#i was like oh yeah i half assed an oc like 4 months ago and drew him a whole total of ONCE

[kwyoz]

do u think a bitch that can unhinge his jaw gives great head or no?

[lostfirefly]

You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me (Ch.9)

Hello, kiddos! The idea for this fanfic came to me from a dream (again) I had about a month ago. Тhe main characters were T. Cruise & H.Cavill (don't ask me why), but with a light hand they have been replaced. The main action of the dream took place somewhere in the sands. Аlthough this fanfic will feature Sir Crocodile and our beloved Buggy, the action shifts to the desert. No marines, ships etc. The devil fruit's abilities are preserved. Catch the Mummy and Indiana Jones vibes :) Different titles and names from the original source material will be used to emphasise the general OP's vibe.

Since English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :) 

And thank you to my dear @yujo-nishimura and @laurasoretta for believing in me :)

Description: Catherine, a librarian who is searching for the trail of her sister who went missing on an expedition. Notes in books and diaries lead her to Cairo. There she finds a retailer from an artifact shop who, in exchange for selling her a map and equipment, insists that Catherine take her along. They get into a little (or maybe a big) adventure.. 

Warnings: Mythical creatures are mentioned in the text. I had to open books to refresh some of my knowledge and made everything more or less close to the original myths. Half of ch. 9 is completely from my dream. We're coming to the final. Catherine is smart (but I love smart girls). One more riddle :) Adventures and fun are still here (I hope). Buggy x OC, Sir Crocodile x OC.

To tell the truth I'm not happy with this chapter :( Hope you enjoy it!

Words: 2678

The title is taken from «You've Got the Same Dream as Me» (Sonya Belousova & Giona Ostinelli) (One Piece, Netflix)

Taglist: @gingernut1314

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• Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

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"It's all your girl's fault! If she'd read those Egyptian poems properly, do you know what we'd have? Oh yeah, our way back?!", Crocodile hissed through his teeth, holding Buggy's head in his hands while the clown's body lay on the ground.

"If, as you put it, she hadn't been reciting those fucking Egyptian poems, we never would have gotten here!".

Rika, Catherine, Laura and Jules sat against the wall and watched the scolding.

"They've been yelling at each other for about fifteen minutes. Rika, I obviously deeply despise you for what you did and don't really want to talk to you, but could you ask your man to put Buggy's head back where it belongs?" Catherine mumbled, propping her head up with her hands.

"Hone-e-y, I hate to admit it, but she's right, there's no time for a showdown right now," Rika said longingly, leaning the back of her head against the wall.

Crocodile held Buggy's head in his hands for a long time, muttering something to himself. With an inarticulate hiss, he tossed it to the ground. In the next second, Buggy connected the head to his body.

Catherine crawled over to Buggy as he shook his hair off the sand. At this time Crocodile sat down next to Rika, closed his eyes, and sighed heavily.

Laura and Jules watched with round eyes.

"Damn you, Crocodile!", barked back Buggy.

"Are you okay? Let me see…" Catherine began examining Buggy's head and face, running her hands through his hair.

"What are you doing?" he looked at her in surprise, grabbing her arm to stop her. "Don't!”

"Don’t do what? You know, even though you're the biggest pain in my ass, I'd like the person who can save my life to somehow make it to the end of our adventure,” she examined his face a few more times. "Well, there are some minor scratches, but you'll live. And thank you, by the way. You did it again. You’ve saved me,” she ran her fingers lightly through his hair once more and looked into his eyes.

“Kind of… Besides, you’ve got to take me to the gold,” he replied with a slight chuckle. 

“Laura, what's happening? What was that?" Jules nudged Laura in the side.

"Well, how can I tell you? It's the abilities from the devil fruit. But I've never seen people do anything like... like him before," she nodded toward the clown. "You know, people, I realize that Jules and I are a little extra at your celebration of life, but maybe you can tell me where we are?"

"Ah, yes. Give me some time, please. Ok, I'll try to find something in the book. You girls examine the map. Hey! The beehive! The diary," Catherine threw it towards Crocodile and sat against the wall. 

"What am I supposed to do?" asked Buggy in surprise.

"And you sit here with me, your head has already suffered today." 

For a few minutes there was silence in the cave, broken occasionally by the noise of turning pages and Crocodile's scolding.

"Hey, cot-, pie.. Catherine," Buggy leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear, "I w-w-... I’m...kinda...s-s-.....I'm...s-s-sorry..."

"For what?" she whispered back, continuing to flip through the pages of the book.

"Well...F-for what I said...well...about that.. one-"

"Yeah, I remember. I don't care. I just thought.. you… nevermind."

"I s-shouldn't have said that. It was.. w-w-r..," he mumbled uncertainty.

“Yes, it was.” She said, smiling slightly. “Thanks for apologizing, silly clown. Now I don't hate you. Now I just don't like you.” She made herself comfortable next to his shoulder.

“That's ok. I don't like you either.”

They continued to sit in the cold cave for about another 30 minutes. The wind occasionally blew out the torches. Because of the darkness and the hum of the wind, it began to seem as if there were rustles or footsteps coming from everywhere.

"Geez, my brain is starting to trick me. You haven't figured out where we are? Is there any chance of some mummy coming at us out of nowhere? I keep feeling like there's someone walking around" Jules looked around.

"So far I've figured out that we're in a cave with no name or maybe I don't understand something," Crocodile continued flipping through the journal. He moved closer to Catherine, "This place is described here, but rather superficially." They began to study the records in the dairy together.

Buggy, glancing at Crocodile, didn't even notice as he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder and moved her a little closer to him.

"We can name it something ourselves. The Legendary Cave, for example! And then we'll be remembered as a bunch of losers who died here," Laura said irritably.

"No one's going to die! We're not going to die, are we?" asked Jules in a panic.

"For fuck's sake, Jules! Seriously? You were going to go on an expedition somewhere with Crocodile without any preparation, as it turns out, and now you're whining about being stuck in a cave?" Catherine slapped the book on her lap.

Everyone looked at her in surprise. Catherine stood up from the ground, growling loudly. She took the torch and silently walked forward through the dark passage of the cave.

"I thought your sister was insufferable, but you're even worse. Score!" Rika shook her head with a smirk. “Hey, where are you going?”

There was no response. Buggy got up and went to get Catherine.

"You know, in horror movies when everyone gets separated, something bad happens," Laura replied quietly, running her hand over the sand, "Should we go after them?"

Everyone looked at each other and started packing up.

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you ok?" Buggy caught up with Catherine.

"What? No. I mean, yes. Everything is ok, I guess. I'm just...tired a little, though I have to admit, this is all pretty exciting," she ran her hands along the walls, "And do you get this often? Treasure hunts of all sorts."

"Well, from time to time...," he scratched his head. “To tell the truth, this time I’ve got a nic~”

"Well, there you are!" Jules shouted and hugged Catherine, "Sister, you can't do this. You're walking down a dark hallway into the darkness, there's no telling what's going on here."

"I just..." Catherine continued running her hand along the wall, "What's this?"

She held a torch at the wall, illuminating the drawings and various writings.

“What are these? Whose drawings are these?” Rika leaned against the wall and squinted her eyes.

"These are drawings of Egyptian gods and their symbols! Wow! They're hundreds of thousands of years old! You know, I'm insufferable sometimes...." 

"Sometimes?" everyone asked in unison.

"But do you realize that we are now in a place where perhaps only a few have been! Or maybe just Alabasta was here, and now we're. All right, the beehive, open the diary! Rika, Jules, Laura, try to get a rough idea from the map of where we are. Buggy, honey, hold the torch for me," Catherine could hardly hide her pleasure as she ran between the wall of drawings, checking the journal entries and the book.

She would periodically get up and sit on her knees, whispering something to herself under her breath and checking the notes. 

“Anu.. Os.. Sar.. Oh, people, you're going to laugh now. We're in the corridor of the dead.” 

“Where are we?” they asked in unison, and Buggy's head separated from his body in surprise. 

“Can you stop doing that??” Jules asked with a little disgust in her voice. 

“Hey!” Catherine barked at her sister. “Look, it's Geb, Osiris, Anubis and Serapis. They were all related to the afterlife in one way or another. See, this one. With the head of a black jackal. That's Anubis. He's the lord of the dead, the patron saint of funeral rituals. Pretty cool, huh?”

"Listen, girl, are you trying to trick me again? What the hell is the corridor of the dead? How do we get to the treasure?" Crocodile grabbed Catherine's shoulder. 

Rika and Buggy stealthily took two short steps forward. 

"If you want to get to your gold so badly, the very last thing you need to do is kill me. I can read and write ancient Egyptian, and I'll be very interested to watch you figure the riddles out without me." Catherine walked over to the wall of drawings, “Wow! One more…”

“One more.. what?” Rika asked.

“One more riddle! Give me a minute..,” she sat facing the wall and started mumbling to herself. “West.. Sign.. Death..”

“Death?” Laura asked.

“Shhhh! Don’t interrupt me! One second.. 

Lead your soul to the west, 

Find heaven and tree’s nest, 

There in the darkness you will see a sign, 

It will show you the way to the Grand Line. 

Be aware, believe your eyes,

Or you'll meet your death and no sunrise.” 

She looked back at everyone over her shoulder with undisguised admiration on her face. All five of them were looking at her with a silent question in their eyes. 

“What does that mean?" asked Jules.

“Jesus, Jules, you're useless sometimes. How were you ever going to go on an expedition?” Catherine got up from her knees, shaking off her pants.

"Hey! I'm good at reading maps. I don't know how to solve the riddles" she pouted.

“Well, my friends. As I said, Anubis is the god of the afterlife. According to myths, he led souls across the stony deserts of the west to the paradise of Osiris.” Catherine leaned her back against the wall.

“What's a tree got to do with this riddle?” Crocodile asked.

“The Tamarisk tree was considered a symbol of Anubis. Look at the wall. All gods look to the east. But only Anubis' feet are turned to the west. I bet if we continue down the tunnel we'll come to the right place, to yours.. to the Grand Line, I guess,” Catherine waved her hand towards the tunnel. 

They gathered their belongings and moved down the long corridor. The silence was broken by the sound of footsteps and occasional whispers. Jules was talking to Laura about all sorts of things. Rika and Crocodile looked back periodically and whispered about something. Every time there was a noise, Crocodile put his hand on Rika's back. 

"You know, even though that beehive is all evil, I think it's really cute how protective he is of his girlfriend," Catherine whispered to Buggy. "How's your head? Does it hurt?"

"No, I’m fine. Why are you asking?" he looked at her with round eyes.

"I just...," she blushed a little and cleared her throat. "Hey, when you find your treasure, how are you going to share it? Or are you going to fight until you get old? Because you.. well.. you know. You can't die in a battle like normal people. You could form one team. Call yourselves, I don't know... a Cross Guild. Race through all the caves of Egypt, collect treasure, strike fear into the Egyptians and the local mummies."

"Clown, if you don't shut her up, I'll shut her up myself!" Rika said with annoyance.

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They walked along the corridor, illuminated only by torches, for about ten minutes. And finally came out into a large part of the cave, more reminiscent of an underground hall. Faint rays of light were shining inside. The air was noticeably lighter here. 

“Find heaven.. and tree’s nest..”, Catherine whispered.

“You know, if I died, probably the heavenly light would be like the one I see now,” Buggy pointed his hand at the rays of light.

“You see! You're a very smart boy!” she tousled his hair. “We should find the tamarisk tree. A sigh or a drawing. I don’t know. Neither the book nor the diaries describe what the tree looks like.” 

Everyone dispersed to different sides of the cave and began to survey the space.

"People!" came Laura's sudden shout, "There's something here."

Everyone walked over to her. Laura was pointing her finger at a slab in the wall. 

"I don't know what this Tesseract looks like..."

"Tamarisk."

"Whatever. But I couldn't find any other trees.” 

"There are still drawings here!" shouted Jules, "On these walls."

"And here!" replied Crocodile and Rika.

“Believe your eyes.. Believe your eyes. Why eyes?..”

Catherine started running back and forth. Buggy walked over to her and slapped his fingers in front of her face. 

"Hey! Are you here?" 

She looked at him for a split second, sighed heavily, and rested her head against his chest. She kept muttering a riddle to herself under her breath and waved her hands. 

"And what is it with her? Has she completely lost her mind?" asked Rika, dropping to the floor and spreading the map in front of her. 

"Hey redhead girl, where do we go next?" Crocodile hissed and walked over to Catherine. Buggy instinctively put a hand on her back and took a step backwards away from Crocodile. 

“There in the darkness you will see a sign… Find heaven. Who's got the compass?”

Rika walked over to Catherine, put the compass in her hand and squinted at her. "You know, clown, I'm even starting to feel sorry for you."

Catherine pulled a mirror out of her trouser pocket. "Now, my chop chop friend, I need your help. Can you send your hand with the mirror up there and try to catch the sun bunny?" 

Buggy shrugged, took the mirror from her hand, detached his own hand, and held the mirror up to a faint ray of sunlight.  

“Damn you and your abilities,” she whispered with admiration. 

Finally, a beam of light hit the mirror, reflecting it pointed to the center of the floor. 

"Oh God, yes, you're the best!" Catherine looked at Buggy with big eyes. He blushed so red that he was as red in colour as his nose. 

“And now what?” Crocodile asked.

"Give me the map and the compass! Hurry!" Catherine practically snatched the map out of Rika's hands and placed it on the ground. She held the compass up, under the thin beam of light that fell, and yoked it to the map. "I knew it! The green light is barely peeking through, but I'm more than sure we're on the right way. There in the darkness you will see a sign.. What does it mean? Quick, we have to look at the tree drawings again." 

Everyone started looking round the walls again. 

“I found something!” Suddenly Laura's voice came through.

“Where? Where?” Catherine ran up to her. “Holy God! It's the sign of Anubis. It's Ankh!”.

"Look, he points clearly to the centre of the hall where the map is lying. What's next?" Jules came up behind her sister and rested her chin on her shoulder. 

"Paradise... Paradise... The opposite of the afterlife is paradise, right? What if we put a light on every tree? See, there are Anubis signs everywhere here one way or another. Either this is the very centre of the mythical afterlife... or it's just a dark cave with simple drawings," she laughed suddenly. 

Catherine put the mirror back in Buggy's hand, he separated his hand again and began catching sun bunnies, directing them at each drawing of a tree on the wall. All the rays converged on one spot. In the centre of the hall. A green beam of light from the compass reflected on all of Ankh's drawings. The green light from the compass and the white light from the mirror met in the centre of the hall. And then one large line of light pointed at the wall.

Catherine quickly leafed through the book and the diaries.

"I can't believe it!" she whispered, running her hand over the page.

"Believe what?" asked Crocodile irritably.

"According to Alabasta's book and the translations in the diary, we're at the right point. Brace yourselves, we're about to see the path," she said calmly.

"A path to what?" asked Buggy and Crocodile at the same time.

"To your gold, boys."

[sarahsmi13s]

Duckie

Chapter 2

pairing: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x twin sister!reader, kendall adams (oc) x bradshaw!reader, (eventual) jake ‘hangman’ seresin x bradshaw!reader

characters: bradley bradshaw, y/n bradshaw, kendall adams, penny benjamin

word count: ~1.6k (i know, it’s weird for me too. but i’ll make up for it in chapter 3)

warnings: drinking, mentions of cannon character death, pregnacy, please let me know if I missed any

a/n: yes, the gif is kendall from big time rush, but he is also our sweet sweet guitar boy 

series summary: daughter of goose and carole and twin sister to bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, y/n bradshaw also got her papers pulled when she tried to enlist in the Navy. which turned out to not be as bad as she thought.

chapter summary: when y/n and kendall go to visit bradley in california before he goes to flight school, they’ve got a big birthday surprise for him ;)

ch 1  ch 3  ch 4  ch 5

************* (21, turning 22)

You and Kendall decided to fly up to California to spend your birthday, and about a month up there, since soon Bradley would be off to Maryland and you would have limited time to see each other.

You knocked on the door to your childhood home, Kendall holding both your bags while you bounced in anticipation. Bradley had no idea you were coming, you hadn’t been feeling well the past couple weeks and he assumed that you would stay home so as to not get others sick.

You knocked once again, hearing a small groan and footsteps speeding up behind the door. “I’m coming!” 

The door swung open and Bradley stopped, dropping his water bottle. 

“Oh my gosh!” He picked you up and spun you around, “What are you doing here? I thought you were sick?” You shook your head, “Nope. It was just a little something, it went away like a week and a half ago.” He looked at Kendall and brought him in for a bro hug, “Good to see you, Ken Doll.” Your boyfriend laughed, “Good to see you too, Brad Squared.”

You smiled and moved to pick up your bag but both boys stopped you, “Nuh uh.” “Nope.” 

Kendall swooped up your bag and Bradley moved to let you in. “I can carry things, you know.” “Not when we’re around.” You shook your head, “Ken, my room is this way.” You walked him through the house and to your room.

When you came back you found Bradley on the back porch.

“See you didn’t change my room,” you chuckled as you leaned on the railing. 

“You kiddin’ me? You woulda kicked my ass if I touched your stuff.” “Yeah, but what about when you bring girls over?” “I go to their place.” You just shook your head, “Ever the player Bradley.” “You know it.” “Gross, I was kidding.” You gagged and shoved him.

You both came back in and Kendall was already on the couch. “See you’re comfortable already,” you plopped down next to him and his arm went to your waist. 

“Hey, I was thinking about going to the Hard Deck, just hang out. Talk to some friends.” You nodded and craned your neck to look at Kendall, “I’m down.” He pursed his lips and nodded, “Yeah sure.” Bradley nodded and checked his watch, “Okay, we could go about 6? Gives us like 3 hours to hang out and get ready.” You smiled, “Beach?” The two guys shared a look, “Beach.”

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Later, you, Kendall, and Bradley walked into the Hard Deck. “Wait, we didn’t decide on a DD,” Bradley mentioned. You raised your hand, “I’ll be DD.” “You sure?” You nodded, “Yeah, I’m sure. You two have fun.” Kendall rubbed your back as you went to the bar.

“Hi, sweetie, what can I get you?” “Um, two beers, bottles are fine. And what do you have that’s non alcoholic?” The bartender threw the towel over her shoulder, “Well, I’ve got lemonade, sweet tea, soda, and water of course.” “Okay, I’ll take a lemonade, please.” “Comin’ right up.”

She gathered the beers and sat them down. “So, you’re the designated driver?” She questions as she pours the lemonade, while nodding towards the two men. You nodded, “Yes, ma’am.” “Which one’s yours?” You chuckled, “Technically both.” She rose a brow. “The one with the stache is my brother, the one in the bright board shorts is my boyfriend.” She nodded, “Got it.” 

She glanced back at them, brows pinching in confusion and her eyes widened in realization.

You followed her gaze, seeing that she was looking at Bradley and then turned to her. She looked at you, “Wait, are you Goose Bradshaw’s kids?” 

You nodded, pride in your chest hearing your dad’s call sign. “I should have known, he looks just like him.” You chuckled, “Yeah, the stache and the shirt, it’s crazy.” “You, little miss, look like your Mama. But I can see your Daddy in there too.” You laughed, grabbing your drinks, “Thank you, Miss…?” “Penny, Penny Benjamin,” she told you with a smile. 

Your jaw dropped, “Wait, you’re THE Penny Benjamin?” “One and only.” “Wow, we heard a lot about you growing up.” She cringed, “I don’t know if that’s good or bad.” “Well, it came from the one and only Maverick, if that’s any hint.” 

“Just don’t tell me you followed in my footsteps,” she begged, a chuckle right behind it. You shook your head, “I haven’t dated a Navy man, no. Not to say I didn’t see my fair share of football players, before settling with my guitar player over there.” She smiled, “That’s good. Have fun, girl. Don’t hesitate to let me know if you need anything.” You nodded, grabbing the drinks and walking away before turning right back around. 

“I still need to pay for these.” You laughed, sitting the drinks down and pulling out your wallet. “First round’s on me. I’ll start your tab on the second round,” she threw you a wink before tending to someone else. You smiled and grabbed your things and went to the table.

After a few rounds, you all head back to the house for a shower and then settle in the living room for a movie.

“What are we watching?” You asked as you squeezed your hair with a towel. 

“I’m thinking of Spider-Man, but I want you to pick since you didn’t drink and it’s also your birthday,” Bradley said, moving out of the way of the dvd and vhs collection. You gave him an appreciative smile and sat cross-cross in front of the cabinet.

“Speaking of drinks, I’ve got some. I got beer, wine, and I think there’s Crown in there,” Bradley said pointing to the kitchen. “I’ll take a beer,” Kendall said, moving his gaze from you to your brother. 

He snapped his fingers, “One beer, got it. Y/N, you want anything?” You shrugged while looking through movies, “Got Dr. Pepper?” “Uh yeah I think so. Want that with anything? Like I said, I got Crown.” “Just the soda is okay, thank you Brad.”

Your brother tilted his head before glancing at your boyfriend, silently asking if you were okay. Kendall just shrugged, shaking his head. Bradley nodded and decided to chalk it up to you not wanting to get sick.

You decided to go with your brother’s choice, having no problem watching a superhero movie. “Okay, now that that’s in, I can get comfortable.” You go to sit down but stop, “Snacks, I need snacks.” Kendall laughed, giving your butt a small pat when you walked by. “What do you want, Babe?” He shrugged, “Whatever you got.” You nodded and went to the kitchen.

“Brad, do you have cookies? Like Chips Ahoy or something?” He just nodded and pointed to the cabinet. 

You opened it and gasped, making Bradley jump. “What?” You reached in and grabbed the box, “You have the ones with M&M’s in them! Yes!” He laughed and shook his head, watching you reach in and grab something else. “And you have goldfish.” “Yeah, I’ve got popcorn in the microwave. What movie did you pick?” “Spider-Man.” 

Your brother looked at you, squinting his eyes, “Really? Y/N you don’t have to pick what I pick just because I picked it. It’s your birthday too, I want you to have fun.” “Bradley, I want to watch it, I promise. If I’m not having fun, I’ll let you know. Okay?” He nodded, “You promise?” “Promise.”

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The movie ended and both Kendall and Bradley had fallen asleep. You looked at the clock, 2:30 AM.

You got up and decided to go to the back porch.

As you looked up at the sky and watched waves roll by, arms wrapped around your middle. “Did I wake you?” Kendall shook his head, planting a kiss on the back of yours, “No. I woke up and thought you had gone to throw up in the bathroom.” You shook your head, “No, I’m okay. You should go to bed though, I’ll be in in a bit okay.” He nodded and gave you a kiss, “Happy birthday, sweet girl.” “Thank you, baby.” He gave you another quick kiss before retreating to the bedroom.

You looked up at the sky and sighed, your hand splayed out on your stomach. 

“I wish you guys could have met him. He’s great. He makes me feel like I’m the only girl in the world. When I’m with him… it’s like the world doesn’t even exist. Dad you would have loved him, he’s funny and respectful, makes your little duck feel like a queen.”

You sighed, “I’ve always dreamt of a love like this, a love like you and mom have.” You decided to let the tears flow instead of holding them back. 

“We miss you, Bradley and I.” You choked on a sob, hand gripping at your shirt. “Your two little chicks aren’t so little anymore. And in about 9 months, you’ll have a little grand-gosling.”

“Wait what?” Your brother's groggy voice made you jump. “Geez, Bradley! You scared me.” 

“What did you say?” You gave him a small smile, “I’m pregnant, Brad. You’re gonna be an uncle.” That really woke him up. “Wait, really? Are you serious? Like you aren’t playing a joke on me right now.” “I’m 100% serious.” “Great balls of fire! That’s amazing!” You were scooped up in a hug, laughing at the use of your dad’s old catchphrase.

He sat you down, “So that’s why you felt sick. And why you weren’t drinking.” You nodded, “Yup.” “When are you due?” You shrugged, “Around February.” “When did you find out?” “About two weeks ago. We think it happened right after graduation.” “Okay, I don’t want to think about that.” 

You laughed and so did Bradley. “Why don’t we get some sleep and tomorrow we can go see the Kazanskