#genuine I don’t even know. I just let it come to me. yea uhh. wide face. that nose. big brows. yeaaaaa. yea. anything else? hell if I know
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lord-ofthe-frogs · 6 days ago
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Hi hello. In a similar fashion to what I did in uhh.. July? Was it? Here, I am dropping trolls fanart into the wilds here. What possessed me to draw trolls fanart again? What inspires anyone. Fanfiction. Whatever.
Yea. Human design. Here. I might draw more. Being encouraged would probably make a difference on that front I live off of feedback
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whatisthiswritingthing · 4 years ago
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The Photographer - Tobin Heath x Reader
Prompt: Hey, I love your writing. I was wondering if you could do Tobin X reader where the reader is a photographer who's helping out taking pictures for re-inc?
Note: This was option B yesterday! 
“That’s the third time you have tripped over that case,” Christen laughed as Tobin stumbled again.
“Then we should probably move it, shouldn’t we,” Tobin grumbled, shy, embarrassed.
“I think it has more to do with who owns the case and not the case itself,” Christen shot her knowing smirk.
They had hired a new photographer to help them with the Re-Inc photoshoot. It was one of their biggest product launches yet, so they decided to bring in a new photographer, give the new launch a new look too.
The new photographer was incredible. They were on day two of the shoot and the pictures they had were phenomenal, it was going to be difficult to narrow down which ones to use. She put all the models at ease, earning genuine smiles, describing what she wanted casual and well. She confidently ran the shoot, politely directing everyone around, eagerly taking critic from Christen and Tobin about what they wanted for the products.
“No, it’s the case, we should move it,” Tobin blushed, looking away from Christen.
Christen grabbed her elbow before she walked away, Tobin let herself be pulled back but refused to make eye contact. “Tobs, just talk to her.” She said softly
“Hey guys,” Y/N approached with a smile, leaning into the case at their feet, starting to switch out lenses. “Shit, is this in the way? Here, let me move it.”
“No, no, no, It’s fine, definitely not in the way. You can leave it wherever you want. All good,” Tobin rambled quickly. Christen turned, smirking at Tobin.
“You sure Tobs? Someone might trip.”
“Oh no, Y/N obviously needs it right here. It’s perfect right here,” Tobin rambled again, “you don’t need to move it, you’re perfect,” Tobin directed to the photographer. “umm I mean your equipment. Perfect where it is, I mean.”
Tobin spun on her heel and walked away without saying anything else.
Y/N slowly stood up, watching the soccer player walk away smirking at the interaction.
“So, I’m good?”
“Perfect apparently,” Christen laughed, shaking her head at her best friends’ actions. “Tobin does some photography in her free time.” If Tobin wouldn’t do anything about her obvious crush, Christen would have to step in.
“Yeah? This your way of telling me I just got fired?”
“What? No, not at all! You are doing a great job!”
“I’m kidding Christen,” Y/N reached over and placed a hand on Christens forearm. “Tobin is welcome to mess around with some of my stuff if she wants.”
Y/N began to walk away, camera in one hand, additional lens in the other.
“She would love that!”
Y/N motioned for one the models to come over, so she could begin to shoot again. Christen turned to go find Tobin.
“Tell me how much you love,” Christen shook Tobins shoulders when she found her.
“What did you do?” Tobin challenged.
“Told Y/N that you do photography.”
“You did what?” Tobin looked at her with wide eyes.
“And she seemed pretty impressed, said you can use some of her equipment,” Christen continued as if Tobin hadn’t spoken. “you should totally do it, go ask her about what she uses or what other projects she has done. Her coffee order. Something Tobin!”
“Christen I can’t believe you!”
“I’m helping Tobin, you like her, talk to her. She is approachable, she’s done great work with our launch, she offered to help you,” Christen rubbed her hands up and down Tobin‘s biceps. “Y/N!” she called over her shoulder, causing everyone to stop what they were doing and look in their direction.
“Yo!” Y/N turned around, grinning.
“Tobin is getting coffee, she wants to know what you want,” Christen pushed the midfielder towards the photographer.
“I hate you,” Tobin mumbled under her breath as she walked towards the photographer.
Y/N could see how uncomfortable Tobin was as she approached.
“You don’t have to get me anything Tobin,” she offered sympathetically.
“No, I’m just heading out now.”
Y/N gave her her order, “why don’t you give me a hand when you come back? I’d love some of your insight.”
Tobin took a deep breath as she approached the photographer after returning from her coffee run.
“Ahh thanks Tobin, let’s take a quick break,” Y/N took the offered coffee, setting her camera down on one of her cases.
Talk to her Christen mouthed over Y/N’s shoulder.
“So, uhh, which camera do you like?” Tobin rolled her eyes at herself.
“I’m mostly using the Nikon D850 for this shoot. It’s perfect for a fashion shoot like this; it’s small, has a quick auto-focus. So, I’m able to get a bunch of rapid shots and poses easy. Fashion shoots can get a little chaotic, lots of people, lots of movement, this is pretty durable,” she lit up at the opportunity to talk about her camera. “Plus, it’s pretty good when I do action shots for sports too, but I usually switch between Nikon D500 for those.”
Tobin nodded along.
“Christen said you do a little photography?”
“Oh yea, but nothing like what you do. Your stuff is incredible!”
“Nah, it’s all you guys. You have great products and people to shoot,” Y/N motions around the room. “You know exactly what you want, so that makes it so much easier. I’m just shooting what you guys envision.”
Tobin blushed at the sincere compliment.
“You’ve done such a good job with our stuff, really brought out our vision and made an effort to listen to what we wanted.”
Now Y/N blushed, then began to pick up her camera, motioning another model over to resume shooting.
Tobin awkwardly shifted on the case she was sitting on. Christen came from behind, placing her hands under Tobins arms and lifting her up.
“Ask to help,” Christen whispered in her ear.
“Want to help, Tobin?” Y/N called over her shoulder before Tobin could even think of it. Christen pushed her forward.
Y/N stretched out her arm holding the camera, offering it to Tobin.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course! It’s your shoot, it needs to have your guys’ touch on it too,” Y/N nodded with a smile.
Tobin stepped forward and took the camera, stiffly taking a few photos. Y/N slid up next to her, placing a hand over Tobin’s.
“Relax your grip, you’re too tense, the camera won’t focus as clear.”
Tobin nodded to herself, taking a steadying breath, focussing on loosening her grip. Y/N applied a small amount of pressure to Tobin’s hand, guiding it to a new position. She leaned back to glance at the screen while Tobin kept snapping pictures.
“Those look really good Tobin!” Y/N encouraged, “step to your left a bit, and drop down. It will give you a better angle up and shift the lighting.”
Tobin shifted a little bit, still taking pictures. Y/N nodded along, tilting her head focusing on the screen and the photos as they came up, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Tobin risked looking at the photographer, her jaw dropped, camera dipping down as she looked at the photographer.
Y/N’s face relaxed, looking away from the screen to Tobin as the photos stopped showing up. Christen rolled her eyes as she saw it occur.  Tobin quickly brought the camera up and rapidly took pictures.
“Want me to take back over?”
“Uhh yea, probably for the best,” Tobin handed the camera back.
Y/N stepped back over, taking the camera back, shifting around the space taking more pictures.
“Smooth Tobs, real smooth,” Christen whispered into Tobin’s ear, nudging her shoulder.
“Was it that bad?” Tobin cringed.
“Nah, it could have been worse. I do suggest you ask her out, I’m guessing most photographers don’t let just anyone touch their cameras.”
“True,” Tobin nodded along, “so you think she would say yes?”
“I would be amazed if she said no Tobs,” Christen squeezed Tobin’s arm reassuringly.
The two stood and watched while Y/N continued to work, seamlessly adjusting people, patiently directing them where they needed to be. Tobin couldn’t take her eyes off the photographer; the subtle flex in her forearm while she gripped the camera, her tongue sticking out as she concentrated, the one piece of hair that wouldn’t stay behind her ear. Tobin took it all in, wanting to learn what other quirks she had.
“I think that’s good for today,” Y/N smiled, beginning to pack up her camera and the additional lenses she had been using. “Thanks everyone, great work!”
Tobin confidently took steps toward Y/N as she snapped one of her cases shut.
“Hey, I’m thinking of going for a drink now, maybe go for supper. Want to join?”  
The soccer player tripped over her own feet. She had planned on asking out Y/N, she had not been expecting Y/N to ask her out first.
Y/N misinterpreted Tobin’s stumble as being uncomfortable and began to back track.
“But you’re probably busy. Or I total misread this,” the photographer trailed off, focusing intently on packing her things.
“Shit, no,” Tobin took two large steps to finish closing the distance. “Supper sounds perfect. I was actually on my way over to ask you the same thing.” She awkwardly chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck.
“Oh,” Y/N’s head shot up, “umm great, that’s great.”
This was the first time Tobin had seen Y/N unconfident in her actions.
“Great,” Tobin winked, earning an unexpected blush, “why don’t I help you pack up and we can leave from here?”
Y/N grinned and nodded in return.
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crowtrinkets · 4 years ago
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Like a Sailor’s
Turns out when Asra was rehabilitating his apprentice, he may or may not have neglected to teach them a few words. Gender Neutral Apprentice
ALT TITLE: You kiss your mother with that mouth? I don't remember my mom?
Lots of swearing lol, short fic cause I thought the prompt was funny.
Word Count: 1,623
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The first time I heard the word it was met with a gasp from a mother who whisked her child away from the market. A man was yelling about the price of rice and when he uttered the word it seemed to come as a shock. I couldn't speak at the time so I could never ask Asra what it meant at the time. The man's outburst didn't seem to phase Asra as he continued to peruse the pendulum stand without disturbance. I decided to leave it be at the time.
The next time I was at the docks and a sailor was laughing with his friends, I couldn’t very well have gone up and asked the stranger since it seemed everyone knew what it meant. But I still wanted to know. But again I let my question fall to the back of my mind.
As my life went on I continued to hear the word over and over, still never with an explanation, and with a multitude of contexts. Which further confused me about its meaning.
One day Asra and I had Julian and Muriel over for some tea and it quickly turned into a game of cards. Julian is exceptionally bad at cards, his poker face is terrible. Asra always cheats but Muriel and I know him well enough to call him out when we discover it. At one point Julian uttered it. The Word. The word that has plagued my thoughts with its potential meaning, I decided I was in comfortable enough company and I took the plunge with my question.
“What does that mean?” I turn towards Julian. My question seems to be shocking because Julian gazes at me in astonishment, and Asra looks embarrassed. Even Muriel looks shocked.
“Asra! This is a question for you,” Julian looks uncomfortable trying to shift my genuine question to Asra as he takes another sip of his tea.
“I uh… well I guess I never did teach you everything,” he laughs nervously. Muriel lets out a chuckle. “But maybe it’s best if we talked about this later”
“Asra please!” I reach across the table a grip his hands. “Just tell me” I can see a flush form on Asra’s face. Julian looks to Muriel as they both chuckle, Julian more than Muriel.
“Asra, what does fuck mean?” I plead. Julian starts howling with laughter, nearly spilling his drink. Muriel lets out a snort. This is the most emotion I’ve seen him express ever. I can’t help feeling embarrassed that I'm the only one who doesn’t know. Asra lets out a sigh.
“Well uh, remember when I had to explain some swear words to you? It's like that but it’s a little harsher than other words,”
“Well, what does it mean,”
“Depends on the context my friend,” Julian waggles his eyebrows at me. Asra elbows him in the ribs earning a wince from the redhead.
“Well um, how do I explain it? You use it in multiple ways,”
“Such as?”
“Well, you can use it as an insult?”
“Like ass?” I know that one.
“Y-yes” Asra clears his throat and looks down into his teacup. Julian continues to chuckle as Asra and I go back and forth.
“Oh, you could use it for more than just an insult,” Julian leans in eyes shifting between Asra and me.
“Ilya!” Asra says through his teeth.
“Asra, you have to tell them,” Muriel chimes in.
“Well you can use it as an exclamation,” Asra seems more and more uncomfortable by the second but I can't understand why.
“Like Julian did just now? Cause he got a bad card?”
“Uh yea like that, but I would avoid using it,” Asra reaches for his tea and takes a sip. “You know what we need more tea I'm gonna go make some,” Asra gets up and heads in the completely opposite direction of where the tea is stashed. My gaze shifts to Julian.
“Julian, please tell me what it means,” another snort escapes Muriel and Julian flushes.
“Oh uhh well it can also be used to describe um… activities…” He avoids my eyes as he speaks. suddenly flustered under the pressure of my apparently loaded question. 
“Activities?”
"Er yes… you know activities?" Julian gestures like he's trying to get me to finish the sentence.
"I'm not following,"
"You said you heard the word before?" Muriel cuts in.
"Yes, I've heard it used a lot by the docks, and sometimes Julian says it but I never knew what it meant,"
"Well then just use it in that context," Muriel shrugs and then gets up to go wherever Asra is hiding. Feeling defeated I decide that these three won't answer my question.
"Fine, I'll ask someone else, someone who I know will answer my question,"
"And who might that be?" Julian questions, leaning back in his chair.
"Portia," in an instant I whip around and head downstairs towards the door of my shop. I hear a distinctive "NO" from Julian as I run. I slam the door behind me and head for the palace.
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I wave hello to the guards as I walk over the bridge into the palace. Portia said she was unable to come over today because she's working. I'm sure me asking a little question couldn't hurt. I poke my head into the kitchen but I don't spot Portia anywhere. I check the ballroom, the library, the verandas, the drawing room. Just about everywhere. I'm starting to loose hope of my search until I quite literally run into a pile of boxes.
"Woah there!" the person carrying to boxes stumbles backwards but then steadies themselves.
"Portia? Is that you behind those boxes?" a tuft of red hair just barely pokes on the side of the boxes. Yup that's definitely Portia.
"Oh hi MC! Yea Milady wanted these boxes moved, and I was the only one available,"
"Would you like some help?"
"Oh thanks but I've gottem! You can help me by opening that door though!" She points her foot at a door a few feet away, to which I walk over and open. Portia places the boxes into the small closet and then dusts off her hands.
"So, not that I don't want you here, but why are you here? I thought everyone was at your shop?" Portia's smile is warm and inviting, but I still shift my weight out of embarrassment. 
"They are, but I wanted to ask you a question," Portia gives me an encouraging nod. I wring my hands together and finally speak.
"What does fuck mean?" Portia's smile falls and her eyes go wide. She then bursts out laughing. Not the reaction I expected but better than avoidance. She stops laughing when she notices my lack of laughter.
"Oh! Oh you're serious!" I give her a nod. "Well uh... You can use it a lot of ways,"
"Like as an insult?"
"Yea exactly, but also you can use it to describe an action,"
"What kind of action,"
"Oh, hrm well you can use it like "let's get fucked up" like when you get drunk with friends," I nod quickly, noting the phrase into my memory. 
"What else?"
"Oh uh... well um... when two people love each other very much-"
"Pasha!" a voice cuts in. We turn to see Julian, Asra, and Muriel turning the corner towards us.
”Why did your run off like that?” Asra asks me.
“No one was answering my questions!” I shift my glare between the three standing in front of me. They all cringe with embarrassment.
"Oh my, I was not expecting guests today," Nadia makes her way around the corner and stops when she sees all five of us.
"Oh milady! I wasn't expecting them either I apologize," Portia chimes in.
"No need for apologies Portia, my friends are always welcome, but what are you all doing here?" 
"Well you see-"
"We were just-" Asra and Julian speak at the same time. Muriel lets out a huff and approaches Nadia. He signals for her to lean in and whispers something in her ear. Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise and her gaze shifts to me.
"Oh my," she says bringing a hand to her chest in shock, composed, but she still seems surprised. Muriel nods in response as he rights himself. "Well I feel I can resolve this situation," Nadia gestures for me to approach her and she leans to whisper in my ear. What she tells me answers the question I've been asking all day. I flush a little in embarrassment but I guess it makes sense.
"That was it!?" my eyes snap to Asra and Julian who are trying to look around innocently.
"My these er, moldings on the ceilings are quite nice, can't say I noticed them before," Julian tries to change the subject.
"Asra, c'mon it wasn't that serious," I say, folding my arms.
"Ah, yea I guess so, sorry for driving you to find other sources,"
"It's ok, sorry for running off," Asra and I exchange warm smiles. Nadia clears her throat.
"Well since were all here why don't we all relax on the veranda?"
"Yknow, all this running around has probably made us all quite thirsty," Julian's signature smug smile plasters itself on his face.
"Well I suppose some indulgence couldn't hurt," Nadia smiles back.
"I'll grab some bottles!" Portia says.
"I'll go with you," Muriel mumbles. The two of them walk off towards the kitchen. Nadia puts her hand on my shoulder.
"You will be joining us yes?" I give her a nod. I look Asra straight in the eyes and try to laugh as I watch the blood drain from his face with what I say next.
"Let's get fucked up,"
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obx-adventures · 4 years ago
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The Fall
Summary: Grace just moved from Figure Eight to the Cut. She never expected to run into her old friend, Kiara, and discover she lives next door to JJ Maybank.
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Chapter 1
“JJ, get your ass out here! I’m leaving in 2 minutes whether you’re in the car or not!”
“Kiara?” Grace originally walked outside to see who had been honking for the past 5 minutes but discovering her old school friend yelling at her neighbor wasn’t what she expected.
“Grace?” Kie can’t hide her surprise as she gets out of her car.
“Hi!” Grace runs over to hug Kie and holds onto her like a lifeline. “I haven’t seen you in forever!”
“Damn, Kie. You spent the last 5 minutes yelling at me to hurry up and you aren’t even ready.” Grace glances over at the newcomer and does a double take. She has seen JJ Maybank plenty of times before but has never been close enough to see how beautiful his eyes are. “Dude, are we going or what?”
“JJ, don’t be rude,” Kie chastises him. “This is Grace Porter. She was the only person at the Kook Academy who talked to me after Sarah told everyone I was a narc.”
“Hey,” he says while looking confused. “What are you doing in the Cut?”
“Uhh… my mom and I just moved in last weekend.” Grace looks down at her feet and misses the looks Kie and JJ share.
“Do you want to come hang out with us?” Grace’s head jerks up at the unexpected response for Kie. “JJ and I are meeting our friends to go out on the marsh today. You could come with.”
“Are you sure?” Grace looks between Kie and JJ but focuses more on his reaction. She knows that Kie is being sincere in her invite but doubts that JJ would want her to come with. When he shrugs his shoulders, she looks back at Kie. “Give me a minute to grab my swimsuit?”
“Sure.” Kie offers her a reassuring smile. After Grace runs back inside, she turns to JJ. “You could have been a little more enthusiastic.”
“Kie, she’s a Kook. I only agreed because you vouched for her. Be happy with what you get.”
“JJ, she’s not like the others. The Monday after Sarah told everyone I called the cops, I was sitting at lunch completely alone and she came over to sit with me. She’s a good person.”
Grace runs back outside and climbs into Kie’s car. She’s nervous about spending the day with new people but she’s been losing her mind a little since the move. She didn’t really have any friends in Figure Eight so she’s used to spending most of her time by herself. But being in the small house with her mom has been awful. Amanda Porter has not taken to poverty well. Grace is pretty sure all the tears her mom has shed are due to their new economic status instead of her impending divorce.
“Oh, Grace, heads up… Sarah Cameron will be there.” Kie looks in the rearview mirror and laughs when she sees how wide Grace’s eyes are. “I know. She was the devil. But she’s with John B now and we talked through our shit. So, it’s all good.”
“John B? Is he the kid who’s dad was lost at sea like a year ago?”
“Yea. And Pope Heyward will also be there. Do you know him?”
“Yea, I think we played against each other on Math Team.” When JJ snorts, Kie elbows him hard over the car console.
“Sorry…” JJ turns back to look at Grace and is ashamed when he sees how embarrassed she is.
Once they arrive at the Chateau, Kie introduces Grace to everyone and they load up the HMS Pogue with coolers before all climbing aboard. Grace seriously considers bailing, still embarrassed by JJ laughing at her. But before she can, Sarah comes to sit down next to her on the boat.
“Hey Grace,” Sarah says softly, catching Grace’s attention. “I’m sorry about your parents. But I’m glad you’re here. I know you never really liked me after everything that went down with Kie. But I’m hoping you’ll give me a chance to show you I’m not that person anymore.”
Grace studies Sarah’s face and sees how sincere she is. The two girls were never really friends but Grace’s dislike of Sarah blossomed when she saw how hurt and confused Kie was after their falling out. But, if Kie can get past it, Grace will try, too. She offers her a small smile and is surprised when Sarah pulls her into a hug.
As they pull away from the Chateau, Sarah joins John B on the captain’s chair. Grace takes the moment of peace to lean her head back and feel the breeze against her skin. She jumps when she feels something cold tap her knee.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Grace is surprised that JJ is sitting across from her, looking sheepish. “Do you want a beer?”
“I don’t drink.” Grace waits for him to laugh at her again but is surprised when he just nods in response.
“I’m sorry for laughing earlier.” Grace nods at him, expecting that to be the end of the conversation. She’s surprised yet again when he pulls out a bottle of water for her and moves to sit next to her. “Really, I’m trying not to be such a dick. Kooks kind of bring it out of me but I’m trying.”
“It’s ok, JJ. And I’m not a Kook anymore. I don’t think I ever really was one.” When she sees how confused he is, she continues on. “I’ve never thought that having money makes anyone better than someone else. My dad says stuff like that all the time and I hate it. I liked hanging out with Kiara because she’s not really a Kook either.”
“Well, I guess that makes your move to the Cut a little easier.” When Grace looks back down at her hands and fidgets, JJ knows he’s hit a nerve. “Shit, sorry again. I wasn’t trying to be a dick there.”
“No, you’re fine. It’s just, uh, my mom hasn’t handled the move well. She hasn’t worked since before she met my dad and I don’t think she knows what to do. I realized last night that I’m going to need to get a job soon to pay the rent. My dad only gave us enough for one month and my mom seems to think that he’ll change his mind. But he won’t.”
“Hey, Kie!” JJ yells, causing Grace to jump a little. “Didn’t you say your dad needed another server?”
“Uh, yea… but you know he won’t hire you again.”
“Not for me, for Grace.” Grace looks at JJ in surprise.
“Seriously? Grace, my dad would hire you in a heartbeat.”
“Really? Are you sure?”
“Definitely. Unlike JJ, you’re reliable and have good people skills.” Grace’s eyes widen, expecting JJ to be upset. Instead, he laughs with the rest of the Pogues.  “Seriously though. I’ll talk to my dad tonight and let you know.”
“Thanks, Kiara.” Grace nudges JJ and when he looks at her, she mouths ‘thank you’. He nods and then leans his head back to relax. Grace does the same, finally feeling her anxiety ease.
“Why do you call her Kiara?” JJ asks after a couple minutes of silence.
“Because that’s her name.”
“Yea, but I only hear her parents call her that.” JJ turns his head slightly to look at Grace. Instead of responding, Grace just shrugs her shoulders.
JJ studies her while her eyes stay closed and her head rests on the seat. He’s surprised by the quiet girl sitting next to him and isn’t sure what to think of her. As a rule, JJ hates Kooks. All of them. He’s only made two exceptions – Kie and Sarah. Kie proved long ago that she’s a Pogue at heart. Sarah took some time but seeing how committed she is to John B was enough to finally earn JJ’s affection. He decides in this moment to really give Grace a chance.
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“So, how’d you like your first trip on the HMS Pogue?” Pope asks Grace as they walk down the dock at the Chateau.
“I had fun. You guys are great.”
“You going to come back tomorrow?” Grace jumps at JJ’s voice. She didn’t realize he was right behind them.
“Is that an invitation?”
“Sure, you’re one of us now.” At this, Grace stops in her tracks and turns around to look at JJ head on. “What?”
“Nothing, just surprised. You didn’t seem very happy about me coming today but now I’m ‘one of you’, whatever that means.”
“It means you’re a Pogue now.” JJ gently touches her shoulder and walks past her. Grace is surprised at how the brief contact causes her skin to tingle.
After a full day on the boat and then a small bonfire at the Chateau, Grace yawns widely. John B offers her a spot on the couch but Grace declines, knowing she needs to get back home to check on her mom. When she tells him that she’ll just walk home, JJ offers to drive her, surprising everyone.
“I really would have been ok walking.” Grace tells JJ a few minutes after they leave the Chateau.
“I know, but you aren’t used to the Cut yet.  I didn’t want you to get lost.”
“Do you actually want me to hang out with you guys again tomorrow?”
“What do you mean?” JJ looks over at Grace, genuinely confused by her question.
“I mean, I don’t want you to feel like you have to invite the poor, sad girl just because you were kind of a jerk earlier.”
JJ chuckles and reaches over to touch her hand. This time, instead of a tingle, Grace feels sparks like a static shock. She looks at him to see if he felt it too but gets lost in his eyes instead.
“That’s not why I invited you. I meant it, you’re a Pogue now.” He moves his hand away, realizing he let it linger a little longer than normal.
When they get to her house, she sits in the car for a minute, dreading going inside. JJ senses her mood and decides to let her sit quietly with her thoughts.
“Thanks, JJ, you’re sweet.” She climbs out of the car and looks back at him. “Pick me up ‪tomorrow morning‬?”
“‪9am‬. Don’t be late or Kie will yell at both of us.” He smiles brightly and drives away, leaving her with butterflies in her stomach and full of excitement.  
Ch 2
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gwen-writes-stuff · 6 years ago
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Secret Girlfriend
Imagine : You being old friends with Tom and you appear on his Livestream, Everyone thinks you're his secret girlfriend.
Word count : 2312
[ Note : I'm sorry but Famous! Y/N us my favorite to write. Btw, I accept requests.]
Y/N's POV
I was inside an uber watching the beautiful streets of London come into view, My plane landed and I immediately called an uber filled with excitement to meet my best friend.
We have both been away, him filming Civil War and me filming for a show under Syfy that's soon to be announced.
I was delighted to find out my best friend was Spider-Man! Heck, I'd do anything to play superhero roles. Have kids look up to you and wear cool costumes? I'm so in.
He's staying at his parents' house to my relief, I've missed Nikki, Dom and the boys. It's been a while and tho I fulfilled my dream of being an actress with Tom, we kind of drifted apart.
He was big now and famous, It's no surprise his fame will only grow bigger now that he's sure to have a solo movie.
Not long later I arrived and the sight of the house sent my heart racing, the memories I had in this house came flooding in.
I got reminded of the silly crush for Tom I formed when I was 14 and now I'm 20, I can't say I don't like him anymore.
We've called and texted each other but I never got around to ask him to FaceTime so I only ever saw his face on the internet, mostly because I'm following his Instagram and he grew up to be so fine.
I payed the driver and I glanced down at my luggage, Taking deep breaths to calm the beating of my heart I fixed my hair that was slightly messed up because of the strong wind.
I walked to the front door, Dragging my luggage behind and before I could even even knock, It opened. Paddy was grinning widely at me and he honestly looked taller than the did the last time I saw him.
"Y/N!!"He didn't even bother letting me in first and ran to hug me, he only managed to wrap his hands around my waist tho. I messed with this hair playfully.
I was chuckling loudly as I hug him back, "Paddy! Let Y/N in first." I hear Nikki scold her youngest. "I missed you too bud." I looked down at Paddy and he had the widest grin.
Eventually he let me go and I walked in, Almost forgetting about my luggage when Paddy gladly pushed it in but I laughed because he had to put in effort. It was heavy though I don't plan to stay that long.
I'm only gonna be having dinner and going to a hotel my mom booked for me, Unfortunately she's in the Bahamas with my dad but they did sent their love.
"Y/N let me get a good look at you." Nikki backed away to scan me before wrapping me in a warm hug, After she let go I turned to Dom and hugged him. “You're now a lady!”
"You've grown!" Dom exclaimed and I smiled sheepishly, "Sam, Harry, Tom get in here!" Nikki called out and I awkwardly stood in their living room waiting while Paddy curiously look at my luggage stickers.
"Is Y/N here?" I heard a familiar voice ask and before I know it I was again caged between someone's arms. That someone being Sam and it didn't help that Harry joined in, I coughed jokingly and they let go with wide eyes.
"You guys smell surprisingly pleasant." I joked and both smirked at my remark, "Easy, We might think you're getting a crush." Harry fired back and I scoffed faking offence.
"You're too young for me." I replied crossing my arms seeing the married couple watch us with genuine smiles in the corner of my eyes.
"You're only a year older." Sam replied, almost sounding like a question and I nodded.
"Exactly." Now I realised something, I looked around trying to find the only Holland who haven't greeted me yet and there I see him at the end of the staircase standing cooly.
Watching the exchange like he wasn't supposed to join in and I raised a brow, "Well someone didn't miss me.",Tom rolled his eyes and walked over to hug me tightly.
He even lifted me up a little and I slapped his back, looking over his shoulder I can see Sam and Harry make faces and I stifle a laugh.
I pulled away and Tom had grown Taller, my guess is I'm an inch shorter but I feel like he's towering over me for some reasons.
"Right. Dinner!" Paddy jumped and I frowned to check my watch,It was only 4pm.
***
I am helping Nikki in the kitchen with Paddy watching and assisting every now and then while the rest play in the living room.
That was how it went til Tom walked in to offer setting up the table, Nikki quickly shot me a look. "Y/N and Tom you set up the table." Tom nodded slowly narrowing his eyes at his mother and I noticed but thought nothing of it.
While I reached for spoons and forks I see Nikki send me a smile, a knowing smile that confused me.
"So how have you been Spidey?", I asked him while I set a few plates down the table with matching spoons and forks.
He chuckled lowly at the nickname and looked up to see I had a brow raised, "The same." He boringly replied and I rolled my eyes.
"So you're still 19 and feeling just a tad bit rebellious?" I asked with a teasing tone and he shot me a look, Glaring half-heartedly.
"I mean I'm still me. Charming and irresistible." I almost dropped the glass I was now moving and he laughed seeing the event unfold.
"I've been gone for a few years and I come back to have your head so big." I tsk'd jokingly while shaking my head.
If only he knew that's exactly how I looked at him. I was away for two years but that didn't change the way I feel about him, I thought it was for the best.
Knowing myself, I never stood a chance. His past ex-girlfriends when we were in high school are goddesses and I can't even compare, he's way hotter now so I'm saving myself the heartache.
But.
I didn't move on. Instead my feelings for him got stronger over the time I was away, I'm in for a big heartbreak!
During dinner we exchanged stories. I told them about the show I was in, It was about college students who discovered there was more to their stories, Studying in a school for magic they will learn that a man who calls himself the 'beast' is after them.
((This show actually exists, Please watch it. It's amazing. The Magicians on Syfy!))
"Tom's Spider-Man and you're a Magician?" Paddy asked with his eyes lit up like he was just told we're going to Disneyland and I nodded.
"Too bad I don't get a wand tho." Earning soft chuckles from the table. The food was great and Nikki really improved, not that her cooking was bad before.
Tom was sat next to me and I had to fight the urge to blush everytime our hands accidentally brush.
"So Y/N, Are you staying for the night?" Dom asked and I shook my head, Failing to miss Paddy pout and send his mom a pleading look which Nikki didn't need to see since her decision seems to be made in the first place.
"Why not stay with us? Your parents are away and you were gone for 2 years, stay." Nikki spoke up and there was silence.
I considered my options and nibbled on my lower lip unconciously doing so, I subtly sneaked a glance at Tom who seemed to be studying me and I gave in when he caught my eyes and he shortly nodded.
"Okay. But where will I sleep?" I practically grew up in this house so I know for a fact that the Hollands don't have a guest room. I reached for the glass of water and began to take sips when:
"In Tom's room of course." I almost spat it out and instead downed it real hard that I was a coughing mess. I can see Sam and Harry wiggle their eyebrows suggestively but I just literally drowned on a glass of water!
Tom was rubbing my back with his hand and I'm sorry but he's not helping because his touch is sending waves of electricity all over my body.
"You guys share a bed all the time?", Yes. When we were like 10 and we're both grown adults now?
"Uhh yea." I didn't bother to argue because the smile on Nikki's face suggested that I wasn't going to win anyways.
***
3rd Person's POV
The night ended awkwardly. Tom offered to sleep on the couch but Y/N insisted that it was his bed so he should sleep on it.
This went on for half an hour till Y/N made the bold move of suggesting they both sleep on the bed or not at all which ended with the two of them laying in bed, backs turned on each other with a pillow in the middle acting as a barricade.
The next morning was not any better when Tom woke up to find Y/N clinging to him in her sleep, he took pictures for leverage and slid off the bed.
Standing at the foot to stare at her for a moment noticing that she was wearing his hoodie, Y/N was too lazy to open her luggage so she digged through his closet not bothering to ask.
Tom went in the bathroom to do all he needed before starting the day. He planned to have breakfast with Y/N and contemplated waking her up.
If his memory served him right, she would throw you out the window if you even do as much as shake her to wake so instead he sat down on the space beside her, leaning against the headboard and scrolling through his Instagram.
Then an idea sparked up, he went on live to talk about the experience trying his best not to spoil any important scene in the movie. He was yelling too loud for 5 in the morning and talking animatedly sounding like a child on sugar.
While he was fanboying about rdj Y/N groaned and smacked Tom's side. "You're fucking loud." Tom was caught off guard that he forgot he was livestreaming and she got on the frame without both of their knowledge.
"Good Morning to you too sunshine." Tom cooed and Y/N laughed pushing herself up to look at Tom, "No good in the morning when you're yelling about Robert Downey Jr." She sassily remarked making Tom chuckle.
"What are you even doing anyways?" she asked trying to fix her disheveled hair and Tom shrugged, "Oh I was just live... streaming!" Tom jumped up and realized he has been broadcasting their exchange and Y/N looked up at him in horror.
Tom checked his phone to see his followers blowing up the comment section and he cursed under his breath, Turning it off without so much a goodbye.
"Shit." He muttered staring into nowhere like he was in a trance and Y/N threw a random pillow at him.
"I hate you." She was smiling nonetheless and Tom couldn't bring himself to tell her a few of what the comments said.
Did I see that right?
Tom has a girl on his bed!!
Oh no who's that?
Tangina sino yan?
Is that his girlfriend?
They look kinda cute together
She's kinds pretty
Same. Both a whole-ass mood.
Người nào?
SHE'S WEARING HIS HOODIE RED ALERT RED ALERT RED ALERT. THEY PROBABLY DID THE MONKEY DANCE OMGOMGOMG
***
The two had breakfast like Tom had originally planned and both went to McDonald's for breakfast of all places.
It wasn't crowded and none of them had to worry about fans or paparazzis for the whole two hours they spent just eating and talking while Y/N share experiences on set with Tom who did the same.
"I so wanna play a superhero." She exclaimed, "You can be my sidekick!" Tom offered and Y/N threw a balled up napkin and threw it at his head, it landed on his forehead.
"Spider-Man doesn't have a sidekick." But she blushed at the thought of playing in a movie together with Tom.
Both practiced and took classes together so they should be comfortable enough acting around one another.
Tom pulled out his phone and poked Y/N's cheek when she seemed to be deep in thoughts. "Hey let's take a picture."
She lifted her head and nodded shortly, Tom stretched his hand to have the phone directed at their faces and Y/N threw a peace sign while Tom had his tongue out.
"Please don't tell me you're posting that." She asked with a groan and Tom smirked at her. "Tom. I look like shit."
She didn't make an effort to dress up so she threw on a sweatpants and a (favorite band) t-shirt. Her hair was everywhere and she had too little energy to put on makeup.
"You look beautiful." His comment made her heart skip a beat and she was too flustered she couldn't retort when he posted the photo on his Instagram.
@tomholland2013 uploaded a photo on Instagram :
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tomholland2013 : Breakfast with my main g✌️
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hollander_love : Tom's got himself a girl woot woot
harryholland64 : That's why you two disappeared!
peterparkour.s : THE GIRL FROM THE LIVE
tom.holland.fans : The girl frkm the livestre ahhh !!
y/nstagra.m : They're childhood friends✌️
tommy.hollander : I ship it.
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ccurry00 · 7 years ago
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Kyosaya OneShot
Figured I should try another of my otps. I’m trying another fic type so its very experimental and hope I did it some justice! The song in the fic is Play That Song by Train. I was just listening to it one day and got hit with the idea for this fic. Enjoy!
It couldn’t get any worse, could it?. First of all, a certain pink-haired individual had been too caught up in some family matter to come to school, and her other supposed best friend was too busy with her boyfriend. There was a test she was pretty sure she bombed due to a lack of studying accommodating for her nightly activities, plus she dropped her lunch at the cafeteria, leaving her starving for most of the day. She was chewed out by a teacher in front of her classmates for being a minute late to class after said lunch, oh and have she mentioned forgetting to bring her homework and ended up staying behind to do it? It wasn't the end of the world, but it sure damn sucked.
Sayaka finally stepped relievedly into her apartment, her eyes glancing around as she stretched. It was one of the high-end residences in town, and it was supposedly her home. Comfortable was the word to describe her life growing up, but not necessarily happy. While understanding her parents having to work constantly and appreciative of Madoka's company, more often than not she wished sometimes they could be around more often. Sighing, her feet bounded towards the fridge to pick out a box of juice and poured herself a glass.
Tv or a nap? ,she thought. Well, i guess ei-
"Whats up?"
What was in her mouth was now everywhere when the very, very familiar voice spoke up. Coughing, she placed her glass on the kitchen counter before the temptation to throw it at the owner became too strong.
"Kyoko! Couldn't you greet like a normal person? Ring the doorbell, wait for me to open the door, and THEN say "Whats up"?"
"Oooo well, your window was open so uhh force of habit? " Kyoko snickered as she took a dry napkin near the kitchen basin to wipe up the mess on the floor she inadvertently created. Its the least she could do for scaring her.
"Having a swell day?"
A sigh came as she fetched another cloth to join her.
"You have no idea, I'm pretty sure the universe is trying to make me as miserable as possible today. And our night patrols haven't even started"
"Sounds rough"
"Urgghh its been weeks now, and you'd think Hitomi would stop being so clingy and start hanging out with me more"
"You sure you're not just jealous?"
"Kyoko"
"Alright, alright I was just kidding"
"...Urghhh, let's not talk about it, or my day really. It's giving me a headache as it is"
She stood up as they cleaned the last of it and Kyoko handed her the napkin she used.  
"What brings you here anyway?" she asked as she headed over to the basin.
"Oh...I thought we could go somewhere to hang out and then meet the others at night?"
"Kyoko I don't think now is the right time" The napkins in her hands wetted as the automatic sensors detected and turned the tap on." I just feel like watching boring tv or rest for a while"
"Oh come on, we haven't hung out in a while"
"I know...but just not today?" She placed the rags aside before facing back to her with an apologetic smile.
Kyoko just raised an eyebrow in response, shortly followed by a smirk across her cheeks.
"Let me borrow your phone' And promptly took it from her pocket
"Hey, Kyoko what are you-"
"Calm down, princess, trust me here for a sec here will you?
A beep indicated her phone was connected to the apartment speakers as Kyoko tapped on the screen before a pleasant song played out. Placing it on the counter, her hand extended to Sayaka.
"Dance with me"
"What? Kyoko I don't feel like-"
Rolling her eyes, Kyoko grabbed Sayaka's hands and started shimmying her shoulders to the beat.
"Come on Sayaka, it'll be fun"
She still stared at her nonplussed, her arms remaining limp in her grip. But Kyoko was anything but persistent and started to sing along.
".....When you gonna play that song, now
When you gonna earn that pay
When you gonna play that song and make my day
She said, play that song
The one that makes me go all night long, if you know what I mean" prompting Sayaka to snort and playfully slap her shoulder. Kyoko took her hand again, intertwining their fingers this time while looking intently into the azure eyes as she resumed her singing, her body swinging sideways.
“The one that makes me think of you
That's all you gotta do,
Hey, play that song
The one the makes me stay out till dawn
The one that makes me go, ooh
That's all you gotta do”
Kyoko could see the edges of Sayaka' lips curling up, her cheeks reddening just a bit as her feet began shuffling along to the music.  
Hey, Mr. Guitar
When you gonna strum it
My girl just heard this song and you should play it 'cause she loves it  Kyoko chose this moment to land a quick peck on Sayaka's forehead, causing her to giggle.
Can you get me off the hook, get them fingers picking now
I'll throw some money in your cup
Mister, please don't let me down
When you gonna play that song, now
Why you gotta hesitate
When you gonna play that song
And make my day 
Sayaka's initial reluctance was gradually chipped away as her body responded even more at Kyoko's infectious enthusiasm and goofy moves to the chorus once more. 
"Looks like you got some moves there."
"Kyoko, this is hardly dancing"
"Yea it's fine. Not everybody can be as good as me"
"Ohh you dork" But she broke out in stitches when Kyoko suddenly held their interlocked hands out and wrapped her arms around her lower back to pull her close, before swaying their hips in wide arc comically.
Oh
Wait till you see my baby moo-oo-oove
Moo-oo-oove Moo-oo-oove
Moo-oo-oove Wait till you see my baby moo-oo-oove
Moo-oo-oove Moo-oo-oove
Moo-oo-oove
“HAHAHAHA Kyoko!”
But she wasn’t finished. She couldn't resist mixing in other innuendos as she sang the final stretch, pulling off extravagant moves at the same time without letting Sayaka go, even going as far as lifting her up into the air with ease and twirling around, eliciting a loud squeal in both surprise and more delighted laughter.
Oh come on now
Play that song
The one that makes her go all night long
The one that makes her think of me
That's all you gotta do
Heeeyyy
Play that song
The one that makes her stay out till dawn
The one that makes her go oo
That's all you gotta do
Oo oo oo oo
Oo oo oo oo
Kyoko eventually settled Sayaka down, both her hands still on her waist. A pair of arms circle around Kyoko's neck and their bodies rocked gently against each other while the song finished its course, their heads inching closer.  
Her woeful day behind her now, Sayaka's eyes softened at the girl in front of her. Kyoko was smiling, not her usual smirks, but actual genuine smiles that were mostly reserved for her, and the little fang she always had amplifying her its already adorable factor. Her fiery eyes were especially gentle, the red pupils swimming with so much emotion. The music had changed into one of a slower tone, and Sayaka shifted to rest her head on Kyoko's green jacket. Even in its ratty state, Kyoko always wore it well, but it's her scent more than anything that always filled her with a sense of peace in their crazy lives. Their impromptu dance turned into a slow waltz, and Kyoko stopped her singing to hum instead, her cheek leaning on the warm weight on her shoulder but never breaking their rhythmic trance.
"Kyoko...."Sayaka finally leaning back to gaze at her affectionately."....Thank you"
"Don't mention it, I just don't like seeing you upset"
"Huh, that's pretty romantic coming from you, and you’re a hopeless slob"
“Hey, even a slob has her charms. I got you after all didn't I?
Instead of responding, she tilted her head and gave her a brief kiss. As expected, Kyoko's face colored to the same tint as her hair.
"What makes you think you got me? Pretty sure it’s the other way around, considering how much of a blushing mess you are" Sayaka grinned.
"......Shut up"
"Awwww just say that you-hmmpp"
Kyoko had returned to her lips, most probably to stop her teasing, but she melted into it anyways.
For now, at least, magical girls and wraiths be damned. They stayed that way for a long moment, unwilling to separate. The background music that had enveloped the house was all but forgotten, and taking its place, was the sweet, sweet feeling of home.
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icyhobi · 8 years ago
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Angel in the Darkness pt.5
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Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)
Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au
A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 (final chapter)
~~~~~
The bright sunlight behind the curtains, stirs you awake from your deep sleep. There’s a faint smile stretched upon your lips, as you feel as if you’ve had one of the best naps in the longest of times. Your eyes are still closed shut as you try to flex your stiff muscles; only you can’t.
As soon as you tried to lift your arms, you hit something very hard and muscular. Huh? That’s weird. You can also feel that your legs are entangled, and something wrapped around your waist.
You didn’t mind the feeling, as you were still too tired to process things, and because it brought great warmth, but then you heard it; a faint grunt. Your eyes instantly shoot open, and you blush hard when you realize you’re wrapped up into Jungkook.
His face is mere centimeters away from yours, and his eyes are still closed shut, indicating he’s still asleep. You can feel his hot breath, gently tickling your red face, as his hair is all over. You peer downwards and see that his left arm is securely wrapped around your waist, as both of you were laying down on your sides. His long, thick legs were clumsily tangled with yours, and you were finding it hard to breathe since you were so close to him.
OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!?!
You close your eyes, trying to remember the events that took place the night before. You remember that after you told him about your parents, you were crying a storm. When’s the last time I cried like that? Probably five years ago, when I woke in the hospital…
Shaking the thoughts away, you remember he looked so unreadable, when he stared at you. It was different from the ways he would look at you before. Then he gently kissed you. Your cheeks burned impossibly more at the memory, and you didn’t even have enough time to react before he stopped, and just held you, rocking you back and forth soothingly.
I must have fallen asleep crying in his arms.
But how? How did this man get you to break down and open up so suddenly? You were always able to mask your feelings and emotions, but with him, somehow you cracked. He was practically still a stranger, but it feels as if it was meant for you to meet him… like fate?
Remembering that you’re still stuck in his embrace, you open your eyes, and try to gently pull his arm off of your waist. You slowly pull on his arm a bit, but then it suddenly tightens its hold. You squeak when it reaches down to around your back, to drag you in closer to him. Your face was literally snuggled in the crook of his neck, and both of your chests were touching.
OH MY GOD!!
You were completely flustered at this point, because you’ve never had this much physical contact with someone; especially with a person as devilishly as handsome like Jungkook.
Why is it so hot in here? My lord, he’s like a heater… a really attractive heater, and caring, and smells really go- what am I saying? I need to focus!
While you were having an internal battle in your head, you couldn’t see the subtle smile on Jungkook’s lips.
“Would you stop fucking struggling?” he says in a raspy voice.
You freeze. He was awake? You feel as if your entire body was on fire, so you just stay frozen, having no idea what to do or say.
“U-uhh, did I wake you?” you stutter quietly.
“Yea, as soon as you tried to lift my arm up, I woke up.”
Oh… then why did he stay in this position?
“Ohh, well, I think we should get up now,” you say nervously.
Jungkook doesn’t release his hold on you, instead he slowly starts to rub your back in soothing circular motions. “You wanted comfort no?” he asks with a playful voice.
You’re thankful that he can’t see your face, as your sure you’re red as a tomato. “Well, y-yes, but with time-”
“With time, you’ll eventually have sex with me?”
WHAT?!?!
“U-umm… baby steps! I just want to get to know you first, maybe start out as friends?”
“Friends huh? You know, technically you are my client, right?”
“I’m only your client if a pay you to have intercourse with me, which I did not!”
“Paying me to provide physical comfort to you in that brothel still counts as my client Y/n.”
No!! You didn’t want to be some random client of his, you wanted to know him genuinely. Also, because you couldn’t necessarily get him to trust you if you were just some horny customer of his. “Jungkook… what I said last night, I meant it. I wanna get to know you.”
He doesn’t reply, so you try again, “And besides, if I was just your client, I seriously doubt you would have gone drinking with me, or even brought me to your home,” you say quietly.
She’s right. Instead of answering, he rolls over so his arms and knees trap you beneath him, while he hovers over you. He smirks when he see’s the nervous look on your blushing face. “Hmm, you’re right about that. But maybe I only did that because I wanted to take advantage of you?” he says smoothly.
What?! What is he doing?!? You then realize, he’s most likely just testing you; waiting to see your reaction. You trusted Jin enough that he wouldn’t send you to help this man, if it involved you getting hurt. And besides, why would he have helped you back in that club, if he just wanted to harm you anyway? Why would he have held you when you cried, instead of forcing you down? Why would he care?
“I know that’s not true. You took care of me, when I needed help yesterday. You wouldn’t have done that… if you just wanted to use me.” you state firmly.
Hmm, smart girl. He then uses his right hand to grip the bottom helm of your shirt, wanting to see your reaction. “Maybe that’s true, but…” he slowly starts to put his hand under, resting on the smooth expanse of your lower stomach. “What about now? A girl like you, so innocently staring up into my eyes. So helpless, so cute. A demon like me could take away your innocence.”
You stay quiet, so he edges you on further. “If it wasn’t already obvious, there’s a lot to me you don’t know Y/n. There are many secrets to me, that holds great baggage, and I wouldn’t want to taint you.”
“But I’m not as angelic as you think I am… at least, I wasn’t always,” you reply, voice barely above a whisper.
At that, he raises his eyebrows slightly; deeply intrigued by you. There was just something that kept drawing him closer to you, not wanting to let you go. That’s why he never took his vision off you when you were in the club. Even when he went up into the secluded rooms upstairs with Hyuna, he made sure to keep an eye on you through the glass window. But he knew, no matter what you said about “Not being angelic”, there was already a special place in hell for him. He could already tell, he didn’t deserve someone like you; to care for him. He didn’t deserve anyone. He was so young, so innocent, but doomed to live in a cruel world, and become evil, because of that man. So that’s why he ran away from everything…
He removes his hand from under your shirt, and shakes his head with a small smile. He gets off of you, then stands up, looking over your still frozen state on the bed.
“Lighten up, would ya?” he laughs. “I just like teasing you, your reactions are amusing.” He then slowly walks towards the door. “I’ll make us breakfast, and after I can drive you home.”
Drive me home? You hastily sit upright on the bed, then get up following him. “No that’s alright! I can take the bus home.”
He doesn’t turn around as he walks into the kitchen, with you tailing behind. He then goes to boil some water.
“There isn’t any bus stop near my apartment.”
“You don’t understand. I really appreciate the offer, but I live quite far from here. It would be around a 40-minute drive!” you exclaim out loud.
He takes out a frying pan from the cupboard, then turns on the stove. “I don’t mind the drive. And especially after what happened yesterday, I’m not taking ‘no’ as an answer. If I hadn’t left you in the first place, that would have never have happened to you.”
You’re about to retort but he interrupts you, “Y/n, I’m taking you, and that’s final. Now sit your ass down at the table, and wait for your goddam pancakes like a good little girl.”
You’re taken aback by his strictness, but find yourself trying to hold back giggles, as he puts on a frilly pastel pink apron.
“Pancakes?” you ask, slightly surprised.
“Yes, pancakes.” When he doesn’t hear you comply, he turns around with an unsure expression on his face. “You don’t like pancakes? I can make you eggs instead, or maybe I have some left over cereal.”
You look at him, and bite back a smile, as he was just so… different. He usually was so cocky, but even though he was rather aggressive about making you food, he was somehow cute at the same time.
You get up and walk towards him, with a reassuring smile. “No pancakes are fine! Just let me help you, I feel bad just sitting there.”
He raises his eyebrows at you, “What? You don’t think I can cook?”
“No! I j-just like helping others,” you quickly replied.
“Okay, but if they taste bad, I’m blaming you,” he jokes as he goes to get the ingredients from his refrigerator. He notices you smiling widely at him, as he’s digging into the fridge. “What?”
“I like your apron,” you say cheekily.
He puts the food onto the counter, and turns towards you while untying the horrendous pink cloth.
“Oh really? Since you like it so much, I think you should wear it.”
Before you could retort, he dumps it over your head, then spins you around to tie it.
You feel goosebumps rise through your clothing, as he lightly touches your back to secure the knot.
“But won’t your clothes get dirty?” you protest.
“Probably. But I could just change afterwards,” he replies while finishing the knot. He goes back towards the counter preparing the mix. “I mean, if you don’t want the apron, you could just change into some of my clothes.” He states while smirking. “I most definitely wouldn’t mind if you wanted that. But I mean, people would assume that you were my girl then.”
“W-what?”
“If we’re walking together, and you wear clothes that’s obviously mine; they’d assume we’re together.” he says nonchalantly. “Not that I’d mind.”
Why is he like this?! You make sure your long hair hides your face, because you didn’t want him to notice you blushing like crazy.
“I think I’ll just wear the apron.”
~~~~~
“You don’t need to get offended, I was just being honest,” Jungkook says, trying not to smile too widely.
“I’m not offended! You’re just clearly lying!” you yell back at him irritatingly, while sitting in the passenger’s seat of his car.
“I’m not lying though.”
“Yes you are!”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are!”
“Y/n…”
“Yes, Jungkook?”
There was a small pause before you hear him trying to stifle his laughter while saying;
“You don’t have to be mad because your pancakes tasted like shit.”
“Urrghhhh!” you cry out.
You’ve been sitting in his car for the past 20 minutes, as he promised to drive you home. But the entire time, you two have been arguing because he said your pancakes tasted bad. You knew he was just teasing you, but somehow, he was always able to get under your skin to get a reaction out of you.
Jungkook releases his right hand from the wheel, to gently put it on your clothed thigh. He gives it a small squeeze. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll teach you next time.”
You feel your heartbeat quicken with his hand on your thigh, and you bite back a smile as he mentioned a ‘next time’.
“If it was really that bad, how come you ate seven of them, while I only got to eat three! And you still managed to finish before I did!” you joke.
“That’s because I’m a hungry guy, I need the food. And plus, you ate most of the omelette I made anyway.”
You didn’t want to admit it, but Jungkook managed to make the most heavenly omelette ever known to human existence. You didn’t know how eggs could taste so amazing, but some how he did it. Your mouth started to salivate just to the memory of it.
“Okay fine, it wasn’t that bad. Just mediocre.”
You want to glare at him, but found yourself smiling, because he himself was grinning. He looks so handsome when he’s like this. He was always insanely attractive, but on the rare occasion he lets out a genuine smile; he looked ethereal.
“Where’d you even learn to cook?” you pout.
You notice his smile falters a bit, but he easily plays it off. “From my brother.”
“You have a brother?” you ask curiously.
“Yea, I actually have six brothers. They’re my step-brothers though.”
Six step-brothers? Wow, that’s a lot.
“Do you see them often?” you ask hesitantly.
“Not really,” he sighs. “Five of them are scattered around the globe, taking care of ‘business’. I’ve only met them a couple of times when I was younger. The oldest one, is the one who taught me a lot of things, including cooking. He also practically raised me, but I don’t see him anymore.”
“Oh, did he move?”
“I actually left home at a young age,” he says bitterly.
You notice this, so you decide to play it safe, and not pester him on the topic any longer.
You both sit in a comfortable silence, listening to the music through the radio. You realize he’s close to pulling up to your apartment complex, so you decide to ask him what’s been bothering you the whole time.
“Did you mean it?”
Jungkook glances at you, and see’s you have an uncomfortable expression on your face. “Did I mean what?” he asks confused.
You chew on your bottom lip, as you blurt out, “That I should never show my face to you again. Back at the club…”
Ohh… When he said that, he really meant it for himself. That’s because he was scared that you would be working for ‘him’, and he couldn’t bring himself to harm you. But now, he was positive you weren’t apart of that fiasco, so he felt a bit bad for being so harsh to you.
“No, I didn’t.” he says as he squeezes your thigh reassuringly. “I would like to see you again.”
You sigh in relief, but are quick to question him again. “You said you kept an eye out for me in the club… I thought you left me alone. I’m glad you didn’t though.”
He pulls up beside your apartment, and you’re a bit disappointed you couldn’t spend the day longer with him. But you knew he had to go to work soon, so you tried not to dwell on it too long.
You unbuckle your seatbelt, and turn to look at him with a bright smile on your face. “Thank you for breakfast, and for driving me home.”
He looks at you, with a charming smile. “No problem sweetheart.”
But then you notice it; there’s a certain familiarity to this smile, you just couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
Shaking the thought away, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “U-um so, when can I visit you again?” you ask nervously.
Jungkook smirks at your cute actions, then pulls out his phone handing it to you. “Let’s exchange numbers.”
You quickly type in your contact information into his phone, then hand it back to him, along with yours. He types in his info, then gives it back to you. You want to laugh as you realize he put a bunny emoji beside his name. You look up to him to question it, but he just winks at you.
“Don’t be afraid to message me anytime, I don’t bite. Well, at least not at first.”
Your cheeks redden at his remark. Why does he have to have this kind of affect on me?!?
“O-okay, so I’ll talk to you later?” you say while unlocking the car door.
“Mmhmm,” he hums in reply.
Before you could get out of the car, he reaches behind you, to drag you a bit forward towards him. Your eyes widen in surprise, as your face gets closer to his. There’s a mischievous smile playing on his lips, and you don’t even get the time to question him when his lips meet yours.
The small peck only lasted for two seconds, before he releases you. You stare at him blushing, with a dumbfounded look on your face.
He winks at you, and holds a sexy smirk. “And I hope I don’t have to wait too long before I can see your pretty face again.”
You were too flustered to form a coherent reply, so you just nod your head, then clumsily get out of the car.
Jungkook bites his lip, as he doesn’t want to laugh aloud at your embarrassed state. He waits till you look at him again, then says, “I’ll see you soon Y/n.”
You nod your head, then he winks one more time, before he drives off.
I can’t believe he just kissed me again! you scream internally. That man… he was something else. No other human being could have this much of an effect on you, but him. You touch your lips, and smile at the memory of being with him. I really want to get to know him, all of him.
But then you remember, how Jin warned you about how difficult he could be, and that he was in danger. There was still so many questions you wanted to ask both of them. You knew there was many things they weren’t telling you, but what were they?
Who were they really?
~~~~~
Jin continued to mindlessly walk down the barely lit corridor. He honestly would much rather be anywhere else than here. He could only give so many lies, before they found out.
He finally reaches the office, then swings the door open, without giving a care if it broke. There was no window in this eerie room, as he stared at the aging man sitting at the big oak desk. The man was dressed in an expensive suit, as his black hair was slightly greying.
He had a familiar annoyed look on his face, while he acknowledged Jin’s rude entrance.
“You called for me?” Jin asked, trying to make sure his voice doesn’t waver.
“Yes, I did.” The cold looking man replies. “It’s come to my attention that Jungkook is nearby.”
Jin tries his best to not freeze up, as he holds his poker face. “Oh really? Where?”
“They’re not sure where his exact location is, but apparently there have been evidence linked to him being in this city.”
Shit, I didn’t expect them to find him so fast.
“And I believe you’re still locating the girl, no?”
I’ve already found her. “Yes sir, she’s close, I know it.”
“Good. From now on, you’ll search for both of them. Once you have both, bring them here.”
“For you to kill them?” Jin asks, trying his best to look unbothered.
“Well of course. You know as well as I do, that girl should have died in the car explosion. I still don’t even know how she’s alive, but that’s a mistake we’ll fix.” the scary man states. He then continues “And Jungkook has chosen to go rogue long ago. There’s no point in trying to convince him to join us again, so he must be terminated.”
Jin can’t help but grit his teeth at the man. “Kill him because he ran away, or kill him because you’re scared?” He has a sadistic smile playing on his lips, as he continues “Scared that if he finds you, he’ll kill you himself.”
The old man glares at him. “Now now, don’t tell me you still care for that boy? He’s not your little brother anymore Jin, he betrayed all of us when he left.”
“He was just a chil-”
“But now he’s a man. A man who won’t hesitate to kill you,” the greying man interrupts. “You know Jin, out of all my sons, I trust you the most. So, I know you won’t let me down on this task.”
Jin’s fists are clenched tightly as he tries to restrain his emotions. He had to get him to trust him still. “Yes sir.”
“Yes, what?” the old man mocks.
I hate you so much, he wants to scream in reply, but he chooses to say the dreaded words, which was his cruel reality.
“Yes, father.”
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Not What She Seems-Chapter 12: The One Where Dean Gets Jealous
Pairing: Dean x Ava (OC), Sam x Ava (I’d say friendship, but I’d say it looks like ol’ Sammy is trying to move in) Warning: This chapter has a flashback to childhood trauma and insinuates sexual abuse. It is not detailed but it could be triggering so please proceed with caution. Descriptions of injuries inflicted by torture. Although none of these things are greatly detailed, it’s still there. It’s got some dark spots, ya’ll. Word Count: 4,343 A/N: This was beta’d be the wonderful as always trexrambling, because she is a literal angel. My majestic lionfish. My beautiful manta ray. As always, tags are at the bottom. If you’d like to be added, please let me know! If you’d like to get caught up on this story, please check out my masterlist. Feedback is always welcome!
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The ride back to the bunker was uneventful. Sam had sat in the back with Ava again, but she had fallen asleep as soon as they had gotten settled in. Dean looked in the rear-view occasionally and felt a twinge of jealousy at how she was carefully curled into Sam’s side. Sam didn’t seem to be paying much attention and was instead looking out the window as the sun began to rise. It only made Dean more frustrated. Even after his incredible time with Audrey, which had at least helped him with thoughts about Jo, Ava kept popping into his mind. Especially seeing her walk to the car on her own… By all accounts, they should have had to carry her. Hell, they should have been burning her body. But there she was, looking so small and battered, a fearless smile on her face as Sam said something to her on the walk to the car.
He could probably attribute it to the demon blood running through her veins, but part of him thought that was just a small percentage of what kept her going. She was strong, stronger than he had given her credit for even after he heard about what she'd been through before being kidnapped by Sebastian. As he looked in the rear-view mirror at her for what seemed like the hundredth time, he worried over how flushed she was and the way the sweat was still pouring off of her. They had no way of knowing what the long term effects of this were going to be, and he wondered if there was any way to actually cure her.
“Cas, if you've got your ears on...we could use your help, buddy. Just...please, man,” he thought to himself. Nothing but silence answered him. “Of course not. Should have known.” He drove the rest of the way in silence and hoped that the Men of Letters might have something in their archives to help them.
Ava looked at the looming building in front of her with just a hint of distrust despite who she was with. It looked old and dirty, not unlike the building she had just spent a week in, and she paused as Dean pulled the car into the garage and Sam unlocked the rusty door to let them in.
Sam looked back at her, his brow furrowed, “Are you okay, Ava?”
She let her eyes drop from the foreboding facade to Sam and attempted to smile, “Yea, I’m fine. It’s just...I wasn’t expecting it to look like this. It just threw me off guard a little.”
Sam took a step back and looked at the bunker in confusion, then realized what she was seeing, “Oh shit, Ava, I'm sorry! I didn't even...it looks like...shit.”
Ava quickly put a hand on Sam’s arm and smiled again, this time more genuine, “It’s okay, Sam. Let's go inside.” He nodded, then pushed the door the rest of the way open. Ava’s eyes widened at the large room in front of her. The outside may have looked old and abandoned, but the inside was anything but. The stairs swept down into a large room with a huge table, the kind that Ava had seen in war movies; a map painted on its surface and lit from beneath, with little pieces you could move around to represent troop movements. It looked fairly old, and she wondered why they'd have something like that in their home. In fact, the whole place reminded her of a museum.
Sam smiled at the look of awe on her face, “That's pretty much how we felt when we first found this place. Pretty amazing, huh?”
Ava nodded slowly, “How did you find it?”
Sam laughed, “Long story, but I'll tell you later. I'm sure you're tired, why don't I show you to your room?” They slowly descended the stairs, Ava holding tightly to the railing as she took in her surroundings. Sam kept a steady hand near her back in case she stumbled, but Ava managed to make it down the hall to the room Sam had thought would work best for her. It was between his room and Dean’s, just in case, but far away enough from both to allow her some privacy. “You know, Ava...I’m really impressed. I can’t imagine what it was like for you this whole week, and for you to be able to even be upright right now...I’m not so sure I could.”
He opened the door to her room, and Ava’s eyes swept her new home. It was already furnished, though the gray walls were bare and there was a thin layer of dust on the small desk in the corner. Her heart ached as she thought of the desk at her house and all the things she'd left behind. She smiled at Sam, “Thank you, it's wonderful! You really didn't have to do this...I would have been fine.”
Sam shrugged, “It’s not a problem. As I'm sure you can tell, we've got plenty of room.” He smiled gently, “Get some rest. We’ll talk more later.” Sam left the room and shut the door behind him. She sat on the edge of the bed, her fever thankfully broken for the time being, and wondered what she was going to do. She couldn't go back to her house and she didn't have any of her things. She looked down at the large flannel she was wearing and sighed. She didn't even have any of her own clothes. She could feel the dried blood stiff on her skin and wished she'd asked Sam where the bathroom was. A shower would have felt amazing.
A knock interrupted her thoughts, “Come in!”
The door slowly opened and Dean poked his head in, “Hey, Ava...how's it going?”
She shrugged, “I'm...here, I guess. I think I'm still trying to process everything, you know?”
Dean nodded, “Yea, actually...I do.” He walked over to the bed and handed Ava a bundle of clothes. “I figured you would like some clothes that fit a little better. Sam’s basically a sasquatch.” Ava smiled, and Dean cleared his throat as if he had more on his mind than just bringing her clothes. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “Mind if I sit for a minute?” Ava nodded. A girl of few words; Dean could appreciate that. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his hands for a moment before turning his gaze to Ava. She couldn't help but notice how green his eyes were, or how his brow stayed furrowed as if thinking about what he wanted to say.
“I wanted to, umm…I owe you an apology.”
Ava raised an eyebrow, “What in the world would you need to apologize for?”
Dean shrugged slightly and looked back at his hands, “I uhh…I wasn't very friendly towards you earlier. It's not anything against you, it's just…” He paused, and Ava tilted her head as she looked at him. He could feel her staring but couldn't turn back to her just yet, “You look very similar to someone that I used to know. It just...it threw me off. I'm sorry if I came off wrong. You're welcome to stay as long as you want.”
Ava reached out and laid her hand lightly on his knee, “Is this someone...are they gone?”
Dean looked back up at her and met her gaze, her blue eyes wide and her forehead creased in concern. He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded once, “Yea, she's gone.” Ava didn't ask for an explanation, just gently squeezed his knee before moving her hand back to her lap. They sat in silence, both of them letting the quiet wrap comfortably around them until Dean broke the silence.
“Oh, hey, you probably need a shower don't you? I can show you where it is if you'd like to do that before you get settled in.”
Ava nodded, “That would be amazing, thank you.”
Dean stood and held out his arm to Ava, who hesitated for a moment, then linked one arm through his while she carried the clothes tucked against her side with the other. Although she thought she could have made it without leaning on Dean for support, she needed to feel him against her as they slowly walked down the hall. She needed to feel the warmth that reminded her that she wasn't still locked up, but that she was with someone real, someone who had saved her. If she had looked up during their walk, she would have noticed Dean stealing glances at her as he had similar thoughts of his own.
“Here it is,” Dean pushed the door open to the bathroom and Ava stepped through and looked around. “It's kind of dorm style, but don't worry, we are pretty careful when we hear water running.” He smiled, and Ava couldn't help but return it. It seemed Dean’s smile was infectious.
“This is great, thanks.” She sat her stuff down, and Dean pulled a towel off of one of the shelves and draped it over one of the racks.
“We usually keep our own towels in our rooms, keeps them from getting damp...or whatever...anyway, we can get you some. My room is just down the hall, so if you need anything, just take a right and you'll find me.” Dean turned to leave and made it halfway through the door when Ava’s small voice stopped him.
“Can you stay? I mean, not…just close enough so I can talk to you?”
Dean looked at her, so small and vulnerable in Sam’s giant flannel as she looked at him pleadingly, and he felt his heart ache for her, “Sure thing, whatever you need. What if I just stood outside the door and left it open a crack?”
She seemed to think about it for a moment then nodded, “Thanks, Dean.” He nodded at her in response, then stepped outside. As promised the door remained cracked, and the anxiety she'd felt about being left alone lessened. As she undressed and let the water heat up, she assessed the damage Sebastian had left. She gently removed her bandages and groaned at the sight of the deep gashes. Jack had done a good job of stitching her up, but she knew from previous experience it was going to scar. She took a deep breath, then moved over to a mirror and gasped. She'd known it was bad, but the vivid bruise that spread across her rib cage still caught her off guard. Both eyes were bruised and swollen, and she could see the purplish beginnings of a bruise on her jaw. She shifted her hair away from her neck and saw several angry, red track marks that stood out in stark contrast to her pale skin.
“Ava, everything okay?” Dean’s concerned voice echoed from the hallway.
She blinked back tears as her fingers traced over the outline that Sebastian's hand had left around her throat, “Yes, Dean, everything's fine.” A brief glimpse down confirmed that the rest of her didn't look much better, and though Jack had washed off most of the blood to get a better look at her injuries, her skin was still stained a dark crimson in some places where wounds had reopened.
She stepped gingerly into the shower and sighed in relief as the hot water washed over her. She could feel the tension melt from her muscles as the heat cascaded around her. She stood under the water and watched as it swirled red around her feet.
“Dean?”
Ava heard the dull creak of the door as he pushed it further open, “Yea?”
“How'd you guys find this place?”
“It's a long story. Short version, Sammy and I are legacies. This group called the Men of Letters...they were hunters like us. This place had been abandoned for a long time, and then we found it and settled in. We’re the only ones, at least as far as we know.” Dean kept talking and Ava listened to his deep voice describe what the bunker had, and if she needed anything where to find it. Her eyes slipped shut as she moved further under the hot spray, and soon Dean’s voice was falling on deaf ears.
Suddenly, all Ava could see was red. A deep, blood red dripping all around her field of vision as screams resonated all around her. It took a moment for her to realize that the screams were her own as she felt a sharp pain go through both shoulders. She looked down and saw giant hooks going through her, holding her up between two huge chains that disappeared above her into nothingness. She screamed again and the metallic taste of blood flooded her mouth as her wrecked throat was pushed far past what it could take. “Please…please stop,” she begged, “Where am I? Someone, please help me…” Her pleas were heard by no one, and she began to sob as she felt more hooks sink into her legs and the chains begin to pull.
“Ava?” Dean had noticed that Ava had stopped responding to him as he talked about the bunker and he stepped further into the bathroom. Silence greeted him, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, “Are you okay?” Suddenly, a scream echoed through the bathroom followed by a loud crash. Dean rushed to the shower and found Ava lying half out into the floor, her body at an awkward angle. He slid to his knees next to her, “Ava!” She was shaking and her whole body seemed to be vibrating. Dean shifted her from the floor into his arms and cradled her head to keep it from hitting against the tile. “Hey, Ava, I gotcha. Come on, wake up.”
She didn't respond, although to Dean’s relief, the shaking finally stopped. He put a finger to her throat and let out the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding when he found a pulse. It was weak, but it was there. He gently laid her on the floor, then grabbed the towel he had just moments before hung up for her. He wrapped her up in it, doing his best to pull his mind away from the nakedness of her body. As soon as she was fully covered, Sam slammed through the door.
“What the hell happened, Dean? I heard a scream-” he stopped short when he saw Ava, unconscious and even more pale than before. “Dean?”
Dean put an arm around Ava’s shoulders, then slid the other under her knees before gently lifting her from the floor. “I don't know, man. She wanted me to stay and talk to her while she took a shower, and she was fine… All of a sudden, she screamed and I came in here to find her convulsing on the floor. I can't get her to wake up.” Dean pushed his way past Sam and turned right.
Sam followed close behind, “Where are you going?”
“To my room, it’s closer. Go back to the bathroom and get the clothes laying out in there, and bring the first aid kit, too. I think she might have pulled a couple stitches.” Sam grunted in response and Dean heard him make a quick retreat for the bathroom. He nudged his door open with his foot and laid Ava gently on his bed. Her eyes fluttered for a moment, but then she was motionless again.
Dean looked up at the ceiling and sent out one last plea, “Cas, if you can hear me...we really need you. Please, come home.”
Ava was curled up in the dark corner of her closet clutching her favorite stuffed animal, a moose that her parents had given her shortly before they died, and waited for the footsteps that would inevitably come every night. She'd hoped that maybe if she was hidden, if she stole away into the darkness where he couldn't see her, that he would just leave. He'd go away and maybe decide that this game wasn't fun to play anymore.
She'd left her foster sister in her own bed because she didn't want to wake her, but she also didn't think he liked to play the game with her so she'd be safe. He always told Ava she was the special one, that she'd been chosen just for him, but it was very important she didn't tell anyone because then the others would be jealous, especially his wife, and they'd take her away. She didn't think being taken away would be all that bad, but she didn't know where else she'd go so she kept their secret, only whispering it to Moose when she knew they were alone.
She heard footsteps and then the bedroom door creaked open, letting a sliver of light under the closet door.
“Ava?” A deep voice whispered through the darkness, “Where are you?” The footsteps moved closer to her hiding spot and she held her breath and hoped he'd go away. “Ava, sweetheart, you know better than to hide.” She could see the ends of his boots through the crack near the floor and she clutched Moose closer. She heard the handle begin to turn and she held her breath as the door slowly opened.
Ava jerked awake, her breath coming in jagged gasps that had her lungs begging for air. She sat up slowly and grimaced as every injury she had seemed to cry out at once. She felt panicked; she had no idea where she was and for a brief moment couldn't remember who the giant man sitting in the chair next to her was either. She pushed herself towards the farthest corner of the bed and gasped at the sudden pain in her side, waking up the stranger who up to that point had been fast asleep.
“Ava?” She looked at him with wide eyes as she tried to place who he was. He could tell she was on the verge of a panic attack, and he held his hands up as if to prove he wasn't going to do anything to her, “It's me, Ava, it's Sam. Remember? Sam Winchester.”
Her shoulders relaxed slightly, but she still clung to the edge of the bed furthest from him, “Sam? Sam…and Dean...you saved me.”
Sam nodded, “Yes, we did. And then we brought you home. Well, to our home. You're safe now.” Ava looked down and realized she was wearing different clothes than she’d had on earlier.
“What happened?”
Sam shook his head, “We don't know, exactly. Dean said you were taking a shower and talking to him one minute, and then you screamed and hit the floor. You've been unconscious for a few hours now.” Ava’s brows knitted in concentration as she tried to remember. “Dean had to stitch up a couple places that popped loose and he redid your bandages. His clothes fit you a little better, so…”
Ava slowly turned her gaze back to Sam and fought to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over, “I...I remember. It was like...I think I was in hell. I remember listening to Dean, he was talking about the bunker, and then everything was red. There was blood everywhere, and I was hung from these...they looked like meat hooks. They were pulling me…”
The tears she'd been holding back finally broke free and she curled into herself like she was trying to hold herself together. Sam jumped up and slid onto the bed next to Ava, and she immediately leaned into his side. He wrapped his arms around her so that she could rest against his chest, and one hand moved up to card through her long hair. “It's okay, I'm here. I've got you, I won't let anything else happen to you.”
He felt her hand grip tightly to his shirt, “Sam, what is happening to me?”
Sam took a deep breath, unsure of what to say, “I...I think it might be the demon blood. I've had experience with it and it's not...it's not pleasant. It makes you see things, feel things. It gets worse when your body craves it.”
Ava pulled back to look at him, “What do you mean, craves it?”
Sam sighed, “Once you have demon blood in you, it's like a drug. It will eventually wear off and your body will want more. I just don't know what it's going to be like in your case. I only have experience with...uhh….drinking it.” He paused to see if she had anything to say but continued when she remained silent. “Having it introduced directly to the bloodstream is a completely different issue. Jack gave you a blood transfusion, which may help, but we have no way of knowing how much Sebastian gave you. We have a friend that could maybe help, but he's been hard to get a hold of.” Sam felt Ava sink against him again and felt her disappointed sigh. “We’re going to fix it, Ava. We always find a way, it's what we do.” Ava nodded but didn't respond except to burrow closer into his side. “What woke you up, was it what you saw earlier?”
Ava shook her head, “No…it was a different kind of hell.” She closed her eyes and let Sam’s breathing lull her back to sleep, and Sam wondered what they were going to do.
Dean walked into the war room and was greeted by silence. He had driven back to Wichita to meet up with Garth and then went to Ava’s apartment to gather some things for her. If she was going to stay at the bunker, he wanted her to have her own things. He needed Sam to get Ava out for awhile so he and Garth could move everything in.
“Sam! Hey Sammy!” He wandered down the hall towards his room and saw that his door was cracked. Dean was pretty sure he'd closed it when he'd left, so he quietly opened it to check on Ava. Instead, he found Sam wrapped around her, his arms engulfing her to where she was barely visible as she curled around his side. Both of them were fast asleep, and Sam’s cheek was resting gently on the top of her head. “The hell…” he muttered.
Sam stirred and opened his eyes sleepily, “Hey...when'd you get back?”
Dean raised an eyebrow, “Just now. Were you planning on taking her out of here for awhile or did you decide sleeping with her was a better plan?” Sam rolled his eyes and carefully slipped out from under Ava. She stretched, then rolled over and settled back into the pillows.
Sam pulled Dean out of the room and shut the door quietly behind him, “What are you talking about?”
Dean waved a hand vaguely at the door, his eyebrows raised.
“Use your words, Dean. What's your problem?”
“I don't have a problem. We had a plan, and you slept through your part.”
Sam crossed his arms, “She had a nightmare, man. I wasn't just going to leave her alone, and you weren't here. What was I supposed to do?”
Dean shrugged, “Take her somewhere else, maybe? Since that was the plan. Now, do you mind maybe doing that? Garth is waiting in the garage and he's gotta get back to Wichita. We grabbed a lot, but I just guessed on clothes and I didn't know what to get from the bathroom. She’s going to need stuff. I'll move the car around so she doesn't see us in the garage.”
Dean turned to leave and Sam grabbed his arm, stopping him, “Seriously, what is wrong with you? You're being a dick.”
Dean glared at Sam and jerked his arm from his brother’s grasp, “I'm being a dick because I left and when I came back, my brother was in my bed with...just laying around...listen, just take her to the store, alright?” Dean stormed off grumbling to himself and left Sam standing in the hallway. Garth was sitting on one of the motorcycles and pretending he was racing it when Dean blustered his way into the garage.
“Why am I being a dick? Why’s he being a dick? In MY bed? Freaking kidding me, man.”
Garth quietly slid from the motorcycle and walked over to Dean, who had flung the Impala’s door open and was getting ready to move the car outside so Sam could take it. “Are you okay, buddy?”
Dean glared through the open window, “Don’t call me buddy, Garth. And yes, everything is freakin’ fine.”
Garth tilted his head and smiled gently at Dean, “Is Sam being an idjit?”
Dean rolled his eyes, “That's not how it works! You can't just say idjit…” He sighed and leaned his forehead on the steering wheel. “Sure, Garth. That's the problem.”
Garth leaned against the Impala, his head ducked down so he could look in through the window, “What is the problem, exactly?”
Dean leaned back and looked at Garth. He felt an overwhelming urge to punch him in the face and sighed when he realized it wasn't Garth he actually wanted to punch. “I don't know, man. Sam was with Ava and it just...it pissed me off. I don't even know why it bothers me so much. I have no right, neither one of us have any right, to this girl. She just looked so peaceful, you know? I want to be the one that makes her feel that way.” He shook his head, “Why the hell am I telling you this? Get off my car, I have to move it outside.”
Garth took a step back and watched as Dean pulled the car outside and smiled grimly. These boys were in trouble, of that he had no doubt. It was only a matter of time before they found out just how much trouble it would turn out to be.
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Observation Skills - Part Five - Lindsey Horan x Reader
Lindsey and the trainer go on their first “date” before Lindsey goes to camp. 
The next morning Lindsey felt much more relaxed entering the gym. Her talk with Tobin the previous day had helped put her mind at ease. She knew she had been overthinking her interactions with Sara the last couple days, and as Tobin pointed out she was worrying before she needed to worry.
Walking in, Lindsey scanned the gym looking for the blonde trainer, not seeing her she Lindsey made her way to the turf to begin warming up.
Sean made his way over a few minutes later and thew two began their workout for the morning. The making easy, casual conversation throughout.  About half an hour later, the blonde firefighter walked into the gym, her fury companion trotting alongside.
Horan tried not to allow herself to get too distracted while she walked in. Sara was wearing a joggers and a t-shirt with the PFD logo and RESUCE written in bold letters along the back, hair pulled into bun high on her head. Giving the duo a quick ‘hang loose’ sign with a smile, Sara made her way up the stairs.
A few minutes later the Sara made her way back to the weight area, bowl and spoon in hand.
“Dinosaurs?” Sean asked with a grin as the Sara approached.
“I’m not a child!” she replied with a smile of her own, pointing her spoon at him.
The two just looked at her. Lindsey unable to fight the smile to her face, the happiness the other woman contagious.
“It’s cookies and cream,” she mumbled with a grin.
The two just rolled their eyes and smiled. Horan unable to keep the smile off her face as she watched the other blonde enjoy her breakfast, a sensation she’s never felt before settling in her stomach. It made her feel akin to standing up to fast, lightheaded and her limbs tingling; her heart speeding up when she made eye contact with Sara.
“Because that’s so much better for you,” Sean teased her.
“Supper of champions!”
“It’s 7 A.M.”
“I just finished working 12 hours, this is supper,” Sara challenged back, “You’re just jealous you don’t have cookies and cream oatmeal.”
“Well, someone,” Sean paused, pointedly looking at Sara, “didn’t put it on my nutrition plan.”
“Guess you should probably get a better nutritionist,” Sara shrugged her shoulders, smiling and walking away, shooting a quick wink to Lindsey.
The midfielder enjoying watching the interaction between the two friends and the easy-going attitude Sara carried herself with.
Tobin had been nothing but supportive of her revelation, letting Lindsey process her feelings out loud and gave advice as needed. She even had started teasing her and the cheesy smile on her face at training.
Emily had started encouraging Lindsey to push the dynamic with Sara. Sonnett was telling her to flirt more, see how Sara takes it, maybe even go out for coffee before Horan left for camp in a couple weeks.
With both of her closest friends being so supportive, it kept her anxieties and insecurities at bay. With previous relationships she was worried to be too much too soon, to be good enough, pretty enough, to double text, to text; she overthought everything. Always feeling like she had to second guess it all, never fully feeling relaxed with the other person. But with Sara there was a comfort and relaxedness she had never felt before. The blonde firefighter always genuine when asking about anything regarding her, honestly wanting to know about her day, and authentic with her compliments.
That’s how Lindsey found herself openly flirting with the other blonde, who flirted in return. The two always quickly making eye contact in the gym, Sara shooting winks across the gym when she would catch Lindsey staring.
While the midfielder felt comfortable with the trainer, she was incredibly nervous by the end of her workout. Sonnett had finally convinced her to ask Sara out and she was going to do it. She had seen the blonde when she came in late that morning after another night shift. Sara had come in looking tired and smelling of smoke, but still made sure to come over to say hello before making her way up the stairs to her office with Blaze trailing behind.
Lindsey took a steadying breath before making her way up the stairs to the office, finding it open when she got there.
“Hey smelly,” Horan leaned against the door frame, subtly wiping her now sweaty palms on her shorts, transfixed by the other woman’s long blonde hair slightly damp on her shoulders.
“Rude! I showered!”
Lindsey chuckled and made her way to the chair next to Sara’s desk. Briefly distracted by how good the other woman smelt fresh out of the shower, the simple smell of shea butter invading her senses.  
“I can smell that, definitely an improvement to an hour ago.”
“Yea, we had a late call out and I just wanted out of there by the time we got back. So I just left and had a quick shower here,” Sara pushed her chair out from her desk, leaning back to fully look at the midfielder. “What can I do for you?”
“Do you want to go to breakfast? Or coffee? Or a drink? Or a something,” Lindsey rambled. “Totally alright if you don’t or are busy. I leave for camp Sunday morning, but any time before that works for me. If you want.”
“Linds breath,” Sara said with a soft voice. “I would love to go for a something with you. I have clients all today and I’m on nights until Friday. How about breakfast Friday after your training?”
“Yeah, uhh, yeah that would be perfect,” giving a decisive nod, Lindsey got out of the chair and made her way towards the door. “Sweet, I’ll see you tomorrow or Friday or whenever really.”
Lindsey paused in the doorway, throwing up a quick wave, turning and promptly walking into the door frame.
“Fuck!” without pausing, the soccer player continued her way out. “I’m good!”
Before Lindsey even made it to the main door of the gym, she already had a text from the trainer.
           Hot Trainer: It’s good thing there aren’t any doors on the pitch ;)
           Lindsey: What are you talking about? I handled that so smoothly.
           Hot Trainer: We have very different definitions of smooth…
The rest of the week continued the same, and before Lindsey knew it, it was Friday. Her nerves had returned full force. Was it a date? Did Sara know it was a date? Did Lindsey want it to be a date?
Don’t worry before there’s anything to worry about
Since Sara was finishing another night shift, the two had decided to meet up after Lindsey finished her training.
Lindsey walked into the small café later that morning, pausing in the entrance, seeing the firefighter in clothing other than her gym clothes caught her off guard. The blonde wearing slim cut jeans, a soft looking grey flannel with the sleeves rolled up, a white v-cut, her long blonde hair loose down her back. Two coffees sitting on the table in front of her while she read the menu.
She looked good. Her strong forearms on display, the definition in her arms easily noticeable through the flannel, which was pulled tight across broad shoulders, loose as it tapered to her slim waste.
Lindsey immediately second guessed her choice to not go home and change before meeting the other woman. Not that Sara hadn’t seen her during or after the gym, but this was different, not the way Lindsey wanted this to start. Her insecurities immediately resurfacing.
Sensing she was being watched, Sara looked up, immediately making eye contact with Lindsey and smiling. Wide and genuine. That smile dispelling some of insecurities about her attire briefly.
As she made her way to the table, the blonde stood and moved to pull the opposite chair out for her. Lindsey found herself hesitating again, never having had someone actually pull a chair out for her. She briefly grasped Sara forearm, shooting her a quick smile as thank you.
“Such a gentlewoman,” Lindsey grinned at Sara across the table. “I always thought it was a myth that people pulled out chairs for other people.”
“Then you haven’t been going out with the right people,” Sara winked back before glancing back to her menu.
Lindsey flushed at the obvious flirting, but the simple chivalry displayed.
Conversation flowing easily between the two, both going through several refills of a coffee before Sara’a yawns grew closer and closer together when they were forced to cut it short.
“I’m really sorry,” Sara started regretfully, with another yawn. “the last thing I want is to cut this short…”
Lindsey cut her off, “you really don’t need to apologize. I would be passed out on the table if was up all night.” Deciding to be bold, she reached across the table and rested her hand on Sara’s rubbing her thumb across her knuckles.
After settling the tab, which Sara insisted on paying, the two made their way towards the door. Sara opening the door for Lindsey along the way, her hand in the small of Lindsey’s back to gently guide her through. Lindsey briefly tensed, glancing behind to see Sara’s hand quickly be pulled up.
Now on the street, Sara took an abrupt step back, holding both hands up in surrender.
“I am so sorry Lindsey; I should have asked first,” blushing, the blonde cast her eyes to the sidewalk. “it was incredibly disrespectful, I shouldn’t have assumed, it won’t happen again.”
Lindsey smiled at the blondes reaction to such a simple action, and the clear regard the blonde was displaying towards her.
Feeling emboldened by the obvious respect Sara was showing, Lindsey took a step forward and grasped her arm just above the elbow. She slid her hand down to Sara’s wrist, gently tugging it, placing it on her own hip. Sara’s eyes shooting the hand placement, then to Lindsey’s eyes.
“Relax Sara, that was more than alright,” sliding her hand back up to Sara’s elbow, “you are allowed to touch me.”
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely,” still sensing her hesitation, “Sara, you have my permission to touch me.”
“Yeah?”
Chuckling softly, “Yes, Sara.”
Nodding, Sara smiled, “I had a great time this morning Lindsey. Let me walk you to your car.”
Turning, Lindsey started to walk towards her car. Sara’s hand shifting from her side to the middle of her back, still being nothing but respectful.
Once at the car, Sara followed Lindsey the driver side and opened the door for her. Leaning on the car door the two women smiled at each other.
“Thank you for breakfast, I had a great time too,” biting her lip, Lindsey slid into the driver seat.
“I’m going to get some sleep, but I will talk to you later.”
With that, she gently closed the car door, smiled through the window and walked towards her own vehicle.
“Linessi!” Sonnett yelled as she barged into the hotel room, immediately jumping on the midfielder laying on the bed, bags abandoned at the door.
“Miss me Disanni?” Horan chuckled from under the weight of the excited defender.
“You know I did Linds,” pushing herself up, Emily made her way to door to get her bags to begin unpacking.
“Of course you did, I’m amazing,” Lindsey replied, earning an eye roll.
“Enough small talk! Tell me about Saraaa and your date!” Emily wiggled her eyebrows, purposely drawing out the name.
The mention of the other woman’s name, immediately putting a smile on Lindsey’s face, earning another eye roll.
“Em, she’s, she’s amazing,” Lindsey started softly, with a small smile looking to her lap. “she makes me so happy, I’ve never felt like this with someone, so comfortable, like I can just be me.”
Emily sat down on the opposite bed, facing Lindsey as she explained how her date with Sara went on Friday.  
“She was the sweetest Sonny; pulled my chair out, held the door, walked me to my car. She was so worried about being disrespectful by touching my back as walked through the door. Who does that? Guys don’t do that! It’s all so new, but everything just feels so easy with her.”
“Linds, she really does sound incredible and I am so happy the date went well for you.”
“I just, umm, I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do now? It feels too easy, too good to be true.” Lindsey questioned softly. “I mean, we just went on what I think was a date, I don’t even know for sure f she likes me back. And now I’m here for three weeks. We haven’t even talked about anything!”
Lindsey’s nerves hitting her full force all of sudden.
Sonnett quickly got off her bed and moved to Lindsey’s, pulling her into a hug.
“First of all, she would be crazy to not like you back. But that doesn’t sound like an issue, it definitely sounds like she likes you back. Second of all, it was a date. Chair pulling, her paying, door opening, car walking,” Sonnett listed off, squeezing Lindsey tighter. “those are all date like qualities. Thirdly, stop overthinking this! Ask her what she wants, tell her what you want. She panicked touching your back, no way she does anything to make you uncomfortable.”  
Not knowing what to say, Lindsey just stayed quiet, thinking about what Emily had said.
The two felt Lindsey’s phone vibrate on the mattress below them, a smile on Lindsey’s face when she saw Sara’s name on the screen. Quickly opening it, she saw a picture of the trainer looking flush from a run with Blaze sitting between her legs, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.
“She’s a good one Linessi,” Emily whispered softly when she saw the picture and the smile it put on Horan’s face.
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