#but yeah hi hello drink more water than you normally do if you take meds

[qalrey]

her night

[blue-jisungs]

hello! i hope 2024 has been treating u well!

can i request where jaemin is ur new roommate and ur sorta pessimistic abt him for awhile cuz of his cats? then one day its just u and his cats and then u start warming up to them, not knowing that jaemin was watching the whole time please!

so sorry if this is too specific but thank u if u see this!!

cats and pizza

author's note. hi anonnie! sorry it took so long :( 2024 has been quite nice for me teehee, i hope it has been for u too <3 also this was so fun to write as someone who absolutely adores cats 😭

setting. vet med student !jaem x fashion designer student!yn

warnings. one of the cats pisses lol, pizza, swearing, yn doesn’t like cats and talks bad about them >:(

“oh come on, it’ll be fine! he looks nice and he’s a veterinary medicine student? come on, he must be… normal… i think” renjun hummed, looking through your shoulder at the text you got.

you rested your forehead against his arm and groaned while he took your phone and replied to the message.

“you need a roommate. stop being picky… besides, he’s not gonna be any weirder than the chenle guy… probably. hopefully” renjun cheered you on and patted your head.

your previous roommate, karina, had to move out so now you were in a desperate search of someone at her place because there’s no way you could single-handedly afford the rent. the landlord didn’t mind as long as it was paid so you could choose whoever you wanted.

but once you put the offer online, the amount of people and interviews crushed you. the rent was almost due and you had to hurry up – but it wasn’t your fault that all the interested individuals were… specific.

but getting a text from a guy named jaemin drew your attention. he wasn’t dry like all the previous guys and said that he’ll adapt into your schedule to come see the place – unlike others who set up the date and you didn’t have much choice.

you agreed to meet today and brought your bestie, renjun, as a moral support. and additional eye of judgement.

a knock on your door caused you to jerk up.

“it’s probably him” you sighed and ran to open the door “hi—”

your voice got stuck in your throat as your eyes met with a very handsome guy. a gummy smile bloomed on his lips as he reached his hand out.

“hi, i’m na jaemin! y/n, i assume?” he asked, voice full of positive energy. renjun appeared behind you.

“i… oh, right, you know my name. yes, y/n” you cleared your throat and shook his hand. it was warm and bigger than yours.

“renjun” your friend grunted and accidentally nudged your shoulder.

“i’ll show you around. do you want some water or anything to drink?” you asked nicely, stepping aside to let him in. while jaemin and you couldn’t take your eyes off each other, renjun let out a sigh.

“do you have any questions?” your friend asked, crossing his arms.

“oh, yeah! are pets allowed? cats specifically?” jasmin asked and you froze.

well, technically yes.

but you just weren’t a big fan of felines. they are just… mean. and ignorant.

but jaemin is so cute and–

“no”

“yes”

you looked at renjun surprised when you two spoke out at the same time. jaemin laughed (and goodness, if it wasn’t the prettiest thing you’ve ever heard), throwing his head back slightly.

“yes they are. i’m just more of a dog person, you see” you hummed. jaemin sent you a warm smile.

“don’t worry, they’re lovely” he reassured you and renjun urged to show him the room.

and you blame renjun to this day for that because if you were to listen, you would’ve paid attention and noticed that jaemin had said ‘they’.

was one of your main factors to settle for jaemin the fact that he was charming and handsome? yes. did you think he only has one cat? yes.

much to your surprise, along with a new roommate you got three cats as a bonus.

standing terrified in the middle of kitchen you watched one of them snuggle against your leg as jaemin watched with amusement.

“they are real angels. i promise they won’t cause any trouble” he hummed.

you moved away from the cat but it followed you, looking at you with its big, blue eyes.

“just for the love of god please… make sure they don’t shit in the kitchen. or come anywhere near my room” you murmured, jaw clenched. if that furry thing of a demon is going to brush against you again–

the cat must’ve somehow understood that and it purred, tail wrapping around your leg.

“go… away…” you whined, stepping back yet again.

“luke, c’mon” jaemin sighed and grabbed the cat in his arms. the beast animal was looking at you with a mischievous expression. a shiver run down your spine as you looked away, and a meow came somewhere from the distance.

the sound of happy little feet kept you awake at night. lucy, luna and luke (it was hard not to remember the names since jaemin had them engraved on almost everything) were playing around in the hallway. at 3am.

pressing a pillow to your ear and pulling the duvet over the other, you cursed mentally at your own stupidity. you hated cats, why would you even agree? sure, jaemin is really cool and there certainly is something between you two but the goddamn furry beasts…

a loud meow came from under your door.

and then a scratching sound.

“you have to be kidding me” with a groan, you left the bed and opened the door only to be met with a pair of evil looking cat.

“luna- lucy, whoever you are… get your ass out of here�� you grunted and tried to whoosh the cat away. but it only meowed and tried to come into your room “no!”

it was middle of the night, you should be asleep and getting your well needed rest for today’s exam.

but you’re closing the door and fighting with a feline.

great, just great.

“jaemin!” you yelled out, not bothered by the fact that you’ll wake him up “na jaemin, get ahold of your goddamn furry devils!”

you heard his hurried footsteps and when he reached to hold the cat up, you noticed he’s not even angry in the slightest.

“luke, c’mon, no scratching the door. sorry, y/n. sleep well” jaemin hummed softly and walked away with the pet in his arms, scratching it’s head gently.

as much as you’d like to say that you warmed up to the cats it just wasn’t… very true. you just accepted their presence. you even refilled their bowls a couple of times or threw them a squeaky toy.

as long as they didn’t interfere with your personal space, you didn’t with theirs.

which you were glad for.

“i’m back! i have some leftover pizza if you’d like!” you yelled out, not even sure if he was home.

you went to leave the pizza in a safe space (you totally didn’t save it because you knew it was his favorite) and walked towards your room.

something was off - it was very quiet in the apartment. and… it smelled…

pushing the door open you saw lucy jump off your bed.

“what?” you grunted, noticing how the cat ran past you. before you realised the smell, you saw the source: cat urine.

on your uni project.

“no, you’ve got to be shitting me” your voice broke, walking up to the handmade material for a dress. it was certainly pissed on.

but how did the cat end up here? you closed the door to prevent exactly such thing from happening.

tears were falling from your eyes, feeling helpless.

lucy was peeking at you from behind the door cautiously. maybe she sneaked in before you left and then you accidentally locked her in? yeah, that’s the only possible reason.

but that doesn’t make the situation any better (or the cloth any less stinky)

“ew… y/n…”

you heard jaemin’s mocking voice but the moment you turned around and he saw your quivering lip, his face dropped.

“what happened?” jaemin asked, walking in.

“i… lucy peed on my dress… which was my project for tomorrow… i don’t know what to do…” whines and sobs ripped out of your chest. jaemin sighed, eyeing the situation.

the said cat meowed as if saying sorry.

then, you felt two warm arms wrapping around your shaking body.

“it’s going to be fine, i’ve dealt with this countless of times before” he said calmly, fingers caressing your hair “let me handle this”

you sobbed into his chest – maybe from the stress of relief – and jaemin continued to soothe you, his cat watching you two curiously.

this day was shitty as hell. it’s been two weeks since the pee accident and luckily you managed to save your project. and whereas that made your mood lighten up, today was just a bad day.

you lost $20, dropped your phone and cracked its screen, and on your way back home rain started pouring and soaked you completely.

the warmth of your place was nice and made you feel secure. the second you stepped inside, you broke down.

everything just snapped and you sat down on the floor, careless to the fact that all the water is pooling around you.

cries left your lips, tears mixing with the raindrops on your face.

suddenly, something warm and fluffy crawled on your lap.

at first you wanted to push it away but upon meeting luna’s blue eyes staring at you cutely, you didn’t. you let her stay, unsurely resting your hand and her head. when she purred, you took it as a sign to let her.

sobs mixing with purrs drew the other two, lucy snuggling next to you, pawing the material of your sweats, and luke staring at the scene.

the cats silently comforted you, it hit you.

because of that, you started crying even more; feeling bad about the way you treated them before.

the quiet sound of door opening fell deaf on your ears.

jaemin looked down and his heart warmed upon the scene. he was proud of his kids, they reacted the same way he would.

“i have some pizza, i figured you’d want some” he announced quietly and you nodded.

maybe that’s all you needed after all: cats and pizza.

masterlist <3

taglist. @l3visbby ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @mon2sunjinsuver ,, @w3bqrl ,,

@eternalgyu ,, @haecien

[taestefully-in-luv]

Always You | JJK (Drabble#2)

Summary: Jungkook is sick and needs your love.

Pairing: Always You!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: fluff, implied smut.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: none really! enjoy

Notes: no smut in this one! I’m surprised at myself lol Enjoy:)

Taglist: @seagulljk

© taestefully-in-luv

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You are the definition of exhausted. Work was hectic today to say the least, you didn’t think all these cookie orders would come out of thin air like the way they did today. You and your coworkers are so god damn tired but still decided that you guys were going to hit a bar to celebrate that the day is over. You were going to at least. That is until you were on your way to your car when your phone started buzzing with incoming messages.

Jungkook 9:24pm

Baby I am dying I think I am actually dying

Jungkook 9:24pm

Is it normal to have hallucinations while on nyquil

Jungkook 9:25pm

Bc I keep thinking you’re here and your gorgeous lips are on my dick

Jungkook 9:25pm

Oh my goodddd I am dying, I need you

Jungkook 9:25pm

I need you

You look at your screen and frown…Jungkook mentioned this morning he was feeling sort of…under the weather. But now he’s talking about dying? While you are stubborn while sick, Jungkook is quite the opposite. He’s needy, wants attention and will pretty much do anything you ask.

y/n 9:27pm

Do I need to come take care of you?

Jungkook 9:27pm

Yes:( please come home…

“y/n!” Jade jogs up to you, stopping when she gets to you and your car. “Want to ride together?”

“Ah,” you bite down on your bottom lip, “Actually my boyfriend is sick and—”

“You can say ‘Jungkook’” Jade rolls her eyes playfully, “But I get it, saying ‘boyfriend’ is fun, huh?”

You blush, feeling embarrassed. “Yeah, well. Jungkook is kind of sick and he’s such a baby when he’s like this and—”

“No need to explain.” She smiles, “Go. Next time,” she promises. “But you owe me a drink for leaving me with these fools. Hazel is apparently meeting us too, and you know how Adam gets.” She teases, “So, you owe me.”

“Noted.” You laugh, “See you later, Jade.”

You get inside your car, turning the ignition on when your phone starts buzzing again, this time a phone call from none other than your boyfriend.

“Hello?” you bring the phone to your ear. “Jungkook?”

“Baby.” Jungkook drags out the word in a whine, “Please bring me more medicine.” He softly begs. You have to admit he does sound pretty pathetic. You can’t help but pity him as he starts dramatically coughing on the other side of the line.

“And please hurry. I need you. Need you to cuddle me and kiss me. I think your kisses could possibly cure me.”

“I’m about to leave work right now,” you confirm, “Which meds should I get you? What are you feeling exactly?”

“I’m feeling so…so in love with you.” He slurs from his drowsy state, then starts giggling.

“Jungkook.” You deadpan. “What are your symptoms?”

“It’s just a cold.” He says, “I think it’s what Jimin had a few days ago. That bastard passed it to me.”

“And you want me to kiss you?!” you laugh, “I’m not trying to get sick.”

“No, no. Don’t worry baby, our power of love will fight against it.”

“You are so…” you begin laughing again, your blush deepening. “I’ll be home in like 30 minutes, okay? Think you’ll be alive when I get there?”

“Your love keeps me alive.” He teases, “See you soon. Love you.”

“Love you, bye.” You bring the phone down and click the end button. The AC is blowing in your face, cooling you from the warmth that had crept on your cheeks while talking to Jungkook. It’s unbelievable that he’s able to make you blush like this, like as if this was completely brand new like you haven’t known him for years.

~~~~~~

The apartment is completely dark when you walk in and also completely quiet. Did Jungkook fall asleep? Did that NyQuil finally do its job? You set the bag of meds down on the breakfast table and turn on the kitchen light. You walk into the kitchen and grab a glass from the cabinet to fetch you some water, it’s nice and cold as if travels down your throat. It feels nice… the dark, quiet apartment—you need the rest after today. You think you’re about to go find a sleeping Jungkook and get some sleep yourself when you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist.

“You’re finally here.” Jungkook whispers, “I waited all day for you.” He whines and you smile for him even though he can’t see.

“All day?” you ask, “Should I have left work to come take care of you?” you tease.

“Yes,” he responds shamelessly. “I missed you so much…I think that’s why I just got sicker throughout the day.” He tightens his hold on you but immediately loosens his grip from how weak he feels.

“Come to bed.” He commands and you spin around in his grasp to face him.

“I need to shower and get ready first.” You explain and he looks at you with sad, tired eyes.

“No.” he pouts, “Who cares? Just change and come to bed.”

“Jungkook.” You chuckle. “I worked hard today, I need a shower.”

Jungkook brings you into his chest and he inhales you, taking in your scent and he melts.

“You smell fine, y/n.”

“I smell like cookies.”

“Smells good.”

“Fine, let’s go to bed.”

Jungkook’s sleepy face lights up and he turns your body around so your back is flush against his chest and he holds on to you.

“Lead the way.” He chirps, “I’m not letting go.”

“Jungkook…” you whine as you try walking forward and he follows you while holding on to you as tight as his tired body possibly can.

You two walk into your shared bedroom and he finally drops his arms to his side and makes his way into bed. You go to your drawer and pull out one of his t shirts…you slip off your work clothes for the day and drag the t shirt of your body.

“Cutie.” Jungkook comments as he lays back and watches you change.

“Oh shit, I forgot to grab your meds. I’ll be right back.” You say making Jungkook frown. You make your way back into the kitchen and grab the baggy full of medicine plus a glass of water and walk back into the room when you notice Jungkook dozing off.

“Babe?” you whisper and his eyes immediately shoot open.

“Come cuddle me.” He weakly pats the spot next to him and you smile.

“Take these first.”

“Yes mam.”

He looks up at you with his beautiful doe eyes, a look of submission written all over his face.

“These first.” You hand him two different pills as you sit on the edge of the bed and he swallows them down quickly while staring into your eyes.

“Now these.”

Jungkook nods his head while taking another two pills.

“Any more?” he asks quietly.

“That’s it for your meds.”

“Wrong.” He states. “I need the most powerful medicine of all.” He gives you a soft smile, “Need a kiss from my baby…please, please kiss me. Missed your lips all day.”

“Jungkook…”

“Your kiss will cure me, I’m sure of it.” He whispers softly. “All I need is you to be okay.”

Your eyes widen at his cute confession, he’s so god damn sleepy—you can tell. His eyes are barely staying open but he just wants to be with you. He is trying his hardest to stay awake because he missed you so much throughout the day.

“Please.” He quietly begs. “Need you.”

You search his eyes and find nothing but love in them, you can’t help but beam at him. One kiss can’t hurt you, right?

You scoot closer to him on the bed, your hands finding themselves in his Jungkook’s hair as you softly bring his face closer to you.

“One kiss.” You promise and Jungkook nods his head slowly with a dopey grin on his face.

“We’ll see about that.” He says under his breath and you laugh while leaning in closer to his face.

You lean in until his breaths hit your lips, your lips just barely touching his and he grows weaker at the contact.

“Please.” He begs again, his words hitting your mouth. “Please.”

You peck his lips softly, just giving him a slow kiss. He kisses back, his lips moving against yours so tenderly it makes you melt. You can tell he has no energy but he continues to kiss you. He slants his mouth over yours and tries to deepen the kiss, you tilt your head and give him a better angle. You said one kiss but…

Suddenly, you feel the wetness of his tongue poking out, trying to find its way between your lips. You open your moth just a little wider to give him access to your own tongue, he slides his in your mouth and slowly caresses his with yours. He releases a long, soft moan and you hate that you get so turned on hearing him. This isn’t a moment to get turned on, this is a sweet, tender moment.

Jungkook slips his tongue out and begins pecking your lips again, a little faster than before. But then he pulls back, his breaths nice and heavy.

“I’m so dizzy.” he says with his eyes closed.

“Me too.” You admit, feeling quite breathless yourself.

“No…I mean, like, literally. I don’t feel good.” He breathes out, “Kissing you, I think took all the energy I have left…what are you like a succubus or something?” he jokes.

“Baby, you need to sleep.”

“Snuggle with me, please.” He pats the spot next to him again and you get up and walk over to that side of the bed. You slip underneath the sheets and move your body close to his. You can feel all his heat radiate off his body and you frown…he must have a fever.

“Let’s sleep, my love.” You say but Jungkook weakly shakes his head.

“Wanna hear about your day.” He sinks deeper into the covers and lays his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“It was busy, we had what felt like a million orders today. Yoongi even came by but left because we were so busy.”

“Mhm.” He nuzzles his face into your breasts, “Did you think of me today?” he asks.

“I always think of you.” You admit.

“I thought of you so much today.” He says between heavy sighs, “Missed you so much.” He squeezes your body tighter. “I don’t think I can be without you for very long.”

You feel your heart pinch in your chest…because…

“You can. You’re just a baby.” You tease.

“No, I really don’t think I can. I felt myself grow weaker every moment I was without you.” He huffs into your chest. You caress his back as he speaks, his words becoming more and more slurred and distant from on another. He’s so tired.

“You love me that much?” you get out in a whisper and it’s silent for a few moments, you think maybe he finally fell asleep until you hear him sigh out.

“I literally don’t love anyone as much as I love you.”

You keep quiet for a few moments too long because after around a minute or so you hear Jungkook lightly snoring into your chest…you can’t help but smile down at him. He’s wrapped his entire body around you, holding you, squeezing you. You caress his back some more and start to feel yourself fall asleep as well. Your eyes getting heavier and heavier until the world becomes dark.

~~~~~

“Good morning!” You feel Jungkook’s breath on your ear, you begin to open your eyes, blinking lazily at your surroundings.

“Morning?” you question since it’s still dark in the room. “It’s still night?” you ask.

“It’s like 5am.” Jungkook states. Your eyes finally begin adjusting in the darkness and you notice Jungkook looks ten times better. He still looks tired but he has more life.

“Your kiss cured me, if that’s what you are thinking about.” He smiles that bunny smile and you laugh.

“I thought it drained you of your life?” you sit up on your elbows, “That I’m a succubus?”

“No, it helped me sleep so it could work its love magic on me and now I feel almost all the way better.”

“Almost?” you quirk a brow and he chuckles.

“I think I need more from you to make me all the way better.” He wiggles his brows at you and sends you a wink.

“What more do you need?” you lean forward and peck his lips, but you linger in his space. He smiles against your mouth and kisses you again.

“I think my hallucinations were actually visions of the future.”

You tilt your head, trying to remember what his text said about hallucinations when realization hits you.

“You need my lips wrapped around your cock?”

“I think that’s the ultimate cure.” He kisses you again, “Don’t you think?”

“You’re so needy.” Your lips move over his sensually, your tongue making its way into his mouth. He whimpers into your mouth when he feels your hand grab a hold of his hardening member. He pulls away from you and smiles softly.

“I’ll always need you.”

[babyboy-cody]

‘ ‘ chapter | 01 ’ ’

complex desires. ( prologue ) ( masterlist )

SUMMARY: It’s the first week of classes after winter break, but you’re not exactly used to seeing new faces - teachers and students in between.

WARNINGS: explicit language, mentions of mental disorders, anxious thoughts, anxiety attack

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

NOTES: i’m currently writing this chapter while drinking a big ass mug of hot cocoa. also, hunter’s pronouns are they/them! this series is one i’m most excited for. hope you kiddies enjoy <3

It was still early when the clouds gave off their rain to the grass and trees, when the road became alive with more splashes than your eyes could appreciate. Yet together they brought such a soothing sound, a natural melody every bit as beautiful as a mother's soulful hum. You felt each splash that touched your skin, watching as your cardigan become a deeper, more rocky hue. It was as if earlier the street had been a matte photograph, only to be washed as glossy as any magazine page.

Each raindrop is a kaleidoscope, if people could only see more closely. You wonder as you walk how it would be to stop time, to suspend this watery gift and peek through each one. Perhaps it would be fun to sit inside those raindrops and take that gravity propelled ride to the earth, as you imagine it you feel your inner self laughing – a little at the crazy daydream and a little at your own silliness. You see the rain beads upon the cars, upon each leaf and washing your outstretched fingers. Soon they will pull together, forming the puddles, opening up a whole new avenue of rain-related fun. Perhaps it isn't normal to love a rainy day so much, but who cares about normal anyway? You’re pretty sure "normal" is a made up thing.

Upon the umbrella come the playful sounds of dancing drops, and from it's rim comes the sight of their more relaxed cousins, dripping as if their soul purpose was to bring a sense of ease and calm to the day. And as the rain became more intense, it began to soak the bottom of each dark blue jean leg, deepening the denim to a stronger hue, bringing your brown boots to a glossy water-shine, becoming a kind of natural cocoon.

Each raindrop is a doorway into nature's heart, an invitation of sorts, a request for your soul to rejoin creation. In the rain there is a serenity, a sense of peace that offers to resonate with the peaceful elements of the soul. Walking among those drops is your meditation, a way to fully become present in the moment, a way to feel free.

There was a vibration coming to life in the back pocket of your jeans, cutting you out of your peaceful daydream in the rain. You stepped to the side to allow a cyclist to pass by and gave him a brief smile when he nodded his head in thanks. When you pulled out your phone to read the contact, you instantly smiled when seeing Mickey’s name on the screen.

“Okay, first off, hello. Second off, where the hell are you? Me and Hunter – okaayy – Hunter and I have been in the cafeteria since 7:15 in the goddamn morning,” she immediately went off as soon as you put the phone to your ear. “Also, did you take your meds today? My alarm went off as a reminder.”

“First off, hi back, Mick. Second off, it’s been 15 minutes and I’m five minutes away from the school. It’s fine if we don’t have breakfast today just once,” you laughed as you heard her scoff. “And thirdly, yes mom, I did take my meds. I actually have to get another refill for my BPD meds. Thank you for asking.”

“Yeah, yeah. Well, you better hurry. We have the last of your favorite yogurt and Hunter’s close to eating the damn thing,” you heard Mickey laugh as she shushes her significant other. “Also, be careful coming around the usual entrance. The school is doing some bogus construction to add a statue of the principal.”

“You’re shitting me!” You exclaimed, earning a dirty glare from a tiny senior citizen as she slowly walks passed you with her small cane. “What the hell did this prick do to earn that? Also, can you grab me a fruit cup too? I’ve been craving kiwi’s for some odd reason.”

“Well, he’s wicked rich and can basically do anything in this school and get away with it, literally. And there’s no fruit cups today, but there’s a bag of sliced apples and tangerine slices,” Mickey told you as she huffed, which you assume is her getting out of her seat to go back to the assortment of breakfast foods. “Ooh, there’s bagels too. I think they just added these.”

“Jesus Christ, this statue is stupid as hell,” you groaned and stood in front of the half built statue, your principal’s name on a gold plated plaque attached to the marble. “This guy really needs an ego boost, huh? And just tangerine slices then. I’m heading inside.”

“Alright, see you soon, baby doll.” She annoyingly kisses into the phone as you snorted and rolled your eyes at her antics.

Sliding your phone back into your pocket, you stood outside the entrance doors and shook the leftover raindrops from your yellow umbrella before closing it. You inhaled the fresh rain water for one last time before grasping onto the freezing cold and disgustingly wet doorknob and pulling it open to head inside. There was a small litter of students here and there; some reading new announcements on the bulletin board in the main hall; some sitting in the lounging chairs with laptops or textbooks open on their laps; some sitting on the ground with a half empty bottle of water beside their laps and phones in their hands, headphones in their ears. You terribly, annoyingly, and oddly missed this. You missed the bustle of students laughing and running down the halls. You missed it all, even if it has been two weeks.

You hear loud chatter coming from just ahead, so you know you’re about to enter the cafeteria area. Just as you’re about to do so, you stop in your tracks in front of a bulletin board. There were a few posters for new clubs, as well as study groups, upcoming announcements, room changes, and more. But one that really struck out to you was a new story writing group, specifically for writers or English majors. You felt a burst of excitement spread throughout your chest and settle into the pit of your stomach. You made sure to take a quick photo of the sheet beforr moving on into the cafeteria.

Almost immediately, you spotted Hunters straight platinum blonde hair and fiery streaks on one side while the other was icy blue. Sitting in front of them was Mickey, her hair curly and unruly, making you wonder if she rolled out of bed, threw some clothes on, and called it a day. You felt your cheek mucles twitch as your lips pulled up into a bright smile. Hunter was the first to notice you. They looked up at you passed Mickey’s shoulder and smiled so brightly that it made you reciprocate. They adorned bright orange eyeshadow with white eyeliner, making their eyes pop out even more. You loved how they didn’t cake on makeup, they kept it simple, yet so drop dead gorgeous.

“There she is, the man of the hour,” they announced and got up from their seat to pull you in for a warm, tight hug. “I missed you so much. I’m so sorry for not messaging you the entire break. We didn’t have any service whatsoever.” There was a crestfallen look on Hunter’s face and you held their cheeks so they wouldn’t look away.

“Look at me, don’t stress about it, okay? Did you at least have fun?” They nodded with a pout. You grinned and gave their forehead a kiss before pulling them in for another hug.

“Okay, first you’re late. And now you’re stealing my person. I see how it is,” Mickey smirked as you gave her the bird behind Hunter’s back as you both pulled away from the hug. “Hi Y/N.”

“Hi Michelle,” you responded in the same tone as you sat in an empty chair around the table. “Give me my tangerine, please.” She passed you the small cup of tangerine slices with a grin when you began eating them.

“You been eating three times a day?” She asked you, looking at you through her mane of curls rather than pushing her hair away. You shrugged and kept your eyes on the half empty cup in your hands. “Y/N..”

