into the room, over to where he was now knelt on the floor surrounded by various tools and pieces of the crib, and dropped a kiss to his forehead “I’ll see you later. Love you.”

Ransom turned his head towards you, his lips brushing yours softly, the annoyance he had displayed seconds ago completely forgotten. “Love you too. Both of you.”

With a smile you headed out of the room and bustled about grabbing your coat, scarf and purse. You stepped outside your home and as you made your way down the gravel drive to your new car, Ransom having finally put his foot down and purchased the Mercedes he’d been eying up for you, you glanced back up at the window of the room that was to be your baby boy’s nursery and pulled out your phone.

“Hey Daddy, it’s me. I was wondering if you would do me a favour…”

*****

Ransom would never have thought in a million years that he’d be doing this. Putting together a crib for his unborn son in the nursery that the pair of you had almost completed. Kids had most certainly not been on the agenda. Mind you, neither had marriage. But Y/N…well, she’d not only done the unthinkable and tamed him away from his play-boy days, she’d completely and utterly hooked him. And he wasn’t ever going to let her get away. So he’d bought a ring, they’d bought a house together…and then one drunken night and forgotten pill later wham, he’d knocked her up.

As such here he was, in one of the spare rooms that was no longer spare as it now belonged to his unborn child. The colour was picked, paint was purchased…but he drew the line at decorating. That was something that happily you had both agreed was to be done by a professional. In an hour he’d managed to get three sides of the crib together. And they were even and matched the photograph perfectly. But this fourth side…the side that was supposed to go up and down along a set of runners was not playing ball.

“Son of a bitch…” he cursed after what felt like the one hundredth attempt at getting the little wheels to line up “You’re gonna fucking work you fucking piece of…”

“Ransom?”

He paused as the familiar voice drifted up the large stairs and he gave an exasperated sigh. Of course she’d called her dad to check in on him.

“In the nursery.” He called back, a little gruffly. Ransom would never admit this, but the fact that his father-in-law actually cared enough to make the 30 minute drive over to check on him was kind of nice. His own father would have simply sniggered and put the phone down.

But then, Richard Drysdale was an asshole. Y/N’s father was not. And he most certainly was not going to allow his boy to become one either. Well, not a complete one anyway…he had to have some attitude after all, he was a Drysdale.

“Hey Son.” Ransom looked up as Y/N’s dad walked into the room. “Y/N called me before, said you were fixing up the furniture. I thought you might need a hand.”

“She really doesn’t trust me does she?” Ransom snorted and her dad laughed.

“If it’s any consolation, her mother is exactly the same.” He soothed as Ransom straightened up “And I don’t think it’s a case of not trusting you. When me and her brother put the crib together for his kid, it was a pain in the ass to get right.”

Ransom inhaled sharply, his hands falling to his hips “Done ok so far.” He replied a little sullenly.

“Yeah, I can see.” His father-in-law nodded “I just thought I’d check. If you don’t need me, then I can go.” He held his hands up, palms facing Ransom in a conciliatory manner “I got stuff to do so.”

Ransom watched him turn to leave and followed him out of the room with his eyes. He looked at the final piece of the crib before he gave a soft groan and quickly strode after his wife’s father.

“Actually…” he spoke, watching as he paused at the top of the stairs “I can’t get the last piece to line up right.”

He stopped short of actually asking for help, but he didn’t need to. Y/Father’s/Name turned and smiled, patting him gently on the shoulder as he strode back towards the nursery. He stooped to examine the sides and then stood up, pointing.

“This screw,” he said, and Ransom looked at it,“just needs tightening. The head is jutting out a little too far. Once it’s flush to the side then the runners should line up.”

Ransom blinked and then sighed, his head hanging dejectedly “Seriously? That’s it.”

“Hey!” His father-in-law chuckled, “easy thing to miss. Come on, get it screwed in and I’ll help you lift it. Then I think we can safely say a beer is in order.” He then checked his watch “Huh, might even catch the Red-Sox if we’re lucky.”

At that Ransom perked up a little. Another thing he would never admit was that he enjoyed the way her father would simply do stuff like that with him, things his own dad had never wanted to do. Sit, drink beer, watch a game…talk.

Fuck, he was going soft.

He picked up the screw driver and knelt down, angling it slightly so he could reach and lined the head up. He gave three sharp screws to the right but on the fourth the screwdriver slipped and he felt a sharp pain in his left hand.

“Fuck!” he yelled, drawing back instantly as he glanced down and saw the blood oozing from his palm tracing a path down his wrist.

“Here, let me see…” Y/Father’s/Name stepped forward quickly, reaching for Ransom’s arm. He frowned and then looked at Ransom who had gone pale. “Looks pretty deep.”

Ransom swallowed, taking a deep breath as his head began to spin. Fuck, he hated blood.

“Ransom? Son? You okay?”

“I err, I don’t feel…” he took another deep breath and then with a thud he hit the floor.

*****

Don’t Panic.

If there was ever a phrase do make you do just that, it was those simple two words. Which your dad had uttered when he had called you to tell you there had been an accident and he was on his way to the ER with Ransom. You and your friend abandoned the basket full of baby items you’d indulgently been about to purchase after a cheeky trip to the baby boutique one down from the restaurant you’d eaten in, and you’d rushed out of the store, making your way straight to the hospital. By the time you had located Ransom’s room, your dad was stood outside chatting to a nurse.

“What happened?” you demanded and your dad turned to look at you.

“His hand slipped when he was screwing a part of the crib together.” Your dad offered an explanation. “Gave me a scare though, completely out of it he was for a good 2 minutes or so.”

With a soft sigh, you rolled your eyes and pushed the door open. Ransom looked up at you from where he was sat on the bed, his hand heavily bandaged, face pale.

“Hey!” you said, making your way to his side. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, “Just stabbed myself.”

“My dad said. What did you do that for?” you frowned.

“It wasn’t like I did it on purpose, sweetheart.” He drawled, narrowing his eyes. “It’s not a big deal. Just waiting for someone to take me down to X-Ray to make sure I’ve not damaged anything major”

You arched an eyebrow, a grin playing across your face. “Big enough of a deal to make you pass out from the pain.”

“It was nothing to do with the pain.” He mumbled sullenly. “You know I don’t like blood.”

You chuckled as you sat on the bed next to him, your hand gently pressing against his forehead. He felt a little clammy. “Yeah, you’re gonna be no use what-so-ever when I have the baby.”

“I don’t intend on being at that end.” He looked up at you, shrugging.

“No? You wanna be up there holding my hand, telling me how amazing I am?” you asked, your hand gently running up his neck.

“Maybe.” he replied, his head laying on your shoulder, seeking out comfort like the huge baby he was, his nose nuzzling into your neck.

“Gee thanks.” You replied with a scoff

“I just don’t wanna see you squeeze a baby out of your….you know.” he waved his non bandaged hand, as he moved his head to look at you, a cheeky smirk flickering across his face “I imagine it would be like watching my favourite bar burn down. Knowing that it’s completely wrecked and going to take a while before I can head back in for a drink.”

You blinked as his words registered and then slapped him harshly round the back of the head, causing him to yelp.

“Maybe instead of a fucking x-ray they can scan you for a brain.”  You glared at him. “Not that they’d find one.”

[wiypt-writes]

Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby. Day 7: Screw This.

 Warnings: Bad Language words

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N:  Day 7 of the threeway collab between myself @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ and @jennmurawski13 …and Ransom is getting no better11

Series Masterlist. 

 “Are you sure you want to do this?” You asked, leaning against the door frame.

“Yes.”

“Ok, let me rephrase that…”you shifted your weight a little “Are you sure you can do this?”

Ransom let out an annoyed snort through his nose and turned his eyes to look up at you. “Doll, how hard can it be?”

You really didn’t want to answer that question, as to anyone else with half a logical brain, following simple instructions on how to piece together a crib wouldn’t be so hard at all. But to Ransom, the mere fact that there were instructions to follow was kinda making you a little uneasy, as he had a problem with doing anything he was told to do at the best of times. Ransom’s brow furrowed as he clocked the look on your face and he rolled his eyes.

“You have so little faith in me.”

“Can you blame me?” you spluttered “You turned all the washing pink a few weeks back, then you almost poisoned everyone, not to mention the incident with the tire jack!”

“This is different.” He said confidently as he began to remove the outer packaging of the crib.

“Is it?”

“Yes, Y/N!” he groaned with an air of exasperation “Look, I know you have zero faith in me whatsoever, but what else is new?”

“Ran…” you started to protest, and he shrugged you away very matter-of-factly.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” he deftly changed the subject and you sighed recognising your dismissal. In all fairness he was right, you were due to meet your friend for lunch in half an hour so…

“Okay, I’m going.” You padded into the room, over to where he was now knelt on the floor surrounded by various tools and pieces of the crib, and dropped a kiss to his forehead “I’ll see you later. Love you.” Ransom turned his head towards you, his lips brushing yours softly, the annoyance he had displayed seconds ago completely forgotten. “Love you too. Both of you.”

With a smile you headed out of the room and bustled about grabbing your coat, scarf and purse. You stepped outside your home and as you made your way down the gravel drive to your new car, Ransom having finally put his foot down and purchased the Mercedes he’d been eying of for you, you glanced back up at the window of the room that was to be your baby boy’s nursery and pulled out your phone.

“Hey Daddy, it’s me. I was wondering if you would do me a favour…”

***** Ransom would never have thought in a million years that he’d be doing this. Putting together a crib for his unborn son in the nursery that the pair of you had almost completed. Kids had most certainly not been on the agenda. Mind you, neither had marriage. But Y/N…well, she’d not only done the unthinkable and tamed him away from his play-boy days, she’d completely and utterly hooked him. And he wasn’t ever going to let her3 get away. So he’d bought a ring, they’d bought a house together…and then one drunken night and forgotten pill later wham, he’d knocked her up.

As such here he was, in one of the spare rooms that was no longer spare as it now belonged to his unborn child. The colour was picked, paint was purchased…but he drew the line at decorating. That was something that happily you had both agreed was to be done by a professional. In an hour he’d managed to get three sides of the crib together. And they were even and matched the photograph perfectly. But this fourth side…the side that was supposed to go up and down along a set of runners was not playing ball.

“Son of a bitch…” he cursed after what felt like the one hundredth attempt at getting the little wheels to line up “You’re gonna fucking work you fucking piece of…”

“Ransom?”

He paused as the familiar voice drifted up the large stairs and he gave an exasperated sigh. Of course she’d called her dad to check in on him.

“In the nursery.” He called back, a little gruffly. Ransom would never admit this, but the fact that his father-in-law actually cared enough to make the 30 minute drive over to check on him was kind of nice. His own father would have simply sniggered and put the phone down.

But then, Richard Drysdale was an asshole. Y/N’s father was not. And he most certainly was not going to allow his boy to become one either. Well, not a complete one anyway…he had to have some attitude after all, he was a Drysdale.

“Hey Son.” Ransom looked up as Y/N’s dad walked into the room. “Y/N called me before, said you were fixing up the furniture. I thought you might need a hand.”

“She really doesn’t trust me does she?” Ransom snorted and her dad laughed.

“If it’s any consolation, her mother is exactly the same.” He soothed as Ransom straightened up “And I don’t think it’s a case of not trusting you. When me and her brother put the crib together for his kid, it was a pain in the ass to get right.”

Ransom inhaled sharply, his hands falling to his hips “Done ok so far.” He replied a little sullenly.

“Yeah, I can see.” His father-in-law nodded “I just thought I’d check. If you don’t need me, then I can go.” He held his hands up, palms facing Ransom in a conciliatory manner “I got stuff to do so.”

Ransom watched him turn to leave and followed him out of the room with his eyes. He looked at the final piece of the crib before he gave a soft groan and quickly strode after his wife’s father.

“Actually…” he spoke, watching as he paused at the top of the stairs “I can’t get the last piece to line up right.”

He stopped short of actually asking for help, but he didn’t need to. Y/Father’s/Name turned and smiled, patting him gently on the shoulder as he strode back towards the nursery. He stooped to examine the sides and then stood up, pointing.

“This screw,” he said, and Ransom looked at it,“just needs tightening. The head is jutting out a little too far. Once it’s flush to the side then the runners should line up.”

Ransom blinked and then sighed, his head hanging dejectedly “Seriously? That’s it.”

“Hey!” His father-in-law chuckled, “easy thing to miss. Come on, get it screwed in and I’ll help you lift it. Then I think we can safely say a beer is in order.” He then checked his watch “Huh, might even catch the Red-Sox if we’re lucky.”

At that Ransom perked up a little. Another thing he would never admit was that he enjoyed the way her father would simply do stuff like that with him, things his own dad had never wanted to do. Sit, drink beer, watch a game…talk.

Fuck, he was going soft.

He picked up the screw driver and knelt down, angling it slightly so he could reach and lined the head up. He gave three sharp screws to the right but on the fourth the screwdriver slipped and he felt a sharp pain in his left hand.

“Fuck!” he yelled, drawing back instantly as he glanced down and saw the blood oozing from his palm tracing a path down his wrist.

“Here, let me see…” Y/Father’s/Name stepped forward quickly, reaching for Ransom’s arm. He frowned and then looked at Ransom who had gone pale. “Looks pretty deep.”

Ransom swallowed, taking a deep breath as his head began to spin. Fuck, he hated blood.

“Ransom? Son? You okay?”

“I err, I don’t feel…” he took another deep breath and then with a thud he hit the floor.

*****

Don’t Panic.

If there was ever a phrase do make you do just that, it was those simple two words. Which your dad had uttered when he had called you to tell you there had been an accident and he was on his way to the ER with Ransom. You and your friend abandoned the basket full of baby items you’d indulgently been about to purchase after a cheeky trip to the baby boutique one down from the restaurant you’d eaten in, and you’d rushed out of the store, making your way straight to the hospital. By the time you had located Ransom’s room, your dad was stood outside chatting to a nurse.

“What happened?” you demanded and your dad turned to look at you.

“His hand slipped when he was screwing a part of the crib together.” Your dad offered an explanation. “Gave me a scare though, completely out of it he was for a good 2 minutes or so.”

With a soft sigh, you rolled your eyes and pushed the door open. Ransom looked up at you from where he was sat on the bed, his hand heavily bandaged, face pale.

“Hey!” you said, making your way to his side. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, “Just stabbed myself.”

“My dad said. What did you do that for?” you frowned.

“It wasn’t like I did it on purpose, sweetheart.” He drawled, narrowing his eyes. “It’s not a big deal. Just waiting for someone to take me down to X-Ray to make sure I’ve not damaged anything major”

You arched an eyebrow, a grin playing across your face. “Big enough of a deal to make you pass out from the pain.”

“It was nothing to do with the pain.” He mumbled sullenly. “You know I don’t like blood.”

You chuckled as you sat on the bed next to him, your hand gently pressing against his forehead. He felt a little clammy. “Yeah, you’re gonna be no use what-so-ever when I have the baby.”

“I don’t intend on being at that end.” He looked up at you, shrugging.

“No? You wanna be up there holding my hand, telling me how amazing I am?” you asked, your hand gently running up his neck.

“Maybe.” he replied, his head laying on your shoulder, seeking out comfort like the huge baby he was, his nose nuzzling into your neck.

“Gee thanks.” You replied with a scoff

“I just don’t wanna see you squeeze a baby out of your….you know.” he waved his non bandaged hand, as he moved his head to look at you, a cheeky smirk flickering across his face “I imagine it would be like watching my favourite bar burn down. Knowing that it’s completely wrecked and going to take a while before I can head back in for a drink.”

You blinked as his words registered and then slapped him harshly round the back of the head, causing him to yelp.

“Maybe instead of a fucking x-ray they can scan you for a brain.”  You glared at him. “Not that they’d find one.”

[karomate]

High Ground - Olli Matela FF Part 7

Remember how I told y'all yesterday I wouldn't post a chapter today? Guess I tricked myself there a bit. Today is Switzerlands national holiday. Which means firework and my cat will be scared. So I will stay home, write probably some more and take care of my cat. lol.

And now enjoy and lemme know if you liked it.

P.S. once again the chapter is a bit longer.

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After Olli came back out the shower, Sara thought he looked very handsome. Like he always did. He was wearing a black button down and simple black jeans. “Looking good there handsome”, she said and walked over to him, to give him a short kiss. “I only tried to not look like a himbo next to you”, he admitted and pulled her closer to him to start pepper her face with kisses. She laughed and pushed him softly away from her. He was just so unbelievably cute she almost couldn’t handle him. “So. What do you think. Should we go and buy some liquor so the party will be more up to our taste?”, he asked her smirking. She also started to smirk and nodded her head. So out they went to the next corner store, to buy some harder stuff than beer, which Tommi probably already had at his house.

They decided to get themselves some good old cheap whiskey and because Sara was a big fan of it some Aperol. After they bought their stuff it was already time to go to Tommis place.

After they arrived no one questioned why they came together. Sara actually expected one or two side remarks, why they arrived together and already made sure she had an excuse. Gladly she did not have to use a single excuse. She would have hated to lie to the guys. “Hi guys!”, Sara greeted them with the most genuine smile she had in a long time and even pulled them all into a hug, which surprised not only her but them as well. “I brought Aperol!”, she claimed and held the bottle up high. They cheered for her and Tommi took the bottle to the fridge. “So who allowed you to look this good, madame?”, asked a beer holding Joonas and smirked at her. She couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the cute man in front of her. “You’re one to talk. Looking all hot and fluffy here”, she answered him and motioned for him to a little twirl for here. He obliged and turned around in a circle for her and even threw a pose in there, which resulted in all the people laughing. “Dork”, she laughed at him, and asked Tommi where his fridge was. He pointed to the kitchen and she and Olli made their way inside, to grab drinks for themselves. “How am I supposed to resist you?”, he mumbeled low enough for only her ears and smirked when he noticed her blush. “Don’t then”, she winked, after she gained her confidence back, and left a dumbfounded Olli back in the kitchen. Two could play this game, she thought and sat down next to Tommi, who was sitting on a bench. They were right, when they said he looked like a teddy bear. Like there was probably no one softer in this garden than he was.

Olli also came back out and had to his disappointment noticed that there was no free space next to his angel. A little bit pissed he sat down next to Niko, who to his surprise noticed the shift in Ollis face. “Don’t be pissed, just because she gets along with Tommi”, Niko whispered so only Olli could hear. Olli was surprised. Was he this obvious? “I am not pissed”, he tried to defend himself, which resulted in Niko letting out a snorting like laugh. “Sure buddy and I am the queen of England”, he joked and hit Olli on his shoulder. There was no one who could fool Niko. He always noticed everything. “Oh! I am sorry your highness! Can I bring you something to drink? Would you like to have your corgis in the same garden as you!”, Olli mocked in a british accent and even intended to do a bow. The others in the garden were surprised but couldn’t help but laugh. “What are you doing Olli?”, Aleksi asked while Joel was holding his stomach from laughing so hard. “Niko said he was the queen of England. I only wanted to be a good servant”, Olli said and tried to subtly wink at Sara. But of course Niko had to notice. Once again! Olli decided that keeping him and Sara a secret would maybe not be hard in front of the other boys, but Niko could turn into a problem.

