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magpiie · 4 years ago

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Kidnapped by Baby Yoda pt. 3

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

hey guys pls lmk what you think and be honest!!! thank you so much for 80 notes holy fucking shit wowie

It's weird one day you're assisting teaching a class to a bunch of miscellaneous alien children on nevarro hating your life, and the next you're stuck on a ship with a mandalorian and his foundling who inexplicably decided he needed you to come.

“I'm going to talk to him today kid, believe me” you said to the lump of wool perched on your knee. Mando was out doing maker knows what, and you were left alone with the little guy like always. His big eyes gazed at you dubiously as if to say suuuuure. The amount of judgmental bitchy energy he could produce sometimes was astounding. “No really, i've been living here for what, uh 3 weeks maybe? And all we've really said to each other was the initial greeting and uh the exchange of names?” The last part trails off as you realize you don't even know his name. You said yours but he responded with telling you to call him Mando. So you didn't push it. You dont know alot about mandalorians considering they are almost extinct and their beliefs are often made to seem like folklore. But you do know that individualism and identity is not something particularly celebrated. So you decided to leave the amount of information he wants to share with you up to him out of respect. So far that's been none. “So, kid, how'd you break through his shell? He likes you?” the child just blinks unhelpfully. “I mean you never talk to him, but i've tried that and we saw how that went” literally radio silence from him. You don't particularly think of yourself as an extrovert who constantly needs interaction but you do need some. And currently you have the kid as a companion and if you didn't know any better you'd say Mando was a droid with how he acts. You also resolved that you needed to help out more. Basically you were a glorified babysitter and the idea that Mando was going to realize that he was better off without you on his ship as deadweight terrified you. You were a good cook, I guess you could say, but Mando always brought food back with him when he went out and then would hide in his room to eat in privacy. So that's not very helpful. The main thing that you could offer him was medical help. Back on Nevarro growing up you were the youngest of three older brothers. And considering your mother wasnt really in the picture, you had to take up the doctor role for the amount of fights three older boys could get into. You knew how to treat basically any external damage and how to sterilize and limit risk of infection. But how would you ever bring that up to mando if you guys didn't even greet each other in the mornings? Sometimes you would try to talk to him with something as simple as “good morning!” or “welcome back” or “night” or even just a simple “hey” sometimes he would bless you with a monosyllabic grunt but never anything more. But hey, you would take what you would get. After a week of this call and no response bullshit you kinda gave up and have spent the last two weeks in silence other than your episode this morning with the “good morning” fiasco. You feel your mortification settle back into your stomach at the fool you made of yourself. “Maker above, mando must hate me.” sometimes you wondered if he regretted asking you to come. But he doesn't really seem like the type of person to let you stay if you annoyed him. “Ok bug, here's the plan. What im gonna do is i will say hey when he comes back, sound good?” you look for confirmation from the creature and he gives you a slight tilt of his chin. Satisfied you continue, “and i will uhm say good night and good morning every day until he responds or tells me to shut up.” you finish with a huff of breath. This will either end with you finally finally getting to have real human interaction or left on some random ass planet god knows where.

Mando makes his way back to ship feeling the pebbles crunch beneath the heavy sole of his boot. This planet was a desert planet much like nevarro, he wondered if you missed home. Mean no shit she's probably homesick dumbass he thinks its not like he was doing anything to make the ship feel welcoming. Like talking to you. But you made the ship feel like a home for the kid and that's more than he could ever want. You probably didn't realize how much what you were doing meant to him. You made the kid happy, you were giving him something that mando never could, a mother figure. Mando tried his hardest to be what he thought was a father for the kid but it was hard. He had to go and work and it wasn't safe to bring a kid so he was often swept around to different planets and left for hours by himself waiting for mando to come back and it was hard on mando. But you, now you were there. And the kid was always safe with you. He should probably teach you some self defense he thought considering how dangerous being associated with him was especially considering you needed to protect the child. But honestly, mando had no idea if you knew how to protect yourself, you might, space is a dangerous world. He only knew that you were a teacher but that was it. Slightly alarming that he implicitly trusted you without any prior knowledge of you or your credentials. You could be a bounty hunter assigned to kill him for all he knew, or to steal the kid, but you probably would have done that by now. Mando didn't know what made you trustworthy to him. You just were. And that terrified him.

You're sitting in the cockpit with the child pretending to fly the ship as he gurgles happily in your lap. you giggle at the little guy and make finger guns and pretend to shoot an imaginary monster outside the window, “i'm the most fearsome bounty hunter in the guild,” the child lets out a particularly loud noise at that, “uhhh yes i am dont laugh at me, i am feared far and wide across the galaxy,” you tickle his sides with that one. youre so into playing with the kid you don't realize mando was back and is staring at you from the entryway to the cockpit. “You think i could take on your daddy, bug? You think it'd beat him in a shootout? Huh?” you say with your fingers poised and ready at the window.

“Not a chance,” says a deep voice that vibrates into the floor. You let out an embarrassing startled shriek and feel your heart do twenty somersaults and settle in your feet. The child screams at the interruption and immediately wiggles out of your grasp and waddles to Mando giddily.

“I-i i was uh joking, really i was,” you stutter out cringing at the incredulous tone your voice comes out as. Remembering your resolve to talk to him you continue on even though you feel like you might throw up your breakfast from nerves. “He misses you during the day,” gesturing to the child, “so i pretend to be you” you finish realizing that sounds super fucking creepy, “well not like- you- like- you, but i pretend to like uh pilot the ship and uh shoot um things?” you ramble lamely. A huff sounds from the mandalorian and if you allowed yourself to think wishfully it was laughter.

“Doesn't surprise me. Before you he came everywhere with me.” you feel your eyebrows raise. Everywhere? Shit.

“Must've been difficult to complete jobs and have to keep track of him,” you say nodding your head towards the little lump of brown wool. Mando offers you an affirmative grunt before setting the child down and turning on his heel towards the fresher. So that was an improvement, you think. Got ten whole words out of him. You feel a grin split your face. Hopefully this means you are past the dancing around each other relationship. And maker above, his voice, wow. If only you could wake up to that every morning. Deep and melodic. You wonder how deep and gravelly it sounds in the mornings. Or how your name would sound tumbling off his lips in pleasure. Nope. not going down that path. That is NOT platonic thoughts. You literally had your first conversation with him since the first day you met him and you're already thinking about that? Seriously pull yourself together. You don't even know what he looks like, or how old he is. Like what if he's like 70. And really ugly. What if your having sex dreams about someone like your grandpa. Ew. Your face contorts at the thought of Mando looking like your grandpa. Okay gross stop. You need to get to know him. Have civil conversations. Push down the gross thoughts. Even if his voice sounds like honey. And home.

You're sitting in the chair behind the pilot seat reading a random book Mando left out on the scattered floor. Its some type of mechanical manual so its truly riveting. Note the sarcasm. The child's asleep, and seeing as though mando is cooped up in his room this book is better than twiddling your thumbs mindlessly. You decided that if you were going to stay on mandos ship you should at least try to pick up some mechanic skills. Better than the rudimentary at best you had at the present moment. You knew how to fix blatant errors in engines and how to reconnect wires if the instructions were explained thoroughly and very slowly. Okay maybe you didn't really know anything past engines. But that was better than nothing? Kinda? You sigh closing the book after rereading the same sentences about pre-imperial versus post-imperial hyperdrives. Maker what was the difference? The both made the ship go super fast or something? Was that the hyperdrive? You shook your head feeling the thought start to culminate into a downward spiral of what a hyperdrive truly was. You looked around the cluttered hull and decided that you should probably occupy yourself by cleaning up the mess. Mando might appreciate it, it'll also make you less of a deadweight on the ship. It was crazy how much shit one man and his child could accumulate on one tiny ship. You don't think you had ever seen this many small metal bowls in one place. The stack currently in the corner probably contained about 12. In what universe would 2 creatures ever need the same bowls 12 times. Well you guess now it's three. The thought filled your chest with a balloon of warmth only to be popped by the realization that you weren't part of the little family mando and the child were. At best you were a business associate. The kids stand in caregiver. Babysitter.

The realization that you didn't have anyone to call family at your disposal fell heavy on your shoulders. Sinking you into the corner of the hull. You dont think youve ever felt more alone. In the cold corner of the hull with a hand pressed to your chest in an attempt to quell your ragged breaths. Like a small raft cast into the oceanic expanse of space. If you drowned, who would notice? Certainly not your family, they were maker knows where, probably light years away. You didn't even know what sector you were in anymore. What would your father think of your decision to leave nevarro? You hadn't seen him in a while but you remembered the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. And how he would hug you after a long day. Hold you like you were still his little girl. The craving for a warm embrace from a solid body slammed into you with all the force of a meteor. Leaving you stunned and lost. You briefly wondered how mando coped. How did he deal with the overwhelming feeling of loneliness? How did he leave his guild? Did he miss them? Were they like a family? Did he think about them often? How did he cope with the lack of touch? Or did he not think about it at all? Did he not need it? Was he so disconnected from the world through his beskar that he couldn't remember the feeling of someone's fingers on his skin? Etching a path with the searing heat they exuded. Hearing approaching footsteps you attempt to pull yourself together. Regulate your breathing, get rid of tear tracks and lose the flush coloring your face. You could do this. As he rounded the corner he stopped. You peered up at him from your curled up position on the floor and offered him a smile that felt unconvincing even on your lips. He tilted his head slightly at you and made his way cautiously to where you were. He bent slightly and offered a brown leather clad hand to you. For a second the only sound heard was the faint crackle of his breathing in his helmet. You could see him faltering. Here he was offering you comfort in your clearly distressed state and you were pointedly ignoring it. You laced your fingers with his and nearly doubled over from the strength he exuded into pulling you up. As soon as you were fairly steady on your feet you marveled at your hand shocked by the warmth creeping through the leather of the glove permeating into your palm. He sighed, a deep release of tension from his shoulders followed. “What's wrong?” he said, his hand still lazily grasping your fingers. You looked at him, what was wrong?

“How do you do it?” you said echoing his words from your first meeting to him. his thumb dragged a slow line along your wrist. When he didn't respond you added, “how are you okay with being alone?” if you could see his face you would say he looked taken aback. He released your hand.

“I'm not.” he offered. Confused as to which question he was answering you remained silent hoping to prompt him to continue. He started again, “I'm not alone, not truly. I have him.” he gestured vaguely to his sleeping quarters where the kid slept. He rubbed the back of his neck,

“And neither are you.”

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anxiouslyfred · 3 years ago

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Janus Parents Who?

for @dukexietyweek‘s day 4 prompt ‘parents’

Summary: Remus and Virgil know they aren’t brothers, despite both thinking of Janus as their Dad. The argument over whose dad Janus actually is carries on through their childhoods, reconciling when Thomas accepts all his sides and eventually starting to Date. Janus just hopes there’s a final resolution to be found because the screaming is over dramatic.

Warnings: Caps Lock Screaming, arguments, spider mention,

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Janus had come out of his room some time after yelling had broken out. He knew from the start that raising and looking after Remus and Virgil would be a challenge, but had also realised within a few arguments of theirs that intervening at the beginning would only lengthen how long they might disagree for.

“Well now, you two seem to be perfectly at peace with each other. Whom shall I thank for the relaxing evening?” He got their attention in an instant, sarcasm dripping from his words.

“We aren't BROTHERS!” Remus screamed, flinging an arm towards Virgil in accusation. “You're MY DAD! Not HIS!”

“Janus was my Dad first. That means you're the adopted one!” Virgil hissed back, moving to tug on one of Janus's arms, eyes pleading for his side to be taken.

That was clearly the worst thing Janus could do. Taking either side would be bad, but letting Remus feel rejected so soon after losing his brother and the complete rejection of Thomas knowing him could quite possibly destroy what control he'd maintained.

“When did you two decide that you aren't brothers? So far as I was aware I have 2 children to look after and oh, look at this, there are 2 children living with me.” Janus played surprised, counting his fingers and then the other sides in the room. “We all know that no matter what my role is, mathematics doesn't lie.”

Today he would work soft words to calm the boys down, and try to figure out just why they no longer believed themselves to be brothers. Hopefully tomorrow he would know how to resolve the argument properly.

/jrv\

It had been a long time since Janus had seen that specific glare on Remus's face and despite the urgent summons from Patton that had brought him there, he was very tempted to just fetch something from the kitchen before going to hide.

“Janus is my Dad. You can't Have Him!” Remus growled out, and yep, the glare was for exactly the same reason it always had been. That sounded like Virgil had mentioned liking having him as a Dad once more so their old feud was beginning all over again.

“Dude, it was Roman who said Janus acts like my Dad and he's always been that to me anyway. You can't dictate who my Parent is.” Virgil had almost hit Roman in the gesture towards him while glaring at Remus.

Patton was already hurrying over, ever ready to try calming down any argument. “Come on kiddo's. Being a Dad to one person doesn't mean you can't be to someone else. I thought you liked each other now so why not try-”

“WE AREN'T BROTHERS!” Janus had yanked his hat down to cover his ears just in time to muffle the combined scream of Remus and Virgil. He'd still never got a good explanation over why that decision was made but had learnt a million times over not to question it.

“Yes, that's been blatantly obvious as long as I've know you both. You're as different as Roman and Remus, I'm sure.” Janus drawled, mostly just to get the attention away from Patton before he tried again to suggest they could be.

It was almost too predictable that both sides he'd raised immediately gestured to the other angrily. “Tell him I'm your son and he isn't!”

“Hang on, Remus is my brother. Should I be included in this argument or not?” Roman's question only caused more arguing between Virgil and Remus, things Janus had heard them say a million times.

Only after Logan had emerged wondering what all the noise was about did Janus realise the vehemence wasn't in the argument any more. It was almost like the pair were just arguing over who he was a parent to as a way to reconnect with each other. Perhaps he wouldn't ask Patton what to tell them about who he was a parent to; not just yet anyway.

/VJR\

Remus and Virgil starting to date should have settled the issue.

Seriously, Janus could not believe that they still wanted to know who he was a true parent to after all this time and was honestly convinced that no side was actually a parent to any other. It wouldn't make sense for there to be parental relationships among the sides, given they were all just parts of what made up Thomas Sanders.

One thing was clear though and that between Roman, Remus and Virgil there had been an agreement struck that they were the children of the family and all children must have parents. Perhaps it was something to do with how they used the imagination to create and resolve situations or something, but the trio were resolute. If only they could be equally resolute on who was their assigned parents.

“JANUS IS MY DAD! PRODIGAL SON IF YOUR GOING TO QUOTE THE FUCKING BIBLE AT ME!!” Virgil's scream broke through what had been a quiet afternoon as he stormed out of his room and down into the living room.

Remus was already giving chase though. “MINE! At least I stuck with him and listen to the rules he makes!”

“That doesn't make you his son, it makes you a fucking suck-up!”Virgil hissed back. “Besides families have arguments sometimes. Don't try to claim otherwise cause I've seen how you react to your dearest brother.”

As ever when Roman was mentioned in a vaguely complimentary way he spoke up, “Well how about that, I already have a Dad, so maybe Janus actually is Virgil's dad after all.”

Only a beat of silenced passed before Remus was screaming, wailing almost over being the rejected son, abandoned at birth, with Virgil wrapped around him and glaring for anybody to agree with Roman.

“No no no, Octospider, you weren't. You were always loved and I can't imagine anybody doing something like that. Janus must be your Dad, cause nobody could bare to lose a wonderful gremlin like you.” The crooning words made all the other sides, now all present after hearing the screams, freeze.

Patton had been moving forwards at Roman's reasoning to agree and make some dad jokes to try and finally settle the ongoing dispute, never thinking about what that would mean given the divide split the sides for most of Thomas's life. Now he could only hope Roman had some other idea that would calm them both down whenever the brother comment was actually questioned and glanced to Janus to check how he'd taken Virgil's change of heart.

Janus had already moved to join Virgil in holding Remus, “There we go Darling. I'm your Dad, and have always kept you with me. Nobody has been rejecting you here, just hoarding your madness all for myself. It was far to precious to even dream of sharing when you were younger.”

“B-b-b-But Patton Hates me and he's Roman's Dad, how – how can I be yours when my brother is his?” Remus managed to ask, burying himself in Virgil's hoodie after asking the question. It looked like there could be tentacles as well as arms tying Remus to his boyfriend as he continued to wail.

“Must have been a really messy break up, I guess. We're like Parent Swap twins. Janus and Patton had such a big falling out they each took one of us and vowed to never see each other again.” Roman mused, nodding encouragingly at the questioning glances he got from the 3 other sides still standing.

Virgil's arms tightened then, his eyeshadow lengthening on his face, even as he kept up soothing strokes over Remus's back. “So I was the abandoned child then?”

“We are all the same age, Virgil. I don't think any of us even have parents, let alone understand all this drama for seeking them out.” Logan began, only to be cut of by a small cheer Roman made.

“Adopted out, I believe. After all our teacher was far too focused on making Thomas learn all the things and discover even more for much of our youth, but as soon as you started becoming known to Thomas was more than ready to help you through your worries.” Roman had moved over to Logan's side while speaking, listing out his reasoning excitedly. “Therefore we must believe that Logan is your Dad, Dearest Nightmare, but found himself unable to care for you and help Thomas with learning everything a young mind can so asked if Janus might raise you instead.”

Remus peeked out of the hoodie now, glancing suspiciously from Logan to Virgil's face. “I copied my eyeshadow from you. You just started getting it some mornings. Was that cause you couldn't try to steal Logan's glasses? I can make you some now if you like?” He offered.

“No need. Though I guess we need to find some other random thing to argue over now. Who's the better kisser perhaps?” Virgil offered, snickering at the confused glances they were now being shot.

Remus just pulled him down into a kiss before darting away. “I already won that one. What other suggestions do you have?”

Virgil watched him leave getting to his feet after a moment. “Thanks for the solution Roman, but seriously, if you ever upset Remus by making him feel abandoned again all the spiders in the house will find their way to your room, possibly including the ones from the imagination too.” With those parting words he hurried to follow Remus.

“Young love?” Patton asked, somewhere between thinking the scene was adorable and wondering what on earth just happened. Janus could only nod, feeling exactly the same over the two sides he had raised.

At least there was some story over how they weren't brothers now.

#dukexiety #dukexietyweek2021 #remus sanders #virgil sanders #Janus Sanders #parent confusion #caps lock screaming #roman sanders #dad janus #patton sanders #creativitwins #logan sanders

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teenwolffanclub-me · 4 years ago

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Season 2, Episode 1: Omega (Part One)

Welcome to Season 2 bitches! This one’s gonna be fun 😉 Here’s the masterlist for the series if you wanna catch up!

Pairing: Stiles x Psychic! Reader

Notes: thanks everyone for the encouragement to continue!! every single one of your messages made my heart so happy! this is more of a filler chapter to catch us up but hopefully you guys still like it! I’m super excited for this season and have lots of good stuff planned 😏

I love feedback so let me know what you think!

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“Oh my God, Stiles. Just do it already.”

I huffed out an impatient breath and watched as he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration. We were sitting in the middle of his bed, my crossed legs only an inch away from his.

“Hey, I’m the anchor here. Alright?” His honey eyes twitched at me as one of his hands hovered above mine. “Let me do my thing.”

It was always hit or miss, whether Stiles’ touch would help calm my abilities or set them off. We’d been practicing the last couple days, trying to figure out how I could regain some control.

Most of the time, I felt like I was completely losing my mind. My thoughts were constantly racing. I was hearing and seeing things that weren’t actually there and showing up in random places again. None of it made sense. Peter had done something when he bit me, dialed my senses up to a hundred, and I had no idea how to fix it.

I was brought out of my thoughts as I felt a gentle touch on the top of my hand. My eyes flickered down to my lap, where Stiles was hesitantly running his fingers along my skin.

“Anything?” My gaze flickered up to meet his, my heart fluttering at the intense concern shining back at me. He hadn’t stopped worrying since I woke up in the hospital, so now I was growing concerned about his mental state.

“No.” A small smile twitched at my lips as I realized my senses had calmed significantly. The dull hum that had become a constant in my mind since I was bitten was gone. I breathed a sigh of relief, relishing in the few moments of silence. “Nothing.”

“Okay. So hand on hand...good. Hand on arm...bad.” Stiles’ eyes narrowed as he nodded to himself, referring to yesterday when he’d barely brushed against me and I’d practically passed out.

I glowered at him and slid my hands out from under his. “I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that we had any idea how this works.” He quipped with a swivel of his head, his eyebrows raising incredulously.

“I think it has more to do with....” I trailed off with a sigh, realizing that I actually had no idea what I was talking about. “Yeah, no. I’m at a loss.”

A frown pulled at his lips as he took one of my hands again and dragged his fingers along my skin, moving up my arm inch by inch. I let out content breath when he reached my shoulder and squeezed it gently. A moment later his hand cupped the side of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair as his thumb rubbed soothingly at my jaw.

I watched his eyes as they followed each of his movements, seemingly waiting for something bad to happen. When they flickered up to meet mine, I practically melted into a puddle. They were rounded gently, glimmering a bright golden color as a ray of sunlight snuck in through his blinds, perfectly illuminating his freckled skin.

I couldn’t help but lean forward to capture his lips with mine, my eyes fluttering closed in the process. He stiffened for a split second, as if caught off guard, before relaxing into the kiss. His fingers twitched against my face, but he was otherwise completely still in front of me.

When my tongue tentatively swept along his bottom lip, a quick image flashed in my mind. I grimaced involuntarily, whatever it was disappearing too fast to decipher.

“What is it?” Stiles pulled away from me with a jerk, his eyes wide as they jumped around my face.

I shook my head, hoping that would somehow clear everything away, and sent him a tight lipped smile. “Nothing. Promise.”

His eyes narrowed for a split second in disbelief, but he seemed to think better of arguing as he pulled me back to him with the hand that still rested against my face. I wasn’t exactly lying to him, but he was already worried enough. He didn’t need to know every single time something weird happened to me.

I didn’t even realize we were slowly drifting toward the mattress until my back pressed against it lightly. I brought my hands up to the sides of his face, momentarily forgetting that his hair was too short to run my fingers through. The spiky buzz cut poked at my skin as I ran my fingers along the back of his head. His free hand squeezed at my hip gently as he leaned over me.

I pulled away fractionally to catch my breath, giggling slightly at his timid nature. “Stiles...”

“Mmm?” He hummed against my lips and leaned forward, trying to reconnect them.

“I’m not going to break.” My voice was barely above a whisper as I slid one hand down to push against his chest, creating enough distance between us so that I could catch his eyes.

He let out a sigh, gaze flickering around my face in question. Since the day I was bitten, he’d been treating me like a porcelain doll. It was almost like he as afraid to touch me, which was honestly understandable because half the time when he did I lost my mind, but I needed him to cut it the fuck out if we were going to be together.

He nodded slightly before reaching down to grip my hand. His mouth met mine again as he tangled our fingers together and gently pressed my arm into the mattress beside my head. My lips twitched into a small smile against his as our tongues danced languidly. An idea suddenly popped into my mind and I pressed against him until he let me roll him onto his back.

I landed on top of him, my legs on either side of his hips. I pulled back and dragged my lips along his jaw, lightly pressing kisses against his smooth skin as I continued down his neck. He let out a shuddering breath and suddenly wrapped an arm around my waist, flipping me onto my back. He used a little more force than necessary, sending us clumsily tumbling off the side of the bed.

I yelped as we crashed onto the floor, Stiles managing to turn at the last second so that he took the brunt of the fall. He grunted in pain, his eyes pinching shut as he grimaced beneath me. I winced, pushing myself up onto my elbows to remove some of the weight from him.

His eyes popped open and we stared at each other for a long moment before erupting in a fit of giggles. I let my head fall against his chest, feeling my worries drift away in the comfort of his arms.

“That was so your fault.”

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I huffed out an annoyed breath as I climbed into the Jeep, shutting the passenger door behind me with a slam. I pressed my back against the leather seat and rubbed the scratchy material I’d just stolen between my fingers.

“Did you get it?”

My eyes narrowed into a glare before sweeping toward Stiles as I held up the fabric in my hands. Clearly, he wasn’t very observant at the moment. “This is stupid.”

“Just shove the thing in his face and let’s find her.” His hand, which rested on the back of our seats, gestured behind us.

I hesitated, pursing my lips tightly. “If my mom gets fired because of this—”

“There’s no way anything’s gonna go wrong, Y/N.” Scott spoke up from the backseat as he reached forward and snatched the hospital gown from my lap.

I whipped around to glare at him. “You do realize that’s exactly what people say before everything goes horribly wrong?”

He just rolled his eyes and brought the gown up to his nose, ignoring my jab. After several unsuccessful days of Stiles and I trying to figure out how my personal brand of crazy works, Scott had the ridiculous idea to find Lydia by scent. There was no way it was going to work.

At this point, she’s been missing for five days. It was honestly impressive, in a terrible way, that no one had been able to find her yet. I was beginning to worry that she wasn’t even in Beacon Hills anymore. I couldn’t help but think, if she were still here, that we should’ve come across something by now.

Stiles started the Jeep from beside me, instantly jumping in surprise as the headlights illuminated a familiar thin figure. “Jesus Christ...”

Allison narrowed her eyes at him before rushing over to the passenger window.

“What are you doing here? Someone’s gonna see us.” Scott squished me against my seat as he leaned forward to peer out the window.

I pressed my shoulder into his chest to give myself more room, but he didn’t even budge an inch. I huffed in annoyance, watching as his wide eyes flickered around the dimly lit parking lot of the hospital before meeting hers again.

The two of them had been sneaking around for the last week, after Allison’s dad caught them making out in her car and nearly killed him on the spot. In exchange for his life, she’d promised to stay away from him. That lasted about an hour—which was honestly impressive given how obsessive they are—before he was sneaking into her house again.

“I don’t care. She’s my best friend and we need to find her before they do.” Allison insisted, completely ignoring my existence as she looked into Scott’s eyes pleadingly.

I squirmed uncomfortably under his weight, but quickly gave up on getting free. I sagged back in my seat with a sigh, knowing I wouldn’t be moving until he did.

“I can find her before the cops do.” His brows furrowed in offense as he probably assumed she was doubting his werewolf abilities.

“What about before my father?” Her voice rose with worry, and I shoved against Scott once again as my heart skipped a beat in alarm.

“He knows?” My question was slightly muffled behind him, until he finally leaned back with a grimace in my direction.

“Yeah. I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs.” Allison’s eyes flickered between the two of us, wide with concern.

Well, shit. That couldn’t mean anything good. If her dad and other men were out looking for Lydia, our timeline was easily just cut in half. Maybe they wanted to kill her, or just catch her, but we couldn’t sit by and let either happen.

“A search party?” A spark of hope rose in my chest, although I knew it was a long shot.

“More like a hunting party.” She sighed, her eyes shining with guilt as if it were somehow her fault.

I popped the passenger door open quickly, scooting closer to Stiles to give her some room. Clearly, she wanted to come with us, and I wasn’t about to turn away extra help. “Get in.”

We drove in tense silence for a few minutes, all of us lost in our own thoughts. I was stuck on the same fear I’d had since the dance. It was highly unlikely that Lydia wasn’t a werewolf. I mean, if she wasn’t, she must be dead by now, and that wasn’t something I could even begin to entertain.

Then there was the fact that she would not handle being a werewolf well. I dreaded the idea of chaining her up on full moons, or dealing with extra moodiness on top of her usual attitude. It wouldn’t be pretty for any of us.

“Alright.” Stiles suddenly spoke up, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel anxiously. “If she’s turning, would they actually kill her?”

Allison’s eyes met his in the rear view mirror from beside me. I’d switched places with Scott when she got into the car, putting him up front with Stiles.

“I don’t know. They won’t tell me anything. All they say is ‘we’ll talk after Kate’s funeral, when the others get here.’”

“Others? What others?” My head snapped in her direction, my stomach twisting uncomfortably. This situation was quickly going from bad to worse, especially if they were calling in more hunters.

She sighed dejectedly and avoided my eyes. “I don’t know. They won’t tell me that, either.”

“Okay. Your family has some serious communication issues to work on. Scott, are we going the right way?” Stiles glanced toward the passenger side expectantly.

Scott nodded, his head sticking out the window as he tried to catch a scent. I rolled my eyes and dropped my head against the back of our seat. This whole thing was completely ridiculous. He may have hightened senses, but that didn’t mean he was a fucking search dog.

Even I could admit that we were desperate. We were taking things into our own hands as best we could. Scott was really our only hope at this point, which was pretty sad. He directed us all the way to the preserve, where we got out to continue on foot.

“She came here? Are you sure?” Stiles squinted his eyes at the Hale house a few minutes later as we approached it cautiously.

None of us had been here since the night Kate and Peter died, and I think it was safe to say that it wasn’t high on our list of places to visit. I’d be more than happy to never come here again.

Just the sight of the withering structure had my heart racing in my chest. Allison only glanced at the house fleetingly before crossing her arms and ducking her head away. It was probably harder for her to be here than any of us. Even though her aunt was a crazy bitch, she was still grieving as anyone would.

“This is where the scent leads.” Scott confirmed, his brows furrowed in confusion.

Dried leaves crunched beneath our feet as we slowly made our way toward the house. All of us were on high alert, waiting for something terrible to happen. Honestly, it was still hard for me to believe that Peter was actually dead. There was just something off about the whole thing, but I couldn’t place it for the life of me.

“Alright. But has Lydia ever been here?” Stiles turned around expectantly as he lead us up the small hill in their yard.

“Not with me.” Allison frowned, still refusing to look at the house.

Scott and I shook our heads as his eyes flickered over us. He sighed heavily before facing forward again and letting his hands smack against his thighs. He was a natural born detective, and it was killing him that he couldn’t figure this out. Despite our best efforts with my abilities and all the information we could get out of his dad, it didn’t feel like we were any closer to finding her.

“Maybe she came here on instinct, like she was looking for Derek?” Allison leaned toward me and mumbled the theory, as if she didn’t want to admit that Lydia could actually be a werewolf.

“You mean...looking for an alpha?” Scott sighed, easily hearing her with his heightened senses, and looking very troubled by the idea.

“Wolves need a pack, right?” She pressed, playing with the material of her sweater’s sleeve nervously.

“Not all of them.” Scott muttered, his eyes trained on the house in front of us as if waiting for something to jump out.

She let out a huff in annoyance at his cryptic answer. “But would she have been drawn to an alpha? Is it an instinct to be part of a pack?”

“Yeah,” His lips pulled into a knowing frown. “Were stronger in packs.”

“Like strength in numbers.” I muttered, more to myself than anyone else. It made sense. Wolves were pack animals in the wild, after all.

Scott suddenly came to a stop and glanced between Allison and I, his eyes . “No, like literally stronger. Faster. Better in every way.”

That must’ve been why Peter was so hellbent on turning as many people as he could. He was a power hungry monster��even as a human—add in all the werewolf shit and it’s no wonder he went insane.

“Whoa, hey. Look at this. You guys see this?” Stiles’ voice rose in concern from behind me and I turned to see him crouched near the ground.

I hadn’t even realized that he was rummaging through the leaves around us, too caught up in my own thoughts. I quickly made my way to his side, my eyes widening when I caught sight of a thin wire tied tightly between two trees.

“I think it’s a—” My breath caught, the words dying on my lips as Stiles tugged on it, some rustling and a grunt instantly sounding behind us.

“Uh. Stiles...” Scott’s voice was breathless.

“Yeah, buddy?”

I peered at him over my shoulder, wincing as my eyes landed on his he upside down frame, the wire wrapped tightly around one of his ankles.

Stiles spun on his heel beside me, his face falling into a grimace at the sight. “Oh.”

“Next time you see a tripwire, don’t trip it.” Scott shrugged, his voice light with amusement.

“Noted.” Stiles nodded quickly, moving forward to inspect the wire in an effort to release him.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of this situation. We couldn’t get through a single mission without something going wrong, no matter how small. Allison joined my side as we made our way toward Scott, but we only made it a few steps before his eyes widened in alarm and he held his hands out to stop us.

“Wait, wait, wait!” He started swinging as he jerked his arms frantically. “Someone’s coming.”

My heart skipped a beat as panic surged through me at his words. I could only assume that the trap was left by hunters, which meant he was as good as dead if we left him hanging there.

“Go!” He snapped when none of us moved, causing Allison to bolt away instantly.

I hesitated, wishing there was something I could do. Realistically, I knew I’d be no match for literally anyone who tried attacking me—let alone trained hunters—and Scott could easily defend himself. I’d seen it several times when he fought Derek, and then Peter. But there was no telling how many there would be, and he was at a serious disadvantage.

Stiles gripped my arm and dragged me along with him, only stopping once we were safely hidden behind a nearby tree. I squinted through the darkness as four men emerged from the distance. When I saw that one of them was Allison’s dad, I couldn’t help but glance her way. Her eyes were firmly planted on Scott, though, her brows pinched with worry.

“Scott.” He greeted curtly, crouching down to meet him face to face. “How are you doing?”

Scott let out a nervous breath, his skin turning pink from all the blood rushing to his head. “Mr. Argent. Good. You know, just hangin’ out. This one of yours? It’s, uh, good. Nice design. Very constricting.”

I let my eyes fall closed and internally cringed at his nervous rambling. Stiles let out a sigh from beside me, probably thinking the same thing. Technically, we were trespassing on private property, and he wasn’t building a very good case for his innocence.

“What are you doing out here, Scott?” Mr. Argent’s voice was hard, disapproving almost, as his eyes flickered over his dangling body.

“Looking for my friend.” He said quickly, surprising me with his honesty.

“Ah, that’s right. Lydia’s in your group now, isn’t she? Part of the clique? Is that the word you use? Or is there another word for it?” Mr. Argent’s gaze was unrelenting as he stared Scott down. My jaw clenched at his threatening tone. I didn’t like what he was implying. “Part of your pack?”

“Actually, clique sounds about right to me.” Scott’s voice hardened as all traces of amusement left his face, instantly in full protective mode.

“I hope so. ‘Cause I know she’s a friend of Allison’s, and one special circumstance—like yourself—one, I can handle. Not two.”

I heard Allison’s sharp intake of breath from the tree beside us, and let my attention flicker toward her. She was staring at her dad with wide eyes and parted lips, as if she couldn’t believe what he was saying. Although he wasn’t being explicit, it was obvious what he meant.

If they find her, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill her.

“Scott, do you know what a hemicorporectomy is?” Mr. Argent drawled, still kneeling on the damp ground in front of Scott.

He threw his arms out, looking completely over this conversation and being upside down. “I have a feeling I don’t want to.”

“Medical term for amputating somebody at the waist. Cutting them in half. Takes a tremendous amount of strength to cut through tissue and bone like that.” As he spoke, one of his hands came up to swipe across Scott’s abdomen. “Let’s hope a demonstration never becomes necessary.”

With that, he slowly rose to his feet and walked away. The three men that had come with him followed suit wordlessly, disappearing into the darkness a moment later. We all instantly rushed to Scott’s side, Allison bending over to look into his eyes anxiously.

“Are you okay?” She fanned her hands over him, as if trying to help but not sure what to do.

“Yeah. Fine. Just another life threatening conversation with your dad.” He scoffed humorlessly, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

He’d been “threatening” Scott’s life for weeks now, but hadn’t actually done anything. It was obvious that he was looking out for him, since we hadn’t had any more encounters—other than tonight—with hunters. It seemed to me that he had a soft spot for Scott, but had to keep up appearances since his daughter dating a werewolf would probably hurt his reputation.

I walked toward the tree where the tripwire was tied, turning back to Stiles expectantly. “A little help?”

He jogged my way with a huff, his breath condensing into a small cloud in front of his lips. Before we could even begin strategizing how to untie the thing, a snap sounded from behind us. I spun around quickly, thinking something was wrong, but let out a breath of relief when I saw that Scott was back on his feet.

The corner of his lips twitched into a smirk as he somehow retracted his claws back into his fingertips—which was honestly weird as fuck—and gestured toward the house. “You guys comin’?”

We followed his lead, continuing on our search for the night. We only stopped a few hours later, completely exhausted and nearly frostbitten, when Allison forced us to go home.

Tomorrow was my first day back at school since being bitten, and they were all way more concerned than necessary. At this point, that was the least of my worries. Our failed efforts tonight made me feel ten times worse, because we still didn’t find a single trace of Lydia.

My hope was dwindling by the minute, right along with her chances of survival.

Season 1, Episode 12 Episode 1, Part Two

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it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream · 4 years ago

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It’s so dark - pt 2 (Spike x Reader)

Warning: Mentions of death, swearing, angst

word count: 1,576

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You don't know how long you had been lying on the cold sodden cemetery ground staring up at the balls of gas in the sky we call stars. They were so beautiful. You'd never really taken the time to appreciate the little things in life. You were dying.

You could feel you body getting colder, could almost feel the blood draining from your body and seeping into the earth beneath you. A tear slipped from the corner of your eye and you looked up blinking, staring into the eyes of your crying vampire. You shakily lifted your crimson palm to cup his stoney cheek.

“Shhhh Spike, It’s okay, it’s okay.” You could hear Giles and everyone talking behind you, Willow and Tara were sat on either side of you chanting something gibberish and Buffy had just finished off the vampire that did this to you. God, you'd think with all your training or something you would have been able to stop this but it all happened too quick, you just had to save spike. You loved him too much to see him turn to ash.

Spike brought you into his arms and cried into your hair, his firm hands gripping onto your bleeding body for dear life, you were crying because this was it, as much as you had hated your father in the beginning for being away with the slayer you wanted to get to know him and reconnect, you thought you had all the time in the world. Then there was Spike, your leather clad knight in shinning armour, the love of your life and you his. The greatest love in his lifetime. You cried into him as you felt your soul slipping away, your eyes blurry, looking up at the night sky, one last sigh.

“I love you William.”

- unknown p.o.v.-

“Hybrid, you shouldn't be here, it is not your time yet, you’ve not realised your true destiny, born of Slayer lineage and Warlock, you harness great powers that with this love sacrifice will be fully realised when you rise from the earth re-born!”

You woke with a start. God what a weird dream…. until you realised, it wasn't a dream at all as you stared up at the lid of the wooden box that encased your very much alive body. You gasped and your hands flew to where the metal rod had once protruded from your skin. Nothing, no mark, no hole, like nothing ever happened. You started to panic.. You were in a coffin and everyone thought you were dead. What did that voice mean destiny? Slayer and Warlock lineage? You looked down, your body clad in your favourite black dress and on your chest.. spikes pendant he always wore around his neck. Your eyes welled up and you screamed as it started getting harder and harder to breath. You needed to get out, you punched the top of the lid with all the strength you could muster from your lying position and much to your surprise you heard a loud crack. You coughed and blinked as earth fell on your face, you hated to think what creepy crawlies were in the box with you.

It had felt like a life time but you had managed to completely break through the layer of wood holding you hostage. The earth was hard and cold, your fingers racked the earth urgently, holding your breath as much as you could. It was like trying to swim to the surface of a pool but you never knew when you'd break through the top. You started panicking as the breath slipped away from you bit by bit. You just wished the ground would open up and let you out. You dug harder and harder and all of a sudden you felt a breeze, the earth had opened up…. as if by magic. Your fingers tingled, you watched what looked like purple smoke recede into your mud covered finger tips. Right now, you didn't question it, all you knew is you didn't like being buried alive. Your body squeezed from the hole in the ground and on tired achey arms you pulled yourself up and rolled onto your back, this time very much alive, and once again looking at the stars.

You had tried to brush as much mud and leaves off as possible, but it wasn't worth trying. You stood slowly, scared your legs might give, turning, you glimpsed the white pearly headstone with your name engraved. Normally it would take a while to get a headstone when someone died, however, given Sunnydale’s reputation for people dropping dead every to minutes, there were a few places you could get one from around here. You gulped and held back tears, oh god, everyone must be out of their minds. How has this all happened.

You didn't know where to go first, your heart knew where it wanted to go… to your platinum blonde boyfriends crypt, but you also didn't want to freak him out, and part of you wanted to find out what was actually happening to you incase this was all some sort of twisted trick and living wasn't the permeant situation… You found your legs carrying you towards your fathers house before your brain realised what was happening. You must have thought subconsciously that, surely, your father should know all about this? But what if seeing you alive puts him into shock… I guess it would be a risk you'd have to take unless…. there was always Willow and Tara…

Before long you had changed direction and you were headed to the apartment that Willow and Tara shared. It was the middle of the night, the town roads lit up by nothing but the dull amber glow of street lights, the wind rustling through the bitter air and you, alone, barefoot, hopefully walking towards some answers and a much needed shower.

Stopping, you looked up at the apartment building, part of you felt guilty that you were probably about to wake them but then you shook yourself remembering you just rose from the dead. Scoffing, you reached for the door handle that lead you into the block of apartments, locked. Of course it’s locked. You tried it again but no use… god, if the thing about having witchy powers was true then they sure would have been helpful now.. You felt stupid but you focused, placing your hand on the door knob, thinking and challenging some sort of energy into the door handle. You didn't have a fucking clue what you were doing but you had been around Willow and Tara to know a small thing or two. Before you knew it, the same purple smokey tendrils present at your gravesite, pulsed from your palm and the door flew open with a bang. Whoops…

You'd only been to Willow and Tara’s apartment once, it was fairly new and they hadn't been there very long. You still remembered the way, following the grey marble tiles down the second story corridor to door number 3. You hesitated, you were nervous, scared… all of the above, but with a deep breath you took the plunge and rapped your fist on the door. At first you didn't know if anyone was in, no lights, no sounds of movement, but then a glimmer of hope as you heard a groan and the side light next to the sofa switched on. Here goes..

To say they were shocked was an understatement.. Tara was the one who had answered the door, she had screamed and knocked the lamp of the side table while staring at you with wide frightened eyes. Obviously all the commotion alerted willow who was in the other room, and she came out magic at the ready, poised to fight anything evil at the door. She too was shocked, disbelief fluttering across her facial features, then a grin and she was hugging you tightly and ushering you into the dimly lit apartment.

After they had helped you wash up, brushed the twigs and dirt from your hair and sat you down with some coffee, you filled them in on everything that had happened. Explaining the weird voice, the prophecy, having to claw your way out of your coffin after you woke up again. Willow was healing your hands with some charms while Tara scoured through book after book, trying to find anything that might explain what had actually happened. But nothing. It had been hours and there was nothing. Yous sighed falling back into the sofa only one person on your mind. You sadly looked at Willow.

“How is Spike?” She turned to you slowly.

“He’s not in a good way Y/N, Maybe you should go and see him, the last time I saw him he left your grave plot and went back to his crypt demanding to be left alone.” You couldn't help but let a couple of tears fall.

“Theres nothing more I want than to go and see Spike, b-but what if this isn't permanent, what if this is some cruel joke and I see him and then I just die again..” You were really crying now, the full weight of what had happened setting in. Without saying anything Tara and Willow enclosed their arms around you and held you… for how long you didn't know.. all you knew was the sun rose and you were living to see another day.

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shadybagelsludgecolor · 4 years ago

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Goodbye, Spencer. [Gn!Reader x Reid]

A/N: Hey friends! Back again. I hope you enjoy this one! Its quite short but, oh well. I’m like halfway through writing 2 other little fics so.... hopefully I'll find motivation to finish those soon.

Summary: After a tough breakup, Spencer sees you while he’s on a much needed walk. Will you guys reconnect or separate once again?

Pairing: Reid x Gn!Reader

Rating: PG - no warning

My [short] masterlist can be found here.

Word count: 1.06k

Spencer Reid was thinking about you again. Your brave, angelic nature captivated him. He could get lost in the sight of you. Your eyes, which you believed to be ill-proportioned, were perfect in Spencers. Your hair, which you believed to be too short, looked absolutely amazing to Spencer. Your smile, which you hated, was absolutely gorgeous. He missed you, he lost you. He wanted you back.

In an attempt to hold back the tears, Spencer decided to go for a walk. He loved walks. He was always fascinated with the breathtaking scenery in DC. It’s tall, bright beautiful trees, and cold crisp air all encouraged his sadness to feel broken.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the amiable figure of the one he once loved. It was you.

Spencer gulped. He considered himself to be pretty self sufficient, independent and nice. He was doing fine without you, he convinced himself of this. He can do this. You no longer had an affect on him. Boy, what a lie.

But not even an independant person was prepared for what you had in store today.

The sun shone all-pervading, making Spencer sad. He remembered the way you were so appreciative of the sunlight and perfect days like this. Reaching into his bag, Spencer grabbed the cool cup that he brought along with him; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Spencer grew near to you, he could see the relieved glint in your eye.

As you gazed upon the familiar face, you noticed the changes in Spencer.

His hair is longer. It looks better this way, you thought, his curls are more defined. His eyes are darker, was he loosing sleep? He got taller. How is that even possible? This man was already 27 feet tall. His arms are more toned. He’s been working out, maybe. That thought made you chuckle. Spencer working out. He looks good.

Unsure of how to greet him, you begin with "Hey, long time no see."

“Yeah. What are you doing around here? You live all the way across town.”

Being honest, you really weren't sure why you were here. You were hurting too. You missed Spencer. You thought maybe just seeing his apartment, or the area surrounding it would bring you the closure you needed. Maybe show you that you made the right decision.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” Spencer’s eyes were sad.

“I have to, Spence. It’s what's best for me. I need this time for myself”

“Please don’t go. I need you here. I can fix this. Please, just stay.”

“You know I cant do that. I’m tired of hurting Spencer. You’re hurting me. Let me go.”

You hated doing this. You hoped that it would never come to this. You loved Spencer. You probably will forever. But the problem didn't lie in your love, it lied in his. Spencer loved you, that was a fact, but work came first. It always did.

Special dinners, meeting family, double dates, movies and really most of the things you planned were quickly disbanded after the ping of a text-message. You couldn’t take it anymore. You knew that Spencer couldn’t ignore his boss, you knew that. It wasn't fair to ask him to quit his job either, which is why you decided the best thing to do what break up and move on. You cant spend your life waiting for someone who never shows up. You held nothing against Spencer. You understood why he does what he does. That didn't make things any easier, though.

“It’s better this was. Trust me, Spencer. I am so, so sorry. I love you too.”

“Can you kiss me? One last time? That’s all I ask. Please.”

“Spencer, you know I cant-”

“Please.”

You approached him, red eyes and tear stained cheeks, and pulled him into one last kiss. This kiss was different from the ones you regularly shared, however. Spencer put every ounce of passion his body could contain into this kiss. He thought maybe, just maybe, if he kissed you with all he had, you’d realize the mistake you’re making. You knew you were going to miss this. The way your lips moved perfectly. The way your heads fit perfectly into each others. You were going to miss Spencer, but you had to be selfish for once. For your own good.

After what seemed like forever, you separate the tear-filled kiss. You could've swore you heard a small whimper escape Spencer when you broke the kiss.

“I Love you.”

“Goodbye, Spencer.”

“Hello? You okay?”

Your eyes are met with Spencer’s hand as it waves in front of you. You must've zoned out. You felt tears line your eyes, and you remove your fingers from your lips. You didn't even realize they were there.

“Huh- Uh, yeah. Sorry. What?”

“I had asked what you were doing over here.”

“Oh. Um, I’m not sure. I missed it over here. There’s pretty trees here.”

“Theres pretty trees everywhere. We’re in DC.” Spencer looked back, even more sad and still fingering the cool cup. "I wasn't ready to say goodbye. I miss you. I know you miss me too. Why else would you be around here? Give me another chance" he replied.

You looked at each other with torn feelings. Everything he was saying was correct. You did miss Spencer, but being here only reminded you of why you left.

Spencer studied your face, looking for even the slightest micro-expression to confirm his theory. Eventually, you took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," you began in apologetic tones, "But I cant go back to that life Spencer. Never knowing when you'd be home, if you’d be home. I just cant. I hope you can understand that. I know that won't I will love you forever, I just think maybe we were put together on this universe at the wrong time, which is why we have to go our separate ways. you met me at a weird time in my life Spencer Reid. Not a day goes bye where I wish it was different, I promise you that. Please forgive me."

Spencer looked in love, his emotions raw and completely exposed. You could practically hear his heart shatter into a million pieces.

“I do, I understand. Goodbye”

“Goodbye, Spencer.”

And just like that, it was over.

#OOOP SAD SPENCE #sorry I am just in the heartbreak mood #this also probably sucks #so im sorry #but yeah enjoy my babies #fic #Spencer Reid #Spencer x reader #reid fic #reid #spencer reid #Criminal Minds #mathew gray gubler #mgg #gubler

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songficsbyrissi · 5 years ago

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Do You Remember? (part 2)

A/N: Here’s the highly requested part 2 that I’ve taken forever to write and release! Click here for part 1!

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“Is my daddy late again?” Ashanti questioned aloud as she sat at her tiny desk with her eyes still focused on her drawing.

It was half past 3 and school let out at....3. So yes he was late again.

You sighed deeply coming up to her desk and crouching down. “Yes he is. But while we wait for him, We can do something fun.”

The little girl got excited with a wide smile that matched her father’s. “Like what?!”

You tapped your chin in fake, deep thought. “How about weeeee get some homework done?”

Ashanti poured folding her arms. “That’s not fun!”

“That’s because you’re not doing your homework my way!”

“Really? My daddy says his way is fun.”

You raised an eyebrow glancing at her skeptically. “What’s his way?”

She pulled at her homework sheet from her green and purple Princess and the Frog backpack. She gestured towards a problem that was 5-2.

“There are 5 Black Panthers and 2 of them sell out and support the white man. How many Black panthers are left?”

You stared at the 6 year old in astonishment and tried your hardest to hold back a laugh. You should not be surprised but you still are. Erik managed to sneak his pro blackness in a simple math problem.

“Ok let me show you the fun way.” You tried not to laugh as you went back to your desk, grabbing a bag of assorted candy. As you were doing homework with the girl, she kept staring at you between problems. You looked up at her and smiled.

“What is it, Ashanti?”

She got shy, looked down at her paper, and mumbled something.

“Huh?”

“Can you be my mommy?”

That question completely caught you off guard. You were rendered speechless. You’ve been dating Erik for a couple weeks now but you two weren’t official yet. Even though you told Ashanti you were just friends, she loved you and had high hopes for the future. This was moving too fast.

“You want me to be your mommy?”

“Yes. I don’t have a mommy and I really want one. So can you be my mommy?”

Before you could respond, Erik burst through the door with a big ass grin and one hand behind his back. The hand that was visible was a small jaguar stuffed animal and you saw Ashanti’s eyes grew in happiness as she ran out of her seat to hug Erik.

“Daddy, you got it!” She took the stuffed animal and hugged it tight.

“I had to. For my Princess.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Daddy’s sorry he was late again, baby. Hopefully this makes it up for it.”

You were so focused on the adorably scene in front of you and Ashanti’s question floating in your head that you didn’t even notice Erik coming up to you with a smirk on his face.

“Now for you, I’m sorry I’m late again but I got something to ask you.” He brought his other arm into view revealing a beautiful bouquet of orchids. You instantly smiled at the display.

“I felt like roses are overrated but here’s some pretty flowers for a pretty lady.”

“Thank you, Erik.” You went in to kiss him but remembered Ashanti was right there, watching with hopeful eyes. You pulled him for a hug instead and he whispered in your ear:

“You owe me that kiss.”

You couldn’t help the giggle you released at his words and pulled away. Erik grabbed Ashanti and they said their goodbyes. Your smile dropped once they left. You were conflicted and you needed someone to talk to about it.

“You finally get rid of all your brats?” Your good friend Evan popped inside your classroom. “You’ve always been the last teacher to leave.”

Evan has been your good friend through college that you met in one of your major classes. After graduation, you two were hired at the same elementary school which was great for you because the rest of the teachers were other races. You two were the only the black teachers in the school.

“Awww shit something’s bugging you. Talk to me.” He took a seat in the chair in front of your desk and you sighed deeply.

“So I’m dating someone-“

His thick dark eyebrows rose to his hairline. “What? Wow I’m shocked but I’m happy for you. It was about time you started dating after.......”

You shook your head. “Yeah. I don’t wanna talk about that. Anyways, he’s actually a guy from high school that I reconnected with and he’s so amazing. He’s cute, funny, sweet. I just really really like him.”

Evan furrowed his eyebrows and waved his hand as if he was saying to go on. “He has a daughter. A young daughter. 6 years old.”

Evan’s mouth forced an O in understanding. Due to Evan knowing your past, he understood why this was a deeper issue than it would seem to the average woman.

“And I love his daughter and she loves me! And she asked me to be her mommy.”

“Where’s her mom?”

You waved him off. “It’s a long story. All you need to know is that her mom left her before she could even hold her head up.”

Evan let out a low whistle shaking his head. “That’s tough. Wait, are you even his girlfriend? And his daughter knows about you?”

You had to leave out the fact the daughter in question was one of your students. The last thing you needed was to be judged and/or have that exposed. Not that you didn’t trust Evan, but you weren’t going to take any chances.

“We’re not official but I think he’s going to ask me and this is hard because I really like him, Evan! I like him a lot! I like his daughter! I just never seen myself as a stepmother and I know I was ready to date again but I’m not ready for-“

Evan grabbed your hands to stop you from rambling more. “Re-lax. I can see you really like him and don’t want to lose him but this is a lot for you to sign up for. Just give yourself some time to reflect on it and figure out if the kid is a dealbreaker or not. Once you took enough time, let him know what’s up. Just be honest. Niggas love honesty.” He sat up straight, leaning in. “He is a nigga, right?”

You laughed. “Yes he is.”

Your friend sat back in the chair. “Oh ok. Yeah like I said, don’t stress yourself about it. Keep in mind though that when a nigga has a kid, you’re always going to come in second. She’s his priority and not you. He’ll pick her over you all the time.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Thanks Evan. I had no idea.” You replied sarcastically as he stood out of the chair and grinned at you.

“It’s only because I love you.”

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Erik was staring at his phone losing his mind. He didn’t know if he should text you first or wait for you to text. This shit was annoying. You technically wasn’t his girlfriend so he couldn’t even get mad at you for texting him back. Damn, he should’ve asked you to be his girlfriend already but he was too fucking scared!

Honestly, you were the furthest he got with a woman since being with Ashanti’s surrogate. Every time he tried to date, the women couldn’t handle the fact that he was a single father doing it all by himself. They couldn’t handle the fact that his daughter came first, no matter what. He warned each of them of this. They acted like they could handle it until he would cancel dates because Ashanti was sick or he didn’t have a sitter. He didn’t feel like he had to warn you. Just had a strong feeling you knew and understood.

What if he’s wrong?

Those women didn’t want a man with a kid and Erik didn’t blame them for that. Shit, before Ashanti was conceived, he wanted nothing to do with single moms. He just wished they didn’t act like they were ok with it and end up wasting his time.

He groaned grabbing his phone and dialing a number feeling his heart racing as he waited impatiently.

“Hi Erik.” A female voice greeted him.

“Nakia, put T on the phone. It’s important.”

“Oh yeah I’m doing fine. Thanks for asking.” His cousin’s fiancée replied sarcastically.

Erik winced and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sorry Nakia.”

She began to giggle on the other line. “That new girl has you on edge, I see. T’Challa!”

There was some silence on the other end until Erik heard the familiar male voice pick up.

“T, man, I don’t know what to do. I haven’t heard from this girl since Friday. Nigga it’s Sunday! Last time I saw her, I gave her flowers and we seemed good but now she just ghosted me and now a nigga is feeling like she can’t handle me having a kid or something. Nigga, I don’t know.”

When Erik finished this rant, all he heard was his cousin laughing on the other end. He furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. He let him go but if he kept going, he was gonna have to cuss him out.

“Wow Erik. You really like this girl.” T’Challa observed with some humor in his voice. “The past girls, you would just pay them no mind but this one....this one is different. A good different.”

Erik exhaled deeply taking a seat at his kitchen table. “Yeah man. She’s different from the rest. I have a feeling that if I lose her....that shit is gonna really hurt.” “Well it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” There was a blanket of silence after T’Challa said that and left Erik thinking. He thought and thought until he came up with the right words to say what he was feeling.

“Shut your bitch ass up.”

On Monday, Erik was on time to pick his daughter up this time. You were hoping he would be late so you could delay seeing him but of course, shit didn’t work out in your favor. However, it did because you saw him but he didn’t see you. You were grateful for that because you wanted to see him but weren’t sure if you were ready to talk to him.

You stayed in your classroom packing up your things when Erik walked into the room. You looked up at him, taking a deep breath.

“Did I do something? You’ve been ducking and dodging me this whole weekend. If I did something wrong, you know you can tell me. I-“

You cut him off before he could go any further. “It’s not you, Erik. It’s really not. You’re an amazing guy and I really like you. I just got nervous.”

Erik was perplexed. “Nervous for what?”

You sighed shaking your head. “It’s just that day you picked Ashanti up, she asked me to be her mommy and I-“

Erik held his hand up cutting you off this time. “I get it. It’s a lot. I’m asking you to accept a lot here and Ashanti not having a mother makes it even harder. I’m sorry.”

You took his hands. “No, Erik! I love her. I see all my students like my own children, especially Ashanti. I adore her. It’s just that...” you sighed deeply not sure if you should even tell him this but you didn’t wanna lose him.

“Kids just never seemed like a possibility for me and when I finally accepted it, it’s kinda happening, it’s a bit overwhelming but I want to be with you and Ashanti. Even though it’s a lot.”

Erik breathed a sigh of relief, touching your cheek. “You could’ve just told me that and I would’ve understood, baby girl. You had me worried.”

You laughed tiredly. “I’m sorry. I’m just really bad with words and I just wanted to make sure I got it out right.”

“Yeah I remember that. Back in Physics, when Mr. Borden asked you the answer to the problem gestured towards that big ass zero on the board and you said “uhh bagel?”

You began to snicker as you covered your face with your hands. “I skipped breakfast that morning! I was hungry.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Erik kept chuckling and calmed down, getting serious again. “I’m guessing I don’t gotta ask you my question because I think I got my answer.” He got up from his seat to leave and you stopped him.

“Wait a minute. You didn’t even ask me. That’s not fair.”

This was the first time, in your time of knowing him, that you’ve seen Erik getting shy and nervous. He was stealing your thing. It was cute on him so you’ll let it slide.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend? We don’t gotta rush anything. We can still take things slow if that’s what you want. I just....want to be able to call you mine now.” You could feel the tingling in your cheeks as you went around your desk to pull him into an embrace and pecked his lips, smiling.

“Yes. I will be your girlfriend.”

You heard him chuckle. “I probably should’ve said princess.”

You pulled away, raising an eyebrow. “Princess?”

He began to chuckle even more. “Yeah. Ashanti called you a princess and said I gotta kiss the princess. She watches too much Disney. That’s my fault though. Should’ve made her little ass watch a Malcolm X documentary or some shit.”

You started laughing with him, touched that the sweet little girl viewed you as a princess. “I’ll take princess too”

Erik grinned and bit his bottom lip. “So can I take my princess out to dinner?”

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notebooks-and-tea · 4 years ago

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Parse & Folklore: A Ted Talk

Alright everyone, settle down and come have emotions with me about how many of the lyrics from Folklore could apply to Parse. This is a long one so buckle in kiddos. I’m not usually a omgcp blog and I haven’t actually used tumblr in ages but I needed to share my emotions. Someone please yell at me if they have any more thoughts - I’m always here for Parse &/ Taylor rants!

1. The 1 - let’s be real you could read the entirety of this song as Kent, hopefully having now finally managed to move on from Jack, wistfully thinking back on how nice it would’ve have been if he had indeed been ‘the one’.

Lyrics that kind of hurt:

We were something, don’t you think so? And if my wishes came true It would've been you In my defense, I have none For never leaving well enough alone Rosé flowing with your chosen family And it would've been sweet If it could've been me In my defense, I have none For digging up the grave another time 2. Cardigan - So the concept of this song doesn’t directly relate to Kent but a few of the lines stick out to me a lot and I guess just generally this idea of ‘when you are young they assume you know nothing’ in the context of what Jack and Kent would have been going through when they were in Juniors.

Lyrics that stand out to my angsty heart:

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs The smell of smoke would hang around this long 'Cause I knew everything when I was young I knew I'd curse you for the longest time <--literally just Kent not being able to let go of Jack despite how long it’s been since the draft

3. My Tears Ricochet - Definitely don’t think about the idea of Kent loving Jack and being cut out and ignored following his overdose while listening to this song. ‘I didn’t have it in myself to go with grace’ when thinking about Kent visiting Jack at Samwell and being rejected, then lashing out is particularly painful okay. You could totally interpret a lot of this song as Kent lashing out at Jack and reminding him that he can cut him out and claim he’s moved on but he’ll always be a part of him and it just makes me sad to think about how that might not actually be true...

Lyrics that make me sad:

Even on my worst day Did I deserve, babe All the hell you gave me? 'Cause I loved you I swear I loved you Till my dying day I didn't have it in myself to go with grace And you're the hero flying around saving face <--Jack getting to look like Kent attacked him for no reason as if he doesn’t also owe apologies 'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave And you can aim for my heart, go for blood But you would still miss me in your bones <-- also kind of reminds me of Kent, in his anger when he turns up at Samwell, lashing out and saying that it’s people like him who still care about Jack no matter what

4. Mirrorball - okay literally just one line really sticks out to me and makes me sad so definitely don’t think about Kent having to hide who he is around the Aces, especially when Jack and Bitty kiss on the ice and he’s in the bar and someone whose name I’ve forgotten is being a homophobic dick, while Taylor sings “I'm a mirrorball I can change everything about me to fit in”

5. AUGUST - like the entire song basically? But like specifically these two boys have a month in the summer between winning the memorial cup and the draft and maybe Kent thinks it’s perfect and he’s so hopeful and he knows it has to end because they’re going to be on separate teams but maybe for him, just wanting them to be together is enough, at least for now. But everything goes wrong and Jack slips away and then they lose contact because Jack cuts him out and all Kent knows is that he should have known because he was never really his no matter how much he hoped that would be true. So now he just has those memories of the two of them together that one summer and maybe that kind of makes me want to cry?

Lyrics and sadnessss:

I never needed anything more Whispers Of "Are you sure?" "Never have I ever before" <-- just really hammering in that reminder that they were just kids before the draft But I can see us Lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away Like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mine Will you call when you're back at school? I remember thinking I had you Wanting was enough For me, it was enough To live for the hope of it all Cancel plans just in case you'd call So much for summer love, and saying "Us" 'Cause you weren't mine to lose 6. This is Me Trying - Yikes, isn’t the title just a hypothetical Parse anthem though? Once again, not really exactly in the spirit of the actual song but I feel like so many of the lyrics apply? I mean, Kent turning up at Samwell vibes and once again he lashes out because he feels hurt but he’s trying. He doesn’t even know if Jack wants to see him but he’s hopeful so he turns up and he’s trying to be helpful and to reconnect but he’s still hurting even if Jack doesn’t seem to care? Also definitely don’t think about Kent in his first year in the NHL when he’s supposed to be living his dream and enjoying life, celebrating victories with his new team but all he can think about is Jack and how he may have hurt him and that he’s living the life he’s missing out on.

Lyrics I have emotions about:

I didn't know if you'd care if I came back I have a lot of regrets about that Pulled the car off the road to the lookout Could've followed my fears all the way down And maybe I don't quite know what to say But I'm here in your doorway <-- Kent turning up at Samwell not really knowing if Jack would want to see him but being so hopeful that he would just hurtssss I just wanted you to know That this is me trying And at least I’m trying

And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad I have a lot of regrets about that

And it's hard to be at a party When I feel like an open wound It's hard to be anywhere these days When all I want is you

7. Illicit Affairs - Ooooh boy, we’re back to entire songs that remind me of Kent and Jack and pre-draft sadness. So cannon Jack might claim that they never really dated and doesn’t that hurt even more if you consider Kent thinking they’re basically dating in secret only for Jack to overdose, then cut him off completely and deny that what they had ever involved any real emotions on his part? So here’s where illicit affairs makes me want to sob. Definitely don’t think about them having a secret ‘relationship’ that starts off because they’re just such close friends, the best friend either one of them has ever had, but they’re also both closeted professional hockey players and horny teenagers let’s be honest, and what starts off as raw moments of honesty and closeness between them get’s slowly corrupted because they have to hide it all, and they have the draft to think about, and Jack has his anxiety etc. And maybe Jack doesn’t call him kid or baby but he does call him Kenny like nobody else does and Kent would ruin himself if it meant he could have Jack back, would give him anything, would get him a spot on the Aces so they can finally play together like they were supposed to...This song makes me sad.

Lyrics that hurt especially (might as well post the entire song here tbh):

And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings And longing stares It's born from just one single glance But it dies and it dies and it dies ...a million little times / They show their truth one single time But they lie and they lie and they lie ...a million little times

So you leave no trace behind Like you don't even exist Take the words for what they are A dwindling, mercurial high A drug that only worked The first few hundred times

And you wanna scream Don't call me kid Don't call me baby Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else Don't call me kid Don't call me baby Look at this idiotic fool that you made me You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else And you know damn well For you I would ruin myself ...a million little times

8. Invisible Strings - Is this song too happy for my feelings about Kent most of the time? Probably, but basically any ship that ends in Kent/Happiness could apply to this song and that’s the reason it stays on this list. So basically think about Kent being happy and moving on with someone who’s so so good for him and helps him heal and then reconsider this song with that in mine.

Lyrics to think about:

Time, Mystical time Cutting me open, then healing me fine

A string that pulled me Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire Chains around my demons Wool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold tied me to you Cold was the steel of my axe to grind for the boys who broke my heart Now I send their babies presents <- the idea of Kent moving on and no longer having confrontations with Jack whenever they meet but instead being happy for him too makes me so happy

9. Betty - Okay once again the actual idea of this song, definitely doesn’t directly apply but hear me out. Kent turning up at Samwell wanting to be heard out by Jack. Maybe it doesn’t happen directly after the event so he’s not ‘only 17′ but he effectively is and he doesn’t know anything really. He didn’t at the time the overdose happened and he never got the chance to deal with it properly because Jack cut him out so he still doesn’t really know anything. All he knows is that he misses Jack and he wants to play with him again and wants them to get back to where they used to be, to where they’re suppose to be. And if he insulting Jack’s team isn’t James (Taylor’s POV) singing about Betty’s ‘stupid friends’ then idk what else to say. Why does this song scream Kent so much to me despite being about a random 17 year old boy who cheated on his girlfriend?

Lyrics I want to scream about:

Betty, I won't make assumptions about why you switched your homeroom But I think it's 'cause of me <--so obvs not homeroom but please don’t think about Kent thinking that Jack overdosed and decided not to go to the NHL after her recovered because of him

But if I just showed up at your party Would you have me? Would you want me? Would you tell me to go fuck myself Or lead me to the garden? I'm only seventeen I don't know anything but I know I miss you <--maybe he’s not 17 but he’s basically still just a kid whenever Jack’s involved

Betty, I'm here on your doorstep And I planned it out for weeks now but, it's finally sinking in Betty, right now is the last time I can dream about what happens when you see my face again The only thing I wanna do Is make it up to you So, I showed up at your party Will you have me? Will you love me? Will you kiss me on the porch in front of all your stupid friends? If you kiss me Will it be just like I dreamed it? Will it patch your broken wings?

I definitely have more to say on this but this is already so long so that’s it for now, might continue on some other time?

#kent parson #omgcheckplease #parsepositive #angst #taylor swift #folklore #jack zimmermann #I have too many emotions about fictional characters #literally just thinking about August and Illicit Affairs in relation to Kent makes me want to cry

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mcwriting · 4 years ago

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starstruck (8)

Hellooooo... sorry I didn’t post this on Friday, I was super busy all day/night finishing up my summer college course + other stuff. I haven’t finished 9 yet so it should go up next week :)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Fandom: Tom Holland

Ship: Tom x reader

Setting: LA, Seoul

Word Count: 1964

Warnings: maybe some mild language idk

Rating: K+

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Tom burst through the door of the hotel room being used as a lounge for his and his castmates’ teams while they did press.

He was late, and his management stood up as soon as they noticed him.

“Thomas! Where have you been? We’ve been calling all morning! This isn’t a good look,” his publicist started.

“Yeah we’ve been having to make excuses for over a half hour for you. Everyone else started interviews ten minutes ago. Let’s get you in there,” the manager continued.

“No,” Tom replied blankly.

“What?” they asked at the same time.

“I said no. I’m not doing things on your volition anymore. I’m tired of disappointing people and living a fake life just because you two have decided against the things I want to do. I’m sorry to do this right now, but you’re both fired.”

“You can’t be serious Tom. You know me! I’ve been with you for years!” his now ex-manager said.

“Yeah, come on. Who’s going to keep you relevant without me?” the former publicist asked.

“I think I’ll be able to manage just fine by myself, and if I want new help I’ll find someone better than both of you. You two have been jeopardizing my personal life for far too long in the name of fame and I can’t stand for it any longer. Harry will arrange for you two to get to your homes. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go do my job.”

With that, Tom walked across the hall into the interview room, where he was met with a few cheers and the smiling faces of his costars.

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“How are we gonna get her back to you?” Harrison asked late that night as everyone huddled around a table eating snacks. “I mean, I don’t think she’s going to come running back into your arms any time soon.”

The boys munched on chips and swigged Korean beer as they contemplated. Tom felt like a weight was off his shoulders now that he was free from his management.

“Doesn’t she have that friend? Maybe she could help us out.” Sam suggested.

“I don’t know, man. Y/n said she’s a huge fan. But they’re also best friends. Would she even be willing to let me near y/n? And if so, do you think she’d keep a secret that big?” Tom replied.

“It’s worth a shot, innit? Maybe she’d understand?” Harry thought aloud.

After some deliberation, the boys settled on sending b/f/n a dm through Harrison’s instagram to seem slightly less conspicuous in case you happened to notice her dms.

They didn’t expect an immediate reply. Midnight in Seoul was 8 am in LA, but luckily b/f/n had woken up early to work out since you were going to her house later that day.

The message asked her to help you and Tom reconnect and hopefully reconcile in person, and asked her to keep it a secret.

She was shocked to say the least, and unsure of whether to trust them after the hurt you’d experienced, but finally answered back after a few minutes.

Okay. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I know I can get her to this formal next Friday night if you can make it.

She sent a link to the page for the upcoming event. It was a fundraiser gala for people of all ages. The site said it was sold out, but Tom knew he could probably find a way in.

That’s perfect. All you need to do is get her there. And you absolutely cannot tell her any of this or the whole thing might be ruined

Oh believe me, I won’t. I honestly want this as much as you guys, she’s been super bummed still and I just want to see her happy again. I’ll try to get back to you with her dress color and stuff if you want to coordinate.

Perfect. We’ll be in touch.

The boys fistpumped and high fived as they planned out flights and scheduling and finding a way to get those tickets. Eventually, they retired to their respective hotel rooms, since Tom would have one last day of press before heading home.

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Back in LA, b/f/n was now standing with you in her kitchen, watching you mix up some sauce for mac and cheese.

She leaned back against the counter as you stirred and added ingredients.

“Hey are you still going to the formal next Friday?” b/f/n asked.

“The what?” You didn’t look up.

“Remember? The big formal next week? All our friends are gonna be there.”

You thought about it for a second and then looked over at her as you turned off the stove burner.

“Oh my God. I totally forgot about that. I guess not since, 1: it’s probably sold out, and 2: I don’t have anything to wear.”

B/f/n smirked, turning to pick something up from behind her while you poured the sauce and pasta into a baking dish, topping it with breadcrumbs.

“Well I think I have the first thing covered…” she trailed, holding up two tickets.

“You didn’t,” you smiled, stepping away from the dish. “No way.”

“Yes, way. I figured you’d forgotten with everything going on and snagged one up, even though I was mad at you. Who else would I take as my date? It’s not like I have a boyfriend.”

You went up and hugged her.

“You are literally the best friend ever.”

“Yeah, I know,” she replied proudly.

“But I still don’t have a dress. I don’t even know where to start,” you worried aloud as you put the pasta in the oven.

“Well… I kind of maybe looked up places at the mall that have dresses I know you’d like.”

“Oh my gosh. Is that why you want to go to the mall so bad? I can’t tell if I love or hate you for that.”

“You know you love me. Now how long is that mac and cheese gonna be? My stomach is growling.”

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After your pasta lunch, b/f/n and you drove to the mall, where she took you to 3 different dress shops. You were relieved to find that no one had followed you, as it seemed interest in you had diminished after everything you’d said.

“I’m getting the feeling I’m not gonna find anything I like. Maybe we should just give up,” you suggested after almost two hours of trying things on.

“Come on. There’s one more place at this mall and I saved it for last because there’s a dress I think you’ll really like.”

She drug you through the building and up an escalator until you finally came upon the shop. There were some really pretty dresses in the window display, so you felt a little bit less nervous when you walked in.

An employee asked if you needed help upon entering. B/f/n showed her a screenshot on her phone, and the lady immediately led you towards the back of the store. She pulled a black bag from the rack and hung it on another one near the dressing rooms.

“I think this is the one you’re looking for. Let me know if you need anything else,” she said, walking off.

“Okay, y/n. Close your eyes so I can unzip the bag. I want to surprise you.”

You did as told, putting a hand over your face for good measure. You heard the zipper and some rustling before b/f/n told you to look.

You opened your eyes to find a long, navy, satin dress staring right back at you.

“Whoa,” you whispered, going up to inspect it closely.

It was beautiful. It had a classic ball gown shape with a slit up the thigh and a beaded lace bodice. The neckline was in a deep V and the straps came up and over your shoulders. The back was low cut and a thin strip of silver beads circumvented the waistline.

“Sooo… what do you think?” b/f/n questioned.

“I- b/f/n. This is incredible.”

“Wanna try it on?”

You nodded enthusiastically and stepped into a dressing room with it. After a good minute of struggling through the inner tulle layers, you finally got it secure and was able to zip it yourself.

When you stepped out of the room and saw yourself in the mirror, you gasped.

“Y/n. You look amazing. What do you think?”

You didn’t answer her because you were too focused on how you looked to even process what she said.

“How are you ladies do- wow. That’s a gorgeous look on you,” the lady from before said as she came around the corner.

She helped adjust it a little, seeing whether it needed alterations or not.

“You’re in luck. This fits you like a glove. It does seem a bit long, but I’m assuming you’ll wear heels?”

You nodded, still speechless.

“So? This the one?” b/f/n asked.

“Yes. Absolutely yes,” you returned, beaming.

“I’ll go ring you up, then,” the employee said, leaving you to take off the dress and put your normal, boring clothes back on. You’d initially been saving up to buy a dress, and still had the funds since forgetting about it.

You and b/f/n hauled the dress bag around like your lives depended on it as you went on a search for matching shoes.

It took another half hour or so of walking around stores and trying on heels before you found a pair.

They were strappy and silver and the perfect height for your dress length. You couldn’t believe your luck.

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Now that you’d finally gotten everything, you and b/f/n headed to your house so you could show your parents, who were by then off work.

Your dad was fixing himself a snack when you both came in the door, you wrangling the dress over your head and her carrying the shoe box.

“Woah, girls. Whatcha got there?” he asked.

“Just my dress for the fundraiser formal next Friday…”

“Oh yeah I forgot about that. I think your mom and I will be skipping out this year but I’m glad you’re getting to go.”

“I forgot too until b/f/n reminded me. I’ll go put it on here in a minute. Where’s mom?”

“She’s in the office. Why don’t you surprise her?” he suggested, so you did exactly that.

You quickly got the dress and shoes on (with b/f/n’s help) and tried to quietly come down the hall. It was difficult since your heels clacked, your dress swished, and you and b/f/n tried not to let out cackles.

You popped just your head in the office doorway.

“Hey mom. What are you up to?”

“Oh hey honey. I’m just filing some charts. I’m almost done. Why?” she replied, only looking up from the computer to initially address you.

“Well I just wanted you to see something. And by something, I mean this.”

You slid into full view, and your mother’s jaw dropped. B/f/n appeared in the doorway behind you.

“Sweetie, you look beautiful! Did you just get this today?” you nodded as she got up to look at the dress closer. “Is this for next week?”

“Yeah. B/f/n bought me tickets and then took me out to look at dresses today,” you slung an arm around her shoulder. “I basically have the best friend in the world.”

“Well I love it and I’m so excited to see you both dressed up together next week. I think this is the perfect symbol for new beginnings!”

With that you gave a “hear, hear!” in agreement.

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sueboohscorner · 4 years ago

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#Bull - Season 5 Episode 7 "The Head of The Goat" - Review and Breakdown

The Review of Bull Season 5 Episode 7 - The Head of The Goat

Hello and Welcome Back, Bull Fans and Long-time viewers of my content; I hope you are well and healthy this week. As I have re-watched the latest episode that I base this review upon. I wanted to come into my review and write my thoughts on the episode and create a discussion about the show’s seventh installment at large. This review is going to cover Episode 7 of Season 5 of Bull. Season 5 Episode 7 of Bull gave more development in Benny, Bull, and Izzy's character arc. And we finally get some more information about Issy and what she has been doing in the past since we have met her again in Season 4.

In this review, I will be tackling the character and relationship development that is happening in this episode. Towards the end of the review, I will give my final thoughts of the episode, and I think it could happen in the next couple of Bull episodes. As always, let me know in the comment section below. Or on Social Media @tvfanaticau (#ad) of all platforms. Hey Bull writers, can we have more scenes of Bull and Issy not in bed together? Because I feel like I have to start a drinking game and take a shot of when they are in bed together. (P.S. I don’t condone binge drinking alcohol just wanted to make this point.)

But anyway, enough about my drinking game for Bull and Issy, let’s dive into the seventh’s installment of Season 5 of Bull. “The Head of The Goat.”

Episode 7 - Plot Overview

"Bull and Benny mount a difficult federal trial defense for a young mother accused of aiding and abetting her extremist husband in an act of domestic terrorism. When the controversial case makes news, Benny’s commitment to TAC complicates his burgeoning political career." -- Show Junkies. 2021

Character Development of Episode 7 - “The Head of The Goat”

This week was a chance for the Bull writers to give meaning and context to the Benny running for the DA’s office and the relationship between Bull and Issy. And the relationship between Benny and Bull.

In the first two sections of my review, we will be looking at the character + the relationship development for this episode. What I think can happen in the next couple of episodes for Bull and The TAC Team in the future.

1. Benny

As we move closer to Benny running for DA’s office, we can see that Benny is becoming more confident in his approach. In the courtroom. And for what he believes, everyone shows get a day in court. And so when his friend and his sister come to see him in his office. We get to see that confidence that we know and love from Benny. And with that ending scene for the episode, we get to see that all of Benny’s hard work has paid off. So I hope that in the next couple of Bull episodes, we get to see more of this storyline for the character arc as I am really enjoying this arc for Benny.

2. Issy

As YM was brought on as a series regular for the show, I wondered what the Bull writers were going to be doing with this arc for Issy as we have to see her go through several things over the past with Bull and Her Brother. As so, I like this more relaxed version of Issy.

With Baby Bull's addition to the mix, I think that there is has been a chance to reconnect with her family. Because in the earlier seasons of the show, we see Issy is distant from her Brother and maybe other family members. Due to the trauma of her divorce and the miscarriage that she suffered.

But I hope we get to see more of the current version of Issy and that we have to see her becoming her own person again after having baby bull.

3. Bull

As we have discussed, we have seen some reconnection as a family for the Bull and Colon Family. In Issy’s section. But I want to talk about how Bull feels about the changes in his company, what the writers and MW will achieve on the show.

Now I believe Bull is still was reluctant for Benny to take the job in the beginning. I think by the end of this week’s episode, we can see that Bull has seen that Benny is ready to take the next step forward in his career. Bull needs to step back and let Benny complete the task at the head. I hope for Bull in the next couple of episodes, and we get to see that change for Bull and Benny.

The Relationship Development of Episode 7 - “The Head of The Goat “

As I have discussed the key character development in Season 5, Episode 7, let’s dive into more of the other side of the show, the relationships in Bull.

1. Bull and Issy

Season 5 for Bull and Issy has been a relaxed ride for this relationship in terms of the reconnecting and the communication they have. But we have not seen some of that witty banter that I know them for on the show. And in this episode, we get to see that again as we move through the show's season. I hope that the Bull writers will give the audience or fans of these relationships some more scenes outside of the bedroom. But I love this couple together, so I will take what scenes that they have together gladly.

2. Bull and Benny

I know some people are in Benny's camp leaving the show; that is not the case at the moment. These two are, I think are on the same path for the promotion that Benny so deserves. But I still think that Bull will be more reserved still as if he is about to lose his friend to an important job. Again, I hope writers will pull it off as I have been liking the storyline surrounding Benny and Bull and the TAC Team.

3. Benny and Issy

From Season 1, Episode 1 of the show, we have known that Benny’s sister married his best friend in Bull, and I think they were on the outs with each other as brother and sister, now fast forward a couple of seasons and a niece to the picture. I think that they have become more of a brother and sister again. When this episode came out, I loved the development of the relationship that they are going to work together to help Benny’s campaign. I love that relationship and interactions, so I hope that Bull writers and showrunners give us more future episodes.

4. Bull and The Tac Team

During My Review last week, I look at the Bull and The TAC Team’s relationship, and from what I can gather that from this week’s episode, we got little to no development on the team; for instance, it was more focused on Benny, Bull, and Issy. But I expect that in the next couple of the coming episodes, I think we are going to explore this side of the relationship that Bull has with his employees.

The Defense Strategy of Episode 7, “The Head of The Goat”

As we have a look at the relationships explored in this episode. I think we will see more in the future with some other established relationships on the show soon. I would look at the defense strategy used to move the case forward and get the trial's intended outcome.

Defense Strategy.

This week’s defense strategy was not as laid out for the audience as normal, or I could not find it in my rewatching on the show’s episode. I think it’s an innocent to prove guilty strategy. Please let me know in the comment section below or on Social Media that I may have got it wrong and let me know the actual strategy.

The Moments of The Head of The Goat

The Best Moments of The Episode.

The finest moment is shouting out to the pre and post-production team to produce the program to the crowd every moment it is on the broadcast. Freddy was the standout actor on the show’s seventh installment of the fifth season. In specific, the Benny that we know and love goes to town on a witness in question. Some of the minor moments that Bull and Issy shared through the episode, including the bedroom scene. A moment, Chuck being on the side in the courtroom and going to town on the witness. Also, I would like to mention that the new actor who played the wife stood her ground in the episode overall.

Emotional Moments

I like to add the section in my reviews and show those tear-jerker moments on the show's sentimental side. During this week’s episode for me, anyhow, there were no emotional moments to talk about. Hopefully, we will get to see those moments in the coming episodes.

The Cringe moments

As the title suggests, there were moments on the show’s installment this week. Are the following, the awkward scene between Benny and his friend at the DA’s office. A cringe moment is the bedroom scene with Bull & Issy. I am seriously thinking of a drinking game for every time an identical scene comes on.

As we leave those moments in the episode, lets' get into my final thoughts on the episode. I think to happen in the next couple of episodes concerning character & relationship arcs that have been established.

Overall Thoughts and Opinions on The Episode

Bull Season 5 Episode 7 was a perfect addition to the story canon of the show. For myself, it was one of the strongest episodes so far of the season. It provided an understanding of how some storylines are going to happen going forward in season 5.

In the next couple of episodes, we are to see further of these storylines shine through. I hope to see the development that they promised us in press interviews for season 5. Moving forward, I think we will see this story come to be a large one for Benny and Bull and Issy.

So going forward, I hope that the bull writers are going to give Danny a storyline that is true of her character. Has she been the one character that I have been waiting for that development since season 2 of the show? They have not developed the press release for Episode 8 of Season 5. We are to see things may wait on or taken by surprise.

I want to make a note to my viewers and The Bull production team that I have been enjoying this season more than previous seasons, as I feel like the show has returned to its roots in Season 1, that we have become to know and love about the show. And I believe that Season 5 of Bull has had more major character & relationship development so far.

Overall Rating of the Episode: 7.5/10

Until Next Time, I will See you Later.

The Woman Who Writes TV Reviews.

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hank-mcdankblade · 4 years ago

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I Know A Bottom When I See One Princess (Part 4)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary

Chapter 1: You and Dean have been pals for as long as you can remember, practically raised together. Are things still the same as you remembered when you reconnect with him after a couple years apart? Well there is one thing you see differently and you’re about to call him out on it.

Chapter 2: After you flirt back with Dean you start to rethink all of your life choices. Why did you flirt back instead of making fun of him? God it would be so much easier if you were just a genderless blob. Hopefully the new supernatural case a friend of your mom’s gives you will distract you from all this romance mumbo jumbo.

Chapter 3: You and Dean both start to realize your feelings are not what you both originally anticipated them to be. If only you two could actually talk like adults instead of bantering like childish 8 year olds. The case picks up when you see a certain someone’s name over every case, a certain boomer’s name.

Chapter 4: You and Dean do some sleuthing into Chrissy’s apparent death. After learning the truth your trip to Wendy’s/Jack in the Box gets interrupted by Chief douchebag. Rick takes the three of you on a nice drive to the mountains to introduce you to his daughter.

Word Count: 11,629 (R.I.P. my dudes)

Warnings: Swearing, Gore, Violence, Angst.

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The sun rose softly with hues of orange gracing the sky. No one should be up this early, early enough for the Matrix to glitch out where a road should’ve been. Ok it was like 9am and you both were being grumby children. Regardless, both you and Dean were suited up for the job today as fake reporters to go talk to that Chrissy girl. With your expert sleuthing, or rather just looking through the phone book, you found her address quite easily. Dean always wore his tried and true black suit. Other than his car, it was the only thing he actually invested money in. Meanwhile you tried something different today with a dark burgundy one. The last time you two had down time you made a trip to a fancy mall and got it. Dean was very close to convincing you to buying a gamecube, it was either the gamecube or the suit. One of you wasn’t very happy with the outcome of that shopping day, so he pouted for the entirety of the trip dreaming of playing Super Monkey Ball 2. But according to Dean you looked like Lois Lane in that suit so it all works out.

Despite the grisly murders that happened here, the town had a nice spot. The temperature was warm but chill enough for a breeze, with snow capped mountains hanging in the background creating the perfect picturesque scene for a post card. The air was fresh and crisp and pinched your cheeks awake. After around fifteen minutes of driving, you pulled up onto a hectic scene. Some curious neighbors waited by their windows to catch a glimpse of the chaos.

“What the hell?” You muttered as you twisted yourself in your seat to get a better look. There were three cop cars, an ambulance, and a team of forensics surrounding Chrissy Hamilton’s house. The lawn was practically ruined with how many people had stomped all over it. Some employees were walking in and out of the house while others stayed still in one spot. Two beat cops were standing near their car talking amongst themselves. Dean parked the car and the two of you started towards Chrissy’s house. The chatter grew louder with each step.

“Hey what happened here?” Dean nodded towards the door, quickly flashing his identification along with you to the authorities. The two beat cops standing in front of the driver’s side of the cop car turned to look at you both. They stared intensely at your identification before answering. It was above their pay grade to care about the hierarchy of information in the police department to question if you two were real.

“There was an accident here, Ms. Hamilton fell down her stairs and seemed to have broken her neck from impact.” The taller one explained. He looked like he was fresh out of the academy, hands situated onto his belt. More employees were running around the scene when in the background a familiar face caught your attention. Walking out of Chrissy’s house was none other than Rick Sullivan, Chief of Douchebags. His eyes darted everywhere and sweat poured out of his forehead like a really gross faucet. There would be no saving of his uniform in the washer, with how much sweat he produced he’d need to have it dry cleaned….You nudged Dean with your elbow, but his attention to the beat cops wouldn’t let up. As Rick Sullivan started walking towards his car you fit yourself in front of the two cops using them as shade. You subtly pulled Dean with you, leaning against the cool metal of the car door. You tried your best to look casual as your cover was being threatened.

“So it was an accident?” Dean asked. The two beat cops nodded.

“She could have tripped on something most likely, but the coroner will have an autopsy for us by the end of the day.” A click of a door sounded and Chief Sullivan was in his car. The pavement crunched under his tires as he backed out. Your eyes flitted to his position and yours, if he drove down in this direction he would see both your faces clear as day.

Clearing your throat as a transition, you clicked your heels against the road and walked around pretending to look at the house before tugging on Dean’s sleeve to follow you. “So did she live with family or alone?” Dean could tell you were antsy about something but couldn’t tell what it was. He followed your movements and turned his back to the house and faced the two cops again.

“She lived alone, has for years so it’s no wonder the accident happened.” The shorter one chimed in. He spoke of her as if the town knew who she was, like a stray cat.

“Who discovered the body if she lived alone?” Dean scribbled down all the info into a little notebook he bought for the investigation. He would never admit it, but he thoroughly enjoyed getting into a full costume.

“Chief Sullivan did.” Oh the one name you were hoping you wouldn’t hear.

“What made him go into the house?” You pushed further.

“Not sure, just said he wanted to talk to her about the newspaper article in The Denver Times and he found her like that.” Something clicked in your mind and things were starting to make sense.

“Hmm, ok well thank you. If we have any more questions then we’ll come find you.” Your hollow intentions were spoken through a fake smile. Your hand grasped Dean’s jacket once more and spun him towards the impala. Your partner eyed you curiously.

“Hey what’s up? I had more questions for them…” Dean pouted sticking his journalist’s notepad into his pocket.

“Rick Sullivan came out of that house, and he looked very nervous. He’s definitely more involved in this than anyone is letting on.” You stated as the two of you settled into the car to discuss more theories.

For the next couple of hours you and Dean had to keep a low profile while things settled down. There was no use in trying to sneak into that house when Chief Sullivan could hear about it from one of his lackeys crawling all over the premises, so you’d have to try after hours.

Once the clock struck five you rolled up to the police department. It wasn’t the hive of action that you believed it would be, so there would less people to lie to and ask questions. Hopefully the Prince of A-Holes was at home chugging a beer and complaining about liberals. With the confident flash of a fake badge. and a smile you two were led to the coroner’s office with ease. If there was one thing you two learned about faking the identity of feds, it was act like you belong there and nobody will question you.

There was only one person on staff. He looked up from a desk pushing his black hair out of his face and put his glasses down. “Can I help you?” A soft British accent curved the syllables of his sentence.

“Yes, Ms. Hamilton’s family hired us as private investigators.” With a change of I.D. both you and Dean were sporting P.I. badges and showed the nice man who were pretending to be this week. “We’d like to see the autopsy report.”

“Of course,” The tall British man stood up and walked to the table Ms. Hamilton’s body was lying. He picked up a clipboard attached to the table and handed it to you. Dean came around and looked over your shoulder.

Accidental Death Chrissy Hamilton contracted an infection in a cut from the bear attack in Grand Mesa National Forest. The infection caused her to experience dizzy spells and fatigue resulting in her falling down the stairs and breaking her neck.

Something in your gut constricted at this conclusion. The air in the room shifted as your disappointment grew stronger. “You’re sure that this is right?” You looked up from the report to see the young British man fidgeting in his spot.

“I wasn’t the one who did the report, I’m….still an intern.” The intern wrung his hands behind his back and adjusted his glasses again. Dean’s eyes were watching him intently, this boy was lying. He knew the look of a guilty man from anywhere.

“But, did you take a peak for yourself?” Dean said taking a step closer to the intern.

“Well….yes, but only because I thought I was supposed to! Chief Sullivan had one of his guys do the report, but I don’t think it’s right.” The intern went back over to his desk and sifted through some papers to find one hidden deep in a folder, red pen marks all over it.

“Don’t worry, we’re not gonna report you. We’re just looking for the truth like you.” Dean spoke softly as he took the new report from the intern.

Blunt Force Trauma

There is an unexplained gash in the back of the woman’s head and bruises on her neck that mimic the marks of strangulation.

The mark on her head would be from a hard object.

The neck breaking was done post mortem suggesting murder.

“I fucking knew it.” You muttered under your breath looking over the new report, rereading it to make sure your eyes weren’t lying to you. You shook your head and paced trying to put everything together. Dean knew you wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, so he quickly took a picture of the report with his phone and gave it back to the intern.

“Thank you for your help, we’ll be on our way now.” Dean flashed a smile and got your attention to leave. Your mind was fuzzy as you blindly followed your partner to the car. With all this evidence piling up against Chief Sullivan there was no possible way he wasn’t involved you just had to figure out why.

The next stop you two had on your errand list was to stop by Chrissy’s house to check the scene out for yourself. If Chief Sullivan had one of ‘his guys’ do the autopsy report, he most likely had one of ‘his guys’ inspect the house too. Neither of you trusted that man, so here you were parked three blocks away from the victim’s house dressed in dark clothes to match the night setting.

Dean made quick work of the lock. He got pretty good after years of experience and many close calls of getting caught my the neighbors. “You impressed yet?” Dean smirked at you and opened the door.

“Are you gonna say this every time we break in somewhere?”

“Until it works, yes.” You walked through the threshold into the empty dust cave that was Chrissy’s house.

“Jesus Christ, I feel like I could get lung cancer in this house…” You swatted some dust particles away floating in the air. The inner decor suggested that four clumsy grandmas lived here. These rugs probably belonged to Jesus’s disciples, and light fixtures from the Vanderbilt age.

“Where should we start first?” Dean asked setting the bag of goodies on the floor. He opened it up and handed you a flashlight and a spray bottle filled with luminol.

“I’ll take the kitchen fixtures and you start on the stairs?” You suggested. Dean nodded and headed towards the closest railing. The only light illuminating this dark museum of antiquities was your phone flashlights put on a low setting. Dean started from the bottom of the stairs and worked his way up. There were a few spots that glowed from the chemical reacting with the cleaned up blood. Unfortunately Dean didn’t find a mosaic of glowing lights, but rather a scarce Jackson Pollock painting.

In the kitchen you were fairing much better. You started with the appliances like the fridge and dish washer but came up with nothing. Lights started to shine when you hit the kitchen table. “Dean, I got something!” Dean followed your voice and saw a bright blue glow on the table, and what do you know it fit the same shape as the gash on the victim’s head.

“So what’s the plan now? Go to the chief’s house and bust him?” Dean leaned against the kitchen table and crossed his arms. You gathered your supplies and pulled out a fresh wash cloth.

“No, we don’t have enough evidence. The most we can do is go after the monster itself and deal with him afterwards. Hopefully get him to confess.” As much as it angered you that this guy was probably going to get away, you needed to be sure that he was the one who hurt Chrissy. After all, he might just be some crotchety baby boomer which wouldn’t be news to you. You handed Dean a wash cloth and got to cleaning up after yourself until the house was left exactly as you entered it.

The walk back to the car was quiet. You both had a lot on your mind and a lot of puzzle pieces to fit together. The only thing left you both needed to do was get the biggest order of fries and absolutely destroy them before passing out. With a gentle crank, the impala was alive.

“So, what’re you thinking? Jack in a Box or Wendy’s?” Dean asked pulling onto one of the main roads. The only light came from the posts on either side of the street, and a couple of porch lights from the quiet little neighborhood. The stars shined brightly away from the big city.

“I’m always a slut for Wendy’s.” Your words were cut short by the flashing of red and blue lights coming from every direction. Dean quickly pulled over confused as to what could possibly have warranted this action from the police. He was barely speeding and all of his head lights were still working. Nonetheless he stopped the car.

“Step out of the car with your hands in the air!” A deep masculine voice shouted. Fear crept up your throat as you complied. It wasn’t like you couldn’t take these cops, a measly bullet wouldn’t put you down forever. But you couldn’t risk Dean’s life. Unlike you, he was human and he could get killed a lot easier than you. For now you would play nice, but the second Dean was safe they would be turned into a bloody mess. The bright flashlights distorted your vision. Your eyes could only see the miniature suns they created. The faces behind them were a mystery but the voices were familiar.

“Officers what seems to be the problem?” They didn’t answer Dean’s question and opted to continue with the arrest.

“Hey! Watch it.” Hands grabbed at you and put your arms behind your back. A harsh push had you pinned up against the car while sir grabs a lot bound you with cuffs. You look across to see Dean serving the same fate. Two other cops opened the impala’s doors and started rummaging through it.

“You can’t do that without a warrant!” A hot anger was starting to burn a hole in Dean’s chest to see them handling his baby like this.

“All we need is probable cause.” That voice….was more familiar than the others. Out came Chief Sullivan, who seemed very pleased with himself. He looked to Dean, whose face was turning a new shade of red.

“And what probable cause is that? Were my hub caps too shiny? Maybe I was playing my devil’s rock music too loud for ya??”

“No maybe he’s just mad because he saw our liberal bumper stickers, and wanted to show us what his America is all about right? Show us some good old fashioned hospitality from the 1800s when you were just a young lad?”

“(Y/N), that’s very uneducated of you to say. The colonizers came over to America in the 1400s.”

“Oh you’re right how stupid of me to say, hey what was Christopher Columbus like? A prick? I bet y’all got along. Probably had a lot of time to bond while killing indigenous people and taking their land.” Rick Sullivan swore the lord was testing him today. He unfolded two pieces of paper and on them were photos of you and Dean from the last time you got arrested.

“Looked up your license plates and found some very interesting information on you two.”

“Was it that I was the only male cheerleader in my high-school? It’s actually very good for your health.”

“No it might be my arrest record from when I killed the president.”

“Oh shit I forgot about that!”

“Enough!” Dean and you looked at each other trying desperately not to bust out laughing. “Found that you two have a long record of credit card scams, identity theft, and impersonating the authorities. Bet we’ll find something real interesting in your car.” One of the cops popped out and was holding two black wallets.

“Chief I’ve got something.” You felt a sinking sensation in your chest start to form, this was going to be your whole night then.… Sullivan opened up the wallets and smirked to himself.

“Well would you look at that, Private Investigator badges. Funny, I didn’t find your registration in the system. Put them in the back of my car.” The Chief looked on you both with a smug smile. Normally this situation would have had worried you to the point of your hair graying. But at this point you and Dean had been arrested a couple times before and knew that lying low and sneaking out of the holding cell was a better bet than assaulting as many cops as you could, as much as you and Dean loved to do so. The two deputies walked you both to Chief Sullivan’s car and threw you in the backseat. The plastic vinyl of the interior was cramped, forcing you to fold in on yourself just a tad to fit. The yellow police headlights illuminated Rick as he talked to the two deputies.

“Do you think the dinky place they’re sending us to is gonna have a bathroom this time?” Dean quipped. You scoffed, shaking your head thinking of the last place in Louisiana that got the drop on you. Each time you had to use the restroom, one of the deputies had to go through the long process of making sure Dean was up against the wall to prevent escape, then unlock the door whose key was on a literal ring with at least 13 other keys that they had to go through one by one each time, then finally escort you to the restroom.

“For our sakes I hope so cause I think I downed at least 5 red bulls, I’m sure this place will be just as small town classic as the last one. Break out at night?” Dean nodded to you. This was just one of your many go to plans that you kept in your back pocket. Luckily with your strength, tearing apart metal bars wasn’t hard and made escaping quite simple since these places usually didn’t even invest in a security system claiming that they could do it themselves. The soft slam of the driver’s car door brought your attention forward.

“Hey can we stop at Wendy’s? We haven’t had dinner yet.” Rick glared at you and chose to bring the car to leave with a hum instead of dignifying your question with an answer. The car pulled onto the road smoothly.

“No, I’ve got a real special place for you two.” The edge of his tone held something beneath the surface of the water that pricked your stomach. Your eyes scanned over Rick, looking for any tell that would hint at what his intentions were. Whatever this old man had up his sleeve you were sure you could take it. If you survived eating gas station sushi, nothing could kill you now.

“Oh? Could it possibly be that fancy meat place Samba downtown? Heard they got Brazilian meats and I’m all about that.” Dean’s comment did nothing to change Rick’s expression. It pricked at your stomach harder. You shared another look with Dean and sat back into your seat expecting a long ride. Your gut told you to stay put. Your vocal chords itched to speak to Dean, just to whisper to him about what his thoughts on the situation were. But your brain was in control and knew better than to open your mouth when your warden was less than a foot away from you, so you stayed quiet waiting for the answers to your questions.

The two of you hadn’t spent too much time in Colorado, but you knew the layout enough to see that the Chief was heading out of town. The bright lights of the city were replaced with the lights of the stars and the moon. Headlights were few and far between and you were greeted by more elk than people. Mountains rose from the ground and blocked the outside world, almost creating a dome over the land. The scenery could no longer hold your attention and the itch in your vocal chords finally became too irritating to ignore any longer.

“So what’s with your obsession about bear attacks?” From the rearview mirror you could see a flash of anger in Rick’s face as his mouth twitched downwards. If it was going to be a long drive, you may as well get what you could out of it. At least this way you could possibly get some answers and annoy him along the way.

“No obsession, just doing my civic duties as a police officer.” Rick’s voice was low and and quiet. He was restraining himself greatly, veins starting to pop in his neck and face changing to a new shade of red. His eyes continued to stare at the road.

“Do you really believe that these are bear attacks?” Dean piped up leaning to the side to catch a better glimpse at the Chief’s face.

“There’s no evidence to prove otherwise.” Rick quipped, short and to the point. It sounded almost comfortably rehearsed. The man most likely testified in court more times than you could count.

“Now I think we both know that that’s not true.”

“And what are you proposing?”

Without missing a beat you stepped back in. “Maybe that you’re a little more involved with these disappearances than you’d like to admit.” You leaned forward, the temple of your head touching the back of the passenger seat. Rick smirked to himself, as if he’d told a joke in his head. Suddenly that all knowing attitude came back to him, like flipping a switch.

“If only you knew what really lived in these woods, you wouldn’t be putting your nose where it doesn’t belong.” Rick’s tension seemed to lift from his shoulders with every word he spoke. Dean let out a breathy laugh and rolled his eyes. If you had a dollar for every time you heard that sentence, the two of you could buy an entire Dance Dance Revolution Machine that you had wanted when you were kids.

“Oh really? Enlighten me then.” Dean requested with a sarcastically inquisitive expression. His shoulders were tense and hunched slightly as he leaned in more. The atmosphere of the tiny cop car was suffocating. It felt like every body in the car was taking up more space than necessary. Rick let his eyes be taken from the road just for a second to look back at Dean with a twinkle in his eye.

“You kids ever hear of The Grand Mesa Curse?”

You sighed. “Yes, extensively actually.” You blinked blankly at him.

“There’s evil that lurks in these woods, six feet tall and claws. A wendigo. Know what that is?” Rick paused for a moment at his own rhetorical question. “It’s a creature that used to be human, but changed once they resorted to cannibalism. It was thought that the man who consumed human flesh would absorb its power. Used to think all of this talk was nonsense…until I saw her.” You scrunched your brows together and sat back into your seat, piecing things together.

His daughter was on a camping trip and died.

He always had a hand in all the bear attack cases that happened at a specific time of year.

He was the one who found Chrissy’s body.

“Your daughter…” You muttered. Rick shook his head slightly banishing the awful memories from behind his eyes. The image of his now six foot three daughter, her skin stretched beyond repair over protruding bones with eyes that held no recognition for her father. He remembered in great detail the first night he saw her, barely got out alive. Rick would never get the scent of human flesh out of his nose, the sight of those kids’ blood over her hands and face. Yet somehow even after seeing all those horrible displays of violence he still loved her and protected her. If he kept covering her tracks, at some point things would go back to normal.

“She’ll get better, if I keep feeding her then eventually she’ll be fine.” From the sound of it, even Rick didn’t believe what he was saying. But he wanted to. Desperately so.

“You know she won’t-”

“SHE WILL!” Rick hit the steering wheel with the heel of his hand as he barked. He had already come so far, he wasn’t about to let two little children take away what little family he had left. There was still a little bit of hope left if he kept lying to himself and everyone else. “And neither you two or that Chrissy girl will ruin this for me.”

A sour feeling was starting to settle in your stomach. It was almost sweet how much work he was putting into keeping his daughter safe. Normally you would feel for a parent losing their child, but unfortunately in his situation, Rick already lost his daughter. Seeing a monster wear his daughter’s face destroyed any chance for him to accept that there was no trace of her left in that gaunt body. He failed her in this life that winter years ago, he refused to fail her ever again.

As you traveled further into the mountains, snow started to accumulate on the windshield. The mountains had their own world. The night was pitch black and snow more piercing compared to the environment in the suburbs. Even the trees seemed to curl out like a hand waiting to grab unsuspecting travelers.

Something started to feel off. You fidgeted in your seat trying to find a comfortable spot to no avail. It felt like a lightbulb softly pushing at the back of your head, warming the crown of your hair and shooting down your spine and all throughout your bones. This feeling grew stronger as the Chief continued to drive. You grimaced as the lightbulb dug further into your brain aiming for the center of it. You knew this feeling all too well, your biological radar spotted a monster nearby and they were getting close. This one felt strong. The car stopped making your back softly hit the back of the seat.

Outside the safe haven of the car you couldn’t see five feet away from you without the blank canvas of snow distorting your vision. The wind pushed the car back and forth every couple of seconds ever so slightly, as if you were still on the road. Rick pulled the collar of his jacket up and braced himself. He opened his door and stepped outside.

“What the fuck do we do?” You sputtered out to Dean, eyes wider than usual.

“Well I assume we’re about to meet his daughter, so my only suggestion is to not get eaten.” Dean said testing the strength of the handcuffs around his wrists.

“Thank you for that Captain Obvious.”

“You’re Welcome Lieutenant Sarcasm.”

Before you had a chance to respond, the chief opened up the door with a gun pointed at Dean’s face. “Let’s make this easy why don’t we? Get out of the car. We’re gonna do this one at a time.” Dean took in a shaky breath and slowly stepped out of the car, leaving you alone in the back seat. He shut the door with his foot and got his balance back in the snow. Rick nodded his head to the side signaling Dean to keep walking. The snow crunched under his boots and gathered in between the grooves of his shoes. His neck was exposed to the cutting temperature, the wind only served to slice his skin deeper. Regardless, he marched onwards until an opening in the mountain showed itself. There were signs warning against entering the tunnel, explaining that the cave could collapse or that it’d been dangerous for decades to go inside. The wooden blockade had been damaged and eaten away by weather and insects over the years. It looked barely strong enough to be holding itself up.

The threshold was uninviting, light not escaping the cavernous mouth creating a shield of darkness. Dean blindly walked forwards, carefully stepping over the bumps and grooves of the floor. An orange glow started to illuminate the walls, exposing the roots and rock in the walls. “What do you think your daughter would think of you sacrificing people to her?” Dean spoke up. This was a last ditch effort. If he wasn’t able to talk Rick out of this he wasn’t sure what other option he had. Last time he went up against a wendigo he barely got out alive, and that was with equipment. He had nothing this time around, and to make matters worse his hands were bound.

In Dean’s head about 18 tabs were open and at least one of them was playing music but he couldn’t tell which it was. He was flipping through all his plans A through Z but most of them depended on either you coming in at the last second, or for Rick to be a complete bumbling idiot and easy to fight even while handcuffed. Dean’s stomach tightened at his next thought.

The thought that he might not actually make it out of this one. Of course his brained tricked him into believing that this would play out like a B-list action movie where everything would turn out perfect and everyone would be saved. His body felt manic, electric. This feeling was sadly familiar to him.

Rick stayed silent for a moment and slowed his pace to use more energy to think. “Lydia would find a way to understand.”

Dean scoffed. “Yeah cause the ends justifies the means doesn’t it Machiavelli?” Rick pressed the gun into Dean’s back.

“Just keep walking.”

~~~~~~

You watched as Rick lead Dean away. Your body slowly shifted into the seat your partner had recently occupied, his heat still captured in the fake leather. The angle of the window did you no favors to see them, the snow not helping either. The cold glass chilled the first layer of the skin on your cheek. Once they disappeared from sight you leaned back into your seat and stared at the metal around your wrists. You took a big breath into your lungs and pulled back and away with your elbows. The sheer force of your strength ripped the chain like day old bread, the ends of the chain that broke sharpened to a point.

You put the pad of your thumb on the hinge of the handcuff and pushed until it popped under the pressure and slit in half, releasing your hand then doing the same to the other. The metal didn’t do much to the skin of your wrists save for mild redness. You made some circles with your hands before moving to the next task at hand, the locked car door. The posture of your body and processes of your mind gave into the demon within. The look in your eyes and crack of your knuckles was that of a skilled hunter, a predator coming to defend their territory. In moments like these it was easier to let the Slayer side of you take over, hand her the reigns and guide you through this.

In order to get the job done you had to put everything aside. Nothing mattered except getting the mission completed. Thoughts of your mother, your childhood, Sam, or even Dean, could trip you up and possibly effect your reflexes or technique.

Your emotional shield hardened, ridding your thoughts of the possibility of Dean getting eaten or hurt.

You positioned yourself to face the passenger door in the backseat, arms stabilizing you behind and knees bent. Your feet were pressed against the handle of the door. With a grunt you mustered up all the pent up anger that boiled within and kicked it. The door flung open, the frigid temperature rushed into the back seat. You sped walked to the trunk of the car and popped it, pulling your hair out of your face as the wind whipped it around. The contents within were a first aid kit, jumper cables, a bullet proof vest, a shotgun, a couple of road flares, spare handcuff keys, and a pair of bolt cutters. You fastened the bullet proof vest onto your chest, stuck the road flares and extra set of keys into your pocket and picked up the shotgun. It wasn’t much, but it would do. Your eyes landed on the opening that Dean disappeared into and walked towards it.

It was business time, and there was one motherfucker you still had to take care of.

~~~~~~

The air of the cave was thick with moisture and made Dean’s clothes stick to his skin. Little drips of water and pebbles moving in the background made his ears perk up. Every little sound made him pull his arms closer to himself and tense up. Those tiny sounds could go unheard and would be the difference between life and death if they were Lydia. He hadn’t seen any signs of her existence yet, but he was sure that was about to change soon. The longer he could prolong that moment the better.

Rick silently lead him deeper through the mountain’s tunnels, taking lefts and rights at random intervals it felt. Dean tried his best to create the maze in his head, he wouldn’t be able to use landmarks since every part of the cave was identical. Every couple of feet another low powered light bulb was strung from the sides of the cave wall. There was a sliver of darkness between each set of lightbulbs. As they continued walking, Rick’s footsteps slowed even more until he stopped altogether. Dean turned around waiting to see his next move. They were in a more hollow part of the mountain now, somewhere near the edge of it Dean guessed from the moonlight that peaked out from the cracks in the ceiling. The light shined down and poured into the cavernous drop to his left. Rocks created the path in front of them, the wall of the cave gave little space to walk as close as it was to the drop off.

“Ok so what now?” Dean looked around.

“Nothing, for you at least.” Rick spoke putting his gun back in its holster. He stepped forwards and grabbed Dean by the sleeves of his shirt. In the flurry of motion Dean lost his balance, moving at the whim of Rick’s motion. His feet flew over the ledge of the drop as Rick flung him down into the cavern. With a grunt Dean landed on his back on the hard ground. It felt like all the air was sucked out of his lungs. Three different vertebrae throbbed in sync with his heartbeat. From the scrape of the ground the hunter already knew that he was bleeding in several locations. He took a second to lay there in agony glaring up at Rick as he walked away.

“Have fun chatting with Lydia, I’m sure you two will have a lot to talk about.” His voice echoed with a smile.

“Bastard…” Dean’s attention was taken away from the pain in his upper back, but rather spread to all the muscles connected to his spine as he attempted to get up. Every tiny movement from his arms sent shocks of pain through his muscle fibers straight to his spine. He grit his teeth as he rolled over to his side, hand coming over to brace himself. The tiny rocks on the cave floor embedding themselves into his hand meant nothing to him. The room spun around and shook Dean’s head around. “Fuck…”

~~~~~~

Your eyes scanned every new inch of cave you took in at a rapid pace with laser precision. Anger and rage heated up your skin. You walked with heavier determined footsteps, strutting your way into a new disaster. The change in your demeanor surged your forward. Upon hearing movement up ahead you dipped into a crevice in the cave wall, squishing your body between rocks awkwardly that dug into your skin and poked at your bones. A memory surfaced like a vision from your childhood of playing hide and seek with Sam and Dean.

Footsteps, those of boots, drew nearer. Your eyes stuck to one part of the wall until a pair of khaki pants walked right past you. They followed Rick as he walked blissfully unaware of his surroundings towards the opening of the mountain. A list of techniques you could use to snap his neck came to mind, your fingers itched to wrap around his throat. Your mother would be so proud to know that you actually paid attention to her lessons if she felt human emotion.

Once the footsteps faded into the distance you dislodged yourself from the rocks in the wall and brushed off any residue. The cold air snuck between the layers of your clothing sparking a shiver down your back. You crept on further, silencing your feet and breathing deep into your chest. A shuffle below you caught your attention. You crouched closer to the ground and kept your body close to the wall to get a better look at the culprit. The minute you saw a flash of green flannel you stood up.

“Dean!” Your knees hit the edge of the drop off hard making small abrasions in your jeans and skin, but you didn’t care. “Are you ok?” The slayer mask was forcibly ripped off of your face. The heated rage in your skin was replaced with an icy shake. You kneeled to the ground and peered over steep drop. The little drop off looked like a ravine with Dean at the bottom just waiting for a rock slide to bury him.

“Yeah…Chief of Douchebags pushed me over. Think his daughter is down here.” Dean limped over to the drop, grimacing as he felt his muscles move. You dug your knees into the rock as much as you could, the fabric of your pants tore open by a sliver. The palm’s of your hands slid down the drop, stretching down as far as you could to grab onto Dean. Dirt caked your skin and was ground into the grooves of your hands. God you were almost there, you elongated your back to try and give yourself some more length. Quick short breaths made your chest rise and fall with each burst. Your lips were parted, the walls protecting your true feelings were open and released a high pitched quiet whimper. Dean reached as well, his boots pushed back gravel and dirt. His shirt caught on some of the rocks poking out as he tried to get closer, but your fingertips had about twelve inches between them.

“Shit…I don’t think I can get you out. Can you climb out?” You sighed frustratedly retracting your hand. Dean shook his head taking a step back. He stared up at you into your eyes that sparkled with sadness. You were deep in the sky with the distance between you two. It was like he was reaching to touch a star, an untouchable ethereal being who no one deserved to be in the presence of.

“No, I can’t get a good grip on any of the rocks…” Your heart and brain were battling over what to do. Your heart wrenched at the thought of being separated from Dean in such a situation. How could he possibly fight against an entire wendigo, opposed to half of one…, with no equipment or help? The thought of leaving these caves alone made tears prick at your eyes. Dean wasn’t faring any better. Looking up at you made him feel helpless. A part of him was more disappointed in himself than upset about the situation itself. More times than he’d like, he felt like the Daphne.

“Maybe there’s another opening we can meet up at.” You spoke, undoing the velcro of the bullet proof vest and tossing it down to Dean, along with the road flare, shotgun, and extra set of keys. As bleak as everything seemed, he was grateful to as least have some protection against the situation you two got yourselves in. He started with the handcuffs and made quick work of them. Dean settled the vest over his body and road flare in his pocket, settling to hold the shotgun himself. A sick feeling bubbled in the hunter’s stomach. What if there was no opening and he’d just have to make peace with his new rent free cave apartment?

“Uh…yeah. We can do that.” Dean looked to the ground intensely looking at nothing in particular. There really weren’t any other options he could take at this point. If you two used the shotgun to pull him out, there was no telling if the gun would accidentally go off hitting one of you. It wasn’t going to be a fun or quick time, but Dean would just have to find another way out. He turned his attention back to you, still kneeling above him. The two of you had a moment of silence looking at each other. This moment shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did, but there was no use in moping around when there was something that you could do.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be ok? I could join you down there.” You offered with a sad smile. Dean shook his head mirroring your face.

“No, I’ll be ok. I’m a strong boy, I’ll find a way.” He did his best to show you a genuine smile.

“Ok…then I guess I’ll see you when I see you.” With a sad wave of your hand, you pressed onwards.

Dean saw your shadow disappear into the cave. He looked to his left and started walking. His back felt a little more supported with the vest so at least that didn’t add to his problems. The cave seemed to swallow Dean whole as he stumbled through the darkness. Lights were strung up in this part of the cave as well, but many of the lightbulbs were broken or smashed. The more he followed this path the more broken and messy it became. Shreds of shirts and various articles of clothing littered the floor. A crunch underneath his boot made Dean stop. He slowly picked up his boot and saw a pair of glasses missing one of the lenses.

The path lead into an opening. The floor was a dark shade of red mixed in with the dirt. Bone fragments stuck out from the ground. Some of them were distinguishable bones, while others were merely shards of a previous body, a previous human, a past president of the being alive club. Leaned up against the wall were three decomposing skeletons. Their skin was a wrinkly grey, eyes sunken in and stomach cavity empty. Bigger bones were piled up around them where Lydia must have fed. Dean couldn’t pick out if these bones were all from the same bodies or if they were mixtures of bodies over the decades. Instead of mulling over that question in his brain he decided to keep walking.

~~~~~~

The cave’s cold air rushed into your lungs with a labored breath. Your eyes, cheeks, and mouth twitched and flickered in a sporadic pattern. Inside your mind a horrific theatre played out all the terrible scenarios of Dean meeting his demise. The wendigo could rip his heart out, eat him alive, or maybe that bastard of a cop would march Dean right up to his daughter as a delivery. At this point the only positive thing you could do was find Lydia yourself before she found your partner. You dug your hands into your pockets, feeling a candy wrapper and a paper clip you had yet to throw away still housed within them. The temperature was dropping steadily leading you to believe that an opening was nearby.

Wind grew stronger the more you continued on your path. You picked up your walking speed to a jog. Gusts of air whipped your hair around. The snow was thick and plummeted to the ground silently and was illuminated by the moon. You prayed that Dean found a way outside. The only sound to be heard was the blizzard whistling through the tree leaves, but other than that it was like a sound proof box trapped you in silence. The white trees looked like they went on for miles.

“(Y/N)!” A muffled voice screamed your name out in the inky blackness of the night. Your ears perked up and eyes narrowed. “(Y/N) where are you? I think it’s close!” It was Dean’s voice in both tone and color. You stalked closer to the source of the sound, walking so slowly that you felt your joints getting caught against their sockets. The thick snow packed underneath your boots with a crunch creating a map to your location. The lightbulb feeling reemerged and twisted inside your brain. Your shoulders lurched forwards as an unnerving feelings gripped onto your bones. Your face twisted.

Whatever was hidden in the forest was not your Dean. The voice was getting louder and started to yell. You dug into your back pocket and took out the road flare. Every shadow created looked like it took shape to move forward to you. You pushed forwards ignoring the feeling of the lightbulb digging deeper and your heart pumping in your chest. Your index finger hovered over the trigger, itching to pull it but you only had one shot. The source of your discomfort was moving. You moved your head in an attempt to keep track of it, but it was too fast to keep track of. One second it was on your right, but the next it was on your left. Had you been a normal human this monster would have you right where they wanted you.

Before you had time to fully process it, the wendigo ran at you and dug its claws into your shoulder. You flew back into a tree hitting your ribs and knocking the air out of your lungs. The road flare flew from your grasp and buried itself into the snow. In front of you was a seven foot five being. It had gaunt features and skin that stretched over the bones leaving her hip bones completely revealed and stomach cavity empty. This must have been Lydia.

You imagined her hair would’ve been a blunt short cut with bangs had it not been patchy and balding. She had a puffy vest on that had dark stains on it and stitches missing from its seams. White fluffy stuffing poked out of the holes in the seams. The pants she were wearing hung off of her hips and boney legs. They looked more like capris with how they road up on her long legs.

The wendigo rose its right hand and swiped down at you. Its claws scratched at the bark as you rolled to your right and shot up barely noticing the cold ground that stuck under your finger nails as you got up. Without sparing a thought you started to run. Lydia followed close behind, her claws almost touching your back. She put in more effort to keep up with you, not used to humans running this fast rivaling the speed of a car. The hunger surged her forwards. It was her guiding star and the only thing that mattered. Always craving something and someone with no end in sight. There were no thoughts in her head except for her next meal and you were standing right in front of her.

A small thought wondered if you were going to be able find your way back if you managed to survive this. All the trees looked the same like a wallpaper covering a room. The pattern was the same. All these possibilities clogged your brain. Is Dean ok? Would you get out of this? If you died what would happen to Dean? In general you couldn’t bare to think about what Dean would do if you died anyway. If you were being honest you knew that he’d go off the deep end with no one to catch him and pull him back. John was nowhere to be found. Lord knows your mom would never come help unless there was something in it for herself, and Sam was off at Stanford wanting nothing to do with any of you and wanting to leave his hunting past behind. He’d be completely alone. Left to his own devices with only the instinct to kill to take care of his pent up aggression.

The temperature was freezing the snow underneath the top layer. It caught onto the soles of your shoes mid thought. Time froze as you watched your body surge forward, hands out to brace your fall. Lydia had no problem with traction. She reached out in your absence of distance. Her claws tore through the fabric of your clothes and ripped the top layer of skin in a slash. A sharp pain pinched at your nerves and flared up all over your back, scratching out the prophecy burned into your back. Chunks of skin and muscle splashed onto the white snow coloring it red. The sensation in your upper back shoved the memory of the day you were called upon as a Slayer back into your mind. The burning. The disapproving looks from your mother and pity from John. The way Sam and Dean looked so confused and scared as to why you were screaming. The way your body never felt the same after that day. The disintegrating relationship between you and your mother. That was when it all started.

Your heart beat along with the bpm that of a dance song, in time and growing in speed. Before your hands felt the soft bed of the snow and before Lydia’s claws could latch onto your spinal columns, a metal snare snapped down on the wendigo’s ankle yanking her back and easily grabbing onto her gray skin to reveal off white bones. A high pitched screech echoed out of her throat. You joined her with a whimper, hitting the ground and rolling back onto your feet with the agility of a gymnast. Everything was moving past you in a blur and you had to act quickly. That snare could only hold her for so long.

Your feet carried you past Lydia searching for your road flare. You searched for any familiarity in the forest to no avail. The mountain was your only guide back. Nothing in the snow gave way for your road flare, the snow was getting heavier. No doubt that it was already covered. Fuck this you had to get to Dean. The pounding in your chest grew stronger, the opening of the cave you had previously come out of was in front of you. Your footsteps changed to a soft crunch to the clack and click of the rock cave. The string lights showed a shadow that climbed up the walls.

“Dean!” You ran into your partner. Dean was wearing the bullet proof vest holding the shotgun. You felt instant relief knowing that he made his way out. Dean felt quite the opposite. His throat tightened seeing your bleeding wounds. He should’ve been there. “Are you ok?” Dean’s eyebrows scrunched together, eyes looking directly into yours.

“Am I ok? What happened to you?” Dean’s voice was low and dangerous. You took a moment to catch your breath and pull him into shelter.

“Well I met Rick’s daughter, she kinda sucks.” You offered a small smile. Dean shook his head and softly rolled his eyes. Your antics weren’t going to distract him today. His hands gently held onto your arm to inspect the gashes. His thumb brushed over the rip in the fabric to the skin underneath the break. A sinking pit formed where his heart was. Mother fucker every time you got hurt he was somewhere being helpless. Somewhere he shouldn’t have been. You had never been able to count on anyone in your life not even your own flesh and blood, Dean wanted to be the one person you could always go to for help. But he was never in the right place, always dicking off somewhere you weren’t.

“Yeah she seems like a real peach. Lemme see your back.” Dean put pressure on your shoulder to turn around. Your nerves shot up, making you snatch his wrist with a tight grip. Dean looked up confused, unfamiliar with this touch from you. He was about to respond when you interrupted him.

“No! It’s fine- I’m good. Nothing’s gonna help me at the moment til we get back to the hotel. We should just find Lydia, kill her, and go home.” Dean paused for a moment, lips forming a small pout. Something seemed off about you, but now wasn’t the time to press. Once you two got back to the hotel then he could talk to you. After the call of The Slayer you had changed. You were more reserved and weighed down by self doubt. Even when it was just the kids you could never truly relax because at any second you could be pulled away from them to be in training with your mom at whatever local gym was in your area.

Your mother spent the bulk of your childhood beating off The Council of The Slayer. The only way she could truly prepare you for the world you were supposed to fight was to train you herself to the discipline of that of a drill sergeant. If you were born to kill evil you were going to do it her way. Your mother didn’t trust many, if any at all, but she would never trust The Council. It was the one thing she did right as a parent. The Council would never get their hands on you and she was determined to keep it that way. She was hard on you for a reason, among many bad ones, but the most prominent reason being that she would rather train you herself then let somebody else do it. You had to be strong enough to fight against the forces of evil and The Council.

What a grand fuck you to your mother it was when you joined them after high school.

The Council was an organization centered in England made up of Watchers. Generally The Watchers were tasked with finding and training The Slayer. Dean had only seen a Watcher once. It was in high school when you were waiting for him to pick you up. Sam was about twelve padding behind you when an unknown man in a suit came up to you. He spoke to you about the supernatural and how you were the chosen one to fight it. Dean swooped in to scare the guy off before he was able to finish his sales pitch. He never really knew much about Watchers or The Council as they were a very secretive group, but he did as much research as he could. Dean didn’t want you to have to face this alone. He never found out why your mom hated them so much, save for her abrasiveness to new people. Dean only got his answer when you found him in the middle of Montana. You came straight to him seeking a familiar face, your only source of comfort.

You looked tired, exhausted, like your body hadn’t gotten the chance to sit down for a century. Yet you still greeted him with a smile when you found him at a local bar. The first five minutes felt surreal, like a figment of Dean’s imagination to have you sitting here next to him after years of silence. It broke his heart the day you left, one by one everyone left his life to go find something better. Sam left for college, you left to escape your mother and join The Council, and John…. Well John was nowhere to be found and at this point Dean couldn’t force himself to care.

Dean thought of those years with John/by himself as the dark years. You two tried to stay in contact but it wasn’t the same. You explained at the bar everything that had happened when you left. Even hearing Dean’s voice reminded you of your less than perfect childhood. You still had moments of guilt for cutting him out. You wanted a fresh start where nobody knew who you were or what you were, but little did you know that it would catch up with you anyway. Originally you wanted to go to college, figure out what you wanted to do with your life and see what happened. You had even made a couple of friends, had a relationship. It didn’t last too long because the supernatural found you.

Once your new normal friends found out the truth, they couldn’t see past what you were at face value. Just a branch of demon. They cursed your name for the knowledge your life forcibly thrusted upon them. They didn’t want to know the secrets of the world, content staying in the Matrix. After that you gave up on living a normal life. You dropped out of college and disappeared into The Council. It was sort of like a job. You had a room in their compound, a place to train, and odd jobs around the world to take care of. It was nice for a little while to not be shunned for what you were. If anything they were ecstatic. The first few years were good, but over time they treated you less like a person and more like a tool.

They had complete control over your life, what you ate, how you spent your time, who you saw. This found family was turning into a cult. You had already left one overbearing mother, you weren’t about to let yourself get into a toxic relationship like that ever again. In the middle of the night you packed the bare essentials and set out to find Dean, following other hunter’s knowledge of his whereabouts like a signal. He could’t be more grateful that you found him, nursing a drink pondering his existence and why he was put on this Earth.

“Not to break up a beautiful moment, but shouldn’t you be at the bottom of a ravine?” The two of you turned to see Rick with a gun pointed at you. You pushed Dean behind you and stood your ground, eyes narrowed and unmoving. “I don't know what you are missy but it was a neat little trick you did to get out of my car, but none of that matters now.” Rick stood tall with a cocky smirk. He just had to finish the last step and he’d never have to see you two ever again.

“Better put that gun down before somebody gets hurt.” You spoke. You could feel Dean shuffling wanting to get in front of you.

“Oh I don’t think I’m too worried about that.” The clanking of chains got louder from behind you, dragging on the rock floor. Dean looked behind him. Lydia’s form came into view, limping on her right side where the snare was still wrapped around her ankle like a bracelet.

“Shit….” Dean muttered tightening his grip on the shotgun. The road flare was in his back pocket, but if Rick saw him reach for it there’s no telling what he would do. You were caught in the middle of an insane cop and his monster daughter. If Dean shot at her, Rick would shoot at you…

“Same time?” You asked Dean. He nodded. In a flash you hooked your right hand into Rick’s gun knocking it out of his hand and clanking to the ground. Dean pulled the trigger aiming at Lydia’s head. The slug hit her in an instant making her screech so loud the walls shook. You took a hold of Rick by his shirt and threw him into Lydia.

“Lydia it’s me! It’s Dad!” Rick screamed as Lydia’s claws came closer to his throat. She tore into his body and splattered red painting the rocks. Lydia held no remorse for her actions digging deeper into her father’s body. Dean threw you the shotgun and took hold of his road flare. Without sparing a thought you held up the weapon and unloaded on Lydia. Flashes of bullets sparked in the cave. Lydia tossed aside Rick and turned her attention to you.

“Dean shoot it!” The hunter raised the road flare and pointed it at Lydia’s stomach. The flare launched out of the orange gun in a burst of red light hitting Lydia right in the gut. Her hands dug at the fusee in her stomach wailing in pain. The flare started to consume her clothing and burned orange. You continued to use every slug in the gun before you were empty. Lydia jerked around and fell to the floor as the fire grew larger using her body as a vessel. After a couple of moments of silence, Lydia stopped trying to move.

“Think she’s dead?” Dean asked.

“Yeah….I think.” You said not wanting to get any closer to the wendigo.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

~~~~~~

You and Dean let the body continue to burn, it eventually caught onto Rick as well. The two of you slowly made your way back to the car Rick brought you in. No doubt that his police goons would recognize the car. Dean took driving responsibility and got you guys back to town in one piece. He dropped the car off at an abandoned Blockbuster store parking lot a little out of town. The rest of the way you two walked, knowing if you got an Uber that there would be a lot of questions. Thankfully baby was still there parked in front of Chrissy’s house. The leather seats were a warm welcome after all that crazy shit.

The minute you were in the hotel you all but ran to the bathroom to look at the damage you sustained with a spare shirt in hand. The LED bathroom lights hurt your eyes as you flipped the switch. You shuffled in front of the mirror and shucked off your coat. The ruined item plopped onto the floor, blood dripping off of the rips and onto the white tiled floor. Your shirt joined it soon after. The only thing left was the thick white bandage you wrapped around your torso like a binder to conceal the brand on your back. Slowly you reached around and pulled your hair to the side.

You strained your neck to inspect the slash, it pinched in pain as you turned your body. It was already healing up thanks to your Slayer abilities but it was definitely going to need some stitching if you were going to be on your feet soon. Unfortunately you would need help if you were going to get stitches.

…..ya know on second thought maybe bleeding for a couple of weeks wasn’t so bad

“Hey you ok?” Dean’s muffled voice came through the door. You look at wound again and put a fresh shirt on.

“Uh, yeah I’m fine…” You opened the door slowly. Dean rose an eyebrow not believing a damn word you were saying.

“Let me see your back, it looked pretty bad in there.” You ignored Dean’s request and slipped past him to go to your bed.

“It’s fine, I’m ok.”

“(Y/N), there’s blood coming through your shirt just let me help.” Dean tried to hold onto your arm. Your heart started to beat faster as he pushed further.

nonononononono

“Dean I’m fine.” Your face twisted in discomfort.

“No you’re not, why are you being so weird about this?”

“I’m not being weird!” You raised your voice stepping back again.

“Then show me your back!” Dean’s volume matched yours.

“No because you’ll see it!” Your chest was heavy as you looked at Dean. He tilted his head not quite understanding what you meant. You eyes were watering, tears threatening to spill over. You couldn’t look at Dean now. Your eyes looked at every inch of the room where he wasn’t. You were mentally preparing yourself for the talk you were going to have and the inevitable disappointment and resentment he would hold.

“See what?” He softened his voice again. The air in the room stopped moving, it felt like it was filled with styrofoam. A small choked whimper escaped the prison of your throat, two tears trickled down your cheek. You couldn’t do this again. If anybody else looked at you like your mom did the first time she saw it you didn’t think it would matter, but Dean? He was the last shred of family you had left. If he saw the prophecy burned into your back he would dump you like last weeks trash on the side of the curb without a second glance.

Usually Dean was a very open minded guy, always willing to hear somebody’s opinions and thoughts on a matter. But with demons and monsters his first instinct was to kill. It was never to ask them why they did the things they did or to try and help them. It was kill first ask questions later.

“The scar….I’m sure you’ve read about it, but when a Slayer gets called they get branded.” The sentence tumbled out of your mouth before you could process it. The truth needed to come out now. Rip the bandaid off. “You’ll know what I am and hate me just like my mom did.” Dean felt a pain in his chest.

“Sweetheart, I already know what you are. And I still love you, just let me help you.” Dean took a small step towards you, gauging your reaction to his distance.

“But you don’t, I’m a demon.” Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes harder than he ever did in life.

“That is the biggest load of horse shit I have ever heard.” Dean crossed his arms and stood still.

“Dean a Slayer is infused with the heart, soul, and essence of a demon. Doesn’t that make me a branch of demon?” You questioned. He furrowed his brows, lips pulled down as he took in what you said.

“No? No.” Dean shook his head refusing to believe what you said. He waved his hands in the air to clear the slate. “It doesn’t matter what you are!”

You raised your eyebrows, holding back a sarcastic laugh. “Oh so there are exceptions? There are good monsters?” Dean flared his nostrils and glared at you.

“No, the only good demon is a dead one. No demon would ever or has ever done anything good.”

“Well then why am I a good demon? Why are you so quick to change your views? You’re contradicting yourself. You can’t just pick and chose which principles apply to demons.” For a moment you forgot about the scar and took a step towards Dean. He ran his rough palms over his face and pushed his hair back.

“Because I don’t care what you are! I don’t care about what the council of dick bags says you are, I don’t care what your mom thinks you are or what anybody thinks you are. Demon or not I still fucking love you, you moron. I. Don’t. Care.” Dean closed the gap between you two, toes touching on the cheap carpet. You looked away, another tear slipping out.

“If you see it….you’ll look at me the same way my mom did.” You swallowed thickly, releasing a shaky breath. Dean put his hand under chin and tilted your head up. He wiped away the tear with the pad of his thumb across your cheek.

“Impossible.” He said tucking your hair behind your ear. “Now let me stitch you up before the news paper has to write the dumbest obituary ever.” You chuckled with him not yet moving from your place. You wanted to savor this moment, save the memory of how it felt to be this close to him so you could replay it when the inner voices of self doubt snuck into your brain at night.

“Oh yeah? What would it say?” Dean didn’t move either, still looking down at you.

“Stubborn Bitch Bleeds out to Death in a Skeezy Motel that has Definitely Given People STD’s before Because She was an Idiot and Didn’t Let a Handsome Mystery Man Help Her.”

“That’s far too long to be a headline.”

“Shutup and get on the damn bed.”

“You’ll never make it as a reporter.”

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cilldaracailin · 4 years ago

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Play The Game

Hello my Tumblr Lovely’s!

At last and about forty minutes later then I expected, I am finally ready to post after I kicked the internets butt (I really actually had a shower, got my stuff ready for work, got mad at the internet as it refused to work, turned my laptop on and off, disconnected and reconnected the internet and had a little moan (I say little, I mean a lot..) and finally it worked!

But anywhoo, the next part of the Play The Game! Hope you all enjoy...

Suze xx

*Little disclaimer, I did a little research for this part so I got the details as best as I could...*

“A friend is one of the nicest things you can have and one of the best things you can be”

It was a rainy Saturday morning in London that met Robyn as she wheeled her case through the exit of Heathrow airport and she stayed under the cover of the airport to keep dry. She pulled out her phone to call Taron but saw a text message waiting for her. She read it with a grin and made her way towards a blacked-out car that was parked near the end of the pick-up point for cars.

“Hello Robyn.”

“Hey Anthony!” Robyn grinned as the driver stepped out and she recognised him immediately. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought that might be obvious chicken.” Robyn looked to the back window of the car that was slightly rolled down and she could see Taron’s eyes peeking through. “We are here to pick you up from the airport.”

She grinned and thanked Anthony as he took her case. “Please wait Robyn. I will get the door for you.”

“Anthony, I can get…”

“I will get it Robyn.”

“Okie dokie.”

Robyn stood patiently at the boot of the car and waited while Anthony sorted her case and once he was finished, followed him around to the opposite side of the car and after he had opened the door, slipped into the back seat and was met with a wonderfully large grin on Taron’s face and a bunch of daffodils.

“Hello chicken!” Taron’s excitement levels had been on overdrive and he was finding it so hard to stay in the back of the car, let alone sit still. Robyn had told him she had planned on taking the tube to Tottenham Court Road and walk the quick ten minutes to The Mandrake hotel, the one Taron had organised for them and meet him there but Taron had other ideas and arranged a car to pick her up. He just hadn’t told her that he was going to be in the back waiting for her. “These are for you.” He handed over the daffodils to her, knowing they were her absolute favourite.

“Taron!” Exclaimed Robyn not expecting to see him until she was at the hotel, but here he was right beside her. “Aww wow thank you. My favourite.” She took the flowers from him. “These are beautiful.” Robyn placed them beside the door, which was now closed as Anthony was back behind the wheel, driving them away from the airport and to their hotel for the night. “I want my squishy hug now.” She said with a firm voice and enjoyed hearing Taron’s laugh in person and how he shuffled closer to her and wrapped her up tightly into his arms.

“This is a different take on the hug. The sitting sideways squishy but I am so happy to see you. It has been much too long since we have seen each other in person.”

“Hey that’s all on you. I am not the big movie star spending my time in New York re-shooting a movie and I am training free at the moment. I’ve been spending my weekend with cwtch.”

Taron grinned as he leant his nose into her neck and rubbed her back. “Not my fault the weather in New York was shit and we had to wait for the snow to melt a little.”

“Ok I will give you that one.” Robyn slowly moved her fingers through his hair at the back of his head, smiling that he hadn’t had the chance to cut it short because he needed the length for his Eggsy re-shoots. “Nice to see you too by the way.” Robyn moved away from him and smiled. “And Anthony too.” She said giving a nod towards the driver seat.

“I asked Elton for a favour and once I mentioned you, he was very willing to help me out. Anthony more than happy to help too when he heard it was you. What is it about people just wanting to do things for you?”

Robyn blushed a little. “People don’t just do things for me.”

Taron chucked against her. “You have no idea the power you hold over everyone chicken. Me, my family, the kids you work with, Stella, Elton, Anthony, Richard? The list is endless.” He smiled as she tugged his hair a little in protest. “I just tell it like it is Robyn.” He gave her one more quick hug and moved back from her.

Ignoring his comment completely, Robyn lifted her eyes to look at him and grinned. “Hey you don’t look tired! That’s a first.”

“I have been in London since Wednesday and literally spent the last two days sleeping but you do.” Taron frowned a little as he gently ran a fingertip under the dark circles under her eyes. “You been sleeping?”

After having her eyes closed and very much enjoying the feeling of his fingers on her skin, she looked to him. “Been a busy two weeks.”

“Still sorting that paper work shit out?”

“It is finally sorted. I didn’t want to have to be at it next week as the date for it to be finished is next Wednesday, so I didn’t leave the office till after nine last night.”

“Robyn…” Taron was ready to frown at her but she interrupted him before he could.

“Yeah I know but if I had to look at those forms again, I was actually going to go mad and I sent the last one off all corrected and filled in. It was such a load of bollocks anyway. Moving the date of registration and then giving out more paperwork to be filled in and then I was chasing parents for forms that had been sent home and trying to catch them because they had missed a place to sign and it was just…” Her long-winded sentence was cut off as Taron pulled her in for another hug.

“You needed this weekend huh?”

“More than you could imagine.” She answered taking one long deep breathe, cuddling a little more into him, though it was a little awkward in their sideways position.

“How about a nap when we get to the hotel?” He asked her, carefully letting her go and once out of his arms, used his two hands to brush her hair away from her face, his fingers separating soft strands the whole length of her hair. “And I know you got your hair cut.”

Robyn grinned. “I told you I was going too.”

“You told me an inch.”

“I did get an inch.”

“This is more than an inch.” He said, gathering her hair around her shoulders, fanning the long strands out, frowning when he couldn’t find the colour he was searching for. “And you took the pink out.”

“It mostly washed out and my hairdresser was mad at me!” She laughed. “Not impressed at all. She changed it all back to blonde.”

“I liked the pink.” He said sadly.

“I am a bit old for the pink.”

“Never.” He smiled, moving to sit back against the seat. “Can’t believe you cut your hair. I specifically didn’t get a haircut because I know you like my hair longer.”

Robyn laughed as she moved to sit right beside him, their legs touching. “You are such a liar and a bad one at that. You just told me you spent the last two days sleeping. There was no time for you to go and get a haircut, especially when you have only just come back from New York.”

Shaking his head, Taron realised he had been caught out. “Alright fine but you did cut more than you said you would.”

“And it has grown a lot since I have seen you last.” She chucked at his face when as he stared at her. “You are a little protective of my hair.”

“I just like it long that’s all.” Taron turned to kiss her temple, his lips lingering a moment longer than necessary on her skin.

“I like it long too. You know it has taken me years to grow it out. It just really needed a good trim. I am never going to cut it short and it is still really long Taron. I mean it goes down past my shoulder blades.” She took in his doubtful face and smiling tapped his nose as she always did when he was giving her his best frown. “Hair grows Taron.”

“Yeah I know.” He tapped her nose back. “No sign of those freckles coming back either.”

“Taron…” Robyn’s voice was playful.

“Anyway, moving on, so you all set for this evening.” He asked her.

“You brought my dress?” She asked him.

“Yep. In the boot.”

“Then I am all set. I am looking forward to it.”

“To the musical or the red carpet?”

“The musical.” She whispered.

“I got the red carpet covered and I know Lyndsey has called you.”

“She has. Gave me some tips and answers and I promise to follow them.” She replied. “As best I can.” She added with a second thought.

“Do I get to see fiery Robyn tonight?” He asked her.

“Hopefully not. I promise to be good.”

“I know you will chicken.” Taron re-positioned his body a little against the back seat, rolling his neck and his shoulders when he felt a little uncomfortable twinge seep in before he settled.

“You ok?” Robyn asked him watching as his eyes closed and a little whimper left his lips as he rolled his head again, his right hand moving to the nape of his neck to rub the slight ache he obviously was feeling away.

“Just a little stiff and sore. Re-shoots are always gruelling. Trying to cram as much as we can into the last few hours we have. Instead of being tired I am just a little tender.”

“Am I getting flashbacks from when you came to my home and every move you made hurt you?”

“No you’re not. Just some of the perks of the job. Sleeping constantly over the last two days hasn’t really helped. I will be right as rein for this evening and you don’t have to give me that look. I am just fine. Our bathroom has a rainfall shower. Might take extra advantage of it this evening.”

“Bet you are glad to be finally finished.”

“It’s been one of the longest shoots.”

“Didn’t help the break in-between either.”

“No, it dragged it out but it’s done. I am glad I am not in Matthew’s shoes. He has just under a month to edit and get the movie ready for release.”

“Surely it would have made more sense to just push the release date back?”

“In theory yes but in reality, no. Not with all the promotion already organised and booked. It’s just a logistical mess and editing a movie is much easier when it comes down to it all.”

“You are going to be busy in April.” Frowned Robyn.

“You too.”

“Not as busy as you.”

“Seven shows as Mimi?” He countered

“Yeah but I have one show an evening. You have a gazillion interviews and press thingy-ma-bobs one after the other in a gazillion different countries.”

“Sounds about right.” Laughed Taron. “Press thingy-ma-bobs. You’re still going to get me a ticket to your show?”

“Yep as soon as they go on sale.”

“And a front row seat?”

“I will get you a good seat Taron. Maybe not front row cos it is quite close to the stage. Sometimes a few rows back are best.”

“Perfect. I am very happy our dates don’t clash.”

“Me too but you are straight into promotion on the Monday after you come to see RENT.”

“I will be fine. I always get a fabulous sleep in your bed. It can be my last cosy duvet sleep before the madness starts.”

“Did you plan this whole thing yourself? Talk to the musical society so our dates wouldn’t clash with yours and that you would be able to have at least one decent sleep before you went on your promotional tour?”

“Dammit, my secret is out! The promotion is always so tiring so I will need a good sleep before it starts and I have always had a wonderful sleep at your house.”

“You can bring your throw with you when you are working.”

“That is exactly what I am going to do. That throw has been a life saver to me.” As Taron spoke, Robyn yawned rubbing her eyes. “You are in need of a nap.”

“I don’t nap.” Replied Robyn through another yawn, frowning as it left tired watery tears in her eyes. She wiped them again but it made no difference as she found herself just closing her eyes as she was struck with a bout of yawning.

“You are going to make me start soon.” He chuckled watching as she tried to stop herself from doing it again but failed. “Hey Anthony, how long till we get to the hotel?”

“About half an hour Taron.” He replied looking in his mirror to him, “Traffic isn’t that bad at the moment.”

“We’ll be there soon Robyn and I think a nap is on the cards. I don’t want you falling asleep on me tonight at the musical.”

“Me sleep through a musical? Never but a nap would probably be a good idea.”

“How many hours have you worked this week?” He asked slipping his arm around her waist.

“I started at seven most mornings.”

“And finished at?”

“Probably after six and then last night a little later.”

“Robyn that is a near sixty-hour week!” Taron exclaimed. “And you have musical rehearsals twice a week too.”

“Actually, it was fifty-two.”

“You are going to burn out Robyn. Please tell me you have some holidays coming up soon.”

“Well actually, St Patrick’s Day is in three weeks so we get a day off for that.”

“Wow a whole day. That’s a fucking wonderful holiday.” He replied sarcastically.

“And if you let me finish, I was going to see about taking the day after off…”

“You need more than a day off.”

“And again if you let me finish this sentence which is a particularly long one….” She turned to look at him and he gestured with his right hand for her to continue. “St Patrick’s Day is on a Tuesday this year so we get the Monday off anyway but I have already put my request in to get the Wednesday off and it would be three days off along with the weekend and…” Robyn covered Taron’s mouth with her left hand as she saw him about to interrupt her again. “And I was going to see if you were free to come and visit and spend St. Patrick’s Day with me and Jesus Taron! Stop with the licking!” Taking her hand away, she wiped her palm on his t-shirt under his shirt, adoring the feeling of his chest moving as under her hand as he laughed.

“I can go and be Irish for a day?” Taron asked a little excitedly, his voice deepening, his accent getting stronger as it always did when his tone lowered.

“Yes if you have no plans, you wanna come over to be Irish for the day?”

“Can I get back to you? I am almost sure I am free and would love to come over but I am working with my agent at the moment for a new role and I want to make sure the screen test isn’t that weekend.”

“Of course. So which script is it? The desperately in love man who can’t get the girl or the son who lives in an abusive household.”

“The second one.”

“Taron that’s fantastic. I know how much you had wanted that part.”

“Hopefully you can rub some Irish luck on me before you go tomorrow so I can have a hells chance of getting it.”

Robyn ran her two hands down his face smirking enjoying the boyish chuckle he made. “There ya go and just ask if you need more. Also don’t sell yourself short Taron. You are an incredible actor.”

“You have to say that. You are my best friend.”

“I said it before I was your best friend. You know that.”

“Yeah I do and thank you and if the screen test isn’t then, I will definitely come and be Irish with you. Top of the mornin’ to ya!” He laughed.

“Oh Taron, no sweetheart no.” Robyn slid from around his arm, patted his thigh and turned her body to face him. “If you are coming to Ireland for St. Patrick’s Day there are some rules and the first one is, no typical Irish puns in dreadfully clichéd Irish accents. You will be slaughtered!”

“Alright ok. What is rule number two?”

“Wearing green is obligatory as well as half a shamrock plant.”

“I can do that. Anything else?”

“Nope that is it.”

“Well if I go, I can follow those rules easily. Can I add a third one?”

“Sure.”

“A pint of Guinness. I must have a pint of Guinness.”

Smiling, Robyn lifted his arm and slipped back under it. “We can definitely get you a pint of the black stuff.”

Grinning Taron nodded. “As soon as I know if I am free, I will let you know.”

“Great. It will be low key St. Patrick’s Day Taron. I actually hate Dublin on Patrick’s Day. It is so horribly busy but Kilcreen has a parade and my choir normally puts on a little concert in the town square afterwards and there is a duck race and a few other things.”

“A duck race?”

“People can buy a yellow plastic duck in the town for five euro. Then all the ducks are launched into the canal at the locks and they float, very slowly, under the bridge towards a finish point and the person who bought the winning duck gets a prize.”

Taron chuckled. “Obviously a very traditional Irish activity.”

“In Kilcreen yeah.”

“Well chicken, if I can go, I will wear my best green outfit and buy a duck.”

Robyn smiled. “Great.” Another yawn left her lips and she shook her head. “Jesus sorry Taron.”

Using his right hand on her cheek, he guided her head to his chest. “Just close your eyes.”

Doing as he asked, Robyn closed her tired eyes and allowed herself to melt into him, enjoying the warmth his body always provided her. As much as she loved coming to see Taron, their time together was always so short and as she sat against him, listening to his heart beat and feeling his chest rise and fall with every breathe he took, she wished they were able to have more than forty-eight hours together just once.

It was a pleasant ten minute cuddle they got with each other as Anthony drove them to their hotel and once they had pulled up outside, Robyn had already opened the door before Anthony could get to do it.

“Shit sorry Anthony.” She apologised as she closed the car door. “It’s just habit, you know getting out of a car myself.”

With a grin, Anthony opened the boot of the car and took out their cases, handing Taron the two garment bags.

“So I will see you both at six?”

“Perfect. Thanks so much.” Agreed Taron. He went to take their cases but saw that Robyn had already lifted them both up onto the curb. “Robyn...”

“Don’t you start.” She said as he joined her at the curb, pointing her bunch of daffodils at him.

“It’s just they have a luggage service here chicken. You really don’t have to do that.”

Robyn turned to see a very well-dressed man walking towards them. “I can take those from you ma’am.” He stood beside Robyn and smiling, took the two small suitcases from her. “And sir, those as well?”

“Please.” Taron handed over the two garment bags.

“And the name sir?”

“Egerton.”

“I will bring them to your room.”

“Thank you very much.” Answered Taron and moved the two steps to stand beside Robyn who had that look on her face when she was getting ready to disapprove of something.

“Taron Egerton, didn’t I say specify simple and that you weren’t to go all out for a hotel room? Luggage service?”

“I didn’t.” He answered. “I didn’t even pay for the room.” He smiled, feeling all the love in the world at that current moment for how innocent Robyn really was when it came to being involved in his events and it just warmed his heart so much. He loved watching her get to enjoy the finer things in life his job gave to him and he was so happy to be able to share them with her, especially because this kind of luxury was an absolute treat for her and she became almost childlike with excitement. “It was an option that came with the tickets for the evening. We had a choice of hotels and I picked this one because it was the less extravagant of the three.”

“You get your room included in events you go to?”

“Not normally but for this one yep. So, you can’t be mad at me for anything to do with the hotel because I had nothing to do with it.” Taron linked his arm with hers. “Now shall we go and check in?”

“Sure, why not? Have you stayed here before?” She asked him as the doorman opened the door for them.

“Nope. This is a first for me too.”

Robyn actually stopped mid-step as she took in the grand luxury of the lobby, Taron pulling her a little to get her waking again. The dark grey wooden floor was shining and the burgundy sofas near the reception were a shade lighter than the dress she had picked. Expensive artwork decorated the walls and the green marble desk of the reception was a stunning emerald colour.

“Welcome to the Mandrake.” The receptionist said cheerily as they approached.

“I have a reservation under Egerton?” Explained Taron, trying not laugh at Robyn as he could see her looking around the lobby, her eyes wide.

“Ok great.” The receptionist typed the name into her computer. “Perfect. I have you here Mr. Egerton. You are booked into one of our terrace rooms for a one-night stay with your guest?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Fantastic.” After some more typing, the lady took a piece of paper that she had printed off from the computer and slid it towards Taron. “Could I just get you to sign here please?”

“Sure.” Taron took the pen and signed his name as instructed.

“Thank you. You are in room seven.” She explained as she handed him a key. “Along with our terrace rooms, comes an automatic reservation for a meal at Jurema, our restaurant beside the terrace rooms, so if you would like to use that, please just ring reception and we can organise that for you. With your room, you also have full access to the Waeska bar, again which is right beside the terrace rooms and there is some beautiful seating in the courtyard of the bar. Your room also a set of double doors which opens onto a private little terrace of your own.”

“That sounds perfect.” Taron picked up the key.

“To get to your room, take the left at the end of the reception where you will come to the lift. The terrace rooms are located on the fifth floor. Once onto the decking, you will see a sign which will guide you to a small corridor to the left of the lift. Once down the corridor you will see another sign that directs you to your room which is to the left. It is the very last room on that row, in the corner. It is one of our quietest rooms.”

“That sounds even better.” Smiled Taron. It was just what he had hoped for. A quiet room in a quiet area of the hotel.

“Check out tomorrow is at twelve and if you need anything at all during your stay, please don’t hesitate to call us here at reception.”

“Thank you very much.”

“You are more than welcome. Enjoy your stay here with us.”

Giving a nod, Taron slipped his hand in Robyn’s and with a pull, he guided her back down the lobby. “Cat got your tongue?” He asked her as they stood in front of the lift. “It is rare that Robyn Quinn is speechless.” Taron reached forward and pressed the button to call for the lift.

“This place is insane. I mean I have stayed in what I thought was a luxury hotel in Gran Canaria but it is nothing compared to this.”

Taron grinned. “Events like these have nothing but the best Robyn.”

“And didn’t you say this was the least expensive of the three.” Taron nodded and Robyn shook her head.

“It’s just the way it is chicken.” He replied giving her hand a squeeze. “All I can say to you is just enjoy it.” The lift dinged open with a little jingle and Taron looked to her. “Yeah, I know, Robyn. I know.”

“What’s wrong with a simple ding?” She asked as they walked into the lift, Taron pushing the button for floor five once inside and as the doors were closed, he gave her a hug. “What’s this for?” She asked against his shoulder.

“Just thought you needed one. I think you knew Elton’s was going to be, well Elton, but this weekend is a whole different ball game for you and I wanted to know I am so glad you came with me.”

“You gave me one of your vouchers Taron and I have already told you that I wanted to come. I wanted to see you and if it has to be in a hotel that probably costs a week’s wages a night for me then I guess it has to be so. Do you think there will be chocolates on the pillows?”

It was wonderful laugh that filtered through him. “I should hope so and if not, I will ring reception to ask for some.”

“You remember what happened the last time we were around a lift?” She asked him, a ridiculously stupid plan quickly forming in her mind.

“Vaguely.” He answered and although he laughed as Robyn moved her head to place a kiss on the side of his neck, his heart jumped out of his skin and he felt his legs buckle. His feelings hadn’t changed since they spent the few days over New Years together and while his friends continued to give him stick over his serious crush on the woman he was holding tight, they only increased when she slid into the car beside him earlier and now the kisses she left on his neck and jaw were burning his skin alive. “Ok ok!” He chuckled. “That’s enough of that!” He placed his hands on her shoulders and gave her a little push away from him.

Robyn’s face was in a full grin. “Just returning the favour.” She replied shrugging as the lift dinged again as it stopped at their floor.

Again, he found himself alone in the lift as Robyn walked out and he took some steps to follow her but nearly knocked her over, his hands wrapping around her stomach tightly to keep her standing as she stalled right in front of the lift. “Shit sorry Robyn.”

“Wow.” Was her answer to him as to why she had stopped and when he looked up, he repeated her words.

It looked like they had stepped out of a hotel and into a small tropical paradise. A pristine wooden decking covered the edge of the fifth floor and with the sturdy railings to the left and right of them, Robyn presumed those railings provided the privacy for the balconies each room had. Robyn walked over to the railing in front of her, Taron’s hands falling from her stomach and looked down to the fourth floor below them. Wicker chairs with white cushions and glass encased wicker tables were spread evenly along the fourth floor and there were two chair swings against the wall on the left side of the floor. There was a garden in the middle of the fourth floor surrounded by the same railing she was leaning on and within the little garden were palm trees and large tropical plants which only added to the serene atmosphere the terrace floor provided. To the right on the fourth floor was a wooden bar and more seats and tables which were decorated with candles. Above the bar, the railings for the private balconies which were covered in leafy green vines. More vibrant vines climbed the walls and trellises around the two floors and the sunlight from the windows flooded everywhere with a stunning brightness which helped create the outdoors feeling.

“This is incredible.” Commented Robyn. “I don’t feel like I am in London any more and that is for sure.”

“Definitely something else. Shall we go and find our room?”

“Yes.”

Grinning at Robyn’s change in attitude towards the fancy hotel, he let her lead the way down the small corridor beside the lift as instructed and once they reached the next set of decking and greenery, Robyn turned left and walked down the hallway to the very end. “Number seven, right?”

“Yep.”

Robyn stopped outside a wooden door and waited for Taron. “You want to do the honours?” He asked her.

“Nope. That’s ok. You go ahead.”

He held the key against the keypad and once he heard the click, pushed down on the handle and opened the door. “After you and now I see you wanted me to open the door. So, you could get in first and take the chocolates from the pillow!”

Robyn was laughing as she walked into the room but again stopped misstep, Taron having to come to a sudden complete halt behind her. “You need to stop doing that Robyn.”

“Wow.”

It seemed to be their word of the hour as once again Taron repeated it. The room had a small hallway with a wooden wardrobe to the right of them and once they moved through the small walkway, it brought them into the actual room. Taron was prepared for Robyn stopping this time and side stepped around her. The room was a generous size and to their left, against the wall, a large king bed, with a wooden head board, white spotless sheets, duvet cover and pillows and two red decorative cushions. The cushions matched the long floor to ceiling curtains which hung in front of four wide glass panelled doors. In front of the bed, a light brown couch, four more red cushions adorning it. An oval coffee table with two glasses and jug of water sat on a large square mat in front of the couch. A very large flat screen TV was mounted to the wall at the right-hand side and underneath that a desk that spanned the length of the all and under the desk a fridge and mini bar. To the right of the TV was a mirror and under the desk at the mirror a very comfortable looking chair.

“This is beautiful.” Robyn walked into the room and dropped her shoulder bag and flowers on the couch. She made her way to the right and into the large bathroom which was decked out in white marble with grey swirled through it. A large oval mirror was sat on the wall over the sink and the shower had glass doors with two white dressing gowns hung on them.

“That my rainfall shower?” Taron asked as he stepped in beside her.

“I think so.” Robyn opened the doors of the shower. “Yep.”

“Fantastic. I have been looking forward to that since I heard there was one.”

“Your shoulders must be really sore Taron if you have been looking forward to this all week.”

“Just a bit. We were doing a lot of hand to hand combat scenes and I got knocked to the floor a lot, landing on my shoulders.”

“Maybe you should have brought your shoulder massage voucher.” She winked.

“Maybe I did.” He winked back.

“Well if not, you will have to make do with the shower then.” She laughed as she walked past him and back into the room noticing that the suitcases were just outside the bathroom door. “Hey our cases are here.”

“That is why they were taken when we arrived chicken. Our clothes are probably in the wardrobe too.”

Curious, Robyn walked back to the little entrance hallway and opened the wardrobe. On the railing hung the two garment bags. She was about to open Taron’s to look at his suit when he called her name, so instead she closed the doors and followed his voice. He had opened the balcony doors and was standing outside on the decking. She joined him and was tempted to say wow again but held it in. Their corner room gave them a slightly bigger balcony and they could see right over the whole fourth floor, the railing entirely covered with the vines giving them complete privacy from anyone looking up.

“I feel like we are actually outside even though we aren’t.”

“We were really lucky with this room. Right away from the bar. It will be nice and quiet here.”

“I want to have a go on those chair swings.” She said excitedly pointing towards the chairs handing from the metal chains.

Taron laughed. “You do have your own chair swing.”

“Yeah I know but it has been in my garden shed since the end of September. Can’t use it when the weather is shitty.” Robyn turned to lean on the railing. “Thanks Taron. This is amazing.”

“I didn’t do anything Robyn.”

“You invited me.”

“Because of a present you gave me for Christmas.”

“Because I wanted to do more things like this with you, to spend more time with you.”

“And normally this is where I throw in the part about how I am here because of you but I won’t because I know you are going to do that!” Taron laughed as she gently poked him in his side. He went to poke her back but as she moved and he threw his arms around her instead and hugged her close, giggling with her, smiling a little sadly as she yawned again. “How about that nap?”

“No Taron. Let’s go explore this place. I am dying to see what the other floors are like.”

“We have the whole weekend to do that Robyn. You are exhausted and I know you want to enjoy the evening tonight and if you are tired, you won’t be able to thoroughly do so.”

“But this is your weekend too. I don’t want to be sleeping when we are together.”

“Robyn, being here with you is all I need and I am happy to lay on this bed and get some rest too. It’s only ten in the morning. We have the whole afternoon to explore. Anthony is coming back to get us at six so we have time.”

As another yawn filled her whole body, Robyn nodded and agreed. She was extremely excited about going to watch The Prince of Egypt on stage and knew that even if she wasn’t too fond of taking naps, to be fully awake and on her game for the red carpet, a little bit of sleep would do her the world of good. They walked back into the room and Taron closed the balcony door and locked them too and turning around laughed as Robyn jumped backwards and landed on the bed with a bounce, one of the cushions falling onto the floor.

“It is comfy?” He asked as he pulled the curtains closed.

“Not as good as mine it will do.” Robyn turned and moved up the bed so she was laying on the left-hand side. She full belly laughed as Taron walked up the alongside her side of the bed and crawled over her to get to his side. “Ugh you’re a proper tosspot.” She giggled, pushing his legs off her, rolling onto her side so she could look at him as he lay on his back.

“But you love me.”

“Sometimes I wonder.” She replied enjoying the fake look of hurt he gave her. “Yes, I love you.”

“Right then. Nap time. Get over here.” Taron patted the edge of the pillow he was laying on and Robyn shuffled over to him and lay her head there. He reached for the TV controller on the locker beside him and turned it on.

As Taron flicked through the early morning programmes, Robyn snuggled a little closer to him, glad when Taron moved his arm so she could lay her head on his shoulder. Being close to Taron felt so natural to her now and it was just a warmth and comfort she couldn’t get anywhere else except from him. Her stomach twisted in knots and though she thought it was nerves as her appearance on the red carpet with Taron creeped closer, in her heart she knew it wasn’t. It was the true and honest love she knew she had for the man who was slowly running his hand up and down her left arm. She hoped he couldn’t feel her heart racing in her chest as she lay cosily against him. She couldn’t help the content little sigh that left her lips and nestling her face a little closer to him, she decided that if this was how good naps were, she would take one every day.

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