“I’m doing it little by little, Mick. And I’m starting to drink water too,” you blushed and laughed softly when her and Hunter began praising you. Praise was something you weren’t used to, but hearing it every now and then really gave you butterflies. “It’s nothing..”

“Are you kidding me?” Hunter laughed and reached over to lay a hand over yours. “This is amazing. This is progress and we’re both so very proud of you.”

“You’ve come a long way,” Mickey lightly bumped your shoulder with her knuckles as Hunter pulled away. “You should do a meal plan like I did when I had to get my weight back up, so that way you don’t forget to eat three times a day.”

“I don’t know.. I don’t exactly have the funds to buy a lot of groceries. I had to use over $100 of my food stamps cause almost everything in my kitchen was old,” you huffed and popped another tangerine slice into your mouth. “Plus, I’ve been busy with finding a job and paying for my therapy appointments and doing school work, and it’s all so fucking overwhelming.”

The first bell rang, signaling students to begin their walk to class with only a few more minutes to spare. You grabbed your shoulder bag and stood beside Mickey while she held onto Hunter’s hand. The three of you passed by a swarm of students; freshman’s and sophomores running by to get to the lecture halls early; juniors having their books and laptops already out and pressed to their chests; seniors loitering in the halls with their friends. Thankfully, you, Hunter, and Mickey had your first English class together.

“How about this?” Mickey began. “Hunter and I will help pay for your groceries.” She hushed you as you began to lightly protest. “Listen, you already got a lot on your plate. I’d be a really shitty best friend if I allowed you to deal with all that. So every week, we’re gonna swing by your place to drop off some stuff, okay? I’ll create a meal plan for you with your favorites, so that way we’re taking that worry for money off your back.”

“Mick, you don’t have to do that for me. Like I said, I’ll find a way,” you mumbled and shrugged as you walked up the long staircase to head up to the lecture halls. “I couldn’t do that to you guys.”

“Y/N,” Hunter stopped you three in the middle of the hallway. “We care about you and we don’t want you going down that negative route alone. We both have jobs and enough money to cover Mickey and I, and it’ll seriously make me the happiest if you let us do this, please.”

“Two more minutes until class begins,” the voiceover on the speaker spoke.

“Fine,” you sighed, feeling a smile pull your lips as you all continued walking to the English room. “I love you both. And I’m very grateful for you to do this for me.”

“We know,” Mickey told you as she kissed your cheek obnoxiously, causing you to groan and Hunter to laugh. “But in all seriousness, don’t be a stranger to asking, okay?”

You nodded and gave her a reassuring smile as you made your up the steps to your seats in the bottom middle row. Mickey sat in between you and Hunter as more students filled the class. There was light chatter and soft clatter as seats were pulled down and the folding desks were pulled up. You set your bag between your feet, being cautious of not getting it dirty from your boots. Pulling out your spiral notebook that had four sections, you neatly wrote the course name, your name, and the date. Nervously clicking your pen, you tried to block out the noise that had started to get a little too loud. Nibbling on your bottom lip to distract yourself, your feet began tapping on its own while you tapped your pen on your book. Mickey and Hunter were having a conversation of their own, so they didn’t notice the early signs of a small anxiety attack.

An invisible hand clasps over your mouth; an equally ghostly hypodermic of adrenaline pierces your heart, unloading in an instant. You feel your ribs heaving as if bound by ropes, straining to inflate your lungs. Your head is a carousel of fears spinning out of control, each one pushing your mind into blackness. You want to run; you need to freeze. Sounds that were near feel far away, like you’re no longer in the body that sits paralyzed in the cold seat. Your breath comes out in rapid, shallow breaths as you shake your head at yourself.

“No, no, no,” you harshly whisper as your bobbing knee gets almost frantic.

You felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in your abdomen. Tension grew your her face and limbs, your mind replaying the last attack. You held onto the sides of your head, your elbows digging into the hardness of your desk. Your only movement was the trembling of your limbs and salty tears darkening your sleeves. There you stayed, unaware of the numerous eyes watching you until Mickey turned and noticed your frantic state.

“Shit,” she hissed and slung her arm across your desk as the other wrapped around your shoulders. “I’m here, Y/N. It’s okay.. sshhh.. I’m right here.” She noticed a few students staring, to which she narrowed her eyes and snarled, “What the fuck are you looking at, dipshits?!” They immediately looked away after being caught. She turned her attention back on you. “What’s going on, huh?” Her voice was soft and soothing as she smoothed her hand down your hair.

“It-It’s so.. loud,” you hiccuped and covered your face even more when a sob escaped your lips, spit flying onto your hands as you felt your neck, cheeks, and ears heat up out of embarrassment and shame. “I can’t stop it, Mick. I-I can’t!”

Hunter sat on the other side of you, reaching down to get your back, shuffling their hand inside to pull out your earplugs and inhaler. They handed the earplugs fo Mickey while pressing the opening of the inhaler to your lips. “Come on, babe,” they quietly told you and tucked a few strands of hair behind your ears, lightly blowing on your flushed skin to cool it down. “There we go,” they gently said when you took two deep puffs of your inhaler while Mickey made sure your earplugs were snug inside your ears. You felt your lungs open up as the cold, bitter medicine settled on your tongue.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper and shook your head, wiping away the last of your tears. You sniffled and looked at Mickey and Hunter. “I-I don’t know what happened.. it just... happened.”

“It’s always unexplained, but don’t be sorry for something you can’t control, okay?” Mickey told you firmly while making sure you were looking into her eyes. “This doesn’t make you any less of a person.”

Hunter smiled and sat your bag back between your feet before moving to their seat next to Mickey. All the students had settled down, their conversations now a quiet murmur. You felt relieved as you pulled your earplugs out and slid them inside your protective case, making sure the lid was closed tight before shoving it into your bag. Mickey kept an eye on you the entire time, making sure no one triggered you. She sat with an elbow resting on the back her chair with her legs lightly spread.

“You’re man-spreading,” you quietly told her, laughing quietly when she flipped you off.

Suddenly, the metal doors opened and a man hurriedly walks in with an expensive looking leather messenger back over his shoulder. Your lips parted and you sat up straight in your seat when he gave the class a guilty smile. You’ve never seen him in the school. Not even before break. He must’ve been in a different department and just got transferred to the English center. He deeply intrigued you. You noticed the other girls in the class twirling their hair in a cliché way with the tips of their pens between their teeth. He wore all black, and it was so very different compared to what other professors wore. There was no sweater vest or button up shirt. He just wore a comfortable and soft looking black sweater with black jeans and black boots. His dirty blonde - almost brunette - hair was perfectly styled. He looked devastatingly handsome.

“Hello, my name is Professor Shepherd and I’m going to be your English teacher for the rest of the semester. Professor Winifred recently had her baby during winter break and shall be back for the next semester,” he gave another knee-weakening grin as he clapped his hands together. “Shall we get started?”

[tvshowfanfics12]

Ginna Mackey and Blake Gallo

Takes Place After Episode 9.4

Ginna’s POV:

I saw Gallo walking through the halls, and I stood up from the table and followed him to the locker rooms. He was opening his locker when I came in. I went over to my locker, the words catching in my throat. I opened my locker and looked around, but I didn’t really need anything.

Suddenly I got the courage and I spun around.

“Gallo…” I asked.

He looked up. “Oh, hey Mackey.” He smiled, which made me smile.

“So, the other day you thought I had a kid,” I said, smiling at the mistake he made, thinking that I had a son.

He chuckled. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

I smirked. “Well, you told me about a park that you read about.” I turned back to my locker so Gallo couldn’t see me blush. “I was just wondering if that was you asking me out on a date?”

I looked over my shoulder when Blake didn’t say anything back. He had a smile on his face and when our eyes caught his face brightened.

“You caught that.” He shook his head.

I laughed. “Yeah.”

He leaned against his locker and laughed. “Yeah, I mean I was trying to see if you wanted to go to a park with me and watch your kid play on the playground.” He shook his head. “I still feel so dumb about.” He smiled down at his feet.

“It was sweet.” I shrugged.

“It was stupid.” He looked up at me.

“Well…” I fiddled with my fingers. “Would you like to go on that date? I mean not at a park or anything, but maybe dinner?”

Blake smiled. “Uh… yeah.” He nodded. “I would like that.”

“Good.” I smiled with a nod. “Um… Friday night?” I suggested, knowing that we would be off shift by then.

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“Okay, see you then.” I smiled and walked out of the locker room and back to the lunchroom where I sat down next to Brett.

“You look happier than normal.” Brett nudged me in the shoulder.

“I asked Gallo out,” I whispered to her, unable to hide my excitement.

“Ohhh.” She smirked at me.

“ENGINE 61 TO FIREHOUSE 51 WOMEN SHOT IN HOME.” The alarm went off. I turned to Brett and she nodded. We got up and ran to the ambulance and loaded in.

“Don’t think this doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear everything about you asking Gallo out.” Brett smiled at me as we drove out of the firehouse.

“Of course.” I smiled.

We got on the call and Brett rushed out while I grabbed the medical kit. I ran into the house after Brett who was already assessing the women’s injuries.

“Where is the shooter?” Brett asked.

“He�� He ran off.” The women explained in pain. I knelt down beside Brett and took over holding the injury while Brett got out the gauze.

“Did the bullet go through you?” I asked the women.

“I am not sure.” She shook her head. “I hate seeing blood, so I haven’t actually looked.”

“It’s okay.” I nod. “My mother can’t stand the look of blood too,” I say, trying to make her feel better. “Brett, I am going to take a look,” I informed my partner.

“Of course.” Brett agreed.

I took my hand off for a second, and when I didn’t see anything I nodded and reapplied the pressure. I then turned the women slightly to look for an exit wound.

“The bullet is still inside,” I told Brett in a calming tone, trying not to frighten the women.

“Is… Is that bad?” The women asked.

“It just means that the doctors at the hospital will remove it, ma’am,” I told her.

“Oh, no need for the ma’am thing.” The women smiled through the pain. “My name is Doris.”

“Well, hello Doris.” Brett smiled. “My name is Silvia Brett, and this here is Ginna Gallo.”

I nodded to the woman.

“Oh, nice to meet you, ladies.” The woman nods. “I wish it was under different circumstances.” She tried to joke.

“I know.” Brett smiled. “How about we load you into the ambulance.”

“Oh, I am more than ready.” The women laughed.

I assisted Brett in getting the women on the stretcher. Brett sat in the back with the women as I drove to Chicago Med. The lady kept apologizing over and over for the inconvenience she had caused. Brett assured her that it was no trouble while I smiled at how nice this woman was.

When we arrived the hospital staff came out and took Doris in for surgery to remove the bullet. I was helping Brett to clean the back of the ambulance when the police came to ask us questions.

“Did you see the shooter?” Burges asked.

“No, they had left the scene before we had arrived,” Brett answered for us.

“Did Doris say who did this to her?” Burges asked. “Did she know the person?”

“We didn’t ask. We only wanted to know if the shooter was still in the area and then we got her here.” I said, refilling my med bag as I talked.

“Alright.” Burges nodded. “I will contact you if there is anything else I need. Nice save girls.” She said before she left.

Brett and I finished the cleanout of the ambulance and then we headed back to the station. We had just pulled out of the station when Brett started talking.

“So, how did you ask him?” She smiled.

“Ask who?” I said, taking one last check in the back before settling into my seat.

“Gallo. How did you ask Gallo out?” Brett laughed.

“Oh, so a few days ago he offered to take me and my kid to a playground in town that he heard about.” I started to explain.

“Woah! A kid!” She turned to me in shock. “I didn’t know you had a kid.”

“I don’t.” I laughed and grabbed her shoulder to calm her down. “I had said something about one of the kids that my mom watches at her daycare but I referred to him as my kid and Gallo thought that I had a kid,” I explained.

“Oh.” Brett nodded. “At least he was listening.”

“Yeah.” I laughed. “So anyways he asked if I wanted to go to a park but when I explained he just laughed it off. So did I.” I shrugged. “Then that night I realized that he was asking me out, but then got scared off.”

“Oh.” Brett nodded.

“So this morning when I got on shift I asked him out,” I said as a matter of fact.

“The fire station? You asked him out at the fire station?” Brett laughed. “I wouldn’t say that is the most romantic place to ask someone out.”

“Oh please. I have heard many stories about the fire station’s great love affairs.” I laugh. “And it was actually the locker room in the fire station where I asked him.”

“Oh, that's so much better.” She said in sarcasm.

I laughed. “So we are going out on Friday night after shift,” I said as we parked in the fire station.

“Oh, where are you going?” She asked.

“I was thinking Molly’s.” I shrugged and got out of the truck. “I don’t know of many good places for a first date.”

“Well if you’re going to Molly’s maybe I can talk Stella into closing the outside patio so you guys can have your date under the stars.” Brett nudged me.

“I don’t know.” I smiled. “I mean we never actually made the plans. We just set a date. What if he wants to go somewhere fancy?”

“Molly’s can be fancy.” Brett shrugged.

“I get that be we always go to Molly’s,” I say, closing the back of the ambulance after I inspected it.

“How about I do some digging around and see where Gallo plans to go and then tell you.” Brett put her arm around my shoulder. “It’s the least I can do, partner.”

“I would like that.” I smiled.

Brett and I walked into the lunchroom which seemed to be emptier than normal. In fact, at this time everyone was usually watching something on tv or playing games at the table and there was no one in the room now.

“HE SHOOTS… HE SCORES!!!” Loud screaming came from outside.

I looked at Brett and she seemed to think the same thing. We walked out the doors and to the backside of the firehouse where everyone was. There was a crowd cheering while another group raced around a homemade obstacle course.

“RUN!!” They shouted at them.

“What is going on?” Brett said asking Mouch who had a score sheet in his hands.

“Stella needed some practice so she challenged the firehouse to a race,” Mouch explained. “It sort of got out of hand and now we are all betting on who is going to finish the course with the best time.”

“Who is winning?” I asked, leaning over to see the score sheet.

“No the race hasn’t started yet. This is practice.” Mouch said.

“When is it starting?” Brett asked, looking at everyone running.

“In an hour.” He explained. “This is for them to warm up and you to see who you are going to bet on.”

“Oh.” Brett nodded.

“All bets must be placed in 20 minutes,” Mouch said.

I turned back to see all the commotion. Stella was running in first but Casey was in close second and then Gallo and Sevoride were in a close tie. Stella was trash talking and the crowd was cheering them on.

I turned to Brett and laughed.

“So, wanna place a bet?” Brett asked me.

“Oh yeah.” I agreed.

After I grabbed my wallet from my locker I put $30 down on Gallo. Of course, Stella was amazing and could run the course no problem, but I was hoping Blake would win.

Brett also placed a bet and if I was to guess I think she put it in Casey.

It was explained that half of the money would go to the winner and the other half would go to buying drinks for everyone at Molly’s. I thought that was a good cause.

“Placed your bet?” Brett asked me.

“Yes. You?” I asked, sitting down beside her on the outdoor chairs that had been brought out to watch the race.

“I have never seen Stella so determined.” Brett laughed. “I think she even cursed Casey.

“What?” I turned to Brett for an explanation.

“She muttered something under her breath and then told me that Casey was “taken care of”. She laughed.

I laughed. “Competition can bring out the worst in people.”

We sat and watched as Stella, Casey, Gallo, and Sevoride ran the course a few more times. Brett pointed out things that, if they avoided, would save them time in the end. I nodded in agreement.

“I am going to get some drinks. Want any?” I asked Brett and the practice ended.

“Water please,” Brett said.

“On it.” I go inside and grab a few bottles of water for the runners and Brett and me. My hands were full when I walked back outside.

“WATER!” Is said loud enough to get the competitor’s attention. I handed Brett her water and walked over to the panting group as they were recovering.

“You are a lifesaver, Mackey:” Stella said as I handed her water.

“What I am here for,” I said, handing out the water to Sevoride.

I turned around and gave water to Casey who was now laying on the ground. “You good?” I asked.

“Yeah. Never better.” He said waving his hand in the air.

“I’ll take water?” Blake’s voice said from behind me.

I turned around and handed him a bottle. “So how did you get roped into this?”

He laughed and took a big gulp of his water. “Stella wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“Oh.” I smiled. “Are you sure you will have enough energy to run this race?” I leaned on part of the obstacle course.

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “I do this for a living you know?”

“I know,” I smirk. “Stella was smoking all of you.” I nudged him.

“Hey, I was saving my energy.” He nudged me back. “And I don’t see you running this course.” He said in a challenging tone.

“Oh, that’s not going to work on me.” I shook my head. “I am perfectly happy watching you.”

“Oh is that so?” He said making me blush.

I looked down at my shoes, noticing my mistake. I glanced back up at him which only made him laugh.

“What’s happening over here?” Cruz said, walking over to us.

“We are just talking,” I said to Cruz, knowing that he is just seconds away from going into big brother mode.

“Talking about what?” Cruz came over and took the water out of my hands.

“We are talking about who is more likely to win the race,” Gallo said and then he took a sip of his water.

“Oh, well my bet is on Casey. He has always been able to smoke anyone who challenges him.” Cruz says as he looks right at Gallo.

They just look at each other like they are waiting for someone to make the first move.

“Stella is pretty good though.” I interrupt their little staring contest.

“I think I can beat them.” Gallo relaxes on a post.

“Sure.” Cruz laughs.

“I can,” Gallo says confidently.

“We’ll see,” Cruz says before walking off. He kept glancing over his shoulder back to us. When he was inside I turned to Gallo and laughed.

“So, who did you bet on?” Gallo asked with a dorky smirk.

“Why should I tell?” I teased him.

“Because I am curious.” He smiled.

“You,” I said quietly. “I bet on you.”

“Well, then I have motivation not to lose.” He grinned from ear to ear. “I can’t have you lose your bet.”

“You better not.” I joked.

“What is going on!” Boden shouted, making everyone turn to him.

“Chief,” Severide said first.

“Someone please explain why there is an obstacle course back here!” He turned to look at every one of us. Probably taking a mental photo of everyone involved.

“We are helping Stella.” Severide stepped up to explain. “We started out as helping her train but it became a competition.”

“And you are placing bets!?” He turned to Mouch who was going through the money.

“Yes, Chief.” Severide nodded.

“And no one thought to involve me?” Boden turned to Mouch. “I want to place a bet.”

Everyone sighed.

After Boden placed his bet I went back over to Brett and sat in our seats. The competitors got into their gear and Ritter held a flag.

“Ready?” He asked them.

“Yeah,” Casey said.

“Yes.” Severide nodded.

“Yep.” Gallo winked at me, making me blush.

“Let’s go!” Stella said, pumped up.

Ritter waves the flag and the race begins. Of course, Stella shoves over Casey who falls into Severide and that makes Brett and I crack up. Stella stays in the lead but Gallo follows close on her tail.

“GO! GO! GO!” Boden cheers on. From the looks of it he placed his bet on Stella.

“This is fun.” I turn to Brett who is laughing.

“Much better than sitting in front of the tv and watching Mouch and Herrman fight over the remote another night.” Brett laughs.

She was right. I haven’t been working here long but I did notice that when we had overnight shifts, everyone would gather and watch tv until super. This was much better. And Mouch and Herrman always make a big deal about the shows they watch, and I never get to watch the ones that I want.

“So true,” I said while taking a sip of my water.

“How long do you think this will last?” Brett turned to me.

“What do you mean? The race?” I turned to her.

“Yeah. I could see them calling for a rematch until midnight.” Brett laughed. “Casey would say that he didn’t have a proper start and wants a re-do.”

I laugh.

I look back at the race and they seem to be at the end of the course. Casey and Severide are laughing and shoving each other out of the way like boys and Stella is by far in the lead. Gallo is running in second but he looks like he is having fun.

“Come on, you are so close!” Boden yells at Stella. “Cross the line!”

When Stella breaks the ribbon that Mouch and Herrman hold, everyone stands up and cheers. Brett hugs Stella just as Gallo crosses the line.

“WINNER!” Boden holds up Stella’s hand.

“I… I want… a rematch.” Casey says, out of breath, as he crosses the line.

“Same.” Serveride leans on Casey for support.

Everyone laughs and I look right at Brett. “I was right.” She says to me.

“Yes, you were,” I say as I come over to Stella. “Nice one Stella. I think this means you are ready for your fitness part of the Lieutenants exam.”

“I hope so.” She laughs.

I then walk over to Gallo who is taking a drink of water. “Nice race,” I say to him, leaning on a post so that I am facing him.

“Well, I thought that Stella should get the win.” He smiled.

“Oh, sure.” I rolled my eyes.

“Sorry, you didn’t win the bet.” He leaned closer.

“Oh, it’s fine. Half of my bet goes to drinks at Molly’s.” I shrug.

“That’s true.” He smirked. Then he just stared at me.

I stared back at him. The blood rushed to my cheeks, but I held his gaze.

“What?” I asked after a minute.

“What?” He had a dorky smile on his face.

“You're staring at me.” I blush even more. How red can a person get?

“I am not.” He didn’t leave my eyes as he said it.

“Oh really.” I lean closer.

“Pizza!” Cruz jumped in the middle of us, scaring me half to death. “We are getting pizza tonight and I am taking orders. What do we want.” Cruz said, giving Blake a deadly glare.

“Um… Cheese.” Blake answered, a little afraid.

“Cheese is fine with me,” I say, pulling on Cruz’s arm. “You have our order now.”

“I am going to need someone to help with getting the pizza.” Cruz’s eyes didn’t leave Blake’s. “Gallo, want to help?” He said more of a threat.

“No, I will go.” I offered, trying to save Blake the humiliation of being in the car with Cruz.

“I… I should start cleaning this up before it gets dark out.” Blake said, talking about the mess of an obstacle course that was laying on the ground.

“Yeah. You should.” Cruz spats.

“Cruz, how about you get everyone's order and I will meet you at your truck.” I step in front of him so he is forced to look at me. I glare at Cruz.

“Fine.” He says reluctantly.

I turn back to Blake and sigh.

“I think he was going to kill me.” Blake laughs.

“He might still.” I joke.

“That’s not funny. He totally could kill me.” Blake laughs.

“I should get going before he comes back here and drags you into a dark alley.” I laugh.

“Yeah, I have a mess to clean up anyway.” He smirks.

I nod and then walk back inside. Before I go through the doors I look back at Blake and he now has a broom in his hand, but he turns and looks at me. His dorky smile sends butterflies to my stomach and I blush and duck inside.

When I get to Cruz’s car he is already in the car with a notepad of everyone's order. I take the paper and look it over to make sure that everyone’s name is on it.

“So two large Candian Bacon. two large Pepperonis, and three large cheese?” I confirm.

“Yep,” Cruz says in a better mood than before.

“Are you ever going to stop glaring at Gallo when I talk to him?” I ask, leaning back in my seat and enjoying the ride.

“Nope. Never.” He says firmly.

“I am not a little kid anymore. You don’t have to protect me.” I argue.

“You will always be like a little sister to me. That means that no one is good enough for you.” Cruz says like it’s a matter of fact or something.

“But you like Gallo. You think he is a nice guy.” I say, remembering all the times Cruz was telling me about his friends at 51 while I was still training.

“But it’s different if you date him,” Cruz says.

“Look, I like him,” I confess. “I know you're just trying to look out for me, but I can do that for myself. So please, will you lay off?!”

It was silence.

As we drove into the pizza place, Cruz stopped the car and grabbed the notebook. Before he opened the door to his car he turned to me. “I will try.”

“Thank you.” I sighed. Then we got out of the car and went inside to place an order for pizza.

When we got back to the station everyone was already inside shouting about a rematch or how they want their money back. When we walked through the doors with pizza everyone started to crowd us now.

“Oh, that smells good.” Gallo came over and took the pizzas I was holding out of my hands and set them on the counter.

He handed me a plate as he opened up the boxes to find the cheese. I took a few slices and grabbed a pop from the fridge. I sat next to Blake who was talking to Ritter about a story or something.

“Yeah, and then right as I was about to jump down, I heard a ripping noise and knew that I had ripped my pants.” Gallo laughed as he was telling Ritter his story.

“You ripped your pants?” I chuckled.

“Oh yeah.” Ritter laughed. “This smooth talker thought that if he could climb a tree and get a volleyball out of it that he would get a girl's number.” Ritter filled me in.

“It didn’t work and I lost a pair of pants that day.” Blake pretends to be sad about it.

“Oh my.” I shook my head and laughed.

“So, you have any embarrassing stories?’ Ritter asked me. “We are sharing after all.”

“Nope,” I said as I took a bite of my pizza.

“You have never done anything embarrassing?” Blake asked, questioning me.

“No. I don’t get embarrassed.” I said while sitting up a little straighter.

“I don’t believe that.” Ritter laughed. “Hey, Cruz!” He said to Cruz who was sitting in front of the tv. Cruz looked up. “Got any embarrassing stories of Ginna over here?”

I glared at Cruz, not wanting him to spill anything. If anyone knew embarrassing things about me it would be him. Cruz seemed to know this so a smile spread on his face.

“I might have a few good ones.” He stood up and walked to our table. “How much time do you have?”

“Oh, I don’t have that many stories,” I said sarcastically.

“Oh, I think you do.” Cruz sat down next to Ritter and across from me and Blake. “Where should I start? How about the time you thought that the guy at the pool was actually selling popsicles but actually you bought drugs?”

I put my face in my hands. I forgot about that one.

“Okay, I think I need to hear this,” Blake said, shifting in his chair to pay more attention.

“Well one day at our neighborhood pool, Ginna really wanted an orange popsicle.” Cruz started. “So when she saw that there was a sign for popsicles outside the pool gates, she grabbed money from her mom’s purse and went over to buy it. How much money did you take again?” Cruz asked me.

“Okay, so I didn’t know how much money they would cost so I grabbed a hundred dollars.” I looked up at Cruz. “But you are forgetting that before that I had asked you to buy me one and you refused.”

“Yeah, well I knew they weren’t actually selling popsicles.” Cruz throws it back at me. “Anyways with the hundred bucks she walks right up and orders three popsicles.”

Blake looked over to me, smiling from ear to ear. I might not have been such an open book as I had thought.

“When I asked him for them he told me to bug off,” I said, taking over the story. “When I started to get mad he confessed to not having any orange popsicles left. I showed him the money and said that I wanted some now.”

“You showed him the money?” Ritter said, laughing off his chair.

“Yeah. I was dumb and showed the tiny drug dealer a hundred bucks and asked him to give me what he had if he didn’t have any orange ones left.” I shook my head. “So when he handed me a popsicle box I didn’t care to look inside before I handed him the money.”

“You didn’t even check!?” Blake held his side and he was laughing so hard.

“I was five. I didn’t think that drug dealers were eleven-year-old kids.” I said to my defense.

“And then tell everyone what happened.” Cruz wiped a tear from his face because he was laughing so hard.

“I jumped into the hot tub at the pool with the box in my hands to hand it out to everyone.” I covered my face with my hands. “The hot water and the drugs didn’t mix well and in like three minutes we had a hot tub that looked like weed tea.”

“The pool had to be closed for two weeks because this girl got drugs into the filtration system.” Cruz laughed.

“I am not proud of that.” I shook my head. “It was an accident.”

“And what did you do the next time you saw that drug dealer?” Cruz edged me on.

“I gave him a wedge and shoved him into the pool in the deep end,” I said in a quiet voice.

“What was that?” Blake leaned in closer. “Did you just say you gave him a wedge and shoved him into the pool?”

“You heard me correctly.” I looked up to meet his gaze. He was laughing so hard and I hadn’t noticed before but everyone in the room seemed to have heard my story and was laughing with me.

“So, what you are telling me is to watch out for any popsicle stands?” Brett said, resting a hand on my shoulder.

“Ha Ha.” I looked up at her. “I was young.”

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to talk to strangers?” Casey asked in a joking tone.

“They did, but I wanted an orange popsicle,” I argued. “He was just eleven. I had no idea that his cardboard sign was just a ruse to hide his real business.”

“What did your parents say when they found out you bought drugs with their money?” Ritter asked.

“They weren’t happy but they got mad when I told them that I spent the whole hundred on the drugs.” I laughed.

“Okay, can we just take a second? So, if you thought it was actually popsicles in that box, did you really spend a hundred buck on it?” Blake said thinking about it for a second.

“Yes,” I grumbled as I put my head on the table.

Then there was another burst of laughter.

“So I might have ripped my pants for a girl, but you bought drugs from an eleven-year-old.” Gallo laughed. “I think you win with the most embarrassing story.”

“Yeah, I so wanted to win,” I said sarcastically.

We sat around the table sharing jokes and playing card games together for about an hour more. We laughed and after telling a few more stories around the table I didn’t feel so embarrassed. Everyone shared and it soon became a competition to see who had the worst story.

I looked over to Blake a lot and watched as he bluffed in poker and failed in Janga. He would catch my eyes every once and a while and give that dorky smile that sent butterflies to my stomach.

It was late and people were starting to get tired. I myself was having a hard time keeping my eyes open, but didn’t want to miss a thing.

I felt a warm hand squeeze mine under the table and I looked over to Gallo who was looking at me.

“You should get some rest.” He said softly so the others didn’t hear.

“I am not tired.” I lied but my body betrayed me as I yawned afterward.

“I beg to differ.” He smiles at me. “Go to bed.”

I smile in defeat and nod my head. I slowly slip my hand out of his and stand up. I tell everyone I am going to bed and then leave for the sleeping quarters.

[rosyredlipstick]

guess who watched high school musical 2 and got caught up in the ryan/chad of it all: a conchell AU

this is pure 100% cheese. thats ur warning. also unbeta-ed.

Spending the entire summer at their mother’s golf resort had sounded like a dream for exactly 3 seconds, until Mitchell remembered the…. Everything about his siblings. 

When he wasn’t pulling Sebastian away from flirting with all their guests and the entire staff, he was lecturing Scarlett and Drew about taking advantage of the concierge service, making sure Stefan and Valentina weren’t spending too much time in the sun and were definitely drinking virgin cocktails, reigning in Lacey and Sophia’s pranks, and making sure Sabrina was happy in her first summer enrolled in the youth program. Oh, and he was choreographing a major number for the end of summer talent show. So. Full plate. 

Still, it was nice he had convinced Will to come along for the summer. While he was one of Mitchell’s official guests, he had quickly befriended the entire young staff in the kitchens and by the poolside. More than often, when they were on their walks around the resort, Will would no doubt be called out to or greeted by grinning teens in red and white polos. 

Mitchell, used to his friend’s sunflower attraction toward attention, smiled knowingly and let it happen without a complaint. At least Will was enjoying himself--he’d been way too stressed about his pre-med program the last few months and, with Mitchell spending most of his time at the resort trying to rein in his power-drunk sibling, he was glad his friend wasn’t spending the summer alone at the poolside. 

Of course, with all his new acquaintances, that also meant that Will’s tendency to interfere with Mitchell’s personal relationships appeared. 

“I’m telling you, you need to hang out with friends more, you’ve been busy all summer!” Will was smiling brightly. “This is the perfect opportunity!” 

“Yes, the perfect opportunity to intrude on a social gathering!” Mitchell protested, “It’ll be weird if I go. You should just go and have fun, don’t worry about me.” Mitchell sighed, “I don’t want them to be uncomfortable! This is their down time, I don’t want to ruin it by being the boss’s kid.” 

Will rolled his eyes, “It’s a baseball game, Mitchell.” 

Mitchell shook his head, final. “Sorry. But I don’t think so. Text me afterward, okay? We can grab ice cream.” Will said nothing. He peeked a look back to the other boy, “Unless there’s something else?” 

Will sighed and looked off to the side as his cheeks colored. “Okay, listen, of course I really want you there because you’re my best friend and everything but also -” 

“There’s a guy.” Mitchell guessed, bored. Will found the love of his life at least once a week. “Who is he?”

Will didn’t even put up a fight. “I’m not sure if you know him. He works in the coffee shop? Pale, dark hair, sharpest cheekbones I’ve ever seen?”

Mitchell thought for a second, “Nico?” He guessed. Nico, for the past few months, has consistently served him the best caramel macchiato he’d ever had every morning. Mitchell dreamt about that drink, on especially good nights.  

Will melted into a dreamy mess. “Yeah. Nico.” 

Mitchell blew a puff of hair up into the hair around his face, “I mean…” He grimaced, “If you need a wingman or something -”

“Yes!” Will was already celebrating, “Thank the gods, thank you! I mean, I think you’ll enjoy yourself at the game and everyone’s really cool, but yes! Okay, if you could just like, set up a really good opportunity for me and Nico to be together like, alone, I’d so appreciate it -” 

Will continued to ramble about the perfect situation Mitchell could set up, including the ideal mood lighting, when Mitchell interrupted him.

"Is Percy okay?" Percy had just rushed by, looking upset, and hopped in his mother’s car without a word to either of them--odd, as he usually offered at least a hey guys! If not a full on conversation that left Mitchell feeling like a better person for having it. It was kind of his thing. 

"Oh, he's in turmoil because he feels like he has to choose between swimming or singing with Annabeth at the talent show and he doesn’t know which to choose." 

“Oh.” 

Will wrinkled his nose, “Yeah, he’s kinda got his own thing going on right now. I saw him dancing by himself in the golf course earlier, but I thought I’d just give him some space.”

“Smart,” Mitchell commented, growing a bit uneasy as they approached the field. There was a crowd already assembled there with a smaller circle throwing a baseball back and forth. As they approached, a few people called out to Will in excitement but it wasn’t until they were faced with a smaller inner group of people that Mitchell was addressed. 

A tall, smirking guy with wild curls was the first to greet him, lightly tossing a baseball into his own mit as he spoke. “Brought a friend, Will?” 

Will smiled brightly. “Yeah! This is Mitchell.”

“Trust me, I know who Mitchell is.” His humor-filled gaze flickered to Mitchell himself. “Nice to finally meet you.” 

Mitchell’s cheeks heated. “You know me?” 

Travis let out a small disbelieving laugh. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Travis elbowed the guy at his side, who shared similar curls and features. “And this is my brother, Connor.” 

“Hello, I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” Mitchell held out his hand with a smile. “I’m Mitchell. You’re on the staff, here?” 

Despite the incredibly stupid question Mitchell just asked considering Connor’s bright red LIFEGUARD tank top he still wore, Connor was kind enough to nod along with Mitchell’s obvious question, his eyes wide. Mitchell’s hand, still extended out to him, wobbled in the air. 

He was a second away from dropping his arm and shaking it off completely when Connor seemed to realize that he was waiting for a handshake in the first place and nearly dived for it. In his haste, he almost completely tripped over himself and onto Mitchell. 

“Oh, well,” Mitchell caught him before he could take them both down on the dirt field. “Are you okay? Is it too hot or something?” Connor’s face was strangely pale compared to his brother’s, despite the mid-afternoon summer sun. Mitchell resisted the urge to reach out and touch his skin for sun stroke. 

“So hot,” Connor whispered, in his arms. Mitchell stared down at him in concern.

A girl--Katie, maybe--came up beside him and physically took Connor out of his arms, a tight smile on her lips. “This is nothing, he’s just dehydrated.”

“More like thirsty.” A girl across from them muttered.

Katie continued on like no one said anything. “Let’s get some water in you, dude.” 

Will was smiling on like this interaction was completely normal. “So anyway I was wondering if Mitchell could join our game?” 

“Hmm, well this is an employee-only game.” Despite his words, the light tease in Travis’s voice kept Mitchell from getting nervous about the whole situation. “But it does raise the stakes.” 

That Mitchell could work with. His lips stretched out into a wide grin. “Yeah? What were you thinking?” 

Travis clicked his tongue, “How do you feel about being Captain? I take one team, you take the other.”

He thought it over then nodded. “That sounds fair. What’s the prize?” 

Travis shrugged, messing with the baseball in his mit as he spoke. “Any ideas?” 

Mitchell pretended to think, already knowing what he wanted. With a group this size, his choreo could really expand into something great. “If you lose, you guys have to join my dance group for the talent show.” 

“Hmm,” Travis looked to the girl at his side--Phoebe, he thought, another lifeguard. She once helped him with Sabrina’s floaties. “We’ll consider that. Guys?” The circle of employees gathered a bit closer to talk it over. Will shot him an excited look. 

Suddenly, in the midst of their talking it over, Connor burst from the huddle and pushed his way over to Mitchell. “I’ll give you fifty dollars if you let me on your dance team.” 

“Wait, no -” Travis grabbed his shoulders from behind to push him back, “Connor, we’re trying to negotiate with him!” 

“Oh,” Connor nodded seriously and turned back to where Mitchell was waiting, amused. “I’ll pay two hundred -” 

Katie slapped a hand over his mouth and dragged him back to the crowd, him protesting all the way. Travis looked back to Mitchell, tired. “Just ignore him, please.”

Mitchell watched him sink back into the crowd, something small curled at his lips. “I don’t think I can.”

“Anyway,” Katie was the one to speak now. “We talked it over, that sounds fine. If we lose, we’ll be in your show.” 

Mitchell had to resist punching the air in excitement. “Great.” 

Travis leaned back with his arms crossed, looking him over. “And what do we get if we win?” 

“Well, what do you want?” 

“Dinner and a movie,” Connor choked out, almost like he didn’t mean to.

Mitchell raised an eyebrow, “An catered employee afternoon in the movie theatre?” He thought it over, then shrugged. “I could probably arrange that.” 

Travis rubbed at his forehead, “I - sure. Yeah, that sounds fun.” 

“Alright,” Mitchell smiled with a small shrug of his shoulders. “I guess it’s game on, then.” 

...

Of course, against a batch of peers who had been playing baseball all summer, Mitchell was bound to lose. However, they didn’t lose as hard as he expected. 

After the match, when Mitchell was left aching from the game and loss but proud despite it, Will sunk down next to him at the picnic table. “Good game. I didn’t think you’d get so into it.” 

At the last moment, Mitchell had ended up diving for a ball, completely dirting up his outfit. He had caught it, and it had counted, but two players had already made it home in the meantime. Still, it was a close loss. 

Mitchell smiled slightly. “Me neither. But it was worth a shot at a full dance group.”

Will laughed softly, “Still. Great catch.” 

“It really was.” They both looked up at the new voice--Katie, from before. She’d been on Travis’s team with Connor, Jason, Leo, Annabeth and a few others. The rest of the group was mostly dispersed by now, most of them arranging rides home or plans to grab food. “We haven’t had a game that fun in a while.” 

At her arrival, Will stood and offered her his seat. Which was kind, but also definitely just a ploy to escape and run off wherever Nico was lurking. Mitchell waved him off with a roll of his eyes before returning back to the conversation. Katie took his place without a word. 

“Well, I’m happy to help. It was a good time, you guys work well together.” Mitchell shot her a knowing grin. “I’ll start working out the theatre rental. Any movie requests?” 

She shrugged, “We can take a vote on it. But we’ve also been talking.” Katie had an amused twinkle in her eye. “We’re in. We’ll still do your show, it sounds fun.” 

Mitchell sat up completely, a bolt of excitement hitting him. “Wait, really?” At her nod, he absolutely lit up. “Oh my god, it’s gonna be such a fun show, I promise!” He got to his feet in excitement and threw his arms around her shoulders in a hug, pulling away promptly. “Oh my god, wait, I’m covered in dirt I’m so sorry -” 

She waved it off but stood herself. She, too, was covered in dirt from the game so didn’t seem to care much at any additional. 

He couldn’t help but babble on. “It’s going to be so much fun. You won’t regret it.”

She smiled at him, looking like she was indulging him. “I know. Anyway, just a moment,” She disappeared for a few moments only to return, dragging Connor by the wrist. She pushed him toward Mitchell, almost bumping them into each other. “Connor will be your contact point for organizing this. Trade numbers, will you? For planning.”

“Oh, sure!” Mitchell fumbled to get his phone out and hand it over. Connor’s phone appeared under his hand faster than he thought possible. 

Katie left them alone as he punched in his own phone and name, drifting back to where Travis and a few others were waiting. He handed back Connor’s phone, suddenly closer to the other boy than he had realized. He paused. 

“You have grass in your hair.” Connor breathed out. 

“Oh,” Mitchell dipped his head in embarrassment and rubbed at his head. “Oops.” 

“I -” Connor gestured to his own temple. “Other side?” 

He tried but Connor only stepped forward slightly into his space, reaching out slowly. “Let me -” Mitchell felt a slight pull on his hair, not painful. Connor pulled away with a blade of grass in between two fingers. 

“Got it,” Connor said weakly, staring down at him. 

“My hero,” Mitchell teased. Connor nodded gravely at that, like he was accepting a mission.

Connor licked his lips before he spoke. “That was a really good catch. You’re a good player.” 

“Baseball’s just a dance of its own.” Mitchell shrugged, joking. “What can I say? I’m just that much of a star athlete.” Connor nodded, looking like he completely agreed. 

Before either of them could say anything further, Will called out to him and ran their way, grinning, with another guy at his side. “I heard the news! They’re still doing the show, that’s great!” Will was glowing, “See, coming to this was a great idea!” 

Mitchell stuck out his tongue, “You just wanted to brag that you were right.” 

“No!” Will looked behind where he had ran from and lit up, “Actually, I wanted to introduce you to Nico!” 

Nico, who trailed after him a few steps, walked up beside Will with a sarcastic roll of his eyes. Mitchell liked him already. “Next time you’re going to run off mid-conversation, can you at least give me a warning first? I’ll die before I jog after you in jeans.” 

“You’re the one who wore jeans to a baseball game!” 

“And why not? You think I’m gonna participate in this?” 

“Well, you’re an employee at an employee baseball game. Perhaps I thought you were going to play.” 

“Where would you get that idea? Have you not seen the everything about me?” 

“Hi, I’m Mitchell.” He stuck out his hand with a grin. He could sit here all day, truly, but he did have things to do. “You’re Nico?” 

“That’s me.” He raised an eyebrow. “You look familiar.

“Mitchell is one of Aphrodite’s kids. He’s a good one, don’t worry.” Will explained, shooting Mitchell a wince like he didn’t know exactly how his siblings were. 

Mitchell snorted, “On behalf of Drew and Scarlett, I can’t apologize enough.” 

“That… helps.” Nico winced. “I messed up Drew’s chai latte my first day on the job.” 

Mitchell groaned, “Again, I’m so sorry. I’ve been trying to get them to act like, you know, normal people -” 

Nico cut him off. “We work at a golf club. I get more cranky boomers in an hour than an AARP meeting.” Nico shook his head, “They’re a lot, but definitely not the worst customers to have. At least they tip well.” 

He could have wilted in relief. Across from him, Will’s eyes were nearly hearts. God, he was already lovesick. 

Which reminded him --

“Actually, Connor and I were just leaving. We’ll leave you two be.” Mitchell lightly grabbed Connor’s elbow to start steering him away. “Will, can you get a ride home? I’m probably going to be staying late.” 

Next to him, Nico perked up. “Oh, I can give you a ride? If you want? I’ll have to pick up my older sister but, um, it’s not that out of the way -” 

“I would love to.” Will looked perfectly composed, despite the screaming excitement that must be running through his head. He even managed to grab onto Nico’s hand as he led them away toward the parking lot. 

“Young love,” Mitchell commented, shaking his head fondly as the other couple walked off. “Must be nice.” He stepped back and dropped his hand from Connor’s elbow. “Oh, sorry!” He laughed lightly. “Sorry, I was recruited as Will’s wingman and I wanted to give them some time alone. Cute, right?”

Connor’s throat bobbled. “So cute. Um,” Connor made a jerky movement, like he was gonna run his hand through his hair but decided not to. “So you’re, uh, staying late?” 

“Yeah,” He blew some air up into the hair hanging over his face. “If you guys are gonna join the number, I want to have the choreo adjusted for a group before we start rehearsals.” 

“Cool, cool.” Connor nodded slowly, “Cool.” 

Now that he was closer, Mitchell could almost recognize Connor from his many shifts poolside. His lifeguard chair was almost right across from where Valentina would occasionally drag him to tan in the afternoon sun. Didn’t he once help Mitchell apply sunscreen, when Valentina ran to get slushies right when he was reapplying? 

His hands were cold, Mitchell remembered, or maybe his own skin was just that hot. He shivered when Connor applied the first handful of cream on his back. Mitchell had to advise Connor to take some of the sunscreen himself, after his own skin started to stain red. 

He was kind, was the point. Or at least, that’s what Mitchell remembered. 

Mitchell gestured at his parked golf cart as they approached it. “You want a ride anywhere? I’m heading toward the main pavilion.” 

Something wobbled in Connor’s expression before he spoke. “I could, um, go with you?” He said it as a question, looking slightly nervous as he spoke. 

“Yeah, sure! The employee entrance? Did you forget something?” 

“No, no, like -” Connor made another awkward gesture toward nothing. “Like, if you need help with the number? I could come? I mean, it’s never too early to get started on learning the dance, right?” 

Mitchell smiled, “Oh, sure! Do you have experience with dance routines?” 

Connor nodded confidently. “Yes.” 

“Really?” Mitchell turned to him in excitement. “Have you been in any dance groups before?” 

“Um. No.” 

“Oh, so like private lessons or something? A club?”

“Uh. No again.” His confidence was fully wavering now. 

Mitchell raised his eyebrows, “So what experience do you have?” 

“I sometimes dance in my room?” Connor scratched at the back of his head. “I, um. I didn’t think you’d ask many questions, actually.” 

Despite his awkwardness, Mitchell was… charmed by Connor’s fumbling. 

“Um,” Mitchell bit his smiling lip, looking away then back. “Actually, I was supposed to get ice cream with Will after the game.”

Connor deflated before he could finish. “Oh. Okay, yeah.” 

“No!” Mitchell was quick to correct. “I meant like, with Will going off with Nico, I still want to get it. With you. If that’s okay?” 

Connor’s expression bloomed into something so joyful, Mitchell was almost taken back. “I would… adore that.” 

“Adore?” Mitchell couldn’t help but tease. “Why’s that?” 

“I just,” He turned to Mitchell, his eyes wide. “I just really, really like ice cream.”

Mitchell bit his lip, “Me too. I mean, I really like ice cream. Ice cream is… sweet.”

Connor huffed out a small laugh, “Yeah. I, uh, agree.” He made an awkward little motion with his arm at the golf cart. “Um, shall we go?” 

Mitchell stepped forward and looped his arm with Connor’s. “Actually, I thought we could walk?” 

“I will do literally anything you want.” 

Mitchell laughed, “I’ll hold you to that.” 

To Mitchell’s amusement, Connor’s face turned a dark, dark red. He looked away, his lips pressed together in a small excited smile. Perhaps the baseball game hasn’t been such a bad idea.

[atlafan]

My Everything - Part Seven

A Take it Slow Sequel

What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, and smut! 

a/n: not proofread fam, I didn’t have the strength.

Masterpost

It was Louis and El’s first real weekend without Eliza May. Eleanor was taking it much better than she thought, probably since she’d be able to drink alcohol, and then she could just pump and dump. Her and Louis were getting their costumes on while you and Harry were doing the same.

“Will people even know what who we are?” He asks.

“Of course! We looks so cute too.” You kiss his cheek. “Now hold still so I can put your makeup on.”

You both walk out of your bedroom and see Lou and El in the living area, hanging out with Buster. They were dressed like their favorite soccer players. You and Harry were dressed up like Max and Roxanne from a Goofy Movie.

“You two look so cute!”

“Thanks!” You beam. “It was so easy to put together too.”

“You both ready?” Harry asks.

They both nod. You and Harry say goodbye to Buster, and across the street you go. When you walk in you see Niall dressed as The Flash and Wonder Woman.

“Now these are costumes.” You say, hugging them both. “Well done.”

“Look at the two of you! Very creative.” Sarah says. “Go get a load of Rachel and Mariah, they’re Harley and Black Canary.”

“Why did we not get the super hero memo?” Harry asks.

“None of us discussed it I swear!” She says.

You got find the two of them and say hello. You take a ton of pictures with your friends, and they make sure to take plenty of you and Harry. You feel sad when you see your friends taking tequila shots. Even Harry and the guys were drinking heavily.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Eleanor asks you.

“Um…not really, no.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s a stupid thing to be upset over.”

“I’m sure it’s not.” She smiles.

“I’m…on a specific type of medication that I have to take every day, and I can’t drink alcohol while I’m on it. I haven’t really drank since my birthday, and this is the first time I feel sad about it. I’m having fun, but…” You both look over at everyone. “I’m not having that kind of fun.”

“Well, I haven’t started to drink yet, so I won’t.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I really don’t mind. I made it nine months, remember?”

“Thanks.”

Niall and Sarah’s place was packed with people, and your very drunk fiancé was grinding on you while you danced. You could feel him growing harder against your ass, and it was starting to annoy you rather than turn you on. You turn around to face him.

“I’ll be right back, I need to use the bathroom.”

You step away from him and go down to the hall bath. You take a deep breath as you look at yourself in the mirror. El grabs Harry’s wrist before he can follow you.

“What?”

“I think you should start drinking some water.”

“Why?”

“Because…she told me she’s sad everyone’s having more fun than her.”

“She did?”

“Yeah…everyone’s pissed but her, Harry. Look around.” She gestures around to the people at the party. “She feels left out, H, and you’re not helpin’.”

“Shit.”

Harry stumbles into the kitchen and gets some water. You find him in there.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothin’, just think I’ve had enough is all. I have a plan to catch tomorrow, no need in havin’ a hangover, right?”

“Y/N!” Sarah says. “Come do a shot with Rach and I.”

“I can’t, Sarah.” You mumble.

“Why not?” She pouts. “Oh! Are you still taking that medication?” Your eyes widen and you look up at Harry.

“Sarah.” Niall grabs her by the waist. “Leave her be, alright?”

“Yeah, leave it alone.” Rachel says.

“All I did was ask her a question.”

“An invasive one.” Niall says. “If she doesn’t want to drink she doesn’t have to.”

“Will you all please just stop?!” You had enough. “I’m not some child you have to overprotect! You wanna know why I can’t drink? I’m on a medication to make it so I don’t black out and hurt Harry again, okay? I had a really bad flash months ago and I slapped him! My therapist prescribed it for me, and I can’t have alcohol with it because it’s also an antidepressant. Are you happy now?! I’m so fucked up in the head that I need pills to keep myself from doing something stupid!” Your eyes were glossy, and you were filled with rage.

You brush past all of them and make your way to the front door.

“Fuck, Sarah, you can have a real big mouth sometimes.” Harry says. “You couldn’t have just listened to your boyfriend for once? You’re always doin’ that to him, as if he doesn’t know what he’s talkin’ about.”

“He doesn’t know her better than I do.”

“No? I’m startin’ to think he’s the only real friend she has. Excuse me.”

Harry goes after you and leaves.

“Babe! Babe!” He runs down the hall and catches the elevator door. Your arms were crossed and you were crying.

“I feel like such an idiot. I ruined everyone’s good time.”

“No, honey, it’s okay.” He wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his chest.

“You were having fun though, and then I just blew up. I should go apologize.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “Maybe tomorrow when there isn’t a huge party happening you all can talk, but right now we should just go home.”

“What about Louis and Eleanor.”

“I gave Lou a key in case we left at different times, it’s all good.”

You and Harry get in the door, and you both say hello to Buster before going to wash all your makeup off. You hear Louis and Eleanor at one point, and Harry goes out to say goodnight to them. He kisses you to sleep. You would have let him love on you a little more, but you had your period. Not great timing before his trip to Wisconsin. He didn’t mind just holding you close to him though. It was what you needed more than anything.

//

“You’ve barely said anything to me since they left…” Sarah says as her and Niall get into their bed.

“I’m not quite what to say…”

“I’m going to apologize to her tomorrow, I know I was wrong.”

“Yeah, you were.” They both lay on their backs. Niall turns to look at her. “You really don’t listen to me often. You always think you know best…it bothers me. It’s like you don’t value what I have to say.”

“I’m sorry.” She turns to face him. “I don’t mean to make you feel that way.”