They were all laughing and enjoying themselves. Alcohol was there and they all started to feel a bit light headed. Sara made her way to the kitchen, to go grab her and Niko another beer. She only did it because Niko tried to act cute when he asked to also bring him one. She couldn’t say no to the long haired man. She didn’t notice that Olli followed her into the kitchen. He also drank a few beers and was feeling tipsy. “Angel. When are we leaving?”, he asked her and trapped her between the counter and his body. “Why would we leave? And why would we leave together?”, she teased him and tried to get away from him. She didn’t really want to get out from this position, but it was fun playing with him, as he was getting impatient. “We will leave together. You’re going to sleep at my place today”, he decided for her and put his head on her shoulder. It seemed like she didn’t have any other choice but to stay at his place. “Gladly”, she admitted and pulled him into a short kiss, which fast turned into a full make out session in the middle of Tommis kitchen. The thought hit Sara like a brick, and she pulled away from him. Olli didn’t really feel that and started to kiss her neck roughly, which probably will turn into a mark. “Babe”, she whimpered and he stiffened. “If you say that again, I will have to take you home this instant”, he growled into her ear and pulled away from her, to look her in her eyes. Sara noticed that his eyes darkened quite a bit. “Just one more hour and then we’ll leave”, she whispered and gave him a short kiss, grabbed her and Nikos beer and went back outside to the other men.

Olli had to collect his thoughts and calm his racing heart down in the kitchen. He didn’t know he would react so strongly to a single word this woman said. But he clearly did. He could feel his heart in his throat and his hand were shaking a bit. He went to the bathroom and splashed some water on his face to calm himself even more down. After he calmed down a bit and his heart wasn’t beating like a metronome at 189 he went back to the boys. Of course, Niko looked at him weirdly and even smirked a bit. “Were you the one who bruised the princess a bit?”, Niko whispered in Ollis ear. He looked closely at Saras neck, and he saw it too. There were really small bruises starting to form. Olli looked down, so Niko wouldn’t see his grin. “A gentleman never tells”, he winked at his friend and took a sip from his beer. Only 50 more minutes until he and Sara would leave.

After the most painful 60 minutes Sara slowly got up from her place. She was a bit wobbly. Maybe she shouldn’t have drank that Aperol. But man was she feeling amazing. “Boys. Tomorrow is a long day. I will head back to the hotel now”, she said. “Don’t be late to rehearsal tomorrow, and do not be hungover. There were never any good songs made hungover”, she lectured them professionally and gathered her belongings. “We probably all should head home”, Joel said and got up as well. Everyone expect Tommi, cause it was his garden, followed his lead and they also gathered their belongings.

After everyone said their goodbyes, they started to head in the right directions home. Olli made sure that no one looked at him an Sara and pulled her to a wall and pressed her softly against it. “That was longer than an hour”, he whispered between kisses and tried to get even closer to her, which was physically impossible, as they were already really close together. “But now you got me”, she whispered back and put her arms around his neck. After two more minutes of them just kissing, Olli pulled away from her, took her hand and started to drag her at a fast pace to the direction of his apartment. He was getting impatient, Sara noticed that.

Olli never arrived at his apartment faster, and he couldn’t even be bothered to wait for the elevator. He pulled her straight to the stairs and dragged her up there as well. He needed three tries to get the key in the hole, but when he managed he pulled Sara straight to his bedroom. “I know a few hours ago I said I wanted to wait a bit longer, but by god. You drove me crazy today”, he admitted an pushed her to lay down on his bed. It was actually Saras first time seeing his bedroom. “Did I?”, she smirked at him and watched as he unbuttoned his shirt. He just nodded at her, unable to say a word.

He finally managed to get out of his button down and crawled on top of her. He started to kiss her passionately. Slowly he put his hand on her ribs. Suddenly too shy to make the next move. She pulled him closer to her, which encouraged him to slip his tongue in her mouth. They were so engaged in each other, that they almost didn’t hear Ollis phone ring, which was still in Ollis back pocket. “Ignore it”, he whispered as he noticed her moving away. “It could be important”, she argued. She was drilled to always answer her phone. At all times. “That’s Nikos ringtone. It will probably be about a song he found online”, he tried to persuade her, but Sara was stubborn and looked at him wit a -pick it up- look. He let out a deep sigh, pulled his phone out and lie down next to Sara who was trying to fix her dress. “I am really sorry man. But could you tell me your Netflix password?”, Niko did sound guilty on the other end of the phone. Olli almost couldn’t believe his ears. Was Niko for real? He had the most beautiful girl in his bed and right now his friend had to call him and ask for his fucking Netflix password? The mood was ruined. “It’s Fuckyou1234 with a capital F”, he said and hung up the phone.

[everybodyscupoftea]

the art of making a move at a kegger

jj x reader

word count: 2877

warnings: drinking, cursing, and towards the end almost sexual content but not actually

synopsis: harboring feelings for jj + getting drunk doesn’t always equal the smoothest of times but it all works out in the end

requested by @maybebanks​ really hope you like it!

JJ wasn’t on your radar until he slept through three quizzes in a row during your 8:00 a.m. English freshman year. He sat across from you, and you thought he was pretty cute, even when he started showing up wearing Pike letters. Which coincidentally is when he started falling asleep during quizzes.

One morning, when the professor left the room and you were packing your backpack, you heard JJ clear his throat. You glanced up, unsure if it was for you or not, and caught him smiling at you sheepishly.

“Hey,” he mumbled, running a hand through his unruly hair, “I was wondering if you had the readings for Thursday, I lost the syllabus.”

You pulled out your planner, “Yeah, it’s Act 3 of Hamlet and a part from the textbook on dramatic irony, pages 176-179.”

He quickly jotted it down on the corner of his notebook and smiled tiredly at you, “Thanks so much, I can’t keep failing these fucking quizzes, my grade is cheeks right now.”

“Is everything okay?” you cautiously asked, you didn’t want to push but you were a little concerned about the cute boy.

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair again, “Hazing shit, they’re making the new pledges stay up. I haven’t slept a full night in two weeks.”

“That’s, uh,” you weren’t really sure what to say, “not okay?” You settled on.

With a shrug, he tugged his backpack up and pushed in his chair, “Yeah, well, I guess it comes with being a legacy.” And then he was gone.

After that first interaction, you and JJ chatted every so often. Sometimes you’d let him cheat off your quizzes because they were pointless anyway and sometimes, you’d ask your professor to repeat one of the questions so he could get a second chance to answer if he was running late.

The last day of the semester he brought you coffee, “I just wanted to thank you for everything this semester, and I was hoping I could get your number so we can keep in touch.”

The next semester you had two classes together, much to your shock. When the two of you started to hang out outside of class to study for statistics, you learned some stuff about him. He was from the Outer Banks and he had a rough childhood. He was also receiving the Pell Grant so school was totally paid for, his only expense was the frat.

You also learned that the two of you were the same major and had to take all of the same courses, so the two of you decided to try and register for some of the same classes. It didn’t always work out, you had priority scheduling as a note taker for at least one class every semester and sometimes when JJ went to schedule, your section was already full. But sometimes it did work out.

Either way, the two of you always studied together. You used to go back and forth between apartments, one week was yours and one was JJ’s, until he moved into the frat house and no work was meant to be done in those walls. That atmosphere was conducive to parties only, something else JJ loved.

One afternoon, fall of your sophomore year, JJ balled up a piece of paper and threw it at you. It bounced off your forehead landed in your open coffee cup, and you looked up and glared at him, “Was that necessary?”

He gave you an innocent look, “Do you have plans next weekend?”

“I mean, we have a test the next Monday so I’ll probably be studying.”

JJ took the last sip of his coffee, “I have a formal and I need a date, wanna go?”

“Not particularly,” you responded with a shrug.

“No strings attached,” JJ told you, “promise. My friend from home, Kie, normally comes with me, but she has her own shit to do, and me and you get along. If you don’t go, I’ll have to take a stranger and then I’ll be bored.”

You’d been to some of the parties his frat threw, you knew he wouldn’t really be bored all night, he just didn’t want to have to actually work to get a date. Not that he’d have to work hard, his good looks would pretty much guarantee him a date. But you were a little intrigued, so you agreed.

“Great,” he told you, clapping his hands, “let me know what color your dress is and I’ll get a matching tie.”

“Fancy,” you told him with a smile.

“Kie loves matching, she’ll be proud,” JJ responded, and it made you really curious about Kie and the rest of his friends, but you didn’t ask.

Eventually you would get to meet them. JJ invited you to go home with him for spring break and he showed you around the Outer Banks, took you surfing, and threw a party that almost rivaled the ones his frat normally threw. Meeting his friends was nice, but really getting to know JJ was nicer. That’s when you started to complicate the ‘no strings attached’ deal, you felt yourself catching feelings.

By the time senior year rolled around, you were the most tired you’ve ever been. School was hard, having a job while doing school was harder and your social life was suffering. You still hung out with JJ a lot, mostly to study or to unwind and just watch TV, but he was really the only person you spent time with on a regular basis other than your coworkers.

Late on a Saturday afternoon, you were already in your pajamas, studying for an anatomy test, when there was a knock at your apartment door. Startled, you wrapped the blanket you were sitting under tightly around your shoulders and cautiously walked to the door. Peering through the peephole, you saw JJ standing there, looking at something on his phone.

You threw the door open, “What are you doing here?”

He looked up and smiled, “I’m here to kidnap you.”

“What?” you asked blankly, not really in the mood.

JJ pushed his way past you and sat on a barstool before answering, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how miserable you’ve been lately. When’s the last time you went out?”

And, God, when was the last time you’d done something fun? You sighed, “Fuck, I don’t know, like maybe a month ago when we went to that basketball game.”

With a hum, JJ stood up, “Get dressed, Pike’s throwing a kegger tonight.”

You didn’t even think twice before tossing the blanket onto the couch and going to your closet to find something to wear. JJ turned the TV on while you got fully dressed, minus makeup. Peeking your head out, you caught JJ’s attention, “Can I do my makeup at the house?”

He nodded, “Yeah. You almost ready because I’ve gotta pick up the keg soon?”

“Let’s go.”

JJ locked the door behind you and the two of you walked to his truck. The music blasted as soon as he cranked it up and he turned it down with a sheepish smile, “My bad, the song playing when I got here was a banger.”

Plugging your phone in, you put on the collaborative playlist you and JJ made together. He turned it back up a little and peeled out of the parking lot to the nearest liquor store where his frat normally got their kegs.

You bought cups at the convenience store next door while JJ loaded the keg into his truck, and a few pods because you were low and JJ was almost always out. JJ was leaning against the truck when you met him back in the shared parking lot, and he handed you a Twisted Tea, “For accompanying me on this adventure, madam.”

“Thank you, kind sir,” you responded, cracking it open and took a deep sip before climbing back into the truck to head to the frat house.

JJ left you to finish getting ready while he helped everyone set up for the party. You joined him eventually, having finished your first drink, and helped lock all bedroom doors and put all valuables away.

By the time people started arriving you were happily tipsy, hanging onto JJ while he talked to some of his friends, sipping beer slowly out of your assigned cup at the house. You were over there enough that you’d claimed one of your own and all the other guys that lived there respected it for the most part.

The party started to pick up and one of JJ’s frat brothers called you over to attempt a keg stand. You’d always wanted to try but never had, so you handed JJ your cup and kicked your feet up, trusting the two guys were ready to catch you. They did and someone put the spout into your mouth.

A crowd gathered around you and started counting loudly. You made it all the way to a minute before kicking to be let down. Slowly the two guys lowered your feet and your vision swam while beer bubbled in your throat. You almost choked but managed to swallow while everyone cheered around you. JJ wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “Not bad for a first time!”

He topped your cup off and guided you away. You cleared your throat, “Thought I was gonna puke for a second there.”

“You turned a little green when you first came down, how you feeling now though?”

“Feeling fantastic,” you told him earnestly, swaying in place.

JJ chuckled, grabbing your shoulders, “You got plans tomorrow?”

“Anatomy.”

“So that’s a no, I won’t cut you off then.”

“Don’t cut me off, please,” you told him seriously, trying to focus on his face.

He gave you a little two finger salute, “Aye aye madam.”

You lost track of how many drinks you had as the night went on. Sometime during the night, JJ disappeared and came back with something besides beer for you which was really nice and you thanked him with a kiss on the cheek. He just laughed and squeezed your shoulder before going off to talk to someone else.

When the party started winding down, you attempted to find the Uber app on your phone to call a ride home. JJ tapped your shoulder, startling you, and in your clumsy, intoxicated state, you dropped your phone. It slid out of your eyesight and you glared at him, “Pick it up, J.”

“What are you doing?” he asked, amused.

“Goin home, party’s over.”

“Why don’t you just stay here?”

“Can’t make it up the stairs,” you told him seriously.

JJ raised his eyebrows, “You live on the second floor of your apartment building, at least here you have me to help you up the stairs.”

He had you there. So, you nodded and he took you to the kitchen for a clean cup. JJ filled it with water and made you drink two before leading you to the stairs. You lifted your foot to put it on the first step and almost fell over. JJ reached out but you shushed him, as if his silence would help you focus more on not falling over.

On the second try, you managed to climb up one step and immediately shuffled close to the wall so you could lean your whole body against it for balance while attempting to climb. It was a really slow process, but you were too stubborn to ask for help, and JJ knew better than to try to help you when you were feeling stubborn.

JJ stayed one step below you to help in case you started to fall backwards. Eventually you made it all the way up and immediately forgot which door led to his room. Huffing a laugh, JJ grabbed your wrist and led you to the second one on the left.

You sat down on the bed and went pretty much boneless at the comfort of finally not being on your feet.

“Fucks sake, dude,” JJ muttered, pushing you up into a sitting position.

“No,” you whined, fighting to lay back down.

It wasn’t hard for JJ to keep you sitting up, “You’re going to be so pissed if you wake up in your clothes with makeup on, you need to change and get ready for bed.”

He was right again, but you didn’t have the comprehension level to remember how to do that so you shrugged in response. JJ sighed and helped you kick your shoes off before going to get you a change of clothes from his drawers. You somehow managed to get your shirt off and your shorts unbuttoned, but he had to help you get the new shirt on and change shorts.

The guy JJ shared a bathroom with’s girlfriend left makeup wipes and JJ helped you get all your makeup off. You kept making faces to be difficult because you liked the furrow between his eyebrows as he tried to focus on being gentle.

“I will intentionally poke you in the eyeball if you do not stop,” he warned.

Pouting, you poked his cheek, “Don’t bully me, I’m drunk.”

He threw the wipe away and looked at you exasperatedly, “Brush your teeth, your breath smells like a liquor store.”

Giggling, you grabbed your spare toothbrush from the drawer next to his and sloppily started brushing your teeth. JJ was standing behind you and leaning on you, trapping you between the counter and his body so you didn’t fall over or sway.

The bright bathroom lights plus the water were clearing your brain a little, but you were still gone and not really able to focus on anything for more than a few seconds at a time. You leaned back to feel his chest moving as he brushed his teeth and giggled at the feeling.

JJ sighed again and gently nudged you out of the way to spit and rinse in the sink and you followed suit, having forgotten to do so yourself. You followed him out of the bathroom and grabbed his hand as he led you back to his room.

From what you could remember, JJ slept on the left, so you climbed into the right side of his bed and stretched out comfortably. He crawled in behind you a few minutes later, and you turned around to look at him. He had a small smile on his face as he looked back at you and reached up to push a piece of hair that had fallen in your eyes out of the way.

Suddenly, you were overcome by the urge that you’d been fighting for over a year and you leaned forward to kiss him. He froze and you almost regretted it until he started kissing you back.

You stayed like that for what felt like hours but could’ve only been minutes until he rolled the two of you over so you were on your back and he was hovering over you. Your lips were only separated for a few seconds before he was kissing you again, more deeply than before.

Sighing into the kiss, you brought a hand up to his head and ran your fingers through his hair. He groaned lightly at the feeling and you felt a hand creeping up your thigh. Before it could get too far, you nudged his shoulders back to catch your breath. He kept stroking your thigh and you shifted, “Hey, can we wait maybe?”

“Wait for what?” JJ asked you, confused.

“To fuck,” you told him bluntly.

JJ huffed out a surprised laugh, “Oh, uh, yeah definitely.”

You grinned at him sheepishly, “Sorry, you’re my best friend and if we’re going to do this, I want to be sober and you know, really ready.”

“Right, yeah, I totally get it,” he reassured you, dropping back down next to you.

You sighed as he wrapped his arm around you again. Lifting your head, you let it rest on one of his biceps and drank in his facial features. He held onto one of your hands and played with your fingers, not looking at you directly.

“I’m sorry,” you told him, feeling a little uncertain.

JJ looked at you, furrow back between his eyebrows but a little different than before, “I’m the one who should be saying sorry.”

“What?” you asked, feeling the urge to press the wrinkle until it went away.

“For forcing myself onto you,” JJ mumbled.

Suddenly it felt like you couldn’t keep up with the conversation, “Wait what?”

He wouldn’t meet your eyes again, so you lifted his chin until the two of you were almost nose to nose. JJ shut his eyes, “You’re really drunk, I shouldn’t have ever returned the kiss because you might regret it in the morning.”

“No, I really do like you JJ, I just,” you paused, trying to find the right words, “I just want it to be special, I guess,” you trailed off, hoping it made sense.

JJ smiled gently and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, “We can talk about it tomorrow, yeah?”

With a giant yawn, you nodded and the last thing you remember is him running a hand through your hair and tangling your legs together.

[saharamae21]

Never Ran Smooth (Part 15)

Hey guys! Sorry about not posting yesterday! My parents (and puppy) surprised me with a visit! Heres Part 15 of Never Ran Smooth! It’s a bit emotional! 

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JJ’s POV

Truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays

The problem with me is that I didn’t know how to control my emotions. When I saw Barry, I was filled with a fit of rage. He had already made my life so miserable by dealing to my dad and now this? I saw red while I drove to his house.

Upon entering, John B instantly made me aware of everything I was doing wrong. None of that mattered though. He didn’t realize the pain I went through from this guy. He didn’t realize that this was so much bigger than just what had happened. If it weren’t for that piece of shit, maybe my dad would be different.

I took what I wanted and walked out. Savannah ran right up to me as I apologized for the detour and told everyone they would compensate for the shit we went though. John had some choice words for me as he grabbed the bag with the stolen money in it. To him, the only thing that mattered was finding the treasure. I grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him against the van, earning a gasp from Savannah. I pushed the thought of disappointing her from my mind as I continued what I was doing. I grabbed the bag back and got into the van, waiting for everyone else. They all just stared in silence at me. Then I looked at Sav. She stared at me like she didn’t know who I was. I got out of the van and listened to John, Pope, and Kie tell me they were sick of me. They were sick of everything that I did, even if it was for them. Everything I did was for them, they were all I had and even they were treating me like this. I was in the middle of telling Pope to pay me back. I was in the middle of something so unreasonable, that even I knew I was wrong. My emotions were too high to care though. Then Savannah’s voice rang out.

“JJ!” She yelled, desperation filled her voice. “You don’t owe any money, I handled it. It’s done! Stop treating your friends like this!”

That’s when I knew it wasn’t going to work. She would constantly be disappointed in me if we continued. She already felt as if she had to take care of all of my mistakes and that killed me. The fact that she thought she had to take care of the $30,000 made me so upset that I just explored.

The whole argument felt like a blur as I walked away. I knew I had just completely ripped her apart from the inside out, but I still couldn’t swallow my pride. Then when I got to the edge of town, my mind replayed the look on her face. God, JJ! How could you say that to her? You love her so much. I ran both hands through my greasy hair and threw my bag against the ground with all my power. Her heartbroken face never left my mind once.

“And because you treat me this way, I will never love you.”

Out of all the things I could’ve said in that moment, I picked the only one that I couldn’t redeem myself from. All of a sudden, the money didn’t matter anymore. The gold, the money, the treasure, none of it matter if she wasn’t by my side. I went home, not wanting to run into any of the Pogues. I couldn’t hear about how I messed up because I already knew and it was eating me alive. I pushed through the door at my house and onto the front pouch to see my father. He was working on something and didn’t even acknowledge me at first.

“I've been staying at John B's,” I muttered, looking at him.

“I didn't ask you where you were stayin'. I don't care,” he said, barely looking up. He stood up to grab something. “I knew you’d get hungry.”

“That's not why I came back, Dad,” I said with a sigh. He sat back down and I looked at him. “I got the money.”

“Yeah, I'll believe that when I see it,” he said, continuing his work. I threw the money down on the table and watched him stare at it. Finally, he grabbed the bag and opened it up.

“It’s all there. 25k,” I said and for the first time in years, he smiled. He even chuckled a little bit.

“I don't know how you got this. I-I don't even wanna know,” he said pointed at me with a proud look in his eyes. “You did it. I'll grant you that. You did it. There's beer in the cooler.”

For the first time in years I felt happy with him. He praised me and looked so happy staring at that money, but it was short lived. I walked over to the cooler with a smile on my face.

“I think that sale's still on at Guffy's of Makos,” he said, hitting the money on the table and standing up. I felt my stomach sink when I realized what he was going to do next. “They're practically givin' 'em away.”

He grabbed the newspaper ad and pointed at it, shaking the money.

“That's for the restitution,” I said. He wasn’t listening though, he was too focused on whatever was on that ad. I tried to demand his attention. “Dad. Can you please just do the right thing for once, okay?”

“You know how much you cost me, you little shit?” he asked, returning to the father I knew. The one who only cares about himself. He put the money in a water jug and screwed the cap on tight. “This nut? It ain't going to the cops. No. I'm gonna triple it-”

“Dad!” I yelled. “We have to pay Savannah back.”

My heart ached. Would she even take the money after everything I said to her? After everything I did, it would probably seem like I was doing this so I didn’t owe her anything. My heart ached at the thought.

“You got somethin' to say? After everything you done? You wanna get into it?” he asked, grabbing onto my shirt. “I didn't think so. Man, people keep wastin' my time. I gotta fix this motor.”

I could feel every emotion eating away at me. I left my friends for this. I hurt Savannah. I ruined everything to do what I thought was right, but still it wasn’t. I stole a glance at the water jug and then back at my father. I could still try to make this right. I ran forward and grabbed onto the bottle, as my dad stood up. I tried to make a break for it, but he shoved me against the house. I let out a groan as I made contact. I felt his fist collide with my left side, then my left cheekbone. I plummeted to the ground, blood dripping out of my mouth.

“Boy, you stay down there,” he said, but I didn’t listen. I got up and leaned my whole body into my punch. I hit him hard in the face, only to have the favor returned to me seconds later. He pinned me on the ground, hands wrapped around my throat. I pushed against his face, trying desperately to get him off of me. I felt my body begging for air. I kneed him hard in the side, knocking him off and got up trying once again to make a break for it, but he grabbed my foot causing me to trip. I felt his boot collide with my side and his hand grab a fistfull of my hair, pulling me back up. He pinned me against the wall, landing a few more punches against my face. Finally I got an opportunity to hit back, knocking both of us through the screen on the deck. I grabbed onto him and flipped him over.

“You gave me nothing! You gave me nothing but a shitty life! All you ever did was try and scare me! Well, guess what, Dad? ” I screamed, breaking down as I hit back. I could feel tears streaming down my face as I pinned him down. I grabbed a wrench and held it ready to hit him, but I couldn’t. I sobbed and tried to find it in me to do it, but it wasn’t there. I dropped it next to him and began to get up. “I ain't scared of you anymore.”

I got up and left him there, grabbing the money on the way out.

After walking into town, I sat there with the money and tried to wrap my brain around what to do with it. I found myself pacing back and forth outside Savannah’s hotel and trying to find the courage to go in. I looked horrible and had blood dried all over me, how could I face her like this. I built up all my courage and walked in. I was greeted by a front desk worker who looked horrified to see me. I asked softly if Savannah was here and she said no. I turned to leave, but Mr. Stryker blocked my way. I looked up at his face and he looked down disapprovingly.

“JJ,” he said. “I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t spend time with my daughter anymore.” “I-I came to pay Savannah back,” I managed to speak somewhat clearly as I held the jug up. Her dad stared at me and shook his head.

“I don’t even want to know where you got that, but don’t,” he said. “She didn’t pay your restitution. I did as a way to keep you away from her. Don’t pay me back, just stay away from my daughter.”

His words were cold and harsh. His tone had no emotion in it. He just walked away after that. Savannah didn’t do anything and I snapped at her. I ruined everything and now I had 25k and it didn’t even matter. I stood there dumbfounded and miserable.

The rest of the day came and went. I finally decided I wanted to spend the money on something my friends and I could enjoy together. Something to say I’m sorry for everything I’ve done. Something to show them they were everything to me. I got everything ready and waited. Finally, I heard a car pull up.

“What the hell?” I heard Pope say. I could hear the car doors closing and Kie and Pope walking over. I couldn’t wait to see their faces when they saw what I bought for us. I popped the cork of the champagne as they entered my view. “What did you do, JJ?”

“I got a jet going straight in my butt right now,” I said with a laugh. I tried to be my normal JJ self. “Y'all should get in immediately, you hear me?”

“How much did this cost?” Pope asked with a concerned look.

“Uh…” I started, unsure if I should be honest with them. “Well, with the generator, the petrol, and oh, hey, express delivery…” I paused to laugh a little. “Pretty much all of it, yeah.

“All of it?” Pope asked, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Yeah, all of it.”

“You spent all the money in one day?”

“Yeah, burned a hole right through my pocket,”I said. “But, I mean, like, come on, guys, like, look at this! Finest in jet-based massage therapy, that's what they told me.” I paused. “Kie, what?  Can't a man have a little luxury in life? Come on, all this scrimpin' and scrapin'... I mean, like... guys, we--  You only live once, right? Enough of this emotional shit. Get in the Cat's Ass. Come on.”

“In the what?” Kie asked.

“In the Cat's Ass. That's what I named her. Oh, hey, yo, I almost forgot.” I said. I clicked the switch and a disco ball swirled above me. I felt the jets intensify like a glorious fountain. “Huh? Yeah, that's right, I know. Disco mode. That's right, baby!”

“Are you kidding me?” Pope said. “You could have paid Savannah back for restitution!”

“Or literally given it to any charity!” Kie added.

“You could have helped us buy supplies to get the rest of the gold out of the well!”

“Okay, well, you know what? I didn't do that! I got a hot tub!” I yelled. Why couldn’t they see I was trying? “For my friends. I got a hot tub for my friends. No, you know what? Screw friends. I got a hot tub for my family!” I stood up, finally getting upset.

“What the hell?” Kie said with a sad expression.

“I got this for you. Guys, look what I did for you! All right?” I could feel the tears coming. “Look at this! Look at this!” I felt the tears roll down my face “No, you stop being emotional. It's fine, okay? I mean, it's sweet, right? Everything--just get in!” I watch Kie get in and wrap her arms around me. That's when I broke down.”I just couldn't do it. I can't take him anymore! I was gonna kill him. I just wanna do the right thing.”

“I know,” Kie said, embracing me tightly. “I know.”

Pope stepped into the hot tub, hugging me as well as I broke down. I allowed myself to be vulnerable and open. Everything hurt. My body ached with every touch, every movement. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe through my sobs. I tried to control myself, but it all finally boiled over and nothing was going to help me stop crying. In between my gasps for air I managed to ask one more thing.

“Is Savannah okay?” I feared the answer. I wanted to know that she didn’t go back home. I knew what waited for her there. I wanted to know that she was okay and safe and healthy.

“I’m not gonna lie JJ,” Pope started. “I don’t think she's okay after all of that. She went home.”

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Request 06 : Winwin + “I kind of got too drunk at this New Year’s party and I need you to pick me up.” (60) + “Fuck it, a new year is about to start, and I can’t go another year hiding this from you - I love you.” (72)

(Mildly Suggestive + Swearing)

The room felt like it was trembling with every steady pound of the music. Your head was pulsing as the swarm of sweaty, adrenaline-high people surrounded you. They reeked of sweat, cheap beer and cigarette smoke, and you fought down the urge to heave. Your vision was blurry and your mind fogged. You made out the faint outline of Yukhei, shoving his way past the crowd to get to you.

“Yo!” He slung a heavy arm around you. His breath was heavy with the smell of alcohol. He’d been lingering by, dominating the competition in beer pong. He had spectacular aim when drunk – perhaps even more so than when he was sober. “You enjoying the party?”

You subconsciously leaned into his touch, the numerous glasses of vodka you’d consumed already beginning to kick in. It was Yukhei and Ten who had coerced you into going to Yuta’s infamous New Year’s party. It was their first time being invited, and they had been giddy with joy. Apparently, you were deemed superior if you managed to obtain a personal invitation from Yuta himself. You supposed the invitation was a major ego boost for both of the boys. You were only there as Yukhei’s “girlfriend”. Frankly, you weren’t sure how anybody believed that – Yukhei slept around regularly. You weren’t shaming him, it was just the truth.

“I’m bored, Yuk,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his torso for support. “Where’s Ten? I want to go home.”

“I’m right here.” Ten clung to your arm. “And I’m too high to drive right now.”

You slapped Ten’s arm. “What the fuck, Ten? You’re high? What are you on?”

“Chill, it’s just weed.” Ten waved a hand disparagingly. “And I don’t want to go home yet. The party’s just started!”

You grimaced. In your opinion, the party had been going on for too long already – four hours to be exact. Sure, you were wasted, but even all that vodka couldn’t make up for the sheer monotony of the party. It was just an excuse for everyone to get drunk and have sex. And while you had already surpassed the first condition, you were in no mood for bland, hammered, passionless sex.

“How about you, Yuk?” You tightened your grip on Yukhei’s waist, staring up at him with a pleading look. “Please don’t fucking tell me you’re high too.”

“Hey, of course not! I’m just thrashed.” Yukhei flicked your nose. “So, I can’t drive you home.”

Ten snickered. “Yeah, and he also really wants to get into Yuta’s sister’s pants.”

You shoved Yukhei’s forehead with your palm, but he barely moved an inch. “You stupid bitch! You’re supposed to be here as my boyfriend. I didn’t think I’d have to tell you this, but if you’re my boyfriend you’re not supposed to fall into bed with some other chick.”

“Come on, she’s so hot!” Yukhei whined. “Why don’t you just hail a ride?”

“No fucking way, Yuk.” You shuddered. “Didn’t you see what happened in the news? I’m not going anywhere near a cab without one of you guys in there with me.”

Ten‘s posture sprang up. “Oh wait, wait, wait. I have a solution.” You turned to see a gleaming Ten, his eyes darting left and right unsteadily. Fuck, he really was high. “Call Sicheng to pick you up! It’s fucking New Year’s and I bet he’ll be stoked to pick the girl of his dreams up!”

The rate of which your face began to be overtaken with a red tint was alarming. “I’m not the girl of his dreams, Ten. You know that.” You and Sicheng’s relationship was . . . complicated. The two of you had met on Valentine’s, where once again you were out with Yukhei and Ten, but this time at a local bar. Sicheng had been dressed nicely, and your mouth had watered at the sight of him. When Yukhei had disappeared to the bathroom with some random girl and Ten had hurried home on the brink of passing out, Sicheng had approached an already drunk you with a smile.

He had bought you a drink, smooth talked his way into bed with you and the rest was history. You had thought that it was a one-time thing, but were pleasantly surprised to see he had snuck his phone number into your contacts on your way out.

You had met multiple times after that. The first few times played out the same way the first had, but you soon found Sicheng calling you out to the funfair, picnics, dinners, movies.

Soon enough, he had your heart in his grasp. You were infatuated with him. He treated you with respect, putting your own needs before his, acknowledging the boundaries you had set and never rushing anything with you.

Yukhei groaned. “You’re still seeing him? He’s no fun.”

“He’s plenty of fun, Yukhei! You’re only saying that because you’re obnoxiously loud,” you said, slurring over your words slightly. “He’s just not outgoing and prefers to go under the radar, but he’s really caring and affectionate.”

“You could’ve just said he fucks you well and be done with it.” Yukhei rolled his eyes. You flushed, pinching his bicep.

“Fuck you, Yukhei!”

“God, shut up, the both of you! I’m high but you guys still manage to make my head throb with your useless arguing.” Ten clasped his hands together. “But please just call Sicheng. I know you won’t regret it.”

You contemplated for a moment, but your brain was too fuzzy to come up with a reason not to do it. Sicheng always called you out on spontaneous dates, so why couldn’t you do it? “Ah, fuck. Fine. New year, new me.”

Ten whooped for you and even Yukhei gave you an encouraging pat on the back. Although he had good intentions, the gesture made you cough from how harshly he did it. You fished your phone out of your pocket, your gut clenching with fret as your thumb tapped Sicheng’s name.

His ringtone hummed and you felt your breath catch in your throat. You signalled for both Yukhei and Ten to keep their voices down, despite the fact that Sicheng wouldn’t even be able to hear them over both the cacophonous crowd and music.

The other end clicked. “Hello?”

“Hi, Sicheng. It’s me.” Ten tossed you an over-enthusiastic thumbs-up.

Sicheng’s tone lightened. “I know. I’m not complaining but, why’d you call? It’s late.”

“It’s New Year’s, Sicheng! What are you talking about? This isn’t late!” You giggled. “But . . . I kind of got too drunk at this New Year’s party and I need you to pick me up.”

“What? Are you alone?” There was faint rustling on the other end.

“No, I’m with— Ouch, fuck! Yukhei, you just elbowed me!” You pushed Yukhei - whose knees had buckled – away from you. He sent you an apologetic wince. “I’m with Ten and Yukhei. You met them. But one of them is wasted and one of them is high. High! Can you fucking believe that?”

Sicheng chortled. “Okay, okay, where are you? Text me your address and I’ll pick you up.”

You giggled. “Ooh, so bossy. Don’t worry, I will. See you later, Sicheng.”

Ten was quick to pester you. “So, what did he say?”

You had to physically stop yourself from grinning like a lunatic. “He’s coming over. I just have to send the address.”

“Hah! A bitch is getting dicked down tonight!” hollered Yukhei.

***

You hugged your jacket tighter around yourself. The breeze bit at your skin, pricking your fingertips. You flexed your toes in your shoes. They were numb, cold as ice. You shivered.

Where was he?

You’d been standing outside on Yuta’s solo cup strewn porch, patiently awaiting Sicheng’s arrival. He had said his place was a considerable distance from Yuta’s, but you hadn’t expected for him to take so long. Just the temperature alone was beginning to sober you up a little.

Just as you were about to return inside and welcome the overwhelming heat from the crowd, a familiar car honked at you. You grinned, sauntering to Sicheng’s passenger seat.

His car wasn’t fancy or new, not by a long shot. In fact, it had been handed down by his cousin. As a university student, Sicheng was understably, a little strapped for cash.

You giggled as you sat, tugging the seatbelt over yourself. “Hi, Winwin.”

Sicheng chuckled. “I told you not to call me that. You must be really drunk, huh?” He had been bestowed that nickname when he kept acing all the games in the funfair. He said it was dumb luck, you said a deity was blessing him because he had been a war hero in his past life.

“You bet, baby!” You pumped your fist in the air. “So, where are we going?”

“Your place, obviously,” said Sicheng pointedly. The car cruised down the dimly lit road, past houses and drunk groups of people staggering through the dark.

“What? But I don’t want to spend New Year’s alone at home!” You crossed your arms. You scrambled to find an excuse to haul Sicheng along. “And my roommate will kill me if I come home drunk again. I told her I wouldn’t and I intend on keeping that promise. Why don’t we just hang around town? Go sit by the beach? I want to spend New Year’s with you, Winwin-ie.”

Sicheng spared you a glance before returning his attention to the road. You didn’t miss the pleased glint in his eyes. “Fine, but only because it’s you.”

***

“Oh my God, everything’s so pretty!”

You spun in the sand, toes buried. It was freezing cold, but it went by unnoticed because you were too enraptured by your surroundings.

The soft almost powdery sand, the luminous moon casting its reflection onto the clear surface of the sea water, the leaves dancing in the breeze. You inhaled the fresh – albeit cold – air. The ripples of the sea were slight. You tread carefully along the tide, the foaming water lapping up at your toes.

Sicheng stood motionless beside you, admiring your wonder. He sat on the sand, a goofy smile evident on his lips. You smiled at him, following suit and letting your head fall to his shoulder. “I can’t believe the year’s coming to an end.”

He coiled the ends of your hair around his index finger absentmindedly. You continued, “It feels so surreal, like it’s not happening.”

“But it’s nice,” said Sicheng. “It’s like a fresh start. Like all the mistakes I’ve made in the past year don’t count anymore, and God knows I made a lot of mistakes this year.” Sicheng stared up at the moon, smiling wistfully, his feautures glowing beneath its light.

You gulped. You kept your gaze on the sand below you, tracing shapes and squiggles. “Was I – Was I one of those mistakes?” You mustered the courage to look him in the eye.

“What?” Sicheng cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing the side of your face soothingly. You gnawed on your lip. “Are you joking? You’re the best thing that’s happened to me all year.”

Heat began to crawl up your neck and pool in your cheeks. “You’re just being cheesy, Sicheng.”

He shook his head. “I’m serious. I like you so damn much. You’ve brought so many smiles to my face and you’ve taught me to love and appreciate everything around me. To stop and praise the little things; the things I’d normally walk past. I—” Sicheng gulps. “Fuck it, a new year is about to start, and I can’t go another year hiding this from you.” The waves were calm, like they had been lulled to sleep by the moon’s song. “I love you.”

Everything around you hushed. The sound of the waves and the whistling breeze were moulded into a static as you stared into the genuine eyes of Dong Sicheng. You smiled, fresh tears beginning to form. Where your vision was blurry, your mind was now as clear as the seawater before you. You knew how you felt about Dong Sicheng. The boy you’d met in the bar. The boy you thought you’d never see again. The boy with a heart of ice that melted into a puddle at the touch of just your pinkie.

Dong Sicheng - the boy you loved.

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[apollo-writes-random-shit]

omg!! please please please do gasoline with race!!

Ahhhhhh! Sorry, this took so long! I wrote this like three or four times and I’m still not 100% happy with it lol. I did some research and it turns out the song is actually about Halsey’s struggles with mental health while being in the spotlight so I used that but don’t worry! This has a happy ending!

Song requests

AO3 copy

Are you insane like me?

He was pretty sure every kid at some point had wanted to be famous and here he was. Gone from causal dancing to acting and singing, all thanks to a small show that had been secretly visited by a talent scout. Multiple doors had opened for the young teen but with the fame came extreme expectations and with those expectations came extreme stress. 

Everything seemed to be dictated by his manager, one William Snyder. As grateful as he was for the jobs Snyder had landed him, he was driving Race insane. Every single little thing was scrutinised, from the things he ate and drank, to even his hairstyle when he went out. His smile had to be perfect every time to 'keep up his image' but it got tired having to look perfect all the time. 

Don't get him wrong, he adored his fans but at the same time, he wished he could go out without being stopped every five minutes for photos and videos, being made to repeat lines constantly. 

Been in pain like me?

Every day left him exhausted, even if he had only been shopping. Everything had to be perfect to make sure he avoided any bad publicity. He was still young so why ruin his career so early? 

Sighing, Race stared at his schedule. Countless practises for both dances and an upcoming audition filled every day, leaving him with almost no time for himself. He had only a few hours after evening practice and he knew he'd spend most of that sleeping. 

He could already feel the pain that would come with everything. Today's practise had already wiped him out, body flowing with pain. After being scouted, Race had discovered muscles he didn't know existed thanks to the pain that came with the job. 

However, he could deal with the physical pain but the mental pain? Not so much. He knew the others were getting worried about him but it didn't stop him from following all of Snyder's strict rules...Even if it caused him to throw up some mornings and night before practice. 

Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me? Just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me?

Well, he followed most of the rules but Race liked to have fun, even if that meant drinking some nights, whether it be cheap beer or expensive champagne, he'd take it, only to pour whatever remained down the drain the next morning in shame before scrubbing his teeth to get rid of any hint of the alcohol that was forbidden.

That's what he was currently doing, letting the taste of his toothpaste take over the taste of morning breath and expensive champagne. Rising the toothbrush, he chuckled softly as he licked his lips, savouring the artifical taste of bubblegum. Despite the event happening over a week ago, Race could still see Jack's face when he walked out of the bathroom carrying it. He knew he wasn't a kid but that wouldn't stop him from buying the 'kiddie' toothpaste, no matter how 'disappointed' it made his older brother. 

Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?

Walking out to the kitchen, he noticed the damp paper resting on the table, causing him to shake his head. He had spilt a little of his drink on the table and mopped it up with the closest thing which appeared to be the bill he opened last night. 

Not that it mattered, he could still read it which meant he'd be able to know who to pay. That and he had read it last night and despite getting drunk, his sharp mind still remembered every word. 

He would concern himself with that later, instead focusing on making his breakfast smoothie before rushing out that door, hoodie pulled over his head to hide his face in the short run down his driveway. Sure, no one was around but that didn't mean he wasn't paranoid about being spotted. He already had to deal with stalkers and so far, none of them had found his house and he'd like to keep it that way thank you very much. 

Softly singing along to the radio, he grinned to himself as set off, heading towards the dance studio. Sure, Snyder was going to be there to see his progress which meant he'd have to work harder. At least Romeo and Tommy always gave him good criticism instead of berating him when they taught him a new move. Even in Tommy Boy would jokingly kick his feet into the right position while telling him to keep up. Out of everyone he had been taught by, the two were his favourite. Tommy would teach him the dances while Romeo took care of the acting and like almost everyone, they thought Race should get rid of the man. 

Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me?

Shaking the thought out of his head, he pulled into the car park, flipping his hood back up before speedwalking inside. 

It was only when he got inside the studio that he relaxed, something that always happened. Sure, most of the time sometimes he'd walk out and there would be a small crowd outside the building which he found awkward considering he was still all sweaty and smelly. There was only so much a towel and deodorant could do until he had access to a shower. Sure, the dance studio had showers but honestly, Race didn't like them. He also felt awkward showering in a building where his fans might find a way to sneak in. He might love his body but he didn't feel like having nudes of him spread across the internet where anyone could access it.

"Damn, look who finally showed up."

"I'm late by one minute Tommy Boy. Traffic was horrible." 

"Whatever, warm-up you dork." The Australian chuckled, scrolling through the playlist, trying to decide which routine to have his friend start with. Subtly, he clenched his jaw as another presence filled the room. He really didn't like when Snyder was in the studio but unfortunately, he had no say. He knew the man liked to see that his client was actually making progress. Sure, some of his dancers would have their manager show up occasionally but Snyder came twice a month to take notes on Race before taking the teen to the side to lecture him, almost like he was trying to undermine everything he had been taught. He really hated him in all honestly but hey. He couldn't fire him, only Race could and considering the number of gigs Snyder had landed him, he doubted he'd be let go anytime soon. 

Race shook out his limbs after stretching, pretending that he didn't sense the tension between his manager and instructor. If he ignored them, he could actually focus properly. He had learnt during the first few sessions that Snyder had sat in, that if he let the tension distract him, he'd slip up and get a long lecture about how he had to 'focus more if he wanted to nail a role'. So, he just pretended to be alone, letting the music flow through him. As cheesy as it sounded, Race liked to pretend that he was one with the sound. The noise was his dance partner, the leader of the pair. He followed its gentle coaxing willingly, allowing it to control every step.

It gave him a high that nothing could replicate, no matter how hard he had tried in the past. Dancing gave him something that he couldn't explain. Something that couldn't be described. He was addicted to it.

He allowed himself to come to a stop, his partner leaving him with a gentle caress and smile. Race grinned at himself in the mirror, slowly coming down from his high, allowing himself to relax, calmly walking over to his duffle bag, yanking his towel out before wiping his face off. As much as he loved dancing, he didn't like the sweat that came with it. 

Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?

Tommy's compliments were cut off by the clearing of someone's throat and the two turned to look at Snyder who was lounging in a chair in the corner. "Your turns were sloppy Higgins. You fell out of a few turns, your feet weren't pointed during one of your jumps and your arms looked strange. You need to work on those."

"With all due respect sir, I believe he did quite well."

"Clearly you weren't paying close enough attention to your student Manchester. We all know he can do better. If he nails this video, even more doors will open for him and surely you want that for him."

"I do but."

"Then you'll allow me to critique my client. I want what's best for him after all." 

Race sighed. "I'll work harder. It's okay." Sure, he knew he was overworked as it was, but he could always try harder. There was always room for improvement after all.

Tommy just shook his head, knowing what Snyder wanted was a fat paycheck. Race wanted to please everyone and that included Snyder, even if the man pushed him past the point of breaking. Once discovering that Race had an empty basement, Snyder had pushed him into turning it into a mini studio for extra practice and would often visit to watch and offer more 'corrections' when really, he spent most of the time on his phone, only sparing glances up at the mirrors, pushing the teen to almost the point of collapse before lecturing him at the way he had become so wobbly. He didn't care that the boy was tearing himself apart in hopes of earning the praise he had been craving all his life. Race lived to entertain people and so far, he had failed to fully impress Snyder. 

Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?

Buttons sighed as he listened to the faint sound of music, vibrating through the wooden floor. He was there to do final adjustments to Race's costume for the video tomorrow and wasn't surprised that he'd be found in the makeshift studio. Whispers floated around not only Race's friends but some of Buttons' friends in the clothing industry. Race seemed ready to fall apart and it was a waste of talent. He was being pushed too far and from Buttons had learnt, had recently been pushed into modelling as well, taking up even more of his time, leaving him more exhausted than normal. 

Saying that you shouldn't waste your pretty face like me? And all the people say...

Shaking his head, Buttons headed down steps, rapping on the door to inform the other of his presence, watching as he stumbled slightly. Race had been sucked into the whirlwind of fame, dragged into an uncaring industry, one deadset on farming out copies and copies, ones that would give them the cash they craved. 

It destroyed every member they took in, ruining their minds and bodies until they were dumped, left to eventually fade away, replaced with a newer shiny version. As famous as someone was, it was surprisingly hard to be remembered. Making something that everyone remembered for years to come might be somewhat easy, but having your name in everyone's mind for years? That was much harder. 

Fame was a dream for a lot of people but that dream would turn into a nightmare quickly. 

You can't wake up, this is not a dream, you're part of a machine, you are not a human being.

Buttons loved seeing his work in videos but looking at the way his crafts looked on Race's skinny shaking body made him feel sick.

"Really. You need to take better care of yourself."

"Gotta look my best Buttons." Race just grinned, brushing off the concerns like normal.

"Tony seriously. Everyone's telling you the same thing. You need to eat more." The tailor shook his head, scanning the other's body to spot anything off with it. "You always look ready to collapse and you're shaking!"

"Buttons...I'm just following what's set out for me."

"Don't you think it's going a bit far?"

"Nah. It's fine. After all, it could be worse." Race just shrugged, holding his arms up when prompted. 

With your face all made up, living on a screen.

While talking to Buttons was always fun, Race was relieved to see him leave. Whenever he spoke to someone alone, they always told him to drop his manager. That he looked like he was five seconds away from being rushed to the nearest hospital. 

It didn't help that Snyder had become stricter later, criticizing his body and form more than normal, not caring that he was breaking his spirit. He was one of many, easily replaceable in the mind of the industry, something that Snyder liked to remind his client of constantly, claiming that it was 'in his best interest that he followed everything to the letter', forcing him to practise harder whenever he strayed from the harsh guidelines he set out.

Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline.

Requesting time off just brought another lecture. Hell, Race had to beg and fight to be allowed to take his birthday off and out of everything the man had done, that's what pissed Race's friends and family off the most. Jack had been close to demanding the man's address or phone number, only for Davey to stop him. It was no secret that Jack and Snyder had bad blood, disagreeing over what was best for the dancer/actor. Jack had known him all of his life while Snyder had only known him for roughly two years. 

Race hated the relationship between his manager and older brother but did his best to never let it trouble him. He desired to be on his A-game at all times after all and any form of tension would throw him off, only causing him to work harder than any other day. Snyder constantly likened him to every other young celebrity out there, reminding him all the time that he was replaceable, that he had to work harder if he wanted to keep up with the industry. That he was...Already stumbling behind. 

I think there's a flaw in my code.

The man acted like Race wasn't trying at all...That all the hours he put in meant nothing. That Race was acting like he 'didn't care about his job'. Like he was...Broken in some way and that strict behaviour just increased when he had handed him a slip of paper given to him by a professional. A diagnosis for depression, anxiety and bipolar disorder. He hadn't been super happy to find out that his client was mentally ill and that the paperwork even pointed out that he was overworked and just pushed him harder. 

Voices pushed at him from both sides. Drop him some said. He's working you too hard others chimed in. You need to work harder if you want to succeed in the industry kid one kept saying and for some reason, he kept listening to the single voice, despite the fact he knew he wasn't meant to. He needed to drop him and he would, after this music video and movie audition though.

Well, my heart is gold and my hands are cold.

Race sighed, shaking his head. Focus Higgins. In a month, you can find someone new. Darcy, Bill and Kath can find you a new one. He stretched, smiling at himself in a mirror. He'd be okay, he could last a month. 

He pretended Snyder's not so subtle jabs at his diagnosis. The man hadn't been pleased when he found out about Race's ADHD, clearly 'trying' to hide the way he felt about the whole thing. That he didn't think Race was 'unstable'. That he was 'broken'.

Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me? Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?

He growled in annoyance when he fell out of a turn again, glad he was alone. It wasn't his fault he was so stressed! He was being pulled at every end, each person claiming they just wanted the both for him. With his mental health 'issues' dumped on top of that, Race wanted to scream and tear his hair out. He hated this. Hated the worried looks from his friends and family. Hated the harsh tone from Snyder used when he was giving him 'constructive' criticism. 

He wasn't at fault here! He was just trying hard so why did it seem like everyone was trying to pull him to their side? Sure, what he was doing wasn't the healthiest but he had to work hard to keep up with the fast pace workforce. Sure, he could stand to gain a few pounds but he could always do that later. 

Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me? Pointing fingers 'cause you'll never take the blame like me?

"I'm just worried Race..."

"I know Jack. I know you hate Snyder, that he's an asshole, that you think he's ruining my life. But, without him, I wouldn't have gotten so many gigs."

"Tony, please. You need to drop him. You don't look healthy, you're never able to go out anymore, you're being worked to the bone." Jack frowned as he looked at his brother. "I get that you love your job but you need to take time for yourself as well."

"Look. I'm already planning to drop him after this audition...It's just a month Jack. Please. Give me that and I'll drop him."

"Promise? I'm sick of his bullshit Tony..."

"I promise."

And all the people say, you can't wake up, this is not a dream.

"Again." 

Race nodded, restarting the music before throwing himself into the dance again.

"You're distracted, Higgins."

"Sorry, sir. Just got a lot on my mind lately..." 

"You need to focus. If you don't you'll fall behind and fail. Restart."

You're part of a machine, you are not a human being. With your face all made up, living on a screen.

Race honestly wasn't sure if Snyder even knew what he was talking about when it came to his dancing but still, he took his words to heart, letting them crash through his weak walls again as he started the dance yet again, letting the music wrap itself around him, allowing it to bring him both a familiar rush and familiar comfort. 

The comfort that came with the music was his favourite kind of comfort. He never had to seak it out. Never had to send a text or make a call. All he had to do was press a button and it was there, ready to hug him and bring him a calm distraction from whatever was bothering him, sometimes wiping away any tears that would run down his cheeks, drawing a watery smile from him.

Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline.

"What the fuck do you mean you're firing me? I'm the one who got you this damn role! You would be a nobody without me Higgins and you know that!" 

Race looked at the man's angry face. "Leave my house, Snyder. We're done here. While I am thankful for the work you have done, I need to focus on what I feel is right for me and I believe what is right is us parting ways."

"You're making a big mistake Higgins. I can ruin your damn life! I got you that role and I can fucking take it away from you! You'll regret this! I'll fucking leak your damn address!" 

I think there's a flaw in my code.

"You can not ruin my life, Snyder. You even try and I'll make sure everyone knows what you've been doing. I'll let everyone know how hard you've pushed me. How you've forced me to dance right after throwing up. Believe me, Snyder. I can and will let them know. I've dealt with this for too long."

These voices won't leave me alone.

"You've let those people poison you! They know nothing!"

"Romeo and Tommy have been working in this industry for years. Longer than you have and I trust their judgement."

"I'll get their places shut down!"

"Keep talking Snyder...You're just digging yourself a bigger hole."

"The fuck are you talking about?"

Race smirked, holding up his phone. "I've looked up the laws. We have a one-party consent law here meaning I can record this conversation without your permission and that's what I have done. I recommend you leave now."

Snyder scoffed, storming out. "You'll regret this!"

"And you'll regret being so strict! Goodbye William~" 

Well, my heart is gold and my hands are cold.

[revisionaryhistory]

Three Days ~ 38

Catch up on AO3

Happy Birthday Bonus Day. Ok, I'm also babysitting my niece until Monday and won't be online.

~*~Sebastian~*~

The phone call from my manager, Emily, was about the shoot for the watch ad. At the end, she tacked on there had been a random tweet saying, "I think I just saw The Winter Soldier kidnap and carry off a woman." I guess someone did see. Naturally, it turned into a thing with fans asking for pictures "or it didn't" happen and location. Poor guy was just posting something random to his friends and got overrun. His next tweet was "Fuck, y'all are crazy. I'm being stupid, drunk by the water, and you lose your damn minds." He has no idea. His comment about water has everyone thinking I'm at the beach. I wish. Although, I am at a sand volleyball tournament.

I went back outside and Emma wasn't at the table. I could see her out on the court. I got closer and was treated with tiny orange shorts. Those were exactly what flashed into my head when she said she played volleyball. Except I pictured the shorts black. I wasn't going to bitch about the orange. I was already making plans around peeling them off. The best I could do right now was a kiss through some black netting.

After meeting the team, I went back to the table and introduced myself. Scott stared for a bit, but after a few minutes of conversation with Samantha he joined in. This was the way it usually happened. There was a period of weird silence before my behavior convinced them I'm no different from anyone else. Once I can get them from seeing a twenty-foot version of me on a movie screen to seeing the guy in front of them things are pretty normal.

As much as I was enjoying the conversation when the game started I went up to the railing. Emma’s team started on the side that wasn't fronted by the deck. I wanted to see. I'd done my research, so I knew after the first set they'd switch sides. I'd sit down then. Maybe. I was rewarded with a smile when they took their places and she saw me.

Things didn't start well. The other teamed scored three quick points. We'd close in, then they'd pull ahead again. I learned from Samantha that Emma was the setter. She was in charge of the offensive and Pete directed defense. Her obsessive planning would probably come in handy here. When we were behind ten to twelve Pete called a time out. They ran over to the bench under where I was standing. Emma told them what she saw the other team doing and gave each of them direction. Pete added in a little, but it was mostly her. She was confident, direct, and at the end brought them together for a quick cheer and told them, "We got this."  All through this, she paid zero attention to me. She was laser-focused like I wasn't even there.

Which made me hard.

From then on there was no more being behind. It was like the first part of the match was them figuring the other side out and now they were playing for real. Emma's yelling out names. Pete's telling people to move. And then there's the physicality of it. She was quick. She would dive to keep the ball from hitting the ground, barely dump it over the net, and set the ball up for one of the guys. The last one looked like she was barely touching the ball, but I knew the strength in those fingers. I'm sure the others were doing all sorts of shit too, but I was only paying attention to her. What she wasn't very good at was serving. She didn't suck. It just wasn't her strong suit.

I kept quiet throughout the set until the final score. I did a fist pump and yelled, "Yes!"

Final score twenty-five to twenty.

They headed to the bench, all smiling but not too big, and started gathering their stuff. Emma gathered her clothes over her arm before looking at me. It wasn't over yet so I gave her a thumbs up and mouthed, "Good job."

Emma stepped up on the bench like she had before the game and reached her fingers through the netting. Reaching for me. I linked my fingers with hers and met her for another kiss in a little square. She smiled and whispered, "For luck."

Nick came close and looked up," You have to do that before every set now. Superstition rules sports."

I looked around Emma to see him, "Not a hardship."

I went back to the table for the second set. Samantha, who told me to call her Sam, provided a steady commentary and answered any questions I had. I should have started back here. I had a much better understanding of roles, strategy, and gameplay by the time they won the second set and therefore the game.

Scott pointed between me and Sam, "One of you bar bitches needs to go get beer."

I jumped off the chair, I'll get it."

I looked at Sam, "What do I get?

"Bucket of Corona and one of Modelo."

"Thank you. Be right back."

The team was already at the table when I got there.

Pete looked at me as I put the buckets down. "You're going to need to be faster if you want to keep your bar bitch job."

It was good that they were giving me shit. Normal. I grabbed two of the Modelos. "I set up a tab. It'll be quicker next time."

He looked aghast, "You left your credit card?"

"I think they trust me." I opened the bottles and walked to where Emma sat, kissing her before handing off the beer. "That was great. You were great. " I quickly looked at the others, "I'm sure you all were too, but I was only paying attention to her. I'II watch everyone next game."

Jeff smiled around his beer bottle, "No, you won't."

"I'll make an effort." No one was believing me. I couldn't blame them. I ran my hand over Emma’s shoulders, "How long till the next game?"

"The team we’ll play, their game isn’t over yet." She pointed to court two. "We'll get twenty or so minutes once they're done. Wanna go watch the end?"

"Sure."

Emma took my hand and we went to the railing. "Which team do you want to win?"

She looked at both teams. "I don't know them. They're from a different league." She watched both for a minute, "Shit."

I turned toward her, leaning my arm on the counters, "What's up?"

"I went out with one of the guys on the green team." She'd moved to put her back to them.

"Hmm." I raised an eyebrow while I took a drink. Kinda thankful it's one of hers and not one of mine. "How long?"

"Just a couple of times. I didn't sleep with him." She shuddered, "He said some mildly creepy things and I ditched."

I was surprised by how relieved I felt when she said they hadn’t slept together. "Thank you for telling me."

"I wouldn't let you walk into a situation where you're the only one who doesn’t know." She ran a hand over my forearm.

Aw, she was worried. Cute. I took her hand off my arm and kissed it, "You know I make out and pretend to have sex in movies, right?"

She cracked a smile, "I hear you kiss boys too."

I can guess where she heard that from. "I have. Only for work though."

Her laughter made me smile, "I don't care if it was not for work."

I closed my eyes and shook my head, "This conversation." I opened my eyes, "I don't care if you dated some guy out there. Unless it's the blonde with long hair." Emma curled in her lips. "Oh come on!"

She shrugged and went for a change of subject. "I also heard you were Pete and Scott's Hall Pass."

"I knew that."

Her look was a cross between surprised and horrified. "I can't believe Scott told you."

"I don't think he meant to."

There was a commotion on the court. The blondes team won.

Time to go! "Ready to go back to the table?"

"Yes, please."

I put my arm around her shoulder as we walked. "Can we talk about your ass in those shorts?"

"Do you like? I bought them with you in mind."

"I do like them." We were back at the table with everyone else. I leaned closer, "I'd like to peel them off you. With my teeth."

Seed one and five were playing on court one. We'd be on court two against the blonde’s team, a two seed. I was nervous. Emma was bouncing like she had at home. I took both her hands, holding them in front of me, "Jump around. I got you."

She jumped up and down a few times, "What's this supposed to do?"

I looked sheepish, "No idea. Distraction. "

She laughed, "Worth a try. Thanks for being supportive of my crazy."

I asked again, “Anything I can get for you?"

Emma nodded emphatically, "Yes. At the switch between sets, I've got thirty seconds. Could you bring me a diet coke and a Reese Cup? Frozen.”

I repeated her order and nodded once. She must feel like she'll need a mid-game boost.

Sam's bar bitch duty was to fill up the water bottles. Emma made a bathroom run and I folded her closes and put them in the bottom of the bag. I dug out her cooling scarf. It was one o’clock in June right out in the sun. I dunked her scarf in the ice water for the beer, rung it out, and hung it over my shoulder. I had the sunscreen out when she got back.

When she saw what I held she smiled, "Thanks, I forgot. Will you get my back?"

"Discount massage all for you."

Everything is not foreplay. Repeat. Everything is not foreplay.

Emma took off her tank top for me to access everywhere. I was very thorough.  I didn’t want her to burn. A bad sunburn can be brutal. After I finished with her, she insisted on covering me. I didn’t have the same degree of exposed skin, but she tried. Sun protection aside, it was more about the touching.

Everything is foreplay.

They were called to the courts and Emma came for her good luck kiss. There was no netting so there was a bit of tongue involved. That would see me through the next set or so.

This game had me sitting on the edge of my seat and pacing closer to the railing. Sam stayed with me with Scott seemed barely interested. Points went on forever and they traded off the lead every serve. They did the same thing with taking a time out when they reached ten points, but the results weren’t quite as dramatic. They pulled ahead a few points and were keeping the lead. When they reached twenty points, I walked backward to the bar to get Emma’s Diet Coke and a frozen Reese Cup. I jogged back to the railing just in time to see my girl reject a spike from the blonde, Becky set the ball, and Nick send it back to win the set.

I was back by Sam, “Fuck, that was dramatic.” She looked at me like she knew something I didn’t. I laughed, “I know they went out.”

Her face read relieved, “Oh good, I suck at secrets.”

Emma came off the court and directed me down to the end where there was an opening in the netting. I had the Reese Cup open and the paper peeled off before I got to her. She shoved the whole thing in her mouth and mumbled a thank you.

“That was a great play.” She nodded and took a very long drink of Diet Coke.

Emma pressed her lips to mine. “Give me the Reese and you keep the Diet Coke.”

“Got it.” I dumped the candy out and handed it to her.

Second set they went up by five early, skipped the time out, and won twenty-five to eighteen. Fuck, yeah! 

I went after beer and stopped by the board. This had them in the semi-finals with the one seed. They were already finished so the countdown was on. Emma came up behind me, laying her hand on my back, “We’re moving tables.”

“Court one, baby!” I kissed her cheek, “Semi-finals. I checked the board. This is cool. I’m taking pictures this game.”

It was more crowded on this side of the deck and I was thankful for her planning now. Nick and Jeff were moving the table up closer to the railing and it looked like Pete and Scott had stolen some more chairs. We were set up along the railing on either side of the net. Looked like a little horseshoe blockade. There were some extra people there too. Emma had said more people would show up for later games closer to dinner.  She introduced me to the new people, Nick taking care of the few she didn’t know. Emma passed on the beer, preferring to hydrate. Smart. I went for beer. I figured them playing the one seed was either going to be incredibly nerve-wracking or quickly depressing. I wasn’t sure which I dreading more. Either way, beer was the answer. Until shots were.

They called the teams to the court and Emma took a deep breath and jumped around a little. I was glad to see that. I was concerned because she hadn’t been as bouncy. “Ready to go, Tigger?”

She snorted a laugh, “If we win I’m going to need food. If we lose . . . I’m still gonna need food.”

All five of her teammates chimed in, “Me too.”

“You guys got this. You’ve been kicking ass. Just do what you do.” My attempt at a pep talk was appreciated by thanks and head nods.

Nick looked over and pointed, “Don’t forget the good luck kiss, man. Don’t break the streak.”

“I like him.” I gave her a quick kiss and sent her on her way.

The time between this game turned into more than thirty. The loser’s bracket was running behind and they wanted to even things out a little. If we won this team would go into the loser’s bracket and play someone so there would be more than an hour between the end of this and the next game.  The team stayed on the court and I listened to friends around me catching up.

Jacob, one of the newcomers, spoke up, “So Sebastian, on set, which of the Marvel guys was the biggest asshole?”

I had ready-made answers for this, but Sam put her hand on my arm and addressed him, “Yeah, we don’t do that. This isn’t a comic con.” She motioned to me with her hand, “This is our friend Seb, here for a volleyball game. If you have questions buy a ticket.”

Jacob held up his hands, “Fair enough.”

I shrugged, but inside I was cringing a little. Sometimes answering questions or taking pictures is the safer bet. I can control things a little better and ask people not to post anything for a little while. If you piss people off they do what they want without your permission.

I pointed my thumb at her, “Interviewing for my bodyguard.” Hopefully, that would break any tension.

Jacob laughed, “She doesn’t put up with anyone’s shit.”

The game started and I turned my back on everyone. Sam was beside me. “Renner.”

She looked at me confused, “What?”

“Renner’s the biggest asshole.”

We lost the first set. Badly. When Emma came over to switch sides she didn’t say a word. She popped up on the bench, gave me a kiss, and was off.  They started down by three in the second set. I leaned my elbows on the counter and looked back at Sam, “How’s she handle losing?”

Sam shook her head, “Haven’t lost yet. You’re a nervous little thing.”

“It’s new.”

“Sweet.” She looked out at the game then back to me. “She’s very competitive. Losing pisses her off, but she’s over it quick. Tequila helps.” She nodded toward the court, “But we haven’t lost yet.”

And we didn’t. One set all.

I wanted to vomit. I was tensing up with every play. Every time they scored, I was doing something. Yelling, “yes”. Making faces. Fist pumps. Banging on the counter. Anything to release the tension. There wasn’t anything dramatic, just solid play. Slowly we increased the lead. A point here, a point there. And they didn’t match it, didn’t catch up.

Twenty-five to nineteen. Sam and I both yelled, “Fuck, yeah!” at the same time.

[julesthequirky]

Falling For The Sheriff

Summary:  Your car breaks down just outside a small southern town, and the first person to your ‘rescue’ is no one other than the Sheriff of the town, Dean Winchester. 

Chapter One

Damn, all you could get on the radio was country. Country, country and more country. You slapped your hand on the dial, turning it off. You turned up your air con. Christ was it hot in this backwater hick town.

That was the moment your car decided to splutter and choke.

“Oh no. Please, not now. Not now.”

Your car died and you groaned. Trust you to be stuck in the middle of some outback tiny town.

“Shit.”

Your hands smacked your wheel and you swung the car door wide enough for it to break off from the hinges. You stepped out into the sweltering heat.

Christ. You felt your forehead bead with sweat. You checked your phone. Ugh it wasn’t even three. You went to lift the top of your car, but your fingers burned on the black metal. You cried out in pain, snatching your hands, curling them to your body.

You kicked your car.

“Stupid piece of shi-”

“Help you, ma’am?”

You jumped and whirled around in the middle of a paddy, now looking like a deer in headlights.

The man standing before you stood in front of a black ‘69 Chevy Impala. He wore a stark white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black pants. His outfit complete with bolo tie, tan cowboy boots and a Stetson.

He was a young good-looking man.

“My car just quit on me.”

“I’ll have Bobby take a look at it.”

His voice was deep with that distinctive southern drawl.

“Oh, uh, thanks.”

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

“My accent give it away?”

“All right, little miss, no need for the sarcasm. Or I’ll have you for sass talking the Sheriff.”

He was the Sheriff?!!!

SHIT!!

“Are you really the Sheriff?” You went around to the back of your car and popped the trunk. You pulled out your suitcase, the weight almost pulling you down with it.

You looked at the man and he had his badge out. Ah shit.

“That real enough for ya?”

You nodded.

“Come on, I’ll take you to the inn, Jodie loves new faces.”

You pulled your suitcase not five steps and the handle broke.

“You kidding me?! Stupid shit!”

You went to kick it, but the Sheriff got there before you, picking up the case.

“Woah, woah now. Don’t want any injuries before you get rested. Plus, I’m the one that’s gotta write it up.”

“I got a case of the bad luck.”

“Well, now that last case of bad luck bought you here, to Creedence Creek, Texas.”

He stepped forward and grabbed the handle attached to your case and picked it up, carrying it with ease to his car. He popped the trunk, then placed it inside.

“C’mon on, you don’t wanna die of thirst out here do ya?”

You shook your head.

“No, sir.”

He went around to the passenger side door and opened it for you.

“Is being chivalrous, necessary?” You asked getting in.

“No, but it’s how many of us are raised. It’s a way of life.”

Oh. Now you felt like an ass and felt you had insulted him. He closed the passenger side door and made his way to the driver’s side. He slid in and pulled his phone out, making a call.

“Bobby! Hey, how ya doin’?”

You couldn’t hear the other side.

“I’m good, n’aw Bobs, I can’t tonight, got a ton of work waitin’ me for me back at the office. Raincheck on them drinks, alright. Alright. Listen, I got a car, just a little way’s out of town. Black, small, city car y’know the kind. Massachusetts plate, number beginning 429, yeah, you’ll know when ya see it. Great. Awesome. Thanks, I owe you one, Bobby.”

He hung up and started the engine, then drove off.

“I didn’t get your name back there, Miss.”

“I didn’t get yours either.”

He gave a small laugh.

“Alright, formally I’m known as Sheriff Winchester, but everybody in town knows me as Dean.”

Sheriff Dean Winchester. It had a nice ring to it.

“What about you?”

“Y/N. Not Sheriff, from Boston.”

“Ah a city gal. The locals are gunna love you.”

You snorted. That was an understatement, if you ever knew one. In the backwater town that was Creedence Creek, they would have a whale of a time telling you that your wat wasn’t the way things go around here. And you knew it. Southerners didn’t really mix with northern city goers. Or city goers in general.

“Will my car be okay?”

“It’ll be fine, ain’t nobody gonna take it if that’s what you’re worried about.”

It had crossed your mind and you definitely didn’t feel safe leaving it behind.

“If it’ll make you feel any better, I’ll have Bobby give you a call, I’m sure your number is tied to the plate. May I ask what you were doin’ down here? I mean to say, we don’t get a lot of city goers, that is.”

You had been looking at the scenery on the way into town.

“I had to bail out my mom.”

You didn’t want to say any more than that. Telling him a tiny snippet of the truth was more than enough.

“So, you grew up in Texas?”

You nodded. It would be best not to divulge any more family trauma. Not right now. The quicker you got home, the quicker you could forget ever coming down here.

“Alright, not much of a talker, I see. Well, we’ll be arriving shortly.”

He didn’t say anything more, to which you were grateful.

He slowed as he turned a corner. It was like the town had appeared out of nowhere. A blink and you’d miss it, kind of thing. Shops lined the main parade, with roads and paths leading away. He turned another corner and another, then entered a lot and parked in front of the sign which read Sheriff. Up ahead was the police station.

“I won’t be long. I just gotta send Bobby the number.”

You nodded.

“You can get out and stretch your legs if you like.”

You opened the door, taking him up on his offer. Opening the door had been a mistake. It was hotter than hell.

“If you come in, I can get you some water.”

You nodded.

“Thanks.”

You followed him in.

His co-workers turned as he walked in, then noticed you. You hoped to God they wouldn’t ‘recognise’ you. It wasn’t like your rap sheet was a mile long, it contained mainly a few misdemeanours, to which you had paid your fines and done the community service that was asked, but the biggie was when you had been caught with a tiny baggie which turned out to be cocaine.

You had thought your own mother would have bailed you out. No. Instead she left you to suffer the consequences she should have had. It had almost cost you your career and the ability to move out of state, but through a stroke of luck they believed in second chances and took you on.

“What did we tell you about picking up pretty strays, boss?”

“Working whilst you’re working, Winchester?”

You gave the Sheriff an odd look. Was it normal for him to pick up potential dates whilst out on patrol?

“Can it. Get her a drink of water from the cooler. She’s dyin’ of thirst,” He turned to you and gestured for you to follow. “This way.”

He walked through the tiny precinct to a little office in the corner.

“It ain’t much but it’s mine.”

You sat, waiting for him to transfer the necessary information to Bobby.

“You like it here?”

He looked up from his computer at you.

“I’m very happy here.”

He turned his attention back to his screen and whistled. Crap.

“Oofta, jaywalking, possession of marijuana, drunk and disorderly, and possession of cocaine.”

“Jesus, look, I served my time and the misdemeanours are about to come off my record anyway.”

“That felony will be on there for some time, little lady.”

You rolled your eyes at him. You could thank your mom for that.

“Whatever just send him my number and plate info. The quicker my car is fixed, the quicker I can leave this shitpot town.”

You stood up and walked out, ignoring the officer who had water in a plastic cup for you.

“I hate small towns.”

You felt too close to home. Too close for your liking. Sure, Texas was big but adding a few more states in between was preferable.  

Now outside, you looked to the trunk of the Impala. Later, right now you needed space. He already had the wrong idea about you and didn’t need him sticking his oar in where it didn’t belong. You had no idea what this Jodie person looked like, nor where the inn was. With the sun beating on you hard, you made a temporary shade with your hand and walked back into the parade.

You only managed a couple minutes before the black Impala slowed beside you and a window rolled down.

“Get in the car, you’ll die of friggin’ heatstroke out here.”

You kept on walking.

“Sheriff’s orders. Don’t make me arrest you.”

“You’d love that wouldn’t you.”

He sighed and stopped the car. Stepping out he made his way to you. He no longer had his Stetson on, but his brown hair was teased into a simple style, a hair barely out of place. Without the hat, the sun did a number on his green eyes and making them shine just as bright as emeralds.

“I won’t ask, and we can both forget this whole encounter when you leave. I’ll take you to Jodie’s, she’s expectin’ you. Also, rude, what you said abou’ my town. Don’t do that again, ‘kay?”

“Fine.”

He opened the door for you, and you got in. Once inside, he handed you the clear plastic container with water in.

“Heatstroke is no joke. It gets hot out here and if you don’t watch yourself you can get seriously dehydrated.”

You snorted, a Sheriff dedicated to his people and those just passing through, it was unreal.

“I look after my people, even fancy city folk who aren’t my people.”

You took the cup and drank. The liquid was cool and easily slid down your dry throat, though you suspected it had warmed up slightly. Secretly you were grateful, as you had felt he beginnings of a headache coming on. Hopefully at the inn, you could get settled and take a painkiller or two to stave it off altogether.

“There’s a town BBQ tonight, everyone is welcome. You should join, say hi to a few folks. They love new faces.”

The idea of free food was appealing.

“Plenty of food and plenty of beer.”

“You gonna order me to go?”

“No, no. That would be an abuse of power.”

“Right.”

“Well it’ll be at Oakwood’s Park, if you’re interested, at 5:30 ‘til late.”

You nodded and then placed the plastic cup in the holder, wondering how long the drive was to the inn. It was getting real awkward.

The car turned a corner and you met with a beautiful and large cabin. The awning read Jodie’s. Thank God. He turned into a parking spot and cut the engine. You got out, as did he and went to the trunk. He gestured at you to go to the front door, as he pulled your case out.

“Sheriff? What can I do for you?”

You gave an awkward smile.

“Oooh a new face, come on, lets get you in and get you an iced tea.”

Oh dear. You grimaced. Iced tea was not for you.

“Water’s fine.”

“Well come on in, I’m Jodie, owner of Jodie’s and I see you met our lovely Sheriff,” She leaned in as you walked. “Don’t you think the Sheriff is one fine man? Plus, I think he’s got a eye on you.”

Probably because you were still a felon in his eyes, but you didn’t say that out loud. Didn’t need the whole town knowing everything about you.

“Uhuh.”

Small towns were not your thing.

Sheriff Winchester placed your case down beside you before hugging Jodie.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it, it was nice seeing you Jodes, but I gotta shoot, get back to the office.”

“Aw, youre not gonna stay for an iced tea? Never mind, we can have a good catchup at the BBQ tonight.”

“Can’t, sorry Jodes, you know how it is, got paperwork pilin’ high. It’s gonna be a late one for me, ‘m afraid.”

“Well, we’ll save you a burger or two.”

“Appreciate it, thanks.”

He turned to you and said bye, then left.

Jodie took you under her wing and set you up with a room for the night. You thanked her and lugged your suitcase to your allocated room. After unlocking and setting your case to the side you had a quick rummage through your purse to see if you had any painkillers. Downing two you then laid on the bed and let the heat from the sun lull you into sleep.

@dean-winchesters-bacon @missjenniferb

[sticks-and-stone]

Potts Preserve

September 21, 2019 - September 22, 2019

This was my first time camping since February when I went with my roommate and the dog we had at the time. Before that it was just camping with my father as a kid or drunk with my friends in high school (trips I almost don’t remember at all). So this trip was a pretty big deal with very few expectations or preparedness. I wanted to find a hobby that would not cost much, but would require significant planning and time out of my life before, during, and after. So camping seemed like a good fit. I decided to start planning monthly trips. So this was the first one!

When I first decided to go on this trip, I had next to no supplies. I wanted to go with whatever I had or could improvise as a way to get started on a list of things I wanted to add to my kit. What better way to figure out what I needed than to realize it in the moment! 

This trip was only going to be a quick overnight so that in the event that we realized we had too little, we wouldn’t be stuck out there for days. I found a site that was owned by the Southwest Florida Water Management District and was free to use with a reservation. So I booked the site and called up an old friend, Jenna. Jenna and I did a lot of drunk camping together in high school and she had a foundation of camping with her own father as a child, so I knew she would be right for the job. She and I had also gone a long period of time without hanging out, so it was a good opportunity for us to catch up! 

When we began planning this trip, I had a tent, and some other small stuff, but not a whole lot of anything else. We borrowed a cooler from my roommate, a chair from my parents, and just bought beer on our way out to the campsite.

I wanted to get a good night’s sleep before getting up midmorning on Saturday to meet Jenna and go, but I ended up staying up late. Like a child before her first trip to Disney World, I was restless, excited, and hyperactive. When I woke up (too early) the next day, all that excitement was squashed when I realized I had started my period. I was worried this would happen, but I was hoping my Day One would be on Sunday, but alas, I was going to have to go camping on my period. And not just any camping trip, a camping trip that I wasn’t totally sure I was prepared for. As it turned out, the portable toilets were close and clean enough for me. YAY!

Jenna showed up exactly on time - I really have to give her props for that. She helped me load up the car and then we took off! We stopped at my parents' house (they were out of town) for a little firewood and one of their camping chairs (Jenna did not have one) and also at a gas station for beer and snacks. Then we were on the road for real; it was about midday.

The drive down was quicker and easier than we expected. After not seeing each other  for a few years, we had PLENTY to talk about and catch up on. She told me about all of her drama, I told her about all of mine. It was lovely. We arrived at the campground without getting lost or even a little turned around at all. There were about 4 other groups there already set up and as it was late afternoon on a Saturday, everyone seemed to be pretty settled in. 

We found our spot. Unlike the other spots that people had set up around us, we did not have a fire pit, a picnic table, or a grill. Everyone else seemed to have all three. We didn’t mind and we found a nice flat place to lay our tent out. We found out later that what we chose was not a spot at all and that we were not even supposed to be back there. 

We got the tent set up and I began to work on the air pump that I had borrowed from my roommate. I needed to strip the wire so that I could split it and plug it into the car battery that dad gave me to run the fan. We had no other form of electricity and no other way to pump the air mattresses up. I broke it. I ended up strippping the wires too much and the whole contraption became non-functional. We were only there for one night, though, and what’s sleeping on the ground other than the authenticity of a camping trip? 

From the time of arrival until just before dusk (about 3 hours) we thought it would be nice to open up the tent to allow the breeze and light to enter it. Well, neither did and what did enter our tent was about 10,000 love bugs. So I went in there with our one bottle of bug spray and closed myself in. I held my breath and sprayed the shit out of the aerosol canister until I was sure everyone was dead and I could not hold my breath any longer. 

To give the homemade bug bomb a chance to work, we decided to explore the area and go on a hike. We made it about a mile away from camp and it started raining. The trail seemed to come to a dead end so we just turned around and went back. I have a terrible sense of direction and would have honestly gotten completely lost if it hadn’t been for Jenna to guide us. 

We got back to camp after our hike and I checked on our tent - no more living love bugs, but piles of dead ones on the ground. It was gross. I got Jenna and the broom and we got rid of as many of the dead bodies as we could. We would shake the rest out the next day when we packed up to leave. 

We sat around the fire and played the guitar for a bit when suddenly I realized that we were going to get bored. We had been drinking beer since we arrived and we'd been going through it pretty fast. I never really thought about how to pass the time.  

I went walking around looking for firewood. I had nothing to chop it with or nothing to cut the large limbs, but I could use leverage and my body weight for most of the work I needed to do. 

The entire time we were there, I made sure to keep a list of all the things I thought about having that we didn’t have. The first being string, the next, an air pump that plugged into the car. Then a sponge. I started to realize that we had enough to survive in the woods, but we did not have enough to THRIVE. This trip was rough supplies-wise, but we made do. Thankfully we brought enough beer to ward off TOO much boredom.

As the sun went down and the alcohol made its way further into our bloodstreams, we decided we were hungry and wanted to eat the food I had brought for us. What I had brought was really simple. It was two pre-made PB&J sandwiches, pre-made mac and cheese, and PB&J crackers. 

Dinner was a disaster. The sandwiches I made got soggy from the ice melting and the container failing to do its job in the cooler. The mac and cheese was attempted cold, but then it was decided that we would put it in the pot in the fire and see if we could heat it up. That actually worked out pretty well - but was all we had. Luckily, Jenna came armed with hummus and crackers and had bought some beef jerky at the gas station. 

We went to sleep soon after dinner and made sure we got nice and drunk first because we had forgotten that we were sleeping on the ground that night. After all the alcohol, I was ready to crash. My body temp was high though so I put on the fan and slept on top of my blankets. 

About halfway through the night I was woken up by the feeling of my bones turning to ice and cracking. I was violently shivering in my bed and wasn’t sure my toes were still attached to my body. I had to pee too. So I stood up clumsily in our little tent and put on my shoes. I looked over and Jenna was fast asleep but now wearing more clothes than she went to bed in - I guess she woke up the same way I did.  

I walked to the bathroom and peed. I took comfort in the smelly plastic bin as it seemed to have held on to the day’s heat and trapped it inside. I was suddenly disgusted with myself for enjoying a port a potty, so I walked back to the tent. 

When I got inside I turned off the fan. I looked through my suitcase - nothing but more short sleeved shirts and shorts. I took my shoes off but left my socks on and covered them with a second pair. I took the folded king-sized sheet off of my deflated twin size mattress and used that as extra cover in addition to the small throw blanket I had.  I was able to make it a few more hours like that until the urge to pee woke me up again. 

This time, it seemed warmer outside the tent so I took my double pair of socks off and slipped on flip flops. Jenna was still asleep so I stumbled out of the tent toward the bathroom. I handled my business and came back to the tent - this time, no lingering in the port-a-potty for warmth. 

As I approached the site, I saw Jenna moving around outside the tent with her flashlight. I assumed she was doing the same thing I was - taking a midnight pee - but as I got closer I could see that she was in fact setting up the fire. As I got close enough I asked if she was trying to warm up so she could sleep, and she looked at me confused and said “No, this is today’s fire, it’s 6:30”. I was shocked and confused, but proud that we had made it to morning.

We had no breakfast. So we drank more beer. We were out of water, so I decided it was time to leave. We packed up quickly and cleaned the tent and tarps and then we were on our way out. 

As we tried to exit the gate, our code wouldn’t work and we had to wait for a forest cop to show up and let us out. We probably waited an hour or so, but when he finally did arrive, he was super nice and as it turns out, from Jacksonville! We chatted with him for a while until a car pulled up behind us. We were finally on our way home! 

The ride home was a bit different than the ride there. We double and triple checked my list and talked about all of the things we HAD to get for next time, which things I already had at home, and which things needed to be purchased. Overall the trip was fine, we decided, but we could do WAY better. 

Observations: 

SO MANY LOVE BUGS - they literally covered everything 

We needed to pack the car more strategically - we had to pull everything out to get to the tent and table that we needed to set up first 

We needed rope/string

More stakes for the tarp and the tent would not be a bad idea 

A table or some platform to unpack on would be handy 

Our air pump broke - we needed one that plugged into the car. 

It's super important to keep the tent closed completely. 

We needed a shovel to dig out the fire pit 

We needed more lights around the site - the fire was not enough 

Citronella candles would not be a bad idea either 

Should have brought extra bug spray

We didn’t have much to do beyond sitting and drinking beer. We vowed to bring at least some books and crafts for next time. I want to learn to whittle. 

I needed to stay more organized with the supplies as we unpacked. Things got messy.

Get Outside, 

Stone.

[joshslater]

Grimsby pt. 2

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"Canny mint spot, innit. Just by our door."

Declan expertly squeezed the Corsa into an empty spot next to the pavement on one of the narrow streets lined with like a million identical buildings of dirt-yellow brick townhouses. The building next to us looked run down, with a heap of rubbish lining the stairs to the front door. But that was the same for pretty much every house on this street. As we walked to the door I could see some grafitti wannabe artist had tagged the door with a thuggish looking "BROWN" in felt pen. Declan unlocked and motioned me to get in.

Having seen the outside, the inside didn't pose any surprises. Run down and filled with rubbish. It wasn't just dumped there though, but it looked like someone had lived there for quite a while. Empty beer cans, pizza boxes and dirty laundry all around the place.

"How long have you been staying here?" "Came yesterday. Drove when Butcher told me to." "But whose is all this?" "Chayse Brown. Ghosted a week ago. Now you're him."

I felt a chill up my spine. I wonder if the real Chayse was still alive or if he had just ran away from whatever Butcher Jones threatened him with. In any event it looked like I was set up with a spacious home and all the fag stubs a man could need. There were ash trays everywhere. Well, fewer insects I guess, which balanced the enormous amount of empty take away boxes that also littered the place.

”This is a lot... Do you think any of the clothes fit?” "You're already wearing it, mate."

Declan gave me a quick tour. There were two bedrooms upstairs, one with a real bed and clothes everywhere. It looked like a lost and found bin at a gym. A small bathroom with a shower, and a second bedroom with a rickety spare bed and an attempt at a home gym. Downstairs were a large living room with a big sofa, a decent TV and, to my joy, an Xbox. Next to the living room, under a ton of rubbish, I presumed you would find a kitchen if you dug deep enough. The path to the fridge was open at least, and Declan fetched me a can of Stella.

"You fancy a curry, lad?"

Did I ever? I hadn't eaten or drunk anything the entire day, which probably was why I was drunk already at my second Stella when the food arrived half an hour later. We spent the rest of the evening in front of the TV watching footie, drinking Stella and Dec showing me how to smoke properly. I barely registered Declan telling me we needed to be somewhere before 10 the next day, and I have no idea when we did decide to go to bed.

I did see that the time was 7:22 in the fucking morning when he woke me up. At least when I had regained enough focus to find the mobile. Apparently I had managed to plug the USB charger by the bed into the phone, and luckily it was the right kind of charger. My mouth tasted of death, my head hurt and my ears hurt. I surprised myself finding a stud in the fresh ear piercing, and manage to make it really hurt by accidentally tugging it. That brought the past day back. Fuck. Not even 24 hours ago I was sleeping in my own bed. Now I was wearing someone else's clothes, sleeping on top of someone else's messy bed. It hadn't even crossed my mind yesterday that I probably should wash things up, but then I hadn't been sober enough to consider undressing either. Looking out over the mess of a room I absentmindedly stroked my buzz and felt the morning wood stir a bit. Fuck no! Don't go there!

"Have a wash. Hafta go soon."

I did as Declan told and had a shower, hoping that would make things better. At least water would make the hangover some good. The only option was a big bottle of 3-in-1 adidas shower whatever, generically labeled "after sport". Since I already had his house, name, clothes and smelled like the guy, I decided to use his toothbrush as well.

"Y'alreet?" "Let's go." “Hey, Dec. You said you came the day before yesterday, but I only agreed to come yesterday." “Fate, innit”

How long had Butcher Jones been planning this? Or perhaps Chayse Brown was a role people rotated into three month each. Take guys of the same size, shave them, chav them and put them in a social grade E area and no one would look close enough to care. Makes you wonder what is going on here that he need this kind of operation for.

“You been here before?” “Grimsby? Fuck no.”

And go we did. Apparently Declan wanted to save on petrol money and decided we should walk to the dock. Everything looked pretty much the same, street after street, just different rubbish. All around us everything was quite green and colorful, so it wasn’t ugly depressing in a communist state sense of the word, but everything was worn and clearly not everyone was interested in upkeep. While we had a walking breakfast of Richmond Blue king size cigarettes and a shared Stella, Declan explained that Butcher Jones had me set up with someone at the fish market. He didn’t know more than that. It took us almost two hours to get there, and Dec had me ask for direction twice. By the time we got there my hangover was almost gone.

The fish market was busy with shoppers browsing, talking to merchants and sitting down for a bite. Everything looked newly renovated, with a modern look, slates, stainless steel, LED lighting everywhere. It all looked quite fancy. Declan stopped the first person he could find that looked like he worked there.

“Oi, you Jamie?” “No. Jamie who?” “Jamie Naylor” “Eehh... He’s probably in packaging. Go through that door over there.”

As we passed through the door he had pointed it was almost like going from the audience seats back stage. Harsh light and wet concrete. Not that many people.

“Oi, you Jamie?” “Aye. What can I do for you, lads?” “My mate Chayse Brown, Butch...” Jamie cut him off. “Good day Chayse. Mr. Jones put in a word for you. We lack some hands after the first rush, so he suggested someone could come pick up some slack. Is that you?” “Yeah”, I answered. “Need someone to move boxes, ice and stuff between 7 and 2. £60 cash after each shift, none the wiser. Sounds good to you?” “Aye.” “You can come in tomorrow?” “He will”, Declan answered for me.

We shook on it and left.

“Hey, I’m starving. Can we have chippie?” “You’ll hate them soon enuf. Let’s have burger”

We found a Burger King some 15 minutes away, and Declan bought two whoppers, no menu, using some 2-for-1 coupon. As I sipped the cold water from the paper cup and looked out at the fish market in the distance I was feeling tired again. Starting 7, I thought, and probably 1 and a half hour walk, I would have to rise at 5. I wondered if lifting boxes with iced fish would get you cold or sweaty. Perhaps a bit of both. Good thing there is a lot of shitty athletic wear laying around at home I can use.

I almost didn’t realize it. “Home”. How quickly you accept things. Declan was back with the whoppers.

“There’s your scran. Plenty of time for next appointment.” “There are more?” “Need to ink you to fit propa. I figure you haven’t any?” “Never.” “What you want? Nike or adidas?” “I... don’t understand.” “Swoosh thing or weed logo?” “Both are kind of tacky.” “I’ll pick then.”

We spent probably two hours just talking at the Burger King table. I wasn't wearing my watch anymore, so I didn't track it as well as I would otherwise. Other than some indifferent girl offering to clear our table, no one seemed to give a shit that we sat there. Dec spent a lot of time trying to get me to retell as much as possible of last evenings matches. It was hard. For one thing I was drunk, but more importantly I didn't really care. Also I had this low level of unease about the whole tattoo thing.

I was going back and forth between feeling violated for having this sprung on me, to be permanently marked with some shitty tat. On the other hand who doesn't have a tattoo? And a lot of them aren't that great anyway. This is after all part of getting me into some sort of disguise as quickly as possible. I didn't make the barbers appointment either. Perhaps the lacks of giving a shit was contagious from the burger staff, but once we walked into the tattoo studio I was pretty indifferent to it.

"Hafta wax it." "What? Why?" "If it’s shaved, people can tell. Can't look fresh."

That's how I had molten wax poured on me for the first time ever. People do this during sex? I guess that part was nothing compared to the pain when hair was ripped out of their follicles. And of course it wasn't enough to just get the area for the tattoo smooth. Tom, the heavily tattooed and pierced guy that appeared to be constantly flirting with both me and Declan, made my entire front almost completely smooth, leaving just some wisps of hair around the nipples and part of the treasure trail, before moving on to the tattooing part.

Declan selected some ink that would look a bit faded right away and asked Tom to make the edges a bit soft. I watched as he slowly filled in the outline of an old school adidas logo, making it look like I wore a permanent track top. You could laser it away I suppose, but I knew that wouldn't happen. It takes like a year, hurts like hell, and I'm completely broke. I don't even own the underwear I’m sitting in.

Once Tom was done with the inking and asked me to check myself in the mirror, I got a shock. It wasn't the tattoo. I'd been looking at it all while it was injected into my skin. No, it was the rest of me. For a brief moment I didn't recognize anything in the mirror except for the tattoo. It had somehow slipped my mind that I looked nothing like I did 30 hours ago.

Declan nodded approvingly, and handed over a new nicotine patch. “Looking mint”

[myinconnelly1]

The Life I Want Pt. 3

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A/N:  This is a very Angsty chapter.  and there are trigger warnings.  I have put them in the tags as they are spoilers.  Please look if you are triggered.

“You have got to stop dodging her calls, man,”  Dean said as he poured over books that they had looked through three different times.  It had been weeks since the curse was put on Sam and Myin, and Sam had been avoiding all contact since then.  He couldn’t stand to think about her, about what he had done.  How was he supposed to talk to her?  He didn’t even know if she knew what had happened.

“Yea, like I’m gonna start taking relationship advice from you now.”  Sam quipped at his brother.  It was the only way that Sam was able to keep Dean off his back.  But the way that Dean kept glancing at him, was a sure sign that Sam was failing at hiding what had happened.  After all, Dean had come in on them while they were both naked, the evidence of the time spent all over Myin.

“Whatever, man.  I gotta go find some new books.  These aren’t doing anything.”  Dean stood and grabbed his jacket and keys before heading to the motel door.  “You need anything?”

“Nah,”  Sam responded, not looking up.  “Other than a pair as big as yours,”  Sam muttered after Dean had left.  Dean was right, and Sam knew it.  He needed to talk to Myin.  Not only had he been worried about her, but what if she was scared or hurt by the way he was acting.  It wasn’t like it was her fault.

As if on cue, his phone rang again, and Myin’s name flashed on the screen.   He clicked it off. “How ya doing, kiddo?”  Dean asked as Myin let him into her house.

“Alright, I guess.”  She answered as she walked into the kitchen.  “Want something to drink? I’ve got soda and beer.”

“Yeah, sure.”  Dean accepted the drink and sat on her slightly overstuffed couch.

“How’s Sam?”  Myin asked quietly as she handed him the drink.

“He’s beating himself up pretty hard,”  Dean answered quietly, as he watched her face for any give-away of what had happened that day.

“He’s not returning my calls.  I just…”  Myin sighed heavily.

“Myin, let’s stop beating around the bush here,”  Dean said.  He put his drink down and handed her the box that he had bought at the pharmacy for her.  “Go find out if there is even a reason to stress.”  He shrugged.

“Yeah,”  Myin whispered as she shrugged her shoulders.  She took the box down the hall and closed a door for a minute.

“Will you sit with me?”  She asked sitting on the floor at the end of the hallway outside of the bathroom.  “I’ve always hated waiting by myself.”

Dean came over and sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.  Tears were staining her cheeks and she rubbed her nose with the back of her hand.

“It’s gonna be okay, you know?  Sammy, he…”  Dean seemed to contemplate finishing his sentence.  “He really loves you.  Like hard-core old fashion love.”

“How do you know it’s going to be okay?”  Myin sniffled.  “I’m not even sure I know what happened!  I’ve sent my children to go live with family out in the middle of nowhere.  I had to sneak out of town just to get to Dani’s birthday!  I’m a horrible mother.  I let a coven of witches kill my husband!  They killed everyone I loved other than my children, and the only reason they didn’t do that was cause they couldn’t!”

Dean pulled his arm away from Myin as she stood and started to pace in the little hallway.  He stood up watching her warily from a defensible location.

“It’s not your fault.”  He said softly.

“Are you sure about that?  Cause it pretty much feels like it’s my fault.”  The timer on her phone beeped and she stalked into the bathroom, Dean followed when she left the door open.  “It’s positive.”  She tipped her head back as fresh tears streamed down her face.

“You’re sure?”  Dean asked putting a hand on her shoulder to look at the little white stick.  It had two little pink lines.

“Yeah, I’m sure.  I’ve done this before.”  She chucked the positive test strip against the sink counter, before leaning over it to sob.  Dean turned to lean against the vanity next to her and pulled her over to hug her supportively.

“Dude, you need to go to Myin,”  Dean said as he walked back into the motel a few hours later.

“What?”  Sam asked his head snapping up the book that he was looking at.  I’m pretty sure that I’m getting close on this.  I’ve set up a program that…”  Sam started but Dean cut him off.

“You need to go see her.  She needs you, man.”  Dean crossed his arms without sitting down.

“No, she doesn’t need me.  Nothing good has happened to her since we got to town.”  Sam said.

“That’s not true or because of you.”  Dean looked incredulous.  “She wasn’t in such a good place before we got here.  And we managed to make sure that her little girls still have a mother.  Get over yourself, and go talk to her.  It’s important.”

“You talked to her, didn’t you?”  Sam asked.  “Unbelievable.”

“Well she needed help, and you weren’t answering your phone,”  Dean said pointedly.  Sam’s expression softened to a pout.

“Fine.  Did she say what it was about?  So I’m prepared.”  Sam asked he grabbed together his bag.

“Yeah, she has some questions about what happened to you guys the last time she saw you,”  Dean said, terror etched Sam’s face, but he nodded and headed to her house.

“Hey.”  Sam smiled sadly when he saw Myin.

“I was beginning to think you didn’t want to see me,”  Myin said as she let him in.

“Of course I wanted to see you.  I just…”  Sam broke off, unable to tell her how sorry he was for what happened.

“It’s alright, I think I remember,”  Myin said as Sam dropped to her couch.  “You leave a pretty good impression.”  She grinned, and Sam was taken aback.  She knew but wasn’t mad at him.  “Let me tell you something, Sam.  What you got packing there, it should come with a go slowly warning.”

“Wait, you’re not mad at me?  But I took advantage of you.”  Sam said looking at her.

“It wasn’t your fault if I remember correctly.  And according to Dean, you were pretty upset.”  Her expression softened to one of nurturing.

“There’s something else.  There’s always something else.”  Sam said turning to look away from her.

“You’re right.”  She took a deep centering breath.  “I’m pregnant.”

“What?”  Sam choked when she spoke.

“Are you alright?”  Myin asked Sam as she sat beside him on the couch.

“Yeah.”  Sam sighed.  Myin let her fingers play with the edge of his hair.

“What do you want to tell Dean about what happened.”  Myin chewed on her lower lip as she studied Sam’s expression.  He was so stoic sometimes and she found him hard to read when he was trying to communicate telepathically.  His eyes slid closed in exhaustion and thought.

“We will have to tell him the truth.”  He turned to face her taking her hand in his as she leaned into the knuckles that he brushed across her cheek.  “But I want to have this moment with you before we say anything.”

Myin let her eye flutter shut Sam pressed his lips against her timidly.  Sam pulled away as he felt her smile spread across her face.

“What?”  He asked embarrassed as she smirked at him like he was an idiot.

“Sam you don’t have to be afraid to kiss me.”  Myin chuckled.

“I just, I was worried about how you felt since the whole fuck or die session last month.”  Sam’s head hung slightly as he smiled.

“Look at me,”  Myin said commandingly.  He did. “I’m not upset about what happened.  I love you.  I’ve loved you for a while now.  And if I’m honest with myself, I wanted to have sex with you.”  Myin continued to hold his hand.

“Yeah, but you didn’t want to get knocked up,”  Sam muttered interrupting her.  She gritted her teeth and pursed her lips.

“I’m not some teenager, Sam.”  She used her other hand to guide his face to look right at her.  “I already have two children, this doesn’t scare me,”  Myin said forcefully.

“Well, it scares me!”  Sam shouted and let out a shaky breath.  Myin’s eyes went wide.  Sam rarely shouted and it was only when he was scared of something out of his control.  Myin bit her lip then stood at the edge of the bed in front of him.

“What are you doing?”  He asked uneasily.  Myin pulled her shirt off, standing in her denim shorts and bra, and grabbed Sam’s hand bringing it to her belly.

“I love you, Sam.  And I’m going to have your baby.”  She smiled prettily.

Sam pulled her face to his, it was easy with their difference in height, and he kissed her.  They went and laid in Myin large bed, and Sam held her close, content to be in her company.

Dean had a bag of fast-food in his hand as he approached the door to Myin’s house.  Sam had been busy in the county records office checking up on a lead and had wanted to make sure that Myin was still doing okay.  She hadn’t responded to his messages yet that morning.  Dean was just happy that they had found a good place since their little curse fiasco.

“Myin?”  Dean asked as he let himself into her house.  He had stood there and waiting for her to answer but as the first couple of minutes passed with no response, Dean became anxious.  He put the food down on the little stand she had by the door.  

“Myin are you alright?”  He pulled his gun, she was not usually this quiet, and he felt uneasy as he smelt a familiar coppery scent.

“Myin?  Shit!”  He gasped as he pushed the door open into her room.  She was pale as she laid on her bed, blood soaking her yellow sheets.  He holstered his pistol and rushed over to grab her.  Her cheeks were rosy and she had a mild fever, but she was alive.  She groaned as he pulled her off the bed and into his arms, rushing her to the Impala.

“Sam, drop what your doing, meet me at the hospital on hibiscus.  Myin’s alive, but she’s gonna need you.

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[itsalreadybroken]

Times Passes By

Chris Evans x Reader

This was a request Chris Evans x [Daughter] reader (And I didn't quite get the request, so this was what I thought)

Summary: You both always had a thing for each other, you had known each other your whole lifes but pursuing different life choices, you find yourself at your home town being the manager of the supermarket and Chris... Well he's famous and all that. One night stand changed all your life and Chris oonly ound out about it a bit to late... Or not!

A/N: So I really like this one-shot and it was what I could figure out from the request! Hope you guys enjoy it! I wrote this in 6 hours because I couldn’t just stop! If it helps I wrote a part of this fic whilie listening to “Next to Me” from Imagine Dragons... Oh my feels!!

Word Cont: 7515

PAST

You met Chris when you were three years old and he was five. Some boys were just mocking you for your dress and he was like your knight in shinning armor. Except he had blood on his elbow and  dirt all over his shirt.

- Thank you ! - you hugged him and kissed his cheek. In that moment he no longer felt like a boy, he felt like superman, or spiderman, anything that had "super" or "man" written in it.

- Name's Chris – he smiled, a cute boy's smile that make a little girl blush and think about their parents hugging each other (of course at the age of three, you had to get in the middle of it).

- Y/N – you laghed and ran away, when your friends with pig tails called you.

At the age of 6, Chris was 8 and thought with his friends, girls weren't that cute and they had   a bunch of lice and girls liked to hug and kiss! Who, in their perfect mind would like something like that? Chris only allowed his mother and his grandmother to kiss him, and even though he always hoped they didn't.

You here starting to write your full name and being able to read all the days of the week... Well... Most of them, at least. You were wearing a pink jacket and some white pants. You always had the Barbie feeling and your mom also liked to dress you as if you were a princess. At recess you and your friends were talking about some new Barbie movie and a football just hit one of your friends on her shoulder and she let out a little scream which made you all scream.

- Girls! - Jamie from 4th grade mocked you all while looking at Chris, who was trying no to laugh – All they do is play Barbies and think about kissing boys and their silly sing-a-longs.

- Jamie, I'm  telling mom you're being mean again! - Abigail warned him while looking at her green and pink nails, lacking more polish than anything.

- Y/N, right? - Chris was unsure while all those girlfaces looked him up and he knew that girls only intention was to take the boys away fro their mommies, and he didn't want that. Who would tuck him in bed at night? Dad? That was ridiculous, dads don't tuck in.

- Yeah it's me – you answered and were fixing your unicorny headband.

Some days had passed and near Christmas your parents said a new couple was going to move right next to you and they were excited because they had a boy about the same age as you and a girl a year younger, and they would have a couple to trade expercience with. Young parents always needed to be asured they were doing something right.

The day had came and your mom had even baked... okay she had even bought a pie to welcome the new neighbors. Your dad had made the invite, they should join you for coffee and the pie. The doorbell rang and your mom had put you on one of you finest dresses.

- Hello, come in, come in! I'm Tabitha and this is my husband Freddie, you've met him – she softly laughed, and your mom had one of the most beautiful laughs you had ever heard... Counting you were six.. It was a lot by now. - And this is our precious Y/N!

You smiled nervously and when you looked, there he was, Chris knight in shinning armor when you were three was right there.  He waved as in acknowledge of you and his sister Maggie was right behind him. Except now he was one the boys you were always talking and one of the boys you think it had a severe team of living creatures on his hair, soooooooo as far away as possible.

You and Maggie quickly became friends and were always playing at each others' houses and sleepovers and you spent as much time you could together. In this time Chris was playing with his friends outside or on that stupid playstation all boys seemed to have those days. Maggie and you were inseparable which made yu spend a lot of time around him. About his age of thirteen you were just some silly girls you wanted nothing but to play with dolls and he was "almost a man" , which meant he spent a lot of his time in his room. When you were thirteen, he was one of the most cute guys from school, he was one of the guys your friends wrote theirs last name's after. Your friends envied the way you could be around him that much, even when you didn't spend any time together. Your time was spent with Maggie mostly.

He was in the football team and they had won, so he came home with after trying to be an older guy and drank one beer. He ws drunk, or maybe he was just feeling funny. He came home and his sister was having a shower while her best friend, you, were watching some TV.

- Hey Y/N – he laughed with no apparent reason and sat on the sofa next to you.

- Hey Chris, so I guess you won? - you quirked a brow while looking at him. He nerver behaved like this, so what was wrong? He never made small talk, except at dinner and he never was this giggly.

- We won. Do you know you are very pretty? - he looked serious, but in a matter of seconds he had burst out in laughter. You must have blushed because he grabbed your hand and smiled – No no, sorry! I'm not joking, you are. We just don't talk much.

In fact you didn't but, if this was what you were going to talk about, you'd rather stay quiet, because you felt your cheeks burning and he was just so damn cute smiling and all. His face were coming near and near and near until he had kissed you.

Your first kiss! You kept looking at him and his eyes were closed and his lips were on yours and it was a strange feeling.

- What was that? - you asked and he looked at you smiling.

- A kiss silly, and by the looks of it, I guess your first – After 10 years he got the feel of being a hero again. Not a hero because he would tell everyone, but a here because he had been the only guy to kiss you. You and you pink clothes and princess's ways.

- What's going on?! -  a voice came from behind you and you jumped on the couch while he laughed. He quickly got up, but Maggie was still looking at you too – You were kissing?! I mean, K I S S I N G?

- Yes Maggie, now let me shower because I'm really tired and I'm in need of some full time and much needed sleep.

The next day and some few next weeks were the worst. Maggie had spilled the beans about your kiss and Abigail, who thought would have him was just furious. So... Basically, all your friends were not your friends anymore because you had broken a pact. Maggie was in a different school, so it had all sucked a bit and you felt like crying when he came over to you.

- What's wrong? - Chris asked, concern all over his now deeper voice and his friends were waiting for him.

- Can't be seen talking to you, Abigail would kill me – you said in a cold voice and you bit your bottom lip.

- Seems she already have because you look like crying. - That was it, tears ran all over you face and you tried to hide it when he ran an arm all over your shoulders – Hey don't cry!! - he was whispering trying to avoid others eyes on you and he kissed the top of your head – So we kissed, she's just jealous because she's not that pretty and I didn't kissed her – he laughed.

- But she had a crush on you, you don't get it. And Maggie said you had a beer, so that's why you kissed me, and I didn't understand any of it.

 Oh my, that's why girls had so much dating problems, you thought about everything to the tiniest detail and it wasn't that complicated.

- Well... Maybe it was the beer that gave me the courage to kiss you, but I wanted to do it. It was a cute kiss, it was nice – his friends were looking at him and now he was feeling a lot embarassed – Y/N, I've known you since you were three and I saved you from some boys who were mocking you. John was one of them and he's right there looking at us right now – in that moment he felt anything but embarassement and cleaned the tears in your face with his tumb – And if you don't stop thinking about Abigail, I might kiss you right here just to shut up everyone.

You felt your cheeks go ppink again, and looking at his blue eyes, you could also see and feel his smile.

- Now come, you don't have to be here all of your lunch time alone. You'll hang out with us for a while.

But the while became a day, and a day became a week and a week became a month and, you still couldn't tell how it had happened, when you were fourteen he asked you to be his homecoming date, not his sister like usual and in the middle of your blue dress, his suit and a tie that matched our dress he kissed you, everyone looking and he asked you to be his girlfriend. Sure the kisses were now a regular and a hand going here and there from time to time.

- So you wanna date me? - you needed to be sure of tht and a nervous chuckle left your lips.

- Why not? - he asked caressing your cheek– All I really wanna do is kiss you all the time, so this might even be a bonus to it.

- Well, then you'd be my boyfriend -he looked at you and nodded.

- Yes I would, and your no so friend anymore Abigail would be really jealous – he kissed your forehead and smiled.

Dating a teen Chris was just so easy, nothing ever was hard, and you hardly fight, since he only went out with the boys to play footbal or videogames and you were always around Maggie who felt so sad about your friends being mean to you, she never left your side whenever she could.

- Sooo, have you done it? - she asked while finishing her homework.

- Did what? - your brows made a 'V' shape and you where looking and then... - Oh no! We haven't – Imediate blush – What the hell Maggie!! - you laughed.

- Just wanted to know! I'm thinking about doing it with Travis! And you're almost sixteen now! So you should have done it by now!

- I'm not ready to do it yet! I'm afraid!

- Afraid of what?

- Well, heard our moms talk once and they say it hurts on the first time and besides, what if he doesn't like my body? I mean naked body!!

Maggie had laughed about your concerned and she were just looking directly at you.

- How could he not? He spents most of the days talking about you when you're not around. He didn't even go to Travis' party just because he knew you had an important exam and he didn't want to make you feel lonely. I've also seen the way he looks at you when we're in the beach sooooooooooooooooooo – she took a moment to breathe – There's no way that's ever going to happen.

At your sweet sixteen birthday party you had gone for a family trip and by family it was you, your parents, Chris's parents and Maggie. You had lunch on some fancy restaurant in the middle of the city and your dinner was only you and Chris. Your family liked him and so did his parents like you. It was like it was meant to be. Chris had is own car, and he had picked you up. You dinned at McDonalds, but it was the most romantic you thought you had even seen him go.  After that he took you to a place where you could see all the city in one look. In that moment you were more interested in the make-out session you were both having, rather than th landscape. You were moving your hands nervously around his body and he knew what you were intending to do.

- Are you sure? - he asked between your tradded kisses and you nodded. After his question you were positively sure now.

- I do, I love you Chris! - you were kissing his neck and you felt a nervous chuckle on his throat.

- You know I'm almost as nervous as you don't you? I have never done it too. Even though I told our friends we had.

- You're going all chatty now mate? - you spoke in an accent looking at him and giggled – Because if you are there's a movie I wanna see.

He quickly shut up and gave you one of the most importants moments of your life. You belonged together, and in that moment that was nothing that could ever break you two. You were both sweaty inside the car, hair all messed and trying to catch a breath. It was perfect.

But life's never perfect and your mother died of cancer leaving you and your dad alone. You had 18 years old and you had cried so hard for a week, you don't remember ever crying that hard. You never felt the need to cry that hard, but you felt so lost without your mother and you knew she was never coming back.

Chris never left your side, he was always there, always helping you. He even had to bathe you once and it killed him seeing the sadness in your eyes. It was so hard not being able to make all the pain he knew you were feeling go away. He loved you so much and he just wanted to take you somewhere it didn't hurt, somewhere together, just the two of you and pure happiness.

When Chris turned 21 he wanted to go acting, and he wanted to leave. You knew you could never leave your dad alone, not only after your mother had just died a year before, you didn't think you could ever leave him alone. So that's when the fights with your boyfriend began. He wanted to go, you didn't. You were now dating for 6 years and you never wanted it to end but you knew... Yu didn't wanted to be the reason he didn't followed his dreams. So, on a sunday afternnon you did the unthinkable, the only thing that hurt so much to even think about it. It wasn't even a fight and he was so angry because he loved and he didn't want to let you go but he also understood that you wanted to stay, but you weren't even fighthing for what you both had.

- So you're ending it this way? - he grabbed your hand and you felt the tears wanting to come out and pressed your lips together – We can be together even if I'm away for a while...

- We can't Chris, I don't want to be the reason you don't get to live your full dream you know? I don't want to stop you from ever achieving your goals – you kissed his cheek – I can't leave dad alone, I cannot and you know it.

Fuck, I did it had to hurt so much? You loved him so much. Even now he was looking at you, blue eyes hurt and you felt so guilty. You kissed him and for an instance it was like all the pain had gone away, for a moment nothing hurt anymore, it were just the two of you.

Chris left his home on a thursday and for a very long time you made no way on trying to contact him. You couldn't, if you clled him you were sure you'd ask him to come home, to be with you. A part of you knew he would come, a part of you were sure if he asked you you'd go meet him too. After a lonf period of calls unanswered and texts not being replied your world went pretty dull and vague again.

You started to work on a supermarket as a cashier, Maggie had gone on a trip for a full month and there you were right were you started when you were six.

Alone without any people your age the apartment next to yours. You tried to avoid his parents just because you liked them a lot and you didn't want them to see the face that broke their son's heart.

At the age of 25 you were now the manager of the local supermarket. You were happy, or at least you thought so. You and Maggie went out almost every weekend for dinning and for some local gossiping because a girl has her needs. You avoided being in town when Chris came, luckly it was pretty rare of him to come home.

- Were you invited to John's wedding? - Maggie asked while eating her dessert.

- I was, were you... Was he? - Maggie nodded. Damn it, you couldn't not go because John helped you a lot when Chris had moved out. John had met a girl in college and she was so sweet and kind. She could see what he saw in her.

- He was, and he's coming – Maggie had a devilish smile – Come on Y/N! He's becoming famous now! He did Fantastic Four and now I think he'll be Captain America or something like that.

Maggie knew both of you never asked about eachother, but she knew you both wanted to know stuff. Chris had a girl here and there but he never spoke of her the way he talked about Y/N.

- Jesus! I've seen him on the paper last week! And all he will be seeing is the mess that I am. Maybe I could not go...

- No no no no no! You're going alright, we're going! Together! I'm taking you for dress buying tomorrow, and 'no' is not an answer! If my brother's looking his best, so will you.

Dress buying wasn't the hardest, you always enjoyed putting on some dresses and posing for imagine cameras. You had fun, a real fun and it was all so worth it. It was like a movie scene where the girls try a dozen of dresses but in the end, end up taking one you hadn't even seen.

You decided to go with a green dress, long and it embraced one of your shoulders leaving the other one completely naked. Your hair was lose and you just had to go with it. You felt nice.

Maggie knocked at your door and you had left, she was taking her new car, big brother's birthday present. Damn, he knew how much you had always liked that car and for a second while Maggie was driving, you imagined he was the one driving it, his hands had most certainly touched the car, the seat were you were seated, and it was all too much. Maggie and him even shared the same smile. This was all too much again.

- What's happening? - Maggie's voice brought you out of your thoughts and you looked up.

- Nothing  - you lied and faked a smile..

- Don't lie to me, I've known you since ever. If it makes you feel better, he's almost as afraid of bumping into you as you are of bumping into him.

- He's afraid of bumping into me? - you asked a bit to eager than you'd like.

- Sure he is! He told me girls these days, or girls never tended to ignore him but you crossed all those boundaries when you didn't just reply to him – she shrugged.

- I...

- I know you couldn't do it. I get you Y/N, you're like a sister to me, never judged your actions. If it were my mother... Well, I don't even want to talk about it.

You arrived at John's house for some photos before going to church and to help the guy not be nervous to his gut.

- Come on John, it's going to be okay, you love her don't you? - you asked while his mother was helping him with his tie and Maggie was eating something

- I do, but what if she doesn't show up?

- Why wouldn't she not show up? You have all your friends and fmily there wanting to take pictures with the groom before the wedding, and it was not her dressed you mocked when she was three – he took a small laugh and seemed a bit calmer.

- Hey ma... - a voice had gone much quieter and John's gaze was jumping between you and the owner of that voice

- Chris don't go in there! - but Maggie's voice was a second to late and you turned.

There he was. After seven years of intended avoiding, you were looking at each other. He was breath taking, wearing a tux, and much more older. Your hormones couldn't even think straight when you looked at him like you could just take him there and have sex wherever you wanted, instead you just smiled.

- Chris hi! It's been so long – you chuckled nervously and pressed your lips together.

- Y/N – you had extended you hand for him to shook and he just grabbed you and gave you a hug, kissing your cheek. - How long... John, you're looking good man.

- Thanks – John said and the tension in the air was obvious – So let's go, I have to get married.

For an instance you were glad he had entered the room, this way John stopped having idiot second doubts and it was all much easier to process. John's cousins were all over you two and Maggie, trying to grab Chris attention, he spoke to them a bit but his mind was always ending up on you. He knew you still held some power over him but he never thought it would just be that much.

You three went on Maggie's car, you were on the backseat, the church was still half an hour away and nobody was talking.

- So... How it's like, being famous? - you asked trying to make a lighter air around you. He turned around to answer you and your legs were jelly. You thanked god for being seated the moment he looked at you that way.

- It's nothing much. Somedays you can't even just grab your food without someone trying to ask you a dozen questions first. - he laughed and there were your hormones once again.

The wedding had gone perfect. John and his now wife were so happy. Chris hadn't left your side and Maggie's during the whole thing and for a second during the ceremony he could just bet you were almost grabbing his hand. He knew you were still beautiful, he hsn't just ready for how beautifiul you had become. You were a woman now and all he intended on doing with you, weren't very pure thoughts to a guy on a church.

The food was great and even better, the drinks were amazing. You had both drank so much, Maggie could just hope neither one of you needed to throw up. Her car was in danger

- So, you remember the day you kissed me? -you asked... Better, the alcochol asked.

- I do, I only had one beer. Getting drunk on one beer  - he mocked himself and got closer to you. Most of the guests were mingling or dancing. You were alone on your table.

- It wasn't a very nice kiss – you laughed – I wasn't prepared and I had no idea on what to do. But who would guess my first ever kiss would be famous. Maybe I'd sell that story to the press.

- Baby, the press would buy your story even if you had just said 'hi' to me – he took another sip from his glass.

- Oh... Would they? - you grabbed his hand – Let's go dancing.

- You know I don't like dancing – he said but not letting go of your hand.

- Please? - you smiled and he couldn't ever say no to that. He loved... He liked he thought to himself he liked to see you smile.

Dancing, your head on resting on his left shoulder, one hand the other shoulder and the other hand grabbing his hand. He smelled so good and he felt so good. You couldn't even remember why you fought about, why you broke. It was just perfect the two of you.

Needing to get some air you both went outside, it was dark. Some group was chatting and laughing a lot, you were both alone. The next thing you knew, you pulled him to you and kissed him. He kissed you so eagerly, he wanted to kiss you since the moment he saw you at John's house, but he knew he couldn't. If you wanted to kiss him, fine for him. You lips were soft, needy and tasted like champagne. He didn't want to let you go. His hand on your thigh was going higher and higher and when his kisses reached your jawline you heard someone coughing.

- Maggie, jesus! - you pushed him a bit away removing his hand from near the part of you that wanted him so badly.

- I saw you both coming outside and wanted to check up on how you were. By the looks of it, you're perfect! - you both were not able to say if she was sad or happy. The two of you just didn't care.

You had your dates here and there, but no lips felt like his, no touch felt like his, becuse none were his. You loved this guy, even after all this time. Returning home, Maggie was driving and you were both silent, both wanting to touch each other, but not saying anything. Your dad had gone fishing with some friends and you went to your apartment, felling a chest hurt. You were so alone. Maggie and Chris were in his parents apartament and you heard Maggie arguing with him.

- What you think you're doing? That girl there aches from since you went away! You cannot do that do her! You cannot make her feel like you're here and them bam! You're going away again!

- She kissed me! I didn't! I loved her but she didn't love me enough to go with me!

- Tabitha had died! Her mother had died! Her dad was alone you idiot! I would have done the same.

The tears in your eyes were falling and the moment you noticed you were drunk and sobbing and hating yourself, becuse you didn't go, because you din't make him stay, because he wasn't yours. Things had gone silent and an hour later some knocked at your door. It was him, you knew that, you just knew that. Opening the door he was about to speak when you stopped him with a kiss.

- Don't talk... just, please if you want... - you were so nervous, he knew you'd been crying, he saw it in your eyes. He hated it. Chris pulled you closer and in the next moment you didn't care you saw you, if anyone had ever saw you or if this was just a silly dream.

This was the moment you'd been craving for a moment to long in your dreams, the lips you wanted to kiss and to be kissing you, the touch you wanted to feel on your skin.

You dress was easily removed and he was so hungry looking at you and all you could feel was his body touching yours in ways you'd been dreaming for a bit too long.

- You know, I could never forget you – he mentioned while kissing your neck and leaving it marked. Next morning you'd be killing him for it, but for now you were moaning and he liked the sound of that.

- Chris... - This was the only sound he needed and wanted to hear. Your hands were in his hair and then opening his shirt. His body was even more worked up now. He was like a model or something and all you could do was drool and think about what you'de be getting.

Then yoou both stopped thinking and just followed your instincts. You both knew your bodies what you did or didn't like and in the end you were just cuddling, naked bodies under your sheets and his hand around you. He was still leaving a trail of kisses on your neck you smiled.

- This was very good – you gracefully said or on the way to a hangover added.

- It was more than very good and you know it  - he slightly bit your ear lobe.

- I know I know, who would guess this body right here was capable of doing this kind of stuff – you laughed.

- I firmly believe the sounds you made were the best thing I heard tonight and prove I still got it – Chris kissed your cheek and hold your hand.

You smiled and felt yourself falling asleep on his arms, and for a moment this was the best you could ever hope for.

Present

Your daughter Tabitha was turning one year old today. She is the leaving proof that you shouldn't have sex when you're that drunk, but she is also the reason of your understanding for unconditional love. You still couldn't forget that Chris had left, when you woke up that next morning he wasn't there or at his parents either. He had gone and left you alone, again.

Yoour baby were babling something and you just took her in your arms

- You know mommy loves you don't you? - you kissed her a lot and she was just giggling and drooling a bit.

She was perfect. She was blond, big blue eyes and his smile. If he ever got to see her he would know, you were sure of it. But right now she was all yours and your dad was a proud grandpa. So were his parents and Maggie were always buying her sutff. You told Maggie because you couldn't just lie to he, and after a lot of bargaining you were able to ask her to keep secret, but just like your first kiss, she spilled the beans to her parents. So, his family knew but he didn't... You were so afraid one of them would tell him and he would be so pissed. But a year later you knew he had no idea, or if he did, he didn't care. You could live with the first option.

- Where is my cute pie? - you heard your dad coming near and Tabitha was looking at him and smiling – Not you my little diamond – hetouched her nose – This one right here  - he touched you nose.

- Dad! - you laughed – What was that about?

- Well besides your mother, you are the greatest mom I have ever seen – he smiles softly. I bet your mom is proud. Freddie did not agreed with you not telling Chris because he had always known he loved you and your baby girl Tabitha was the living proof of that.

- You think mom would be proud? - you looked at him while your baby was pulling your hair – Tabitha! -you were rocking her and she stopped.

- Well... You mother would make the world with women only if we weren't needed to create life, so yes, your mother would be very happy! See little Tabby here already acting like her – he laughed.

- I'm going to pick her cake, can you watch her for a while? - you pass her to his arms and he was already drolling all over her cuteness.

You went to the cake shop from the other town near, the whole town knew you were a mother, people just thought it was an affair you had with someone from out town. Some guys where there on vacation, so it was the perfect option because, "Why would Chris Evans want someone who's nothing more than a manager at a supermaket when he could be dating supermodels?" Abigail's voice was in your head the time you heard someone tell her you got knocked up. Maggie was about to punch her and you stopped it "she's just jealous because Chris always like you. We're never going there again" and you sure didn't so that took you a lot more to get a cake for your baby's birthday. But it was worth it, you knew that.

Your phone rang and rang and you picked it up

- Yeah dad, it won't take much long – your dad's voice was nervous and he babbled something about the baby having fever. - What? I'm on my way

You drove up as fast as you can, when you parked your car, there was next to it a brand new land rover and for a moment you thought you'd die and tou remembered yourself you needed to breathe. You climbed up the stairs, trying not to smash the cake and entered at your apartment, it was empty and you heard some baby crying on the other apartment, you precious baby and your dad were there. But that wasn't your problem, he were sure he was there. Of all the days he could come visit... Mostly he asked their parents to go to his house... Why hadn't he asked this time? Maybe he did and maybe they said they couldn't go... Panic was wasing over you.

You rang the bell and he opened it. SHIT!

- Hey, how are you? Didn't know you had a baby! - he added, smiling but you could see the confusion in his eyes.

- Fine – you greeted him – Yes, but my dad said she's sick so ... - you quickyl moved your way around him and his mother was trying to calm her.

- Here's your mother see – her grandmother gave her to you and you pressed her lips to her forehead.

- She's burning – you were humming in order to calm Tabby and she had her tiny hands all around you – I'm going to the hospital.

- I'm going with you – his mother was about to grab her purse.

- No, I can... I can do this – you added. You had for a year always tried to prove to everyone that you could raise her all by yourself.

- You're nervous – Freddie said – Let us go...

- No dad... I can – you where grabbing your stuff when he spoke.

- Let me at least drive you there – he came close and grabbed your stuff – I won't take no for an answer, I'm not your dad, not my mother. You're to nervous to drive anywhere.

- It's not the first time – you were looking at him, who was still showing no expression.

- I bet it's not, and I bet you weren't on any conditions to drive so... Give me your keys. I dont' have a baby chair on my car.

- Chris... - you were looking at your father trying to get some back up, but he wasn't helping, his mother was... Smiling (?) and his dad had went to the balcony for a smoke.

- You know... You're not helping the baby by staying here and looking at me. Keys. Now.

You babbled something in frustration and did as he told you

- Nice girl, now... Let's go.

You were in your car's backseat while he drove, no one was talking , he turned of the music and you arrived to the emergency hospital. He was wearing a hat and a big jacket, so he could pass unnoticed.

The girl there was new, so Mry wasn't working today and you'd have to go all through it again.

- How could a baby not have a father? - Mary the old lady asked.

- Well... IT was a shag you know, nothing much.

Tabby was sleeping on your arms due to the fever and you expected this girl was much quicker and didn't have so much intention in snooping. You gave your baby's info and yours as well. Chris didn't seem to let you go and a part of you was thankful for that.

- Okay, now how's the dad's name? - the girl asked and you rolled your eyes.

- She...

- Me, here – Chris grabbed his wallet and gave her his id card. The girl looked up at him and she smiled, cheeks going all shades of pink and red like yours some years ago.

- Okay right Mr. Evans, you just need to wait a couple minutes and Tabitha will soon be called in.

He helped you get a chair and sat by next to you

- How could you not tell me? - he murmured and looked t the sleeping baby.

- Tell you what? - you were too looking at your baby. Her daddy ws right there... Did she knew? Did she had any idea?

- That you were a mother... That the baby was mine?

- She's not... - you started to add.

- She is. I came into town and saw Abigail, she said you had a baby precisely a year ago – Oh my god, had he done the math? - And a lot of our friends thought it was mine but you had slept with some guy that was in town. I believed her first and then I met John who told me the baby looked like me, even though she wasn't mine.

- So you believed Abigail you always had a major crush on you? - your voice was a pitch higher and you bit your lip when Tabby moved.

- No I didn't believed her. I believed my parents cancelled on me because they had "something" and when I saw my mom looking at the baby, I knew.

You were just so nervous... And he had figured it out.. Would this be the part where...

Your thoughts were stopped by a nurse you called "Tabitha Evans" and you both got up, not talking just going to the pediatrician area and entered a doctors office.

After a quick check up, Chris knew the sleeping baby already had his heart, so did her mother, even thoough he hated you a bit right now. He could not blame her, he was the gone to get away without even saying good bye this time. You were so nervous while the doctor was writing something on his computer he grabbed your hand and you squeezed it a bit.

Little Tabitha had be there for observation at least for the next 8 hours in order to see if the fever could go down. The nurse had to take you both to the waiting room, you could see her every two hours, but you could not be there for a long time.

Why was it that you both stood always alone and in big periods of quiet time?

- Y/N calm down, she's going to be okay, she's strong.

- You don't know her... You can't say that – you laid your hand on his chest and grabbed his waist. - Please don't take her away from me.

- You're right, I don't know her. I'm a bit more angry that I would like because of that, but I do know you, and I know you're strong and so am I. So if she's ours, just wait... It's a fever. - he grabbed you closer to him and you both felt so secure. You were both in different places right now and at the same time you were exactly at the same place – I would never take her away from you – he assured you – But I might want to be around you and her a lot more.

- Yes yes of course – That was all you could ever say and that was all you would ever want to say right now.

Your dad called to know how where things with Tabby and Chris's mother sighed in relieve they both where very eager to turn off the phone. You sat right next to Chris and look at the wall.

- I thought you wouldn't want her... I was so freaked when I found out. My dad had helped me and your sister... I asked her not to tell you... I am deeply sorry. I had no right but... We had the best sex ever and you had just left. The only thing left with me was a major hangover and the thought that we should never had got together that moment.

- Well... i left because I knew you'd be kicking me out the moment you saw me on your bed, you hated the fact that I moved out.

- I hated the fact that I did not had the gut to move out with you, when ou asked. Or that I didn't even tried to make you stay. I never hated you, on the contrary.

- I love you too – he plainly said and pressed his lips to your temper.

- Chris... I'm sorry

- Shh it's okay.

And for the first time in a lot of time it was. You kept waiting and waiting and whenever you could you where seeing Tabby, the fever had been going down and she ate a bit. After those long eight hours you where about to hold her when...

- Want to hold her? - you looked at Chris and you could swear you saw fear on his eyes.

- I don't think I can... - his voice was so whispery and you knew it had nothing to do with the other babies but with the fact he was to scared to let the other dads hear him.

- You can... - you grabbed your daughter and carefully helped Chris on holding her.

- You went to pay for the medical services when he stepped up.

- I've missed a lot of things, this is my turn.

How could you ever let him go? Why would time never agree with you to be together? He called his mother said you'd be getting home soon and Tabby was wide awake, still a bit shaken by the illness but looking at the man who hold her.

- See baby, this is your daddy Chris – you spoke to the baby and about to kiss Chris cheek when your lips met.

- Sorry! - you both speak same time. The baby laughed as if she understood and you both stood shy.

The drive for your house was much slower and not so nervous until...

- Marry me. - Chris said and looked at you from the car mirror.

- What? You're crazy, you don't want to marry me, a woman who's already a mom – you laughed and you saw him smirk.

- Marry me – he said again.

- Tabby I think you father got your fever – you chuckled and looked at him.

- I'm serious, I know we did it a bit backwards but I can't let you get away again, I just cannot! Marry me Y/N.

- But I can't...

- I'll come here again... I'll live here again if that's what get you on to marry me.

- You'd do that – you where not believing it.

- I would. Marry me.

- Yes – you answered without hesitating.

- Would never thought I would get away with this so easily. I love you.

You don't know why you had said yes, but you had. No regrets, you just feel like you could love him even more and more everytime you saw him.

When you arrived home you had your bags at the hall.

-What the hell..? - you were mesmerized by that – Dad? What's going on?

Your dad and his mother came out the living room with proud smiles on their faces.

- Well if you couldn't figure out what was best for you, we could... - Freddie said – You stayed with me when I need you, you gave everything up because of me. Now I have to give you up if I ever want to see you truly happy again. And Chris, Tabitha's your daughter. - Your dad took a breath of air like some huge weight had left his shoulders – And I wont take no for an answer.

You wanted to cry of happiness, smile and roll your eyes because of your dad.

- I figured it out. Mother never loved a baby so much that it stopped her from seeing her favorite son – he smiled and looked at the baby whose grandma already stole her from her dad. - Oh and by the way, she's marrying me – he pointed on to you.

- YOU WHAT? - Maggies voice came running from your bedroom – I was there and I could chill on the "favorite son" thing because mother only has a son but shes marrying you? I get to prepare the whole thing?! - Maggie's arms were around you and all you could do was look at Chris and smile.

You had a perfect daughter, your life was about to change, you were about to be Mrs. Evans and all you could do was smile. And all because a boy saved you from being mocked when you were a princess at the age of three and wore a dress to kindergarden.