“I know you and Rachel are her best friends, and I know you both mean well and care about her…but Y/N and I got really close after everything happened. I’ve seen her in some different ways. I just wish you had let her tell you instead of making her so upset she blew up.” He sighs. “And now Harry’s goin’ away for a few days…you’ll need to fix this, Sarah.”

“I know, I know. I feel terrible okay? I got too drunk, and-“

“Yeah, but you should have known not to bring it up from when we went to Homecoming. That’s the annoying part. You were told to let it go, and you didn’t. It’s like you’re not used to bein’ told no.” He huffs.

“Well, to be fair, I’m not.”

“What?”

“Oh come on, Niall. I was an only child, I was a rainbow baby…admittedly I was a little spoiled.”

“Yeah, well, you’re a fuckin’ adult now. You’re twenty-five years old, grow up.” He huffs and turns away from her, leaving her speechless.

She sighs and rolls to her other side. Niall rarely got mad at Sarah like this. She was his baby girl, and she knew she fucked up with you.

//

“Please call when you get there.” You tell Harry and Louis the next morning.

“We will, love.” Harry says, giving you another kiss goodbye. “I love you, be good.”

“You be good too.” You wink at him.

“My Lou.” Eleanor and Louis share a nice embrace, and just like that the boys are out the door. You sigh heavily. “They’ll be back before you know it.”

“I know. I’m more so sighing because Sarah will be here any minute.”

You and Sarah sit out on the balcony while El FaceTime’s with her mother and Eliza May.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N…I shouldn’t have pushed you like that.”

“I just wasn’t ready for you all to know. It’s embarrassing…”

“No! It’s not, it’s super normal to-“

“I know it’s normal, okay? I just feel like it’s another thing with me. I feel like there’s always something going on with me so I didn’t want everyone to know just yet.”

“I’m sorry. I think I got pushy because you didn’t tell us about what happened to you right away, so any time I feel like you’re keeping something I think it’s the worst possible thing and-“

“But that’s still something I needed time to tell you.”

“I know.” She looks down and then back to you. “I wasn’t a very good friend last night…I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay…you were drunk.”

“That’s not an excuse. I had no right.” You smile at her and give her hand a squeeze. “So…the meds…they help?”

“Mhm, a lot. I haven’t had a flash since I started them.”

“That’s great!”

“It wasn’t all on you last night either. I was jealous that you all were having fun. I was having fun too, but I do miss getting buzzed. And Harry was drunk, and I love him when he’s drunk, but I got annoyed, and-“

“It must be really hard…we can all try to stop.”

“No, I don’t want that. None of you need to change things up for me. Just stop asking me if I want a drink.” You smirk.

“Deal.”

//

Louis taps on Harry’s shoulder to get his attention. He takes his earbuds out and pauses his movie.

“You know you don’t have to ask if you want to cuddle.” Harry smirks.

“Maybe later.” Louis laughs. “I thought since we’re up in the air now and you can’t escape, I could talk to you about somethin’.”

“Oh Christ, what is it?”

“Well…you know how mine and El’s wedding will be in the U.K.?”

“Yeah…?”

“We won’t be comin’ back to the states after.”

“Yeah, you mentioned you might honeymoon in Spain, right?”

“Yes, but after that…we still won’t be comin’ back to the states, mate.” Harry’s face falls. “Her entire family is over there, we don’t have anyone here.”

“You have Niall and I…”

“You both are two hours away, you might as well be across the pond with her family. We both want Eliza May to grow up with family. I may not have a mum and sister anymore, but Eleanor does. This is important to both of us. I can freelance anywhere, that’s the beauty of it. And she’s already lookin’ for jobs in London. We’re hopin’ to live just outside the city near her family.”

“But…what about Freddie?”

“To be honest Bri was only stickin’ around here for me…she works remotely, and she said it would be easy for her to switch to London time. She’d move out there, I think she’s been wantin’ to go back too. It’s time, Harry.”

“Lou…I…”

“Just think, when you take your long trips we’ll be able to see each other. I’ll be able to see Mitch and Sarah, and I can check in on your mum.”

“I guess that’s true.” He sighs. “I know this is somethin’ you have to do…but I’m not excited about it. I mean…”

“I know you’ll miss Fred and Eliza May, but we can keep FaceTiming like we do now. Not much will change, you’ll just need a plane when you want to come visit, and so will I.”

“Suppose I’m used to missin’ yeh already.” He shrugs. “Have you told Niall?”

“Yeah, he knows. Told him over the phone. I knew you’d need a bit more attention.” He smirks.

“Gee, thanks.” He rolls his eyes. “So…you’re not movin’ before the wedding?”

“No, El wants to make sure she has a job lined up and all that. I mean, we could, but we have an infant and it would just be a lot. She’ll be goin’ back to work soon…it just gives us more time.”

“Well, we better fuckin’ hang out a ton while we’re still in a close proximity to each other.”

“Deal.”

//

After Sarah left, you and Eleanor went take Buster for a walk. The air was brisk, but it was nice. You loved the fall weather. She looks at her phone and sees a text from Louis.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I have somethin’ to tell yeh, and Lou just texted sayin’ he told Harry, so I have the go ahead now.”

“Alright.”

“After the wedding, we’re movin’ to the U.K.”

“Oh my!” You stop to look at her.

“My whole family is over there. Bri’s even been wantin’ to get back there too, so it just makes sense for everyone. I start work back up in a week or so, and I’m already lookin’ for jobs in London. We just don’t have anyone here. You guys are great and all, and I know Harry’s family to Lou, but-“

“I get it. I’d wanna be close to family too. It would kill me if I had a baby and my parents rarely got to see them. Louis told Harry on the plane?”

“Yeah.”

“Smart.” You chuckle. “Probably didn’t get too upset then.”

“I don’t think so. I’m sure he’ll call you later and blubber like a baby in true Harry fashion.”

“You’re probably right. I know it’ll suck, but you guys are doing what’s best for your family.”

“Exactly.” She sighs. “Plus, going back for the healthcare alone just made a lot of sense to us.”

“And Bri’s just able to move with Freddie?”

“I guess she’s been wantin’ to move back for quite some time, but she didn’t want to take Freddie away from Lou. She’s nice in that way. I think that’s what really started the entire conversation. We’re hoping to all live outside of London so we’re still in a close proximity. Fred should be with his family too, you know?” You nod and keep walking, Buster right at your side.

“You know, when I first really got close with Niall my biggest fear was that he was going to move back to Ireland, and he very well could do that someday. I couldn’t imagine always having to fly out to see your family, and only for special occasions.”

“At least video chattin’ is a thing. It helps you feel not so left out.”

“Right…now sometimes I get nervous that Harry might want the same thing…but at the same time it would be really silly. He’s made a life for himself here.”

“I don’t see Harry goin’ back. He loves London and his family, but he’s better here, from what I’ve been told. If he really wanted to move back there, he would have after grad school.”

“You’re right.” You smile as her words put you at ease. “Well, I’m happy for you guys. It’ll really be a fresh start to your lives as a married couple.”

“Exactly! A whole new adventure.”

//

Harry and Louis both call you and Eleanor once they’ve landed. They check into their hotel, and have fun eating and drinking at the bar downstairs. What they didn’t know was that you had arranged for some other things for them. The game was two days away, so you had arranged a stadium tour for the two of them tomorrow.

They were both in awe as they got to walk through and listen to the history. Harry bought a new sweatshirt, and some other memorabilia. He finds a Wisconsin key chain he thinks you might like.

“Just a key chain?”

“I think she’s kill me if I got something that had the Packers logo on it.”

“Oh right, she’s really into the Patriots.”

“You have no idea.”

That night, they check out the night life, and have a great time just getting to spend time together one on one. It was rare, and they both enjoyed it.

“So, you’ve set the date and all that. You must be really excited.”

“We’re thrilled, mate. With you, uh, movin’ back and all, will you still have time to be my best man?”

“Of course! I may not be able to fly back for every little thing, but you’ve got me in your pocket if you wanna FaceTime me in. I’ll of course come for the bachelor party, that’s a given.”

“You better.” He laughs.

“Have you two asked Niall about officiating yet?”

“Not yet, I think when we get back we’re gonna take him to dinner. It’s hard gettin’ him alone now that him and Sarah are livin’ together.”

“Has Y/N decided who she wants her maid of honor to be yet?”

“No, she said she wants to talk to Rachel and Sarah about it. She doesn’t their feelings to get hurt if she chooses one over the other.”

“They should just make it like a rotation, so when they all get married some day they can take turns. Like if say Rachel is Y/N’s maid of honor, then Y/N could be Sarah’s, and then Sarah could be Rachel’s.”

“That’s what I think the conversation is going to look like. We’re goin’ cake tasting soon, that’ll be fun.”

“You’ll love that. It was a lot of fun for El and I.”

“You must be getting excited to make things official soon.”

“We’re very excited. Fred’s gonna look so cute walkin’ down the aisle with the rings. He tells me all the time how he’s gonna do it, and then when it comes over he struts around.” He laughs. “Here look.” He takes his phone out to show Harry a video.

“Oh my god, he’s too cute. I know it’s a lot of work, but I can’t wait to have one of my own.”

“How soon after you get married do you think you’ll get to work on that?”

“Pretty soon since the wedding is nearly two years away. I’ll already be twenty-eight, and she’ll be turnin’ twenty-seven that summer. I was hoping to start havin’ ‘em sooner than that, but she said when we go on our honeymoon we could start trying.”

“There’s really no rush for it, Harry. I love Freddie, but if I could’ve waited longer to start havin’ kids, I would have. Enjoy the time that you have less responsibility, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The boys cannot wait to get to the stadium again for the game. You had gotten them really good seats.

“She did a great job, if you weren’t already marrying her I’d say you’d need to wife her up immediately.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty amazing.” Harry sends you some pictures of them in front of the field, and it makes you smile.

This was the first trip where Harry wasn’t totally sad to be away from you, probably because he had his best friend with him. He missed you of course, but he was with the other person he liked spending his time with. You were having a great time with Eleanor too. She stayed home with Buster during the day while you were at work. You found her to be an incredible cook as well.

The Packers didn’t win their game, but it didn’t matter to Harry. He was just so thrilled that he finally got to see them play, and didn’t have to watch on the small screen of his phone. They had to catch their flight out almost immediately after the game ended. Harry and Louis couldn’t stop talking about the game almost the entire flight home. It was a great little trip. As they touched down in Boston, they couldn’t wait to get home to their girls.

//

“Night, El.” You yawn.

“You’re not waiting up for the boys?”

“It’s getting late, and I have to work tomorrow. Harry’ll come in when he gets home.” You smile.

Your period always exhausted you. You wanted to stay up a bit longer, but you knew you’d be a zombie tomorrow if you did. You were just about to fall into sleep when you heard the door creak open. Harry was tip toeing in, and you smile when you see him quietly go into the bathroom. He slips into bed with you and wraps himself around you. You sigh happily.

“You’re awake?” He whispers.

“Mhm. How was it?” You whisper.

“Amazing. I’ll come see yeh for lunch tomorrow to tell you all about it.”

“You and Louis had fun?”

“We had the best time, thank you so much.” He kisses your cheek and then your lips before settling back in to spoon you.

“You’re more than welcome.”

“The stadium tour was so cool. I can’t wait to show you the pictures I took.”

“I can’t wait either.” You adjust back against him, and you just feel so cozy. “Missed you, baby.”

“Missed you too, angel.”

//

It was a tough goodbye the next morning after breakfast, but so it goes. You let Buster go to work with Harry. He actually missed his daddy for a change.

“Hey, Harry’s having lunch with me today, just FYI.” You tell Niall once you’re at work.

“Alrighty.” He smiles. “They had a good time?”

“Mhm, I think they both really enjoyed it.”

“I knew they’d need the alone time. When Lou told me they were movin’ back home…well, I just knew they’d need to be together a bit. And now they have these nice memories.”

“Yup. So, what are you doing this weekend? Speaking of alone time, Harry and I have been craving some Niall time.”

“Just me?”

“Mhm.”

“Friday night is usually date night for Sarah and I, but I could probably do Saturday.”

“Great! We were thinking of just going out for a simple bite.”

“Cool, yeah, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind the alone time, or maybe her and Rachel could hang out.” He shrugs.

“Perfect! Just let me know once you confirm it.” You smile and leave his office.

Harry shows up at noon like he said he would, with Buster, and you two eat. He tells you all about the tour and shows you the pictures.

“Oh! And I got you a little key chain too.” He pulls it out of his pocket and hands it to you.

“Aw, thank you, sweetie.” You give him a peck on the lips and add the chain to your keys. “I love it.”

“I can’t thank you enough for putting all that together for us. It was a great few days.”

“It was my pleasure, Harry.” He stands up and puts his hands on your hips.

“You look really nice today.” You had a pencil skirt and a blouse on, nothing out of the ordinary.

“Thank you.” He kisses you and you kiss him back, but you press against his chest. “That’s enough of that.” You giggle.

“One of these days I’m gonna get you bent over this desk, just you wait and see.” He smirks.

“Mhm, sure. Niall said he might be able to go out with us Saturday night.

“Oh, great! I gotta go, I have a one o’clock. I’ll see you at home, love you.”

“Love you too.” You kiss one more time before he leaves with Buster.

//

Harry’s hands were on you the second he got through the door. He missed you so much, and your period was over, so you were game for whatever he wanted to do. He had you on top of the kitchen counter, your skirt bunched up at your hips, and was thrusting in and out of you. You hand one hand in his hair and one hand on his shoulder. Both gripping at him furiously.

“Feels so fuckin’ good.” He groans. You moan your response when you feel his fingers rub your clit. “Need you naked, now.” He pucks you up, staying inside you, and waddles down to your bedroom.

You can’t help but giggle, but you’re left whimpering when he pulls out to set you down. He unbuttons your blouse and gets everything off of you. He strips himself as well, and then he’s back inside of you, one of your legs over his shoulder to get in nice and deep.

“Oh fuck!” You cry out as he hits your g-spot.

“Right there, baby?”

“Yes! Right there! So good, Harry.”

He drives in deeper and faster, making your body start to shake. You moan out his name as you release around him. He drops your leg and gets closer to you. His chest flush with yours. Your nails run down his back as he rocks in and out of you. You wrap your legs around his waist, the two of you were as close as you possibly could be.

“Love you so much.” He says into your ear.

“Love you too.”

“Love you forever.” He groans. He was starting to come to his own release.

“Forever and ever, Harry.”

He loses it and grips one of your hands as he fills you up. Your fingers intertwine as you both catch your breaths. You move to cup his cheeks so you can kiss him. Your tongues mold together and you both just enjoy the taste of each other. He pulls out of you and lays next to you, his hand drawing shapes on your stomach.

“I mean it you know?” You look at him. “I’ll love you forever, Y/N.”

“Well I should hope so because I plan to do the same.” You lean down and kiss the tip of his nose.

He watches you get up and slip into the bathroom. He lays on his back with his arms behind his head. He had the life he always wanted and dreamed of. His career was a successful one, and he was going to marry the perfect woman. You were the person he had waited his whole life for. Every person he had been with prior was just his journey to you, and only you.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Girl Next Door (Part 9) - Boys Night

Summary: The reader goes to boys night and learns a little more about Dean and his friends...

The Girl Next Door Masterlist

Pairing: Neighbor/Mechanic!Dean x baker!reader

Word Count: 2,100ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Enjoy!

Reader’s POV

You knocked once on Sam’s screen door the next night, stepping inside to hear a chorus of hello’s come from the kitchen area. You and Jack wandered back there, Jack setting a tub down on the counter, Sam staring blankly at you.

“Y/N. You are single handedly going to give the Winchester’s a coronary disease if you keep bringing cookies over all the time,” said Sam. You smiled and cracked open the tub, Sam cocking his head at you. “You brought a veggie platter in a cookie tub. Only you…”

“The rate at which Dean consumes my baked goods, I may have to institute the baker’s rule on him,” you said. You gave Dean’s friends a smile from where they were gathered at one end of the kitchen, Benny giving you a nod.

“I never heard of this baker’s rule,” he said.

“For every cookie you eat, that’s either exercise or some very healthy meals for the rest of the week. Checks and balances,” you said.

“You should really get on the Hunter’s garage diet,” said Benny.

“Bacon cheeseburgers from the diner for lunch?” teased Dean.

“You know I caught Dean eating a salad last week? I almost made him take a drug test. Thought he lost his mind,” said Benny.

“I eat salad for lunch everyday,” said Cas, sipping on his beer.

“Yeah but you like kale you freak of nature,” said Benny.

“Even I don’t like kale as much as Cas,” said Sam with a laugh, sticking to his water.

“Kale’s gross,” said Avy, swinging her legs off the counter edge. Benny gave her a fist bump, Cas rolling his eyes. “Can we get pizza now?”

“It’s already ordered,” said Sam with a laugh. “Mushroom free pizza.”

“I didn’t like that,” said Avy, wrinkling her nose. “But if it happens again, I got a cool pen to stab into my leg!”

“You are so a Winchester,” said Cas, ruffling her head as he walked past. He pulled out a pair of beers, offering them to you and Jack. You took yours but watched Jack decline his. “We’re not in a session right now. You can totally drink in front of me, Jack.”

“I think I’ll stick to water like Sam,” said Jack. Cas gave him a smile and put the drink back, tossing him a bottle of water instead. “So...what exactly do you guys do on boys night?”

“Well for those occasions where Avy joins us for boys night, normally we hang at somebody’s house, order pizza, watch movies, talk about stuff,” said Cas.

“So you guys have sleepovers like middle school girls,” you said with a smile. “Oh. Scandalous.”

Avy laughed, Sam rolling his eyes.

“Remember Jess on boys nights? Can you imagine her and Y/N together?” said Dean, Sam breaking out into a laugh.

“Those two together would have been hilarious,” said Sam, a funny smile on his face. “Scale of 1 to 10, how inappropriate would it be to call Eileen and invite her over tonight?”

“Oh, ten for sure. You’re so doing it though,” said Benny, grabbing Sam’s phone from the counter and handing it to him. Sam shook his head but left the room, returning a minute later and sitting back down on the stool. “So?”

“She’s gonna come over,” said Sam.

“Eileen? I love Eileen!” said Avy, Sam biting his bottom lip at her, scrunching up his nose.

“Hey, Avy. I heard you learned how to do a cartwheel at camp this week. Want to go outside and show me some?” you asked. She immediately hopped off the counter and was out the back door, Dean mouthing thank you to you as you went past.

Avy was pretty good and was showing you some somersaults too, even watching you do a few, the ground not as forgiving as you remembered when you were a kid. You rolled over onto your butt, Avy laughing at you when Dean whistled from the back door a little while later.

“Pizza’s here, Avy!” he called, walking outside, Avy rushing past and back inside. He chuckled as he helped you up to your feet, watching you wipe the dirt off your hands. “Thanks. For taking her out of there a minute.”

“S’no problem. Sam had that look on his face,” you said.

“Sammy hasn’t liked a girl like this since Jess. Those two had a deal you know, if anything ever happened to them. They wanted each other to be happy again. Sammy’s…”

“I get it. Learning to date again is hard,” you said.

“Come on. Let’s go have my friends embarrass me in front of you,” he said, grabbing hold of your hand.

“Oh, you do that all on your own, Dean,” you teased, winking at him and almost tripping when you tried to walk backwards. “You didn’t see that.”

“I make you weak in the knees, sweetheart?” he asked.

“You wish,” you said.

“Not going to argue with that one.”

“Never have I ever…” said Sam a few hours later, long after Avy was in bed. You were sat around the family room on a few couches, tucked into Dean’s side, listening to a summer storm pass through outside. “Never have I ever kissed a guy.”

“Oh come on,” you said, taking a sip of your beer, Eileen smacking him in the chest.

“Hey! Brain trauma here,” teased Sam.

“Shut up,” she said, taking a drink, smiling up at him. You watched Cas take a subtle sip, Benny rolling his eyes as he did one too. “Oh, there’s a story.”

“We don’t talk about it,” said Cas.

“We made like a hundred bucks though,” said Benny, smiling wide. “Pair of little blonde sorority girls dared us when I visited Cas one weekend at school.”

“Easy money,” said Cas.

“What are we counting here,” said Dean. “Cause like if we talking family, then I gave Sammy like five hundred million kisses when he was a baby.”

“And dad did and I really didn’t think that one through,” said Sam, taking a sip of his water, Dean laughing as he drank his beer. You looked at Jack, glancing down when he didn’t move. “Hey, dad’s count, Jack.”

“Our dad wasn’t big on that stuff...even when we were little. He was a doctor, always thought we had germs,” you mumbled.

“So your dad didn’t let you give him kisses when you were like, little little?” asked Benny.

“I don’t remember any,” you said, Jack nodding his head. “He was never...mom was the one who did that stuff.”

“Okay…” said Benny, wide eyed for a moment. “Anyone got any non-depressing shit they want to play?”

“Never have I ever gone to college as a student,” said Dean. Benny laughed and stood up, giving him a high five as the room drank.

“Never have I ever graduated college,” said Jack. Benny and Dean laughed and gave him a high five.

“What were you, Jackie boy?” asked Benny. “Let me guess, doctor dad, med school drop out sister...pre-med?”

“I’m surprised you’re not a cop with deduction skills like that,” said Jack. Benny made a face, nodding at Jack.

“Glad to see you’re warming up to me,” said Benny. “What you been doing all these years? Bakery stuff with your sis?”

“Odds and ends. Landscaping, construction, waiting tables, anything really,” he said.

“Jack’s opened a few businesses too,” you said.

“Failed businesses,” he mumbled.

“I know how hard it is,” you said.

“Me too,” said Benny. “The garage was supposed to be Deano’s job and then Humpty Dumpty over here had to crack his head open. I’m still expecting you to be a partner in this business scenario once you come back full time.”

“We’ll see,” said Dean, giving him a quick smile, watching Eileen start up the game again.

“Hello beautiful,” said Dean the next evening, holding out a few flowers when your front door opened.

“Well thank you Dean but I think Y/N might be a little jealous,” laughed Jack. You slid on your sneakers behind him, popping up to take the flowers as Dean groaned.

“Thank you, Dean,” you said, rolling your eyes at Jack, carefully setting the flowers down on the front table. “You got any plans tonight Jack? I’ll probably be home late.”

“Not really. Probably read my book more,” said Jack. “Maybe take a bike ride before it gets too late.”

“Well Sammy’s next door if you get bored,” said Dean, holding the door as you stepped outside.

“Alright. Have fun you guys.”

“This pretzel is amazing,” you said, offering some to Dean. He took a bite and hummed, giving you a thumbs up before he went back to his hotdog. “These opening guys are better than last week.”

“Main act is supposed to be rock and not country this week. That ought to be good,” said Dean, wiping his hands on his shorts when he finished eating. You caught him watching you for a moment, his lip twitching up when he saw you’d brought his flannel with you and was tied around your waist, his baseball cap on your head hiding your messy side braid. He looked you up and down but the softest smile formed on his face, like he’d forgotten you could see him in your peripheral.

After throwing away the trash, you sat down next to him, giving his a chaste kiss that had him blinking slowly at you. You simply smiled and held his hand, Dean squeezing your fingers together.

The Saturday night concert went later than the one on Sunday had and you were extra glad you had Dean’s warm flannel to put on when the sun had gone down.

“Hey, Y/N,” said Dean, swinging your hands together as you walked through the parking lot at the end of the night. “You want to-”

“Dean? Hey! How’s it going?” you heard to your left, both your heads turning. You saw a woman with a bright smile step over and away from a group of people, holding hands with a guy.

“Hi Lisa,” said Dean quietly, tugging on your hand, trying to walk you away.

“Should have known you’d go to the concert. Dean was always big on his rock music,” said Lisa to the guy she was. “You still over at the garage?”

“Mhm,” hummed Dean.

“Really?” she said. “Never moved on?”

“Yeah. Goodnight,” he said, walking away with you before she could say another word. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s alright,” you said, looking back over your shoulder. “Old friend?”

“Old ex,” he said. “I met her at Cas’ college. We dated for a summer. It didn’t end well. I’ve run into her a few times since. She likes to pretend that didn’t happen, show off her fancy lawyer boyfriend.”

“She kind of sounds like a bitch,” you said.

“She wasn’t. At least I thought she wasn’t. We had fun that summer and then she went back to college and she started treating me differently. I heard her tell her friends once I was too stupid for school. She said some other nasty stuff. I broke it off after that. I haven’t had a girlfriend since. Until now that is,” he said.

“Sounds like she was embarrassed of you,” you said.

“Yeah. I got that message loud and clear,” he mumbled. You spun around, walking backwards.

“Hey Lisa!” you shouted, watching her head whip around in the distance. “Dean’s awesome and the best boyfriend ever so thanks for screwing it up so I could have him! He deserves to be with someone that’s actually proud of him like I am!”

You grinned when you spun around, tugging a frozen Dean after you and over towards Baby.

“You’re awesome,” he said.

“You don’t ever have to be worried that you embarrass me, Dean,” you said. “Now weren’t you going to ask me something?”

“There’s a diner with good pie on the way home if you want to stop and grab a slice,” he said.

“I’d love to.”

A/N: Read Part 10 here!

[gothfoxx]

I read this fic recently where after giving izuku his quirk, all might works him way to hard, forces him to hide his pain from others, and hurts him when he can't hide it. All the while, izuku thinks its normal, and that all might is just trying to help him. could you do a one shot where dadzawa finds out and goes all "you will never touch this child again" mode? please i need comfort after all the angst.

Anon if it’s the fic I’m thinking of...I understand, here’s some comfort and if I can fit it in some Dadzawa fluff🖤

Also I’m using this song as inspiration cause it fits the way Aizawa would be feeling during the whole thing

Also sorry for my sins, I wanted to make it DAD Dadzawa 🙏

All of the students were back with their families for golden week so Aizawa was taking his time to get back home from the meeting with Ally Cat and the other vigilantes. He was going across an alcove that held a hidden beach when he heard the sound of retching. Normally that wouldn’t be enough to draw him in, drunks weren’t worth the trouble if they weren’t causing problems, what did have him looking down into the alcove was the sob that followed. It was the sob of a child, a child he had thought was safely at home with their mother.

Midoriya Izuku was huddling into the back of the alcove, right up against the rock of the short cliff, shivering and dry heaving. He was covered in dark marks and smudges, his shirt was way too thin for the weather and his wasn’t wearing any shoes. In the dark his hair and the smudges looked black while his pale skin looked sickly in the moonlight. Aizawa’s instincts had him jumping down the cliff in an instant, that probably wasn’t the best idea because the small boy flinched and curled into himself like he expected a blow. From here Aizawa could smell iron along with the bile. Midoriya was bleeding.

“Midoriya?” No response, “Midoriya?” Still nothing. Aizawa sat down in front of the boy, minding the sick, and tried again, “Izuku?” The kid’s head snapped up at the use of his first name. “S-Sensei? Why are y-you he-here?” Midoriya asked with chattering teeth. Thanking kami that he was in civilian clothes Aizawa took off his coat and draped it over his student’s trembling shoulders. “Well kid I could ask you that same question, I’m a off duty underground hero. What’s your reason?” He gently reached out and tilted Midoriya’s head so the light hit him better, the kid had a black eye that was swollen shut and a busted lip. “Who did this to you?” His voice remained calm but the instincts that made him jump down here were yelling at him to take this kid and book it. There was a crunch in the sand behind him just as Midoriya’s eyes grew wide and he gasped out “All Might”.

The crunch turned out to be a stray dog that came up to sniff them, whimpering into Midoriya’s side while the boy took to slowly petting its head. It didn’t take an idiot to put together the clues, the kid had a quirk he couldn’t control, he seemed unused to praise, he and Yagi knew each other before class, the low self worth, the clear aftermath of a harsh beating, and the fear at being found by Yagi. Obviously Midoriya was being abused by his father, a man who claimed that the boy was not in fact his. Aizawa had looked into the kid, he knew the boy got his quirk late and he wasn’t a stranger to a father leaving because of a quirk. It was plausible that a dead-beat might come back once he thought his kid was worth something now. “Midoriya does your mother know where you are?” He hopes that she doesn’t, that she wasn’t letting this happen. The boy stiffens and the dog whimpers again trying to snuggle the kid. “N-no, she d-doesn’t n-n-know. She i-is out of town.” Midoriya’s answer rings with a hollow note. “Mid- Izuku, where are you stay while she’s out of town?” The gut feeling is eating at him now chanting a montra of ‘grab him and run, hide’ and he was so close to giving in.

Midoriya didn’t get a chance to answer because another crunch in the sand, this one much heavier announced the arrival of someone else. The dog stood in the kid’s lap and growled. The figure standing behind Aizawa was the skeletal form of Toshinori Yagi. It wasn’t the Yagi or All Might Aizawa was used to and annoyed by, this Yagi had looked less like death was at his door and more like he was the reaper coming to collect his bounty. “Midoriya you shouldn’t run off like that, look you’ve worried this poor man and his dog. Come along we need to go back to the agency.” And if Aizawa hadn’t grown up hearing the same tone of fake concern from his mother or afterwards when dealing with domestic abuse cases he might have fallen for it. Standing up to his full height and letting all the protective rage and childhood fear fuel the fire behind his glare Aizawa growled out, “he isn’t going back with you. He’s never going with you anywhere again! I don’t care if he is your kid or not Yagi, you are never laying a hand on him or going near him again! I’ll make sure of it!” All Might blinks in shock then recognition, “Hello Aizawa, didn’t take you as a dog person. Now why can’t I take my charge back with me? He’s my responsibility.” The titan asked, the threat in Aizawa’s words either not taken seriously or not understood. “Because Yagi, he was scared to death that it was you when I found him. He’s terrified and covered in injuries and blood. You are not getting him back ever.” The anger and panic in his gut turned from a hot feverish wild fire to a freezing acidic poison that laced his every word. He would fight the world’s number one, the devil himself, to protect Izuku.

After a great time of staring each other down All Might yields and takes a step back. “Fine, keep him, but I’ll always be there. He can’t escape his destiny and we’ll always be connected.” He states the last bit towards the boy still cowering behind the dog. The dog growls again and lowers into a fighting stance. “His destiny is his to decide. Being his father doesn’t automatically his dad, it doesn’t make you connected. Don’t ever think it does.” Aizawa declares with the wisdom of someone who had to find that knowledge firsthand. All Might scofts and walks away a dismissive wave of his hand.

Aizawa stands there for a long while making sure the skeletal was really gone before he turns back to the two behind him. Izuku is staring with his one good eye like the world had just flipped upside down. As gently as he can muster Aizawa starts talking to Izuku “Hey kid, it’s going to be okay. I know it might not make sense now but you’re safe now, what was happening with you and him was not how anyone should treat you. I won’t let him make you think it’s okay just because you share dna. I won’t let him hurt you again, you’re safe.” The kid still looks so lost but he nods, it looks like it causes him pain though.

“Okay first thing first, medical care.” The boy opens his mouth to argue, “Kid you look worse than I did at USJ please don’t try to fight me on this.” Aizawa pleads as he pulls out his phone and calls Ally Cat, they should still be awake and they have a car. The conversation is short and to the point, Cat will be picking them up with a change of clothes and some flip-flops for the kid and a leash for the stray. “Thanks for doing this Cat, I know it’s short notice.” “All emergencies are short notice Eraser, I got your back.” “See you soon” “you know it” And with that everything is set into motion, slowly but in motion non the less. He looks back at Izuku after he hangs up, the kid is dozing off with his hands in the dog’s fur. If it wasn’t for the injuries and time of night Aizawa could pretend that they were just at the beach for the peaceful silence. He figured he could take them to a different beach, make better memories, once the kid wasn’t beat to hell and back. “Huh, guess I have a kid and dog now. Mic and everyone aren’t going to let me live this down.” He muses just as a black mini-van pulls to the side of the road above them. “Cat must have been worried” he huffs as he carefully scoops up Izuku and heads around the side of the aclove and up to the road, dog loyaly following.

Izuku had three cracked ribs, neck and shoulder injuries like that of a retired boxer, and a fractured cheek bone. The doctor was suspicious of the duo when they came into the hospital but after Aizawa showed him his hero ID and explained it as an abuse case the worried anger faded. Aizawa didn’t blame the man for thinking the worst. As they waited for more tests to come back and the boy to wake up from the use of a healing quirk Aizawa called Nezu to inform him about what had happened and they made plans to have Yagi removed from the school quickly & quietly. After that the kid was still sleeping and the doctors saw he wouldn’t be waking for a least another hour or two so Aizawa texted Cat about the dog.

E: is it chipped

A: nope

E: can your friends have it checked over and chipped today?

A: sure but it’s not an it she’s a lovely shiba mix

E: ok thanks

A: anytime, you adopting just the dog or?

E: he has a mom

A: :/ you know what I mean

E: yeah I do and yeah

A: cool! I get to be the cool auncle! Dibs!

E: why are all my friends like this?

A: cause you like the affection:p

E: no you

He ignores the next text because Izuku wakes up. The kid looks lost again, just rotating his arm with the iv in it and mumbling to himself. “Hey champ, you fell asleep before we got you here.” Aizawa explains slowly because the pain meds might be messing with the kid’s head. The kid just looks up at him with pinched eyebrows and confusion,”we?” His voice is so small and dry, Aizawa grabs a cup and fills it up from the sink in the room they are in. “Yeah my friend drove us here. They took the dog to a vet to get checked over too.” He elaborates as Izuku drinks the water. “If you want to we can keep her, the dog I mean, she isn’t chipped and my friend thought you might want to keep her.” He asks a bit unsure of how to address what happened without causing the kid more stress. “But the dorms don’t allow pets if it’s not for a quirk or medical reasons.” The kid says sadly. And that wasn’t going to stand on Aizawa’s watch, he claimed this kid and he was going to be the best guardian he could be. “She doesn’t have to stay at the dorms, she can live at home.” He assures the kid.

But now the kid is tearing up and the man did not know what he did wrong or how to set things right. “I don’t have anywhere else to take her, mom got caught in a villain attack at work. The whole building came down. Yagi-Sensei had been letting me stay at this agency.” And just fuck, Aizawa hadn’t been told Ms Midoriya had passed and he had a feeling non of the other staff did either. “Izuku, you don’t have to ever go back with him but you can’t not have a home. After tonight I think Yagi will sign his parental rights over to me but only if you are okay with it. If not then we can figure out something else or make you a ward like Er-“ He stops mid sentence as Izuku hugs him, burying his bandaged cheeks into Aizawa’s neck. All The man can do as the kid clings to him is cling back, he had no idea when the last time an adult showed this kid love so he held the boy close. “He- he’s not my d-dad Aizawa-Sensei, my dad g-g-gave me up years ago. Yagi-Sensei du-doesn’t have p-parental rights.” The kid admits as he sobs, his voice just barely above a whisper. “I didn’t want to be alone.” Izuku confesses, breaking the heart of the man holding him.

When doctors give them the okay and Izuku has gotten himself back together enough to put on the clothes Cat had brought Aizawa has Cat take them to His apartment near U.A. the shiba is waiting in the back of the van with a shiny red leather collar. Izuku and the dog fall asleep quickly. “So Sho, this mean you’re gonna petition for custody?” Cat asks as they drive, careful to not to wake the kid with the sudden sound. “Don’t have to, circumstances have changed. I’ll just have to file for adoption.” He sighs, he knows they won’t pry into it while everything is still happening so he feels safe enough to let them know. “Cool, just remember I called dibs on being the cool auncle. I’m spoiling him and that sweet pup.” They remind the tired man as he spots the apartment building up ahead. “You’ll have to fight Mic but I think being spoiled by both of you idiots will be good for him.” He laughs softly as he pictures the gift war that’s bound to happen now. “Don’t worry Mr Dad, I think you’ll spoil him enough before we can. You gave him a dog and he’s not even your kitten yet.” They tease.

It’s been three weeks and Izuku settles into his new bedroom with his new dog, Kēki, the room is kind of baren but he didn’t have a lot to decorate with yet. He’d thrown out or given away most of his hero merchandise, only keeping a few things his mom gave him. He was looking forward to the next week, Shota had told him that the papers were in and that by that time they would approve the adoption. Soon Izuku would be Midoriya-Aizawa Izuku, he wouldn’t have thought he’d like living with his teacher but the man gave off the same soft caring aura Izuku’s mom had...just in a quiet way. While the man wasn’t very physically affectionate he did listen when Izuku needed him, he asked questions about Izuku’s interests and goals and just overall made the kid feel like he mattered.

Izuku loves his dad, he hadn’t really known his birth dad so it was easy to give that title to the man that had taken him in so readily. Life was looking up, All might had been let go from U.A. and wasn’t allowed to teach ever again. Grand Torino had reached out in condolences when he heard that his non-grandson had lost his mother, the old man offered to watch him if the situation ever occurred. So now Izuku had a dad, most of the staff of his school as aunts and uncles, some odd vigilante that called themself his ‘auncle’, Kēki, and a grandpa! He still missed his mom but his dad had sent him to therapy to work through what All Might had put him through and Izuku had discovered he had some deeper issues of self worth and expecting abuse from those around him. So things were steadily getting better, not noticeably but he was just starting.

“Izuku! Kēki! I brought home dinner!” Shota called as he locked the door back. An exicited kid and dog bound into the front room looking so happy that Shota had to blink away from their brightness. “Come one lets eat while it’s still hot.” He laughs as he carries the bags of take out to the coffee table by the couch. As they dig in a feeling of rightness surrounds them. “Thanks dad.” “No problem Champ”

Kēki is a shiba mix with an all brown coat with a white tail that makes her look like chocolate cake with a dollop of white frosting this the name cake. Ally Cat wasn’t meant for more than just a throw away line but then they needed a car so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ hope you liked it anon

[justjessame]

A Little Ass and A Lotta Sass: Chapter 8: Decisions Made...Oh Dear God...

When the man you’re still trying to decide keeps popping up with more and more reasons, in his mind, for you to run away with him what do you do? I’m not sure what other people do, but me? I get more and more uncertain.

What if, like Judith and something new and shiny, Negan gets me back to the Sanctuary and suddenly he grows bored? What guarantee do I have that the chase isn’t what has his motor running at full throttle? And no, I don’t fucking care that there are no money back guarantees with relationships. I want more certainty, especially since, well the truth of it is I don’t trust his followers.

Somehow, I trust him and his bat naming insanity, far more than I do the roaches he surrounds himself with. I’ve noticed, while he visits, that some are very clearly loyal to him. Those people I may learn to trust, maybe. Then there are the others. Like the man who had taken Daryl’s clothes, bike, and crossbow. Do I really believe that a man punished with a hot iron to the face really calls it fair and square and suddenly becomes the perfect foot-soldier? No, no I don’t. And if I don’t trust him, then I know there are bound to be more just like him. Men and women who do what Negan says, strokes his enormous fucking ego, but behind his back where he can’t see? That’s where they plot.

I know that’s how people work. Hell, take a gander at Spencer and what happened to him. He wasn’t the first, and he won’t be the last that I encounter in this harsh new reality. The thought of dealing with a bunch of angry housewives, that would be sharing him with me-gag, and also the uncertainty of the disloyal was a hard pill to consider swallowing along with the fear that I was just the girl of the week.

The fourth visit was shorter than the last. I felt the sigh on his lips when he kissed me goodbye. And I wondered, if eventually he’d just fucking give up and never come back. I hate to admit it, but the thought of not seeing him again caused a flinch of pain run through my chest. A normal woman may have analyzed that reaction, but I’m fairly certain we all know how much of me is normal.

 While I killed time between this visit and the next, I caught Daryl still studying me. Fuck it, I thought, approaching Dad’s best friend. Let’s see what the quiet one thinks about the entire fucking situation.

“Hey.” I offered, sitting down on the lawn beside where he was tinkering with his bike. “You gonna tell me if you’ve figured out that puzzle you seem to be working on?”

I heard him grunt, but his face was currently buried in the metal he was working on. I waited. Daryl took his fucking time on everything, sometimes even his words. A couple minutes passed, and then he finally spoke. “You gonna do it?” He didn’t look at me, focusing on some part of the bike that I couldn’t name. “You gonna go with him?”

As if I needed that clarification. “Not sure.” I answered, wondering what Daryl’s opinion on the situation was. “You had to stay there, I have a feeling it isn’t Club Med.”

He snorted. “Yeah, ya could fucking say that.” He finally looked up and through the curtain of his bangs I saw his eyes were focused on me. “Figure your accommodations are bound to be better than mine were.”

“Yeah, but I’d still be a prisoner wouldn’t I?” That was a near fear that had popped up. If I left with him, if I agreed, would I ever get to leave and visit my family again? Would I get to see Judith grow up? See Carl finally become the man he was teasing about becoming? And watch Dad and Michonne grow into their relationship? And the others? Enid, Maggie, Sasha, Rosita...These people were all my family. Leaving them and never seeing them again was terrifying.

He shook his head as the pain of the mere thought of never seeing anyone again rushed through me. “Don’t think so.” He tossed the tool he’d been using into the box at his feet. Moving to sit next to me, he glanced over at my profile. “He don’t treat ya like he treats ‘em.” The wives, so Daryl had seen or met them. “Hell, they don’t wanna be there with him, not really. Just like the perks.” I nearly snorted, considering the perks of Negan I fucking enjoyed. “Can’t make up your mind for ya, Callie, but he’s fucking different with ya. Didn’t think your dad and Michonne knew what the fuck they were talkin’ about, until that mornin’.”

I looked down at my hand, it still bore the marks of the fork tines. “Yeah, that morning was a real eye opener, huh?”

He chuckled. “Thought he was gonna fuckin’ blow a gasket when you stabbed that fork into your hand. Shit, that would have been a good video to have on repeat.” I giggled at Daryl’s amusement. “Callie, I watched him burn a guy’s face with a hot iron, and not flinch at the screams. You stab yourself with a fork and he nearly fucking died.”

I bit my lip, Daryl wasn’t telling me this because he wanted me to go. He may see the upside of me going, but in the end, he knew it was entirely up to me. And knowing Daryl, he’d be just as ok if peace didn’t come and he could kill every last Savior up to and including Negan. Which is why I took his words as they were offered.

I sat next to him, thinking about what he’d told me. Wisdom, I suppose, since he’d actually been inside with Negan. Adding it to what Carl had told me about his own visit there, I watched the scene before me without seeing it. Thinking about what I could negotiate with Negan to make the entire idea more livable. And then I sat back and waited until he popped up for another visit.

He waited longer this time. A little over two weeks had passed. Two weeks for me to hammer out the details for my own piece of the pie that would make the whole fucking arrangement worthwhile. To both of us. At least I hoped it would.

I wasn’t paying attention to the rest of the world, not closely. So I barely noticed that Michonne kept giving me weird side eye looks. Very weird side eye looks. Before Negan showed up, she finally cornered me. And that’s when I realized that the asshole may have fucking called it on his last visit.

“Callie, when’s the last time you-” Michonne began, then stopped, took a breath and started again. “I noticed when I took out the trash yesterday that there weren’t any-” And another stop, and I swear I could feel the heat of her embarrassment.

The trash, empty of something that seemed to bother Michonne. Fuck. I closed my eyes. Ever hear that thing about women who live together having their cycles sync? Well, in a weird twist of fate, Michonne and I synced before meeting. And she usually took care of the trash during that week, because honestly listening to Carl bitch and moan about bloody anything was annoying as shit. I swallowed hard.

“I haven’t.” I opened my eyes to hers. “Not this month.” Then I shook it off. No fucking way. It was too soon, for one. And I doubted highly that I would know this early. Not fucking possible. “Stress.” I let out a swoosh of air in happiness and hope. “Has to be the stress of deciding. That totally throws off a period.” I nodded, convincing myself and hopefully Michonne.

“Are you sure?” She asked, watching my face so carefully that I swore she memorized all my fucking tells. “It only takes one time, you know.”

I nodded. I knew that. Every woman over the age of ten should know that. I also knew that there was no fucking way that God could possibly make that huge of a joke out of my situation. Nope, not fucking possible. “Of course I know that. It wasn’t long enough ago, Mich. I mean, what three weeks? Too fucking early to even think about that.”

I heard her clearing her throat, almost fighting a laugh. I looked at her and she smiled. “Actually, that’s precisely how long it may take to be sure.”

I felt my back press against the wall behind me. My head knocked against it as I smacked it back. No, that couldn’t be fucking right. I couldn’t possibly be. No. I refused to accept the idea of it. I shook my head and finally her laughter broke. I couldn’t even focus enough to glare at her. My stomach felt twisted with nerves. Fuck. Shit.

A few days later, there he was. Whistling up the steps to the front door of our house. I was sitting in the living room. Dad and Michonne were out on a run, hoping that they could find some kind of mattresses. Carl and Judith were playing upstairs and I was on the couch, trying without success to read a book. My mind was still whirling with the idea that I could possibly have a baby inside me. I heard the knock, and the whistling and nearly hid. Not now. Damn it. Not now.

He opened the front door, because of course he would, and strutted inside. Finding me on the couch, I heard him groan. “Damn, is it just me or do you get fucking hotter every goddamn time I see you?” The couch dipped as he sat down beside me. His hands, glove free, took the book from me and sat it on the table in front of me. “Gonna say hello to me, princess?”

I looked up at him and bit my lip. “Hey.” It was a weak greeting, even by most weak standards.

“Something wrong?” His brow was furrowed, looking at me with worry and a hint of fear. Of course he was thinking I was turning him and this asinine idea down.

I swallowed, my mouth felt like the fucking Sahara. “No, nothing’s wrong.” Except you may have fucking predicted the immediate future you weird fucking asshole. “I suppose you’re here to remind me of all the amazing reasons I should be upstairs packing so I can run off and join your harem?” My voice sounded off even to me. And he clearly noticed it.

“Callie, what the fuck is wrong?” His hands cupped my face, staring into my eyes with such intensity I wondered if he was trying to delve into my thoughts. “Tell me.”

I sighed. Fuck it. Why not? “Apparently,” I swallowed again, and realized I needed a drink. I stood up and he followed me to the kitchen where I got a glass of water. Drinking it, all of it, I finally continued. “Apparently, I’m late.” I felt the blush burn my face. Dear God, let the floor swallow me now.

“Late?” He stood back and studied me. “You’re late.” A nod and then that fucking smile. And the fucking dimples. “Shit. That’s either the funniest and best fucking news I’ve had in my fucking life, or the most fucking terrifying.” Ah, that’s why he wasn’t barking with glee. “A baby?” He moved closer, and cupped my chin in his hand to tilt my head up to look at him. “Our baby?”

“I haven’t confirmed it.” I said, sighing. “I haven’t really accepted the possibility.” I could see the hurt in his face. “We haven’t really come to terms with our situation, Negan. Adding a baby to the mix doesn’t exactly make it easier.” I felt his thumb grazing my lips. “I was actually hoping to sit down with you and talk about my stipulations, and then this.” I moved my face from his hands and glared at my flat stomach. Traitor body.

“Then let’s fucking hammer out the details, Callie. Any fucking thing to get you home with me.” He sat down at the dining room table and motioned for me to take a seat. “Tell me what you want. Let’s fucking negotiate.”

I rolled my eyes, clearly my default reaction to Negan. I sat down and reminded him that I could very well NOT be pregnant. So he shouldn’t let the possibility of a baby cloud our talk. He nodded his understanding and I began.

 It took around an hour for me to explain my wants, and especially my needs if I agreed to be with him. He listened, only asking a few questions to clarify things before letting me go on. Then it got down to the nitty gritty.

“OK.” He said, grinning at Carl when he came down with Judith for lunch. He watched as my brother threw together something to take back upstairs, waiting until they’d gone before continuing our discussion. “You want monogamy, visits with your family, and to get to choose the Saviors that guard you?” I nodded, figuring two out of three might be agreeable to him. “Done.” I felt my eyes go fucking wide. “What?” He asked, feigning an innocence he probably had never possessed. “I thought about what you’d said about the others, why do you fucking think I was gone so fucking long?” Huh, well look at that. “I thought about it, and I discussed it with-” He stopped and flashed me a look. “Well, I got a little feedback from some people. They’ll be put back where they came from, be it their former men or wherever the fuck they crawled to me from.” I was reeling. It couldn’t really be this simple. Could it? “Besides, Callie, I fucking hate being there without you. It feels weird to be here with you, but if that had been a fucking stipulation, then I’d probably have figured out a fucking way to relocate my base here.”

I sat back in my chair. Fuck me. What the hell do women actually do with this type of power of men? Because honestly? I was fucking stumped. “So, I get everything?” I was so fucking confused that I almost started looking for that fucking fork again. “That I asked for, I mean.”

“You didn’t really ask for much.” He shrugged, looking supremely unconcerned. “No side pieces, easy, fuck the way we go together I don’t need other variety.” He smiled at me and I felt my heart lurch. “Visits with the family? Simple, I can’t fucking wait to see Rick’s face when you tell him about MY fucking bun inside your hot fucking oven.” I fought rolling my eyes at his certainty of my possible pregnancy and at his childish need to irritate Dad even now. “And as for choosing your own guards, fuck that’s the simplest. I won’t have you surrounded by any fucking one you don’t feel comfortable with. Period, done, finished.” He sat back looking pleased as fucking punch. “How long is packing gonna take?”

I laughed at him. Long and hard. Shit. “Dad and Michonne aren’t here. I can’t go until they get back, Negan. Even with visits, I want to say goodbye.” He huffed an annoyed sigh. “You know, you wouldn’t find it so unbearable here if you could spend the night in my bedroom, on an actual fucking bed.” He shot me a look. “Your fault, not mine, buddy.” I held my hands up, reminding him that in this instance, at least, I was the innocent party.

“How fucking long is Daddy going to fucking be away?” He was pouting, I fucking swear, he was pouting.

“No fucking idea.” I answered honestly. Runs were planned, of course, but who fucking really knew. Shit goes bad constantly. I stood up and walked to his seat. He pushed the chair back automatically and I sat down. “I could always keep you company until he gets back.” I offered into his jacket and I felt his entire body go stiff. “You know, out of the kindness of m-” I never finished my sentence, but that didn’t mean that I never finished.

[ranger-lcat]

You Did Good Firecracker

The reason Qrow decides to work for Signal.

And because Qrow and Yang need more interaction.

—

This mission had ended a few days sooner than had been expected. Not that Qrow was complaining. It was an easy reconnaissance mission, that for once hadn’t escalated into some sort of brawl. In fact absolutely nothing had happened and the only thing to report had been, there was nothing to report. 

So here he was, walking up the path to the Xiao Long house, early. Excited to surprise them. 

He paused and took a few steps back. Something was off. It took him a second to realize that it was the mailbox, still full of mail. Tai always got the mail at lunch time. Qrow wasted no more time on a leisurely stroll to the door. His knocking is a little more frantic than it needed to be, but so many things were just ever so slightly out of place and it set off alarms in his brain. It took a moment to long for the door to open, so he tried to open it. Gods, the door wasn’t even locked. 

Fearing the worst, he threw it open. Yang and Ruby were in the living room, looking at him. Obviously shocked, but they were unharmed. Yang was closest so she jumped at him first.

“Uncle Qrow!” Yang threw her arms around his waist. Ruby was a second behind to join in the waist clinging. “We’re so glad you’re here.” Yang chokes out. Both of the girls have tears silently rolling down their faces. 

“Woah, woah what’s wrong?” He rests a hand on each of their heads. Looking around for some sort of danger. Nothing seemed out of place, just a little messy.

“It’s Dad. He’s sick and we don’t know what to do.” Yang sobs. 

“He’s been in bed since yesterday, he only gets up to throw up.” Ruby elaborates, also crying.

“Hey, hey, its ok. Let me see him.” Qrow tries to console. The girls detach and each take a hand to pull. Qrow can barely kick the door closed behind them before they pull him up the stairs to Taiyang’s bedroom.

Qrow wasn’t sure what he was expecting. What he found was Tai cocooned is his covers, and a small collection of cups and plates holding juice and toast respectively. 

“I’ve brought him toast and juice like he does when I’m sick, but he’s not getting better.” Yang explains. 

“Ok, can you two take some of these downstairs,” Qrow picked up one of the plates and handed it to Yang, “then bring me a glass of water.” They nodded and went to work, so Qrow sat on the edge of the bed to check on Tai. 

A hand brushing back Tai’s hair revealed hot skin and hair that was stiff with dried sweat. Qrow was worried about the temperature, even though Tai was normally warm—and it made for great hugs—this was definitely fever territory.

Yang has come back with the requested water, so Qrow goes about waking his teammate. 

“Rise and shine Tai.” Qrow shakes his shoulder. Tai stirs and opens his eyes. The haze over the blue and lack of response as Qrow sits him up makes Qrow guess he’s not entirely awake. Qrow has to hold Taiyang up and coax the water down his throat. Half the glass is all the risk he’s willing to take. Tai seems to have fallen asleep again and Qrow doesn’t want him to choke. He tucks Tai back under the blankets.

“Is he gonna be ok?” Yang whispers. 

“He should be just fine. Do you know where your dad keeps the medicine.” 

“In his bathroom.”

“Thanks, you keep an eye on him while I get it.”  Yang nods and sits in the chair she must have dragged in. 

The bathroom was where Tai kept the many medicine bottles. The problem was, it was all for Ruby and Yang. The only ‘adult’ medication was a bottle of painkillers that Qrow was sure Tai kept around for after particularly rough missions. Qrow recognized them from after that one mission where he came back feeling like one huge bruise. 

“Looks like I need to run to the store,” he tells Yang. She looks frightened. “I’m gonna take your dad’s scroll, call me if something happens ok. It should only take me an hou—“ he had to go into town. “Less than two hours. Can you hold down the fort until then?” Yang nods. “You got this, Firecracker,” he tells her, swiping Tai’s scroll from where it was charging on his nightstand.

He found Ruby sitting in the living room, pretending to watch tv.

“Is Dad gonna be ok?”

“Yeah, he is. I just need to run into town real quick and get him some medicine. Do you know where the keys for the car are?” 

“On the hook in the kitchen.” She trails after him as he goes and finds them exactly where she had said. 

Since he was there, he also checked over the kitchen for essentials. It left him silently cursing Tai’s ambition to make most things from scratch. Which Qrow didn’t have the time for. 

“Have you two been eating?” Qrow asks.

“We had leftovers for dinner last night, Yang made eggs for breakfast and we had sandwiches for lunch.” Ruby told him. That, and the surplus of toast, explained the lack of bread. 

“Has Yang been in charge while your dad’s been sick?” 

“She’s been making me stay away so I won’t get sick. I just want to help.” 

“I know you do. Yang’s just trying to be a good sister.” He gets an idea. “How about you help by doing the dishes for me?”

“You are bad at dishes.” Ruby agreed. He always, always, dropped things while trying to help with dishes. On good days it was just silverware. 

“Alright, I’ll be right back.”

—

He was trying to be quick, he really was. There was just no order to the list in his brain so he ended up walking down some aisles twice to get everything. Then there was the standing and reading all the medicine labels to figure out which he needed. These were way more complicated than just pain killers. He ended up with two different bottles in his basket as he finally headed for checkout. Which was down to one person, as the rest had been called away to clean up after a shelf had collapsed. 

So an hour and forty minutes later, he was finally almost back. It was just up this road and turn right. Tai’s scroll lit up and started ringing, a picture of the house on the screen.

“Hello.” Qrow answers, carefully balancing the scroll so he could still drive.

“Dad threw up again.” Yang was definitely holding back tears.

“I’m pulling up the driveway. Be there soon.” 

“Ok. *sniff.” 

“I’m gonna need you to open the door for me ok?”

“Ok.”

“I’ll see you in a second.”

“Ok.” 

He hangs up and lets the scroll flop into his lap. He felt bad having to hang up, but he could see the house and he had to park and grab the groceries. 

Yang opened the door before he got to it, so he carried everything to the table. Ruby was putting dishes in the drying rack, using a stool to reach the sink. He leaves the bag on the table and takes the medicine out. 

“Good job, can you two put the groceries while I check on your dad.” Nod. “Thank you.”  He takes the stairs two at a time as he rushes to check on Tai.

Tai was still in the bathroom, panting until he had to lean forward to retch. Qrow winced. It sounded horrible and the fact that nothing was coming up meant it had to hurt. No wonder Yang was so freaked out. Qrow kneels down behind Tai so that when the other was done trying to throw up he could guide him to relax against Qrow’s chest.

“Hey, Dragon.” 

“Qrow?” Gods, he sounded terrible. And judging from the wince it hurt for him to talk. 

“Who else?” Qrow strokes the hair from Taiyang’s forehead. Fever was still present. “You’re not looking so great, let’s get you back to bed. I got some medicine for you.” 

Tai frantically shakes his head. Qrow can feel the muscles contract sharply as Tai coughs and gags. Again the sounds were terrible and nothing came up. 

“I’ve got ya.” Qrow comforts, wrapping his arms around Tai, massaging the muscles that were clenching. Just like a Tai would do when Qrow was the one spilling his guts into the toilet. It seemed to work, as he went limp. 

“Just end me now…” Tai groaned. 

“And how would I explain that to Ruby and Yang?” 

“The girls! I need to—“ Tai’s frantic attempt at standing is stopped by Qrow’s arms.

“They’re fine, I’ve got it covered.” Tai snorted. “Fine, Yang has Ruby covered.” 

“That I believe.” 

“Now will you let me take care of you?” Qrow helps Tai stand and shuffle back to bed. Tai insists on reading the bottles Qrow had bought. Opting to start with the anti nausea one first, and leave the one for fever till later. Qrow did insist on Tai drinking the rest of the glass of water from earlier. 

“I’ll check on you in a bit. Don’t throw up the medicine. Got it?” 

“Got it.” Tai had already snuggled back into his bed. Qrow gave Tai’s hair a final stroke before going back downstairs.

—

Keeping the girls distracted was a harder challenge. Both of them were really worried. It took Qrow promising that with the medicine and the soup he was making, their Dad would be fine. 

“Soup has magical healing powers,” he insisted.

“Even if it comes from a can?” Yang asks, holding it up.

“Well, probably not as good as homemade, but it’ll get the job done,” he stirs it to keep it from burning. If he lost focus it would. His semblance didn’t make for easy cooking, which is why the dishes from dinner were covered in the remnants of boxed Mac and cheese. “Now who wants to get a tray for me?”

“I got it!” Ruby ducks into one of the cupboards.

“Yang can you put a glass of water on it for me?”

“On it.”

Qrow is extra careful balancing the tray up the stairs, last thing he needs is his semblance dumping hot soup on himself. Of course Tai is a little sceptical as the tray is placed in his lap. Qrow had to argue that the medicine and water had stayed down, so he had to at least try. Taiyang is thankfully less stubborn as a patient than Qrow is. And Qrow promises himself to try and give Tai a break next time the situation is reversed. 

After the soup is gone and the next dose of meds were taken, Tai rolls over to go back to sleep. This was probably the most rest Tai had gotten in months. Being a single parent had to be rough. Qrow sighs and runs his fingers through Taiyang’s hair. Coaxing him into a deeper sleep. 

—

Qrow carries the tray of dishes back down into the kitchen. Yang is at the sink washing dishes this time. 

“Where’s Ruby?”

“I put her to bed.” Qrow glanced at the clock. It was later than he thought.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed too?”

“I’m almost done,” she insisted.

“The dishes can wait.”

“No they can’t!” Yang gives him an angry glare, the effect somewhat lost with the tears threatening to leave the corners of her eyes. “Dad never leaves dishes in the sink.”

“Come on Yang, you’re tired. It’s time for bed.”

“No! I’m fine I can do it.”

“Yang, you’ve been doing ‘it’ all day. You-“

“But I didn’t! You had to come in and fix everything!” she shouts. Qrow doesn’t know how to respond to that. Yang sniffles a few times before angrily wiping the tears away. “I—I thought I could do—do it. But it was so-so hard. I—I—I didn’t know what to do. Dad was so sick and—and I didn’t want Ruby to panic—“ 

Qrow pulls Yang in for the tightest hug he can muster. Letting all the fear and worry she was feeling melt. She hugs him back just as hard.

“Yang, you’re twelve. I don’t expect you to know how to handle everything. You took really good care of Ruby. I can’t ask for more than that.” Qrow pets the hair she refuses to cut.“You did good Firecracker. I’m so proud of you.” He let Yang sob and sniffle, just holding her as the weight of the past day or so finally left her shoulders. Once calmed down he carried her to her bed, tucking her in so she could rest.

He quietly slips out and closes the door. He sighs and lets his forehead rest on the door.

“Qrow?” Taiyang is using the door frame of his own door to stay standing. “I heard crying, is everything ok?”

“Your daughter is stronger than I am.” Qrow sighs.

“Yeah. Kinda wish they didn’t have to be.” Tai shivers.

“Come on, it’s time to go back to bed.” 

Tai is still wobbly when he walks, but he’s leaning less on Qrow than he did earlier. Again, Qrow tucks him in and then just sits on the edge of the bed, stroking Tai’s hair. This time he’s more lost in thought.

“What’s up?” Tai asks.

“I was thinking… maybe… maybe… I would stick around  for a little bit. Apply for that job at Signal like you keep suggesting.” 

“I’d like that.”

“Maybe you could put in a good word.”

“I can put in a lot of words, I don’t know how many of them would be good.”

[latestageyouth]

When you walk away (Nothing more to say)

chapter 7 -  hey guys did you know mcr is back together?

trigger warnings: sympathetic Remus and Deceit, mentions of shoplifting, mentions of getting arrested, hangover, Remus makes a joke about rape (but not rape victims), mentions of a party, swearing (let me know if I missed something)

summary: Damon doesn't ask you to dinner he asks you to rob seven eleven with him uwu

Banging on the door woke Damon up, making him groan. He rubbed his eyes, barely following what Avery said as they opened it.

"Alright, bud, I have a day shift today, so I won't be home. You can order pizza when you get home, there's money on the fridge. Now get up, you're gonna be late for school," they didn't wait for Damon to process what they just said before walking out of the room and putting on their shoes.

Damon, although reluctantly, rolled out of bed and went to put some clothing on...oh, guess he fell asleep in his clothes already. When did he even fall asleep? When did he get home? God, his head hurts, don't tell him he's hungover again. He swears he didn't drink anything this time...right? Whatever, it's not like it matters. What matters now is finding some painkillers.

He stumbled into the kitchen, physically wincing at the bright light going in through the windows. He opened the cabinet where Avery put all the meds. Painkillers, painkillers...painkillers! It doesn't even sound like a real word anymore, but hey, he found them! That's an accomplishment.

Damon didn't even think about getting water, swallowing it dry. He looked at the clock, he still has time, it's fine. He shuffled back to his room, changing from his usual clothes to something that didn't reek of alcohol. He didn't want to give up his vest but he also didn't want to get suspended and add onto Avery's list of problems. He finally settled on his first patched jacket. Huh, it was still too big on him. It brought so many memories to wear it again. He didn't know to sew back then so he just pinned patches in place with safety pins, didn't even bother to sew them on when he actually learned to sew.

Forget all that, where is his phone? It's not in his pockets, so maybe somewhere in his room? Damon looked around the room...no sign of his phone, maybe the kitchen? he walked back to look. Nothing on the counters, nor the table. Damon looked around the house, searching even the bathroom, but found nothing. Don't tell him he left it at that house party, Avery will kill him.

Well, forget all that now, maybe Remus picked it up when he left. Was Remus even there with him? Who was he kidding, of course he was, Remus was always there when Damon needed him. Nevermind that, to get to Remus Damn needed to get to school first.

The bus ride was louder than normal, but that was most likely because of the hungover. Damon already knew this was gonna be a long day the moment he stepped out of the door, and it was not getting better. He paid no attention to the few people who did stare at him as he walked into the school, instead looking around for Remus...if he's not somewhere in the hallway he's probably in one of the bathrooms. Luckily Damon found him in the first bathroom he stepped in, writing profanities on the stall door, "Thought you were over that in Sophmore year."

Remus smirked, slowly turning his head to look at Damon, "Well, it's always fun to go back and ignore reali-holy shit man you look like shit."

Damon raised an eyebrow, "You think I haven't noticed?"

"Nah, it's just that right now I look better than you and that never happened in my life," Remus put the black marker in his pocket, "Did someone rape you or something?"

The hungover man furrowed his eyebrows, "You weren't at the party?"

"There was a party?"

Damon sighed, "Nevermind," he leaned against one of the sinks, "Guess you don't have my phone then?" he reached into a pocket of his jacket but found no cigarettes, he must've forgotten them in his vest. Damon mentally cursed himself out for it.

"Nope, you lost it?" Damon nodded, at which Remus laughed, "Ha, loser."

Damon put his head in his hands and groaned, "Everything is so bright and painful," he dug his nails into his forehead.

"Thought I was the one with a drinking problem," Remus went to sit beside him. Before he could say anything else the bell rang, at which Damon flinched and covered his ears. Remus pushed himself off, "Welp, I'll be off, you comin'?"

Damon waved his hand dismissively, "Just...give me a few minutes."

Remus nodded, "Fair enough, you foxy snake," he pushed the door open before he could get a reaction. He wouldn't admit it but he was kind of disappointed that Damon didn't notice his hair, but he did have it in a bun, so he could forgive him for it. To be honest, Remus wasn't even sure that he walked into the right class but Virgil waving at him made him sure enough. He went to sit next to him, "Why hello there, darling, didn't see you there."

Virgil rolled his eyes, 'Where's D?'

"Probably jerking off in a bathroom for all I know, why?"

'I found his phone near a trash can on a street.'

Remus raised his eyebrows, "This is like the fourth phone you found on a street since we met, I have no idea how you find phones so easily but I want you to teach me."

Virgil smiled and shrugged. Truth be told, the two didn't pay much attention even after the lesson started, instead passing notes to each other instead of signing to avoid any suspicion. Geography wasn't their strongest or favourite subject. All of the class and the teacher turned their heads when the door opened.

"Sorry I'm late, I was attacked by a bear."

The teacher which Remus still didn't know the name of crossed her arms, "Honest as always, Mr. Barnes. Take a seat."

Damon went to sit behind Remus and Virgil. Remus turned around to face him, "Virgil has your phone."

"Let me guess, found it on a street?" Virgil nodded as Damon took the phone back, examining it. The yellow case with snakes on it was still intact, but the screen..."Fuck, Avery's gonna kill me."

After a while, Virgil passes him a note, 'Who's Avery?'

"Oh, they're my parent. They didn't really want to be called mom or dad, and parent seemed too formal."

An exaggerated cough interrupted their conversation, "Gentlemen, do you mind?"

Before Damon and Virgil could stop him, Remus responded to her, "Yeah, mind ya' own business."

The teacher gave Remus a blank look, "Why am I even surprised? That's detention for you, Mr. Addington," she went back to teaching.

Damon lowered his voice, "Great job, idiot," Remus just shrugged. You would think Virgil would stay out of this, but no, of course not. He passed Remus a note:

'press F to pay respects'

Remus wrote back to him:

'like u have any respect fr me'

Needless to say, not much has changed since the teacher gave him detention, it wasn't like Remus cared anyway. The lesson went the same, with the three passing notes around too much to not be obvious, but no one really cared enough to tell the teacher. Finally, after when seemed like an eternity, the bell rang and Remus practically sprinted out of the door.

"Woah, what's the rush?"

Remus continued to speed walk with the two, "I realized halfway through the lesson that I left my spray cans in the bathroom and if someone finds them I will have a mental breakdown because those are my last."

The two soon given up on trying to keep up with Remus, settling on a walking pace in a direction where they thought Remus had gone.

'What's with the jacket?'

"Didn't want to smell like an alcoholic," Virgil physically scrunched up his face and took a step back. Damon rolled his eyes, "It's not like I smell now, right?" Virgil shook his head, then looked around, "What?"

Virgil looked back at Damon, 'Where's Remus?'

"Who knows where that chaotic bastard is, probably pestering Roman or something," Damon shrugged, "He'll find us eventually, why bother."

Virgil nodded in agreement, raising his eyebrows.

"By the way, what's with his hair?"

Virgil rolled his eyes dramatically, 'So you noticed. He's been sad about it all day.'

"Oh?" Damon raised he eyebrow an smirked, "Does he have a crush on me or something?"

'It's Remus, you never know,' Virgil shuffled on his feet.

Damon slowly nodded, "Yeah, I guess so..." he looked away for a second, staring at the line of lockers, before averting his gaze back at Virgil. Why was he nervous? He out of all people shouldn't be nervous, "Avery's not home today, wanna come over?"

Virgil tilted his head slightly, 'Why?'

The other man scoffed playfully, "I dunno, isn't that what friends do and stuff? I mean, I do have another idea, but..." he looked at Virgil again, meeting the agitating stare, "There's this convenience store a few blocks from here and I have some beef with the owner, want to steal something?" the stare quickly turned into a panicked one.

'Shoplifting?'

Damon nodded.

'...Isn't that more of a Remus thing?'

He looked away, "Yeah, but Remus isn't allowed in that store anymore after The Freezer Accident of 2016."

Virgil raised his eyebrows, unsure if he wants to know what that is. After a while of thinking, and considering what Emile would do if his "precious stormcloud" ended up in jail. Can you go to jail for shoplifting if you're underage? Most likely. Has Remus or Damon ever been in jail? Now he's just being irrational. Remus has probably been arrested though, no doubt. I mean, what's the worst that can happen, really, except Virgil being caught and getting arrested and maybe going to jail and spending his life behind bars because he was thirsty for some Pepsi. Virgil nodded, 'Won't Remus be jealous?'

"Most likely."

[hazinhoodies]

No Love Lost (Part 4)

Harrison x CF!Reader

A/N: Hello I have returned and here's part four when I said none of y'all are ready I really meant none of y'all are ready. it only gets worse

Warnings: talk of death, cheesiness, hadestown spoilers

Word Count: 3.4k

Light streamed in through the windows, the cream coloured curtains doing almost nothing to dim it. Turning around in bed, you pulled the covers up over your shoulder, the arm that laid over your waist moved up with the duvet. The shift in the warmth it provided brought your attention to the body it was attached to, pressed against your own. Soft breaths falling from smooth lips. The more you woke up, the more you became aware of just how close he was, eventually the scene rod something so uniquely Harrison filled your senses and you welcomed it, nearly falling back asleep with how comforting it was. You got up anyways.

You wandered through your morning routine. Medication, coffee, shower, get dressed with CF maintenance (clearing airways and the exercises you’d been doing to help since you were 10) scattered in between. By the time you were out of the shower, Harrison had gotten up and left your bed in disarray. Pulling jeans and a sweater, you left your room to find Harrison sitting on the couch, still in just his sweats, scrolling through his Instagram.

“Morning” You smiled to Harrison as you entered the living room, plopping down at the end of the couch near his feet and pulling your knees up to your chest.

“Morning” He responded, resting his phone on his chest as his baby blues meet your own eyes, “Done everything already?” Despite the vague terminology, you knew what he meant, you nodded. “Everything? Took all your meds? Cleared your airways? Done the exercises?”

You nodded to confirm all of them, letting out a breathy laugh at his concern. “Harrison, I’ve been doing this since I was five, I know how to do these things”

“I know, I know” He sighed, “I just worry about you”

“Thought I told you not to?” You tease, furrowing your brows and giving your head an inquisitive tilt.

Harrison scoffed, “As if anyone telling me not to do something has actually stopped me from doing the thing. Besides we were fourteen.”

“That doesn’t make it any less important” You exclaimed.

“Does it?” Harrison scrunched up his nose and his voice went an octave higher, earning him a kick in the shin from you.

“Go shower” Your voice shakes from the laughter that comes out at the same time.

“You’re only changing the subject because you know I’m right” Harrison looks at you as he sits up. brows so high on his forehead that they might ask well be in his hairline. You shake your head and he stands up, heading towards the hall with a triumphant smile on his lips.

“And put some clothes on!” That makes Harrison turn around, his jaw dropped in mock offence.

“You don’t like it? Come on I work hard for this body and I just get yelled at by my best friend to put clothes on?” He tuts disapprovingly. All while your lips are pursed tight trying to hold back a smile (and failing you might add, but that’s not the point). You pull the hotel throw pillow out from behind you and toss it towards him but it misses Harrison as he (finally) heads down the hall towards the bathroom. The pillow bounces off the wall and falls to the floor.

“Wait what are we doing today?” You shout, hoping he hears you.

“You told me to shower Y/N! You’ll find out later!” Even though his voice is muffled you can still hear the dumb grin he definitely has on his face.

“And now I’m asking you what we’re doing?!”

“Shower first!” You could hear the water turn on, the pressure causing it to echo off the glass of the shower door.

After thirty minutes of flipping through the hotel TV (and finding nothing entertaining, only news) Harrison finally came out of the hall, fully dressed and dried.

“Took you long enough” You spike seriously but Harrison knew you were being sarcastic, resulting in him rolling his eyes at your comment.

“Ready to go?” Harrison grabbed his coat and pulled it on. As you nodded and stood, he grabbed yours and held it out so you could put your arms in.

“Haz. I can put on my own coat” You protested but couldn’t deny that the gesture had made you smile.

“Just wanna help” He shook the coat just enough that it made noise, a signal for you to let him help. So you did. You put one arm in until your hand popped out of the sleeve and then did the same with the other arm, once it was on you shrugged a couple times so it would fall into place. Harrison’s hands rested on your shoulders for a second, rubbing gentle circles until you had started to turn around as you did up the zip.

“Gonna be warm enough?” Harrison inquired and he placed the hotel room key into his wallet and put it in his pocket. You pull on your backpack filled with daily necessities (not only for CF. you had just regular daily stuff in there, money, umbrella, snacks. whatever you need really).

“Yeah, I’ll be okay” Harrison have you a look. One that you knew all too well. A look that said okay? just okay? It was your turn to roll your eyes now. “Harrison, Don’t worry”

“You know I’m still going-“

“I’m fully aware. Just tell me where we’re going, please?” You pulled on the handle of the door, opening it up and stepping out into the hall.

“You’ll find out when we get there”

“So I know it wasn’t on your list” Harrison starts after the uber drives off. You were thankful to get out of the car. The driver made you slightly uncomfortable but Harrison was somehow able to keep a casual conversation with everyone. Harrison adjusts the straps of your backpack (which he’d taken after the uber ride) and continues, “But I didn’t have anything to put during the day so there’s a couple museums, the 9/11 memorial and then I can’t tell you what we’re doing after.

“I was going to try and get us to the Empire State. I don’t think we can go all the way to the top though because it’s so high and your lungs and stuff and I’m really sorry-” Harrison starts to ramble. You take his hand in yours and squeeze gently, a habit the two of you had started when you were seventeen. Whenever one was overwhelmed or anxious, the other would take their hand and squeeze it once, holding it until the first seemed to calm down when they’d return the gesture.

It takes a moment, and a couple breaths from Harrison but eventually he squeezes back. Reluctantly, you let go.

“Harrison you didn’t have to take me to New York at all, and you did. Thank you. I don’t mind that we can’t see the Empire State. You can go up for me another time.” You look at Harrison, he has his lip pulled between his teeth, “Okay?” He breathes in, then out, and then he nods.

You enter the first museum of the day, an interactive one about New York's history as a port city. You think it made Harrison feel better. He never got nervous before, or at least never showed it, but he seemed semi-terrified for this trip, he just wanted it to be amazing, you knew that much.

So when you were able to point at various unnamed, black and white photos of people and make some joke of them, Harrison could feel the stress release little by little. Maybe it was disrespectful to the people of the photos, but you didn’t seem too worried about it.

After the MoMA, where Harrison and you had dramatically recreated some of the poses in paintings and sculptures, and the 9/11 memorial, which included absolutely no joking (you both knew better than that), you followed Harrison down the street, drinking an iced coffee that you’d gotten with your lunch. You weren’t really paying attention to where you were, only to how far you were from your best friend while admiring the buildings.

It wasn’t until he stopped (and you kept walking, ultimately bumping into him) that you realized where you were. Harrison is fishing two tickets out of the front pocket of your backpack (when did he put them there???). Instead of just stepping back and looking at the sign, like any logical person would, you struggle to read the text on them as he moves around until he finally hands you a ticket.

Hadestown

“Hadestown?” You look up at Harrison, brows furrowed in confusion. He only nods.

“It’s good I promise. It won eight Tony’s” The usher checks your tickets and directs you towards where your seats are. By some miracle, Harrison had managed to get fifth-row seats in an otherwise nearly packed theatre only a week before the show.

You left the theatre with wide smiles and happy laughter. You walked arm in arm with Harrison, huddling close to try and hide from the wind and chilly New York night air.

“The entire time he was so cocky! Hades challenged him and Orpheus was literally like ‘kay bet’ and then lost!” You knew that moment of the play was meant to be upsetting but you couldn’t help but laugh at the stupidity. All he had to do was not turn around and Orpheus still turned around.

“I told you you’d like it” Harrison grins at you as you wait for the uber to show up.

“Yeah. Thank you. You know me too well,” You rest your head on his shoulder.

“Anything for my favourite girl” Harrison looked up at the sky. A couple hours ago it didn’t look like it was going to rain but now it did. Growing up in London, neither of you were unfamiliar with the rain and normally he’d curse the clouds that blocked the sky but it might be good this time. Maybe he’d be able to check another thing off your bucket list (and his own but he’s not going to tell you that kissing you was on his list).

You almost fell asleep in the uber. Music played softly from the stereo and there was little to no conversation. Harrison was just comfy, and your eyes slipped shut. You woke up to Harrison shaking you softly, telling you to wake up, his voice was barely above a whisper.

Once your head was lifted and you’d apologized for falling asleep, you looked out the window. Water and lights and a couple of boats. You smiled as the uber stopped, Harrison paid (you really felt bad about him paying for everything but anytime you tried to pay for anything he insisted. Luckily he’d let you pay for lunch earlier), and then the two of you stepped onboard one of the boats.

There were two decks. One was the roof to the other and you made a beeline for the stairs to the upper deck. You looked over the water, even though the boat hadn’t moved yet, you still loved it.

The boat was hardly filled, the two of you and maybe a dozen and a half other people on board. Conversation about the musical continued to flow from you. You talked about how much you had loved Hermes, attempting to sing some of his parts in a ridiculously low voice, his register much too low for you, making both you and Harrison laugh.

Harrison had gone to get you two a drink from the bar on board, you couldn’t drink alcohol with CF so you knew Harrison would limit himself to one beer. You lean against the railing looking over the water as the boat moved slowly forward. You watched as the reflection of the lights shifted in the ripples of the water.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Harrison comes up behind you and hands you your drink, which you accept graciously before he leans against the railing in the same position you are.

“There really wasn’t a villain” You pause, taking note of how Harrison’s gaze stays on you even when you’re not talking, “Hadestown was a love story through and through”

“Explain?”

“You couldn’t tell?” He shook his head no, “Sacrificing everything for the person you love. They promised to stay together no matter what happened and even when Eurydice went to Hadestown, she tried to bring Orpheus with her. I guess the Fates could be viewed as a villain. They’re kind of like the witches from Macbeth, just there to influence. But they also influenced him not to give up on Eurydice and he didn’t. And then his song reminded Hades of his love of Persephone and made the choice to possibly let Eurydice go even though it meant he’d lose some of his people. He did it because Persephone wanted him to. They sacrificed everything for each other” You took a sip of your drink after you finished talking, giving Harrison time to think over what you said.

“Huh. Yeah” That was all the answer you received. You looked at Harrison and laughed and his minimal reaction to what is essentially an essay in comparison. Harrison continues, “I more so noticed the fact that Orpheus was hopeful even when the circumstances were slim, or unhappy”

“That too” You looked down into your drink, swirling it around in the crystal glass. You see a small splash in the beverage. You start to feel them on your head and on your arms as well. You look around to notice you two are the only ones left on the upper deck. “Harrison it’s raining”

“So it is” Harrison grins and doesn’t move.

“Should we go down to the lower deck?” You question.

“Have you already forgotten? Isn’t kiss in the rain on your list?” Truly you had been so distracted by the rain that you had forgotten.

Wordlessly, Harrison takes your glass from you and places it on the small table that his empty glass sat on. He steps forward, taking your hands in his and wrapping your arms around his neck before his hands fall to your waist. You let him move you with no resistance as butterflies erupt in your stomach. You lick your lips as Harrison dips his head down so your foreheads rest together. “Can I-“

“Wait wait” You cut him off and Harrison immediately pulls his head back from yours, giving you space, worry and a small amount of panic in his eyes. “I just. I do want this, I do. I just need to know”

The sound of rain and Harrison chuckling fill your ears, instantly calming you down. Harrison takes your hand in his, never removing it from his neck and squeezes it softly.

“I promise that this won’t be like a movie, we won’t kiss in front of the Disneyland castle and then fall in love” It’s exactly like a movie though. Both of you know that. You both watched the Notebook for the first time together. You squeeze his hand back, muttering a quiet okay that you weren’t even sure was audible.

Harrison licks his lips before speaking, “Can I kiss you now?”

“Just for the list?”

“Just for the list.” He confirms.

You nod. It takes everything Harrison has in him to hold back. Pretend that he hasn’t wanted to have his lips against yours since year ten. He hopes he held back enough.

Wet lips press against your own. Moving together in sync as rain pours around you, but it’s hardly noticeable. His lips were the only thing you could think of as he pulls you closer to him, lips never separating except to breathe and even then they still brush together.

Although this isn’t the first time you’ve felt his lips on your own it feels like it is. Maybe in a sense, it is. The first time you’re kissing this version of Harrison. The one who isn’t seventeen and having rumours spread around school, giving him a ‘kill count’ that seems to get bigger every time someone new gets told.

You wonder if he’s forgotten about that first time. You hope not, because you sure haven’t.

Completely given up on holding back, Harrison bits and rugs on your bottom lip, eliciting a small whimper from you that you weren’t even sure had happened, it was so quiet. It wasn’t even long enough before Harrison’s lips were back on yours, his left hand moved from your hip up to your jaw and as he deepened the kiss.

Harrison'sn tongue swiped against your bottom lip which you part from the top. He tasted like beer, having never liked the drink before, you couldn’t seem to get enough of it now. Because it was attached to Harrison. You could never get enough of him. How were you meant to give this up now that you’ve had a taste of what it’d be like.

The two of you finally pull apart and it takes a moment for you to come back to your senses and open your eyes. When you do, though, you’re certainly met with a sight.

Harrison’s cheeks were red, his lips matched in colour and swelled slightly. His hair was dark and curly from all the rain and he had a grin on his face still. He always did.

“Cross another one off. Now we should probably get to the lower deck” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you along with him until you were sheltered from the rain. God, how had you gone so long without kissing this boy?

The rain has stopped somewhere between getting off the boat and getting out of the uber. As you entered the hotel, you pulled off your sopping wet coat. You had been too distracted before to even think about the repercussions of standing in the cold air after getting soaked by the rain. Your jeans stuck to your legs when you tried to pull them off to change in your pyjamas. You were still cold though.

Hesitantly, you knocked on Harrison’s door.

“Yeah?” He asked and you pushed the door open. Harrison was pulling a black t-shirt on, adjusting the bottom. He looked to you for a moment before puttering around his room. You watched as he took off his watch and plugged in his phone, part of a nightly routine.

“Can I have one of your sweaters?” You leaned against the door frame with your arms crossed in front of your stomach.

“Why?” He let out a breathy laugh with the word. You’d been taking his sweaters since you were 15. He never told you, but it was part of the reason he broke up with a couple of girls in high school. They got jealous of how he treated you and wanted him to stop being friends with you. They were only insecure and he couldn’t blame for that, but when it got excessive is when he had to end things. Of course, Harrison would never let that happen. But he knew that if he told you, then you’d feel guilty.

“Because it’s cold and your sweaters are warmer than mine” Without hesitation, he tosses a hoodie to you. You flinch, but catch the dark green blob of fabric. You put it on, hood included, and pulled the drawstrings tight so just your face peeked out from the hole and tied the strings in a neat little bow.

The room was frozen, you looking at Harrison and him looking back at you, one eyebrow cocked. Your lips break into an awkward and forced smile. One you imagined make you look like Darcy from Finding Nemo (but hopefully less insane and fish murdery).

Harrison’s expression broke into a laugh, he shakes his head, muttering something to himself before speaking to you through breathy laughs, “Go to sleep”

“Okay” Harrison didn’t think it’d be that easy, you turn around and shove your hands in the pocket of the hoodie, you bunch your shoulders up to your ears, relishing in the warmth of the sweater and you walked away. You’d only opened your door when Harrison shouted a quick ‘Goodnight’, which you returned.

Crawling into bed, you were comfortable. Harrison’s sweater provided familiarity and homeyness. As much as you could get from him without him actually being there.

If you’d known that it was going to be a regular thing for Harrison (or something of his) to sleep with you, you should’ve just gotten a room with one bed.

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Uh Oh (One Shot)

@find-sammys-shoe   I was gonna ask for a teen reader (who is a part of the cast) and Jared is a father figure to her.  I wanted something to happen with the reader (mental health wise) where she starts acting differently.

Words: 4500

Warnings: language, physical abuse, drinking, death, angst

AN- I will not be finishing the Uh Oh series.  I changed it to a one shot.  This was for my Jared lover @find-sammys-shoe ! @sbcamp08 thanks for the assistance. 

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Bella walked to the makeup trailer.  She entered through the door to see Jensen having his hair styled.

“Good morning, Jenny. Hair looking good today.” She snickered.

“Ass.” Jensen responded to her feminization of his name. “You take longer than me, idiot.” He rolled his eyes playfully at his TV niece.

“Whatever, old man.” Bella laughed. “Where is my father?”

“You mean Samantha? He’s coming.”

“Cool, I may have set up a little prank for him…”

“Good luck with that, kid.” He smirked.

Jared walked in.

“Hello, father,” she smiled.

“Hello, daughter,” Jared laughed.

“You realize you two aren’t related, right?” Jensen entered the conversation.

“We should be,” Bella giggled.

“I really don’t like having two of you,” the oldest whined.

“You love us, uncle.”

“Whatever, idiots.”  Jensen excused himself with a huff. 

———

“Whatever, Dean. I was just trying to help. Excuse me,” Becca stomped away.

“When is she going to learn that only I wash Baby? My girl has water stains everywhere now!” Dean roared and crossed his arms.

“You’re injured. She was trying to be nice. Now I gotta go clean up the mess you made with your niece.” Sam stood up from a chair and walked toward his daughter’s room.

“And cut!” The director yelled. “Great job, moving on!” Richard stated.

“I would hurt Becca, you know that, right?  Or you.  No one touches Baby, you or your character.  No touching, no washing, no breathing near my girl.  

“Yes, Jensen, I understand..” She rolled her eyes. “Because you’ve got a stick up your a-“

“Woah!” Jared walked back to the conversation. “Words, much?”

“You cuss all the time. What’s the problem with me doing it?” Bella raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t want my daughter to talk like that.”

“Oh really, Dad ? Because you set such a great example.” She and Jensen snickered.

“Oh, shut up!” Her TV father dismissed them with a laugh.

“Let’s get some lunch.”

———

“You not hungry?” Jared saw that Bella’s plate was empty after going through the buffet line. “Stomach ache or something?”

“Yeah, not feeling too good.” She grabbed her midsection.

“You want some meds or something? Where’s your mom?” Jensen asked.

“I’ll be okay. Thanks. She isn’t here today. Some new crew member was named my guardian for the day, don’t know ‘em.”

“That’s not like her.” Misha stated.

“It is now,” the fifteen year-old sighed under her breath. “Unggh.”  Bella groaned.

“Why don’t you rest in your trailer? We’ll check on you later.” Jared nodded toward her on-set humble abode.

“Okay, thanks.” Bella picked up her plate and walked toward her trailer door.

“Hope she’s okay,” Jared said quietly to the other two cast members nearby.

————

“Better?” Jared saw Bella walking over to him on set after lunch.

“A little. Nap helped.” She gave a small smile.

“Good, kiddo. Let us know if you’re feeling worse, okay?” Jared wrapped an arm around her.

“Yes, sir.”

Please let me get enough sleep tonight.  

_______

The next morning, Bella woke with more energy. “You coming to set, Mom?”  

“No, baby.  Not today.”  Her mom rubbed her temples.  

“Why?  I want you there.”

“You’re old enough.  They take good care of you.” Sharon dismissed her daughter’s question.

“But I want you.  Please?”  

“I am still in my pajamas.  And I think your driver is here.  I’ll sign over guardianship to him for the day.  Have a good day, sweetheart.”  The mother walked outside, signed a release paper, and stepped back into the house.  

What the hell? 

————

“You seem chipper today.”  Misha noticed.

“Slept good, actually.”  The fifteen year-old responded.  

“You don’t normally?”  He inquired.

“No.”  

“How come?  You’re too young to not sleep good.”  Misha looked concerned while sitting in his makeup chair.  

“I don’t really know, Meesh.”

“Try to take care of yourself, okay?”

“Yep, I will.”

_____

“Hey, Jelly!”

“Hey, Bean!  Aren’t you hot?  It’s like 85 degrees (29.4 C) and you’re wearing a huge sweatshirt.”

“No, I’m cold.”

“Are you fighting a fever?” Jared grew concerned.

“Maybe, not sure.”

Jared put his hand up to her forehead.  He winced at her hot skin.

“Go rest.  One of the PAs will get you when we pick up for shooting.”  Jared guided her toward her trailer.

“Okay, thanks.”

Why is she so out of it all the time?  

_______

“No, you may not.” Sam commands..

“Dad,” Bella’s character, Becca starts, “you can’t control me forever.”

“I know, but I can try.”  Sam defends. “I don’t want you to go. Please.”

“You just don’t want me going out with this boy.”    

“Well, yes. But it seems too perfect, sweetheart.”

Dean walks in.

“I have to agree with your dad. The guy comes out of nowhere and has a crush. It’s weird.” He wraps  his arm around Becca.

“Stop taking his side, Dean.” Becca rolls her eyes.  “Fine. But I get to choose the movie tonight.”

“AND CUT!”

As soon as the scene ended, Bella walked off set.

“Hey! Bella!” The boys caught up to her.  She turned. “You okay?  You leave set so fast.  We’re starting to get worried. You don’t hang out with us anymore. Did we do something?” Jared cut in front of her so that she would stop.

“No, of course not.  I’m just exhausted.  The on-set teacher has increased my work, and I guess it’s catching up with me.”

Don’t tell them.  Don’t tell them.

_________

“Gen!”  Bella saw Jared’s wife on the set.  

“Hey, B!  How you doing?” Gen gave her a hug.  

“Good!  I miss your babies!  Where are they?” Bella rubbed her arms.

“At home, I am here on business.”  Gen responded.

“Oh darn, well maybe I can see them next time.”  

“I’m going to see Jared, I’ll see you later.” Gen walked off.

When she greeted Jared, she asked him, “Is something up with Bella? She seemed reserved. I mean, she said hi, but she- I don’t know.”

“Yeah, she seems to be acting strangely lately.”

—————

“Becca?” Dean calls. 

Bella stirred on the bed in front of the camera.

Jensen broke character.

“What the hell is up with you, kid? ACT like you’re asleep. Don’t actually fall asleep!”  He laughed.

“CUT!”

“I’m sorry.” Bella apologized for not being prepared.

———-

“She fell asleep. REALLY fell asleep on the motel bed. Is she not sleeping or something?”  Jensen asked Jared later that day.

“What the hell?”

“Yeah. It was just us in the scene. I enter and ask a question, but she was asleep on the bed!”

______

“Why’d you fall asleep yesterday? Why are you so tired?”  Jared asked Bella in her trailer.

“I think I have insomnia,”  she blew out a breath.

“Have you been to the doctor?  Jensen said you fell asleep during the scene yesterday.  You’re scaring me.”

“Just… stuff.  I’m okay.”

“You’re not though.  Is your family-”

“Leave it, Jared.  Just leave it.”

“Darlin’, I just want you to be-”

“STOP, Jelly.

“Come on, Bella.  You’re scaring us, that’s all. Please tell me what’s wrong. Please.”

“My driver is here to take me home.  Good night, Jared.”  She quickly left the conversation.

—————

“Mom!”

Bella walked through the front door as her driver drove away.  

“Yeah?”  

“You sound tired.  You okay?”  Bella asked her. She heard a sound and saw a figure close the back door behind him.  “Ahh!  Call 9-1-1!”

“Relax, honey.  I know him, it’s fine.”  

“Who is he?”

“He is a friend.”

“Huh.  Just a friend?  You know you and Dad just got divorced, right?” Her mom was stoic, no emotional reaction. “Whatever. Okay, good night.”

“Goodnight sweetheart.”

I need to use the restroom.

_________

“I can’t, Dad.  I can’t help Charlie with research.  I’m already helping Garth because Uncle Dean is an ass and off’d it to me,”  Becca huffs.  “I also have homework due tomorrow night that I can’t get done until the dweeb is done with my computer.  He is catching up on Dr. Sexy, apparently.  Excuse me while I research the old-fashioned way.”  Becca walks toward the library.  

“I still can’t believe he likes that show,’ Sam says under his breath.

When they did the scene again, Bella played the scene in a more dramatic manner.  

“Hey, you okay?”  Jared pulled her aside.

“Yeah, why?”

“You’re changing your intensity every time.  You sound frustrated.”

“No, I’m fine,” Bella dismissed.  

“If you say so, kiddo.”  Jared gave a frown as he walked back to his mark.  

_________

“Oh, no.”  Bella came through the front door a few weeks later and saw her mom asleep on the couch with the same man she had seen recently.  “Hey!”  The two adults stirred.  

“Hey, baby,”  Sharon slurred.  

“Hi, you must be Becky.”  The man tried to stand, but he fell back against the couch.  

“Actually, it’s Bella,” she growled.  “You got some nerve.”

“Oh… cool.”  He did not address her more aggressive comment.  He stood up and walked toward her.  “I’ve heard- I’ve heard so much about you, Becky.”  She moved out of the way.  

“You never stay when I am around.  You two are drunk, aren’t you?  Get out, you ass!  Now!”  

He continued to slowly chase her, staggering.  She screamed as loud as she could.  He stopped.  

“Go, honeybun.  I’ll call you- um- tomorrow,”  Sharon slowly spoke, tripping over herself to get to her friend.

“You’re lucky she was here, Becky,”  the man walked out.  

“Who is that?  A friend with benefits?”  Bella raised her voice.  

“He’s- he helps me.  Your ‘big-lawyer’ father did not pay child support again.  He should, ya know.  I’m gonna find him myself and-”

“Mom!”  Bella interrupted.  “Stop!  He always pays it on time!”

“Your dad is scum, Bell!”  Sharon whined with a lazy roll of her eyes.  

“He’s doing better than you!  He’s in recovery!  You’re more drunk than he ever was!  You know how much I hated his drinking.  Dad stayed with you when you were drunk all the time!”  

Her daughter saw her try to hide a brown long neck behind her back and even more behind a cabinet in the living room. “I need money!  That man helps me!”

“What?  Why are you drinking?  Who was he, really?”  Bella angrily took the bottle from her mom.  “Is this why you stay home?  To get wasted?”  She threw the bottle across the room.  It hit against the metal trash can and shattered on the floor. “That’s what Dad did!  That’s why you divorced him!”

“You and your perfect little life!”  Sharon screamed back at her daughter.  “You get to live your dream while I am now alone!”

“What?”  Bella softened.

“Never mind, sweetie.  Go to bed.  I’ll see you in the morning,”  Sharon sneered and walked up the steps without explanation.

Great. 

______

Why has she been acting like this?  It’s getting worse.

Who was that guy?  He’s gross.  

Why is she drinking again?  She hurt me last time.

How come I’m not with Dad?

It’s 2.30.  Three hours til my alarm. 

________

The next day, Bella did not ask her mom to go to set with her.  She ate breakfast and left with a large mug of coffee in her hand.  When she arrived in Makeup, the makeup artist looked her over.

“You okay, sweetie?  You look exhausted.  That’s not like you to have bags under your eyes like that,”  she said gently.  

“Didn’t sleep.  I’m so tired,”  Bella admitted.

Jared entered the room and noticed as well.

“Were you up watching YouTube videos again last night?”  Jared joked.  

“Yep, that’s it.  Stupid Ariana Grande videos are just so mesmerizing.”  She rolled her eyes.  

“Hey, is something going on?  You would tell me, right?”  Jared put his hand over Bella’s.  

“Huh?”  She yawned.  “Oh.  Yeah.”

“I’m just worried.”

“Don’t be.  I’m a Winchester.  I can handle myself,”  Bella giggled.  

“Baby, what-”

“I’m good, Jelly.  Thanks though.”

________

“Hey, Sharon, it’s Jared.”  He said hello to Bella’s mother.

“Oh, hi.”  Her words slowly came out.

“I’m just calling because we’ve all noticed a difference in Bella, and I wanted to make sure you all are doing okay.  She seems really tired, and she misses you on set.”

“Well, I’ve been a bit busy with my own ativivities- activities these days, Jeremiah.”  

“Excuse me?”

“I’m so, so grateful.  So grateful you care for her.  She deserves someone like you to watch over her.  Thanks,” with that, she hung up.

“What was that?”  Jared pressed the red button on the screen to end the phone call.

“What?”  Jensen and Misha walked up.  

“Uh, I called Bella’s mom just to check in and she seemed out of it.  It was just weird.  Her words were all jumbled and she hung up on me before the conversation was over.”

“That’s weird.  She’s usually upbeat.”  Misha commented.  “But she hasn’t been to set in weeks.  I know Bella has mentioned she isn’t sleeping.”

“She wants her mom here too, but she never comes anymore.”  Jensen chimed in.

“Sharon almost sounded- never mind.”  He spoke slowly.

“What, Jared?”  Misha asked.

“Drunk.  She sounded completely drunk, honestly.”

“Really?”  Jensen and Misha were in shock.

“I mean, that could explain a lot.”  Jared surmised.  

Bella walked out of her trailer and over to the boys.

“What are you crazies talking about?”  

“I called your mom to ask if she was doing okay since she hasn’t been to set with you in a while.”

Oh, crap.  I

Jared continued, “Your mom seemed different. Has your dad been around? He doing okay?”

Bella had to think quickly. “She’s just been out of it lately, I guess.”

“Is that it, though?  You’ve been so tired, and she didn’t seem like herself.”  Jensen asked.  

“We’re good, Jelly.”  

“No you’re not.”  Jared responded curtly.

“Stop.  We’re all fine.”  Bella gritted her teeth. “Excuse me, they need me in Wardrobe.’   She stomped toward the assigned trailer.  

“Not how I thought it would go,” Jared remarked.

__________

Over the next few days, Jared watched Bella closely.  She retreated.  Often, she was in her trailer or left set as soon as scenes were done.  

“She’s hiding.  Something happened,”  Jensen noted, seeing the same realization on Jared’s face.  “You should say something.”

“Me?  Why me?”

“You’re her buddy.  She trusts you.”  

“I’ve tried, man.  She doesn’t say anything.  I mean, she’s practically my kid.  She’s been around since she started kindergarten.  I just-”

“You love her, that’s why you’re stuck.  That’s why we’re all stuck.”

________

“Are you coming to my birthday party?”

“What’s the theme?  Paw Patrol?”  Jensen retorted.

“No, you jerk!”  Bella laughed.  “Please come!  Please?”  She looked at her three cast mates with puppy dog eyes.

“Yes, we will all be there.”  Jared smiled.  

“Yeah!  Thank you!”  She gave each cast member a hug.  

“I promise I will not blare One Direction the whole time!”  Bella laughed.

“Good, because I would turn it off and put on some Pearl Jam,” Jared laughed.

————-

At the party, the boys enjoyed time with the crew outside of work. All in attendance took part in the yummy appetizers and cake, although that is not what caught most attendees’ attention.

Misha was the first to mention it. “Is Bella’s mom- is she wasted at 1pm?”

“She’s at least tipsy. Haven’t seen her take a drink though.”  Jared joined in. “Oh! There’s her dad.” He walked over to Bella’s father. “Hi, Jonathan! Haven’t seen you in a while. How you been?”

“Good, just working a lot. How’s my girl been doing on set?”

“She’s fantastic.  She is always a pleasure. We work hard, but we have fun. We’ve been issuing you both on set! You should come by sometime.”

“Both? Doesn’t her mom go with her?”

Jared realized the weight of his own previous statement.

“I think that’s a discussion for you two.”  He whispered.

Bella’s father quickly walked toward Sharon. Jared tried not to watch as the wto parents gritted their teeth at each other through a quiet argument. Jared became distracted when arms wrapped around his waist.

“Thanks for coming, Jelly.”  Bella giggled. “I love you.”

“Hey, Bean!  Of course I came. Wouldn’t miss a chance to see Harry Stiles on paper plates.”  He picked up a birthday cake plate and showed her.  “Next year we are having an AC/DC party.”

“No!”  Bella laughed. As she caught her breath, she groaned. The now sixteen year-old stomped over to a man who had just entered and screamed, “Get out!” The party-goers became silent. “Leave.” She growled.

“Bella!”  Her mom tan to her and the man. “You know who this is. He wanted to say hi, that’s all.”  She embraced the man in a hug.

“It’s my party. I don’t want him here.” Bella growled lowly. Slowly the attendees went back to their conversations, however the boys watched inconspicuously.

“Just let him come in for a few minutes.”  

“You,” Bella pointed at him, “better not shit on my birthday party.” With that, she walked away and entered the restroom.

“Oh, gosh.” Jared huffed a breath while watching the interaction. 

When she came out of the bathroom, Jared pulled her aside.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. He’s just not my favorite person. I’m fine. Thanks.”

“Hey, Bella!” One of her friend’s called for her. “Come here!”  She waved to Jared and chased her friend down.

“Man, that guy is eerie.” Jensen walked over to Jared after getting a drink.

—————-

“Hey, Jelly!  Hey Meesh, Jenny.”

“Very funny, young lady.”  Jensen admonished.

“Hey, Bean! Did you crash after your party on Saturday?” Jared asked his TV daughter.

“Yes! I was so tired. But thank you for coming!”

“Of course. Glad I could celebrate you becoming an old woman!” Jared slightly nudged her. She winced.  He noticed. “Did I hurt you?”

“Nope!  Just caught me by surprise.”  She gave the worst fake smile he had ever seen. He touched her arm lightly again. When she recoiled. He took her flannel shirt off of her shoulder and lifted her T-shirt sleeve.

“Hey!”  She tried to get out of his grasp, but his hands kept her in place.  The boys gasped.

“It’s nothing.  I’m okay.”  

“You have cuts on you.  And bruises.  What in the name of all things is going on?”  Jared pulled down her sleeve again but held onto her elbow.  “And don’t say you’re fine.”  

“I got bit by a dog,”  Bella answered quickly.

“You wanna try again?  Those weren’t teeth marks.”  Jared probed.  She tried to break free.  “Excuse us, guys.  We need to have a father-daughter conversation.”  Jared growled and walked her to his trailer.  “Sit.”  

“Jelly, I am fine.”

“Don’t ‘Jelly’ me.  And you’re not fine.  Take off your flannel.”

“Huh?”  Bella became defensive.

“Take it off and roll your t-shirt sleeve up.”

“Jare-”

“Do it.”

She reluctantly did as asked.  He saw her entire arm covered in colors.  Scrapes and bruises were evident from her shoulder to elbow.  

“WHAT THE-”  He started.  Jared saw her shift away from him quickly and he stopped talking.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to scare you.  Something happened.  What is it?”

“Don’t ask me. Please don’t ask me that.”  Bella refused to answer his question.

“I’ve seen you pull at your sleeves, eat very little, and hide from us. You’re like my own kid. There is a reason my kids call you their sissy. I want to help you, but I can’t until you tell me.”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t take it anymore.  Life just sucks right now.”

“Why?” Jared tried not give an automatic, protective growl. As soon as she heard the concern in his voice, she broke down.  

“My parents aren’t together anymore.  They haven’t for a while.  My mom had been acting weird, and then-”  Bella suddenly wailed into Jared’s chest.  He soothed her so that she could continue. “Mom started drinking.  She divorced my dad because he did the same thing.  He got it under control, but then I found her with this random guy!  He came after me, and-.”  Bella fell apart again.  “He hurts me every once in a while.  My mom too.  She doesn’t know, though. I think she blacks out.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He pulled her into him.  “Why didn’t you say something?  We could have helped.” As he took note of her body, he saw lined cuts up by her shoulders that he hadn’t seen previously.. “How have you been coping?  And before you say, I think I already know. Can you show me?”

Bella was too weak to talk, so she pulled up her sleeves over her shoulder. Jared took in the pink lines past her shoulder and on the corner of her collar bone.

“I’m sorry,” she wailed. “I’m so sorry. I should have told you!” Bella fell against her TV father again.

————

Over the next few weeks, Bella’s life shifted. She went to live with her dad when he realized what going on.  The cast and crew noticed her demeanor slowly changing back to her true personality. She laughed more, hung around the other cast members, and maintained her natural bubbliness.

“You okay?”  Jensen walked up to his TV niece.

“I am. Got lots of sleep last night. Scrapes and bruises are healing.”

“That’s not what I meant, smartass.”

“Can’t get anything by you, huh?”  She rolled her eyes.

“You seem less stressed.”

“Yeah. I guess I feel safe. Does that make sense?”

“Absolutely.  You had to worry about lots of things that were out of your control. Hopefully you won’t have to anymore.”

“Exactly.  It’s feels good.”

“Bella! I miss you!”

Bella turned from Jensen to see her mother on the other side of the studio stage gates. .

“Don’t respond. Go to your trailer and lock the door.”  Jensen commanded in a low voice. “Go!”

Bella was so stunned that she froze. Jensen turned her toward the trailers and nudged her. When it all clicked, she ran as fast as she could. On her way, she slammed into Jared while tears streamed down her face. He was about to make a joke when he saw the wetness from her crying on his shirt.

“What, Bean?  What happened?” He tried to embrace her, but she pushed him away and grabbed his hand. They entered her trailer and she locked the door. “What-“

“She’s here. She came to the gate and- Jensen told me to run here.”

“She?”

“Mom. Drunk.”  Bella spoke through quick breaths. Jared realized the situation and started to leave. “NO!” She pulled him toward her. “Don’t leave!”

“Let me call security. Come here..”  He offered her the space under his arm and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.  When Jared learned that Sharon had been removed from the property, he relaxed.  “She isn’t out there anymore.  You’re safe.” Blankly, Bella  stared at the wall in front of her. “You hear me, Bean?” He whispered.

“Umm.”

“Shh. Don’t worry. Just sit here with me.”

A knock on the trailer door made Bella shriek. When Jared opened it, a security guard had Jensen by the arm.

“He went ballistic on the lady out there.”

“Bring him in here.”  

The guard sat a blank-staring Jensen down next to Bella on the couch. She noticed scrapes on his hands. When the man left, they sat in silence for a moment.

“What did you do?”  Bella asked her tv uncle.

“I punched a wall.  She said some awful things. It made me mad.”

“Thank you.”  Bella whispered. She fell into his arms.

“If course, Bell. I’m sorry you-“

“Not your fault,” Bella interrupted him.

———————

A few weeks later, “Uh, Dad?”  Bella saw him walking toward her on the set.  

“Hey, sweetheart.  Can we go in your trailer?”  Jonathan asked her.

She saw his drawn face.

“What happened?”

“Let’s talk.”

“No, now.  What’s up?”  She demanded.

“Bell-”

“Now!”

“Fine.”  He took a breath and said quietly, “ Your mom is gone,”  Jonathan made eye contact.  

“What?”  She stuttered.  “Gone as in missing or gone as in-”

“That guy got her drunk and she just had too much.  I am so sorry, baby girl.”  His daughter froze in place.  “I’m so sorry.”  Jonathan approached her and slowly hugged her.  She felt what he had told her.  Bella leaned into him quickly but he did not catch her in time before she hit the ground.  

“THAT ASS!”  She screamed.  “He killed her!”  

Jonathan met her on the cement and held her.

“I know.  I know.  I got you.”

__________

The next afternoon Bella was on set with her father.  “I need to take care of some of Sharon’s business, and I don’t want her around.  Can she go home with one of you for the night?”  Jonathan asked the three main cast members.  

“I think she has some clothes at my house.  Gen and the boys are visiting.  Maybe that would help.”  

“As long as you don’t mind, that would be great.  Thanks, Jared.”  They finished the conversation as Bella exited the bathroom.   “Hey Bell.  I need to take care of some of your mom’s things, so I am going to have you spend the night with the Padaleckis’.”  Bella nodded without much emotion, still processing the events of the last few weeks.  “I’m going to leave you now, but be good, okay?  Call me if you need me.”  With that, he got in his car and left the studio lot.

“You tell me if you feel like hurting yourself.  I will go all ‘protective dad’ on you if you don’t.”  Jared said on the way back to the apartment.  She turned but her eyes looked through him.  

“I can’t feel.  I can’t- I don’t know what to do,” Bella said plainly.  

“I’ve been there.  I know.”  He put a protective hand over hers.  “I’ll help you.”

________

It was late when they arrived at the Padaleckis’.  Jared sat down with her in the living room with a few things in his hands.  “So, I got some things to keep your brain busy.”  He put a journal in front of her on the table.  “This,” he motioned, “is to let it all out.  This is to clench when you get overwhelmed.”  He showed her a stress ball.  “And this is for when you need to scream.”  Jared pointed to a pillow that he put on the couch.  “There are a few other things for you in your room to keep your hands occupied, but I think we can do this.  What do you think?” Jared looked over at Bella.  

“Jelly?”  

“What, Bean?”  

“I am so confused.  Like on what to think.  It’s like my brain is frozen and I can’t- I don’t know.  I’m not making sense.”  

“No, it’s okay.  Why don’t we just hang tight tonight?  Day off tomorrow anyway.  Oh, one more thing,” he pulled something out of his travel backpack.  Jared plopped a black hoodie in her lap.  “Just a little reminder to always keep fighting.  I love you.” 

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In This City~chapter10~Luke Hemmings

IN THIS CITY

CHAPTER 10

MCKINLEY P.O.V

Liam had finally made it official after nearly two months of seeing each other. I had never called him my boyfriend until he had actually asked me out. It was weird to me, to call him that. He seemed to love it when I called him that. I loved spending time with him.

The only time he had that rich guy persona was when he was in the office. He never wore suits when we went to dinner, he never wore fancy shoes or watches. He was like any guy on the street.

We hadn't had any deep conversations about our past yet. Luke had asked me about my family pretty early on into our relationship. Liam didn't. I wasn't going to tell him anything unless he asked. I had finally caved and told him about Luke. He didn't seem to be worried that I still hung out with him and his friends. Even if it was awkward.

"Question." He commented as we were laying in bed and he was playing with my hair.

"Yeah?"

"Will you come to dinner at my parents house? They've been begging for me to bring you home."

"Sure, when?"

"Right now."

"What?" I was in no shape to be able to go to a dinner right now. He should have told me days ago that his parents wanted to meet me. "I don't have my hair and makeup done."

"You don't need to be looking perfect. Your makeup and hair are fine. Just put on a nice pair of jeans and a nice shirt." He shrugged getting up.

"To meet my boss?"

"We don't always dress nice. At home we wear whatever we want." I knew that I shouldn't have but I figured that all rich people wore suits and ties and dresses all day everyday. "My mom even does all the cooking."

"Really?" I asked. He nodded.

"Now get dressed." I stood and got dressed before putting a little makeup on and put a few curls in my hair. I had no idea what to wear. I didn't have any jeans that didn't have any rips in them. I settled for a simple dress and a pair of vans. "Perfect. Let's go. I'll drive." He commented as we left the elevator. He opened the car door for me to slide in before running around to his side.

"What if they don't like me?"

"They're going to love you. You're smart and beautiful and you have a job." He laughed. I looked at him confused on why having a job mattered.

"Why does me having a job matter?"

"Lots of girls have used me for my money." I understood. It had to suck having rich parents and being rich yourself and people knowing it and using it against you. I would hate for someone to do that to me. I had always been independent. I never wanted someone to take care of me. I can take care of myself. I wanted someone to love me and to go through this life with me. Money didn't matter. "You make your own money so you won't be needing any of mine."

He parked at some random building and got out. Someone else opened my door for me and held my hand as I stepped out.

"Good evening." He smiled. Liam handed him his keys before leading me to the door where another man held it open for us and greeted us.

"Holy shit." I mumbled. I was expecting his family to live in a nice house, instead they lived a few blocks away from my office. He hit the button on the elevator for the top floor.

"They're like any normal people."

"He's my boss." I commented looking over at him. It didn't matter if he liked me as an employee or not, he signed my paychecks. It was rare that we ever saw him in our building as he mostly could do all of his work from home but every so often he would come in.

"It's fine." He commented as he stepped off the elevator and led me to the very last door on the floor. He opened it before letting me walk inside before him. He closed the door behind us and kicked his shoes off.

The apartment was nothing like I pictured. It wasn't as large as I though it was going to be. It was bright and decorated just perfect. To the right was the living room with a large gray couch, a t.v, a piano, and a book shelf. The windows were floor to ceiling which I loved.

To the left was the kitchen. It was open to the living room and had a table against the wall that the door was on. I was assuming that the bedrooms were down the hall.

His parents were standing in the kitchen cooking which also surprised me.

"Hi mom, dad." Liam commented as he kicked off his shoes and walked over to them. I wasn't sure if I should take mine off or not but his parents were wearing shoes so I'm sure it's not a big deal.

"Hello." His mother smiled and hugged him. She was a lot older than my mother, he was being honest about that. "Is this her?"

"No. The real one is downstairs." He joked. "This is McKinley." He smiled wrapping an arm around me. I smiled at him before greeting his mother.

"Hello, Darling." She smiled. "It is nice to finally meet you."

"Same to you." I smiled. She turned to get her husbands attention.

"He's hard of hearing." She rolled her eyes. "Henry!" She shouted.

"Yes, Dear." He might have been an asshole to Liam, but he was very patient with his wife. I didn't get to see much of a loving home growing up. It always made me wonder about other peoples lives. If their parents got divorced, if one of their parents cheated on the other.

The only marriage that I ever really watched was my parents. And that should have ended long before I was even born. Besides watching my parents, I did see Luke's parents marriage and it seemed as if his father was very calm and laid back. Not that his mom was crazy but she talked more and I felt as though his father would just listen to what she had to say.

We made small talk before sitting at the table to eat and that's when they started throwing the harder questions at me.

*LUKE P.O.V*

After weeks of being in a boot after my Christmas accident, I was finally free. I still had some pain in my leg and my foot but I was healed and I could actually walk on my foot again. Showering had gotten much easier. The boys had to help me shower before. Thankfully one of them was smart enough to tell me to put a bathing suit on.

I was relaxing on the couch when Michael and Lynn came in with stacks of books in their arms.

"What are you two doing?" I asked sitting up.

"Planning a wedding." She commented. Michael hadn't really talked to us about the wedding. They had an engagement party and didn't invite me, Ashton or Calum. They insisted that it was a small get together with family. At this point I wasn't even sure if we were going to be invited to the wedding or if it was just going to be "family".

"Why are you sitting around moping?" Michael asked as he set two water bottles down on the table.

"I'm not. Just got home from the doctor." I commented. No one was here when I got here which sucked a little because there was usually always someone here to chill with. "Where are Ashton and Calum?"

"No idea." I wasn't surprised with his answer. He never really hung out with us anymore unless it was a work thing. He pretty much was stuck to Lynn's side. She was a great girl from the few conversations that we've had.

"Do you guys wanna go get dinner?"

"We're trying to work. Either help or get out of here." I was a little stunned at her words but I got up and went to the kitchen to make myself something to eat. I stood at the sink eating for heading to my bedroom to do some work.

Ashton and Calum came home a few hours later.

"Where were you two?" I questioned.

"Getting tattoos." Ashton said holding out his arms showing off the fresh tattoos.

"I would have come."

"You had a doctors appointment." Lately I had been feeling left out. Calum and Ashton were always the closer ones of the group but I felt like everyone was out having fun without me. Michael had a girlfriend and was planning a wedding, Calum and Ashton were out doing whatever they wanted, and I was at home. Yeah I had friends outside of them but sometimes it was awkward asking them to hang out.

Hell it felt awkward just asking my friends if they wanted to hang out. I really needed a girlfriend. Suddenly I was regretting breaking it off with Kendall. I hadn't heard from her in a very long time so it wasn't like I would be able to call her up and see if she wanted to go grab dinner or something.

I scrolled on my phone to see if there could possibly be anyone in this city who wanted to hang out. I decided to text a girl who I've hung out with a few times seeing if she wanted to go get some coffee. She was pretty and nice. I didn't really know much just that her name was Kristen.

She agreed to meet me at the Starbucks near the apartment. I quickly got dressed before leaving.

She was already in line by the time I got there. She ordered and got her drink before standing in line with me.

We made small talk for about an hour before we decided to go somewhere else for dinner.

"So, why did you decide to invite me to coffee?" She asked as we walked around.

"Been lonely lately." I answered honestly shrugging. "My roommates sorta have their own thing going on." I knew that moving out here was going to be hard but I was away from my entire family, I left behind the love of my life. Now that I'm here, it wasn't that great.

"Do you even like it here?"

"Honest?" She nodded. "No." I looked down at my feet. "It wasn't how I thought it was going to be. My job is great but I'm kinda all alone."

"Welcome to being an adult." She smiled a little. I smiled but looked down.

"Can we sit? My foot hurts."

"What's wrong with your foot?"

"I broke it. I just got the boot off." I commented finding the closest bench to sit down.

"Do you wanna go home?" She asked. "We can get a Uber to your apartment."

"Yeah." I pulled out my phone to get one to our location. I had suddenly became exhausted and I wonder if it was because the pain meds were finally wearing off.

"Are you roommates home to take care of you?" She asked and I nodded. I had no idea if they were actually there or if they were out. "Good." Our Uber came shortly after and drove me home.

"Can we go out again?" I questioned.

"Of course. Text me." She smiled. "I hope you feel better."

"Thank you." I kissed her cheek before sliding out of the car and heading up to the apartment. I texted her when I was in the apartment safe. I right away took a pain med and grabbed ice to rest on my foot before getting into bed.

I was texting Kristen for a few more hours before finally falling asleep.

The next morning everyone was awake eating breakfast together.

"Why didn't anyone wake me?" I asked looking to see if there were anymore pancakes.

"Didn't know you were here, bro. I can make more." Ashton commented standing up from his spot.

"No it's fine." I commented texting Kristen to see if she wanted to go get breakfast.

'Would love to.' She wrote back within seconds. I texted her back a time and quickly showered and drove over to her apartment. "Hi." She smiled getting into the car.

"Good morning." I smiled back.

"Feeling better today?"

"Much. I think the meds started to wear off while we were together." I drove to the breakfast place down town that served the best waffles.

"Oh um, can we not go here?" She asked.

"What? Why?" I pouted.

"My ex works here." She commented.

"Oh. Yeah. I don't really know of anywhere else though." I commented as we drove passed it. I was really looking forward to the waffles. "What did he do?" I asked.

"She."

"She. Sorry. What did she do?"

"Cheated on me. With my cousin." I looked over at her.

"You're serious?" I asked and she nodded. "That's fucked up."

"You're telling me." I wanted to get more detail but I was afraid that she would ask about my ex's and I was not ready for that talk. How was I going to explain that I almost got married and that my other ex live's upstairs? "It's been eight months and it still hurts."

"It probably always will." I answered truthfully. I will always love McKinley. Always and I hoped that someday we could get back together but that didn't seem like it was going to happen anytime soon.

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Red Leaf Clover   December 19th, 2009, My mom thinks it's a good idea to “write my emotions down on paper.” I think she’s full of crap but it's better than telling her about them. I have therapy every week on Tuesday where all I have to do is sit and talk about “how I feel,“ or “how my day was,” and other stuff she probably does not care about unless she gets paid. My job is better - I still hate my boss - but other than that I get paid five more dollars an hour so that's good. I have depression, anxiety, and signs of being suicidal so whenever she can my mom checks up on me saying “you okay?” or “wanna snack?” I’m tired of people asking me how my day was or if I’m okay. I just want to be normal. December 23rd, 2009, Today is my birthday, I’m fifteen today and as always I hate today. My dad was caught selling  drugs and was sent to prison for about 20 years and I just played video games and ate cake. An hour of playing Grand Theft Auto 4 and eating cake someone knocked on my door, it was three hard knocks like they ran all the way here. “Hello is this Rich’s house?” The boy’s voice had a sweet flavour to it, it was strange. “Yeah who is it?” I said hoping they left. “Can I come it?” He said with passion. “Sure?” I said as the door opened, and the boy was... I don’t know, he was something. “So why are you here?” I asked as he tried to get comfortable on my couch. “I wanted to come down and say hi, and ask if you wanted to be friends .” confused I keep moving in my seat feeling a little uneasy aground him but not in a bad way.”sure” I say “yeah” trying not to look happy about it.  he sits next to me and for some reason…….my heart start picking up speed….my face was burning and I was nervous talking to him, so I put in mortal kombat 9 and play it with him so we don’t talk about anything but the game. By 15 minutes of me beating him to a pulp in the game he says he has to go, “sorry man I gotta go me and my mom just moved here so we got some stuff to  unpack.” he makes a smile which makes me smile, and then…….my heart starts to speed up again. He walks out the door and I watch him disappear into the night like a plane disappears into the clouds when it gets off the ground. My mom walks in and says “how was your birthday?” I look at her and say “it was alright.” and then she leaves the room, but that boy…...I never felt like that's before around…...anyone……..he’s cute…….I like him. January 15th, 2010, It's really early and I’m making my mom breakfast, I finish to see the time it’s 7:30 am I put my backpack on and shoes and leave a note to tell my mom that I made her breakfast and leaves to go to school. I take my bike and ride it to school, than out of nowhere I see him…...I’m so focused on him I crash into a tree and scratch my leg, he hears the noise and runs to see if I’m okay. “Are you okay?” he says worried “yeah i’m fine.” ~no I’m not~“I’m gonna go to school want to walk with me?” his hair white hair blows in the cold air “yes” ~I would love to being honest~ “ how’s your day?” he says “it’s okay” ~better now~ where walking and all I do is look at him sometimes look to where i’m walking so I won’t die but I like looking at him. Where at the school and he’s asking me something but I can’t hear what he’s saying I just see his breathing and say yes. “Perfect see you at your house after school.” he walks away,  I walk in to my classes and work on tests and assignments but….all I can really think about is him sometimes the teachers would tell me to pay attention and shouting. “Mr. clover please pay attention!” I zoom up “yes sir.”  he nodes his head as he….falls asleep. As I walk out of the school he walks behind me and screams in my ear. “HELLO BRO!” it felt like it busted my ear drums but no matter what his voice was calming, “sup” he smiles a pretty smile “you okay?” I ask about to laugh but holding it in. “I have army of two for you” my face lights up as I grab the game from his hands screaming “ OH MY GOD THIS GAME IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES I HAVEN’T PLAYED IT IN 3 YEARS!!!!” he just starts laughing and walks ahead “hey”  he turns back at me “yeah?” “What’s your name?” he turns and  says “my name is ghost” I ask why he’s  named ghost he replies “it’s just a name I gave myself.” and he walks away disappearing once again. January 29th, 2010, “How are you Richard?” Mis.Ruby says I say good and she asked about my month and I say “pretty good, better than last.” she smiles and says good than I say “my birthday was….better.” Mis.Ruby looks at me with a face that says explain, “This kid…...came to my house and played video games with me.” I say face turning red “boy or girl?” I say boy while my face feels like it’s on fire. She smiles and writes it down, than erasses it. “That's good.” she says with a smile “what about your thoughts?” my face stops burning as soon as she said that. “I have…..done it…..” she puts her notebook down and says to me. “Look if you keep doing this I’m gonna have to turn you in.” I look up at her and basically scream  “NO!!!” I pull my arms to my chest and tear up. “I’m sorry but I have to but this is the last chance to stop this if not its the 3 moths to a year in green waters psychic housing I’m sorry.” I look at her and say okay i’ll try and leave, before I could go she gives me a button and a drink “you're a good kid I known you can do this.” I open the bottle of coke and take a sip while walking to my mom’s car, I get in and my mom looks at me with a concerned face. “Let me see?” I pull up my sleeves and red marks up and down my arm shine off my pale skin. “Get out..” my mom says about to cry. “What?” I say with confusion “GET OUT OF MY CAR NOW!” I step out of the car rolling down my sleeves and my mom’s car speeds away.   February 2nd, 2010 I’ve walked inside to see my mom on the floor….drunk , “mom?” she pops up with a look of disgust, “what do YOU want?” she looks at a half empty bottle of beer next to my feet, “nothing.” I leave the room to go to bed. The next morning I wake up too the smell of bacon, I put on my jacket because I can’t find a shirt and walk down stairs. “You want toast?” my mom tries to smile and not cry, “I’m sorry rich, is there anything I can do for you?” I look at her trying not to yell at her for what she did  yesterday but I smile and say “you can hand me a pancake?”  we both laugh. February 5th, 2010 Ghost pushes me to join a club, to be honest the only reason why I’m doing this is to get away from my mom and to be with ghost. “Hey, you okay?” he asked me and I jump “ye..yeah I’m fine.” he looks at me with his frozen blue eyes and my heart melts ( he just doesn't know it) he walked in a room and pointed to a bunch of people that I’ve seen in the hallways but never talked to. “This is max, philip, and jessie.” he smiles at me and yells “WELCOME TO THE SUPERNATURAL CLUB!!”  I say hi like the anti-social person I am and for the rest of the day I just sit there and watch people and they stare at me, than ghost says “you know what the club has a meeting tomorrow wanna come?” his face looks concerned for a bit then he smiles really quickly too cover up he’s sad I know because I do it. “Okay, I guess I can come.” he smiles and pull me to the group and we just start talking about ghost sightings, legunds, and huntings and for the first time in a while….I was happy and if never meet ghost than my life would be worse. After the meeting me a ghost raced to my house and ghost won, “hey what are you doing tomorrow?”  he asks me and I start to feel...warm “uhhh a movie?” his face looks surprised and turns red a little “like a date?” my face burns “m...maybe” he stepped closer to me with a smile “ you're gay?” my face burns and I step a little closer “I...I guess?” he puts his hand on my face and steps closer to me “well than why not.” ~his hand is so warm~ he comes closer to my face kissing me. My face melts off, “did I invade your personal space?” I look at him smirking, “shut up cute boy.” March 1st, 2010, I’ve been sleeping a ghost’s house for the passed month, it’s way better than at my mom’s because I have a real reason to wake up in the morning. He wake me up  with a huge smile. “How was your sleep?” he says smile growing wider “really good cute boy” I say as he blushes and turns to get some clothes to wear down stairs. “You looked peaceful, which is cute because you always look on edge.” he says as he puts on pants and a shirt. “Yeah I guess?” I replay as I  set up and get to the bathroom to take my meds and make sure that ghost doesn’t see me, after I get out and turn on ghosts ps3 and play fear than I put on a hoodie and go too my house too get some more clothes. As I walk in I see over 5 beer bottles on the floor and a note on the kitchen table and read it. “Dear waste of space of a son, your so pathetic you think that EVERYONE hates you well they do most of all I HATE YOU goodbye you, From no longer your mother.”  I crumble the paper up and throw it outside because I left the door open, and then break a beer bottle. At first I just picked up the piece of glass, then  i rolled up my sleeve and added a new mark……..”rich?” I look remembering that the door is open seeing ghost walk back and run, I run after him pulling my sleeve down but his house is an hour away from mine and by the time I got there  the police was there with my therapist. “Ghost?” I say as my face is overcome with tears and so is ghost. “Let’s go Richard.” I start to run and before I could get too the corner the police catch me. “NO PLEASE I DON’T WANT TO GO!!!!!” the tranklize me and as my world got black ghost ran up to me and said with his sweet sounding voice “sorry ri…” I blacked out. March 2nd, 2010, “How are you feeling?” mis.ruby asks, “you haven’t talked to anyone, it’s worrying me.” ~of course I’m not okay my boyfriend turned me in and my mom left me on top of that I’m in a mental hospital, so yeah I’m fine~ “I’m okay.” she puts her hand on my shoulder as if trying to say she cares about me. “ no you're not….you need help.” I say nothing “that's all for today Richard goodbye.” the two staff workers take me back to the cafeteria and out ide the window  of the waiting room for guests I see him….standing there with a smile, the staff worker says go outside he’ll be waiting. I walk outside and he’s standing there. “Hey ho….” I hug him as soon as he starts talking, “I’m so so so sorry please don’t hate me…….” he pats my back  and I here is heart race, “i don’t” I start crying and he hugs me tighter. “Me and my mom are gonna to take care of you from now on oaky?” I say that's fine and we watch the sun set. “My name is ross by the way...my real mane.” I smile “last name?” he blushes “my full name is ross redleaf.” I hug him “I like it ross.” he puts his hand on my head. “But at school you call me ghost okay?” I laugh “okay ghost, and my full name is Richard clover.” he starts to laugh and say “ put our last names together you get red leaf clover.” I hug him and say with a smile that I can only do in that moment with him alone. “Love you cute boy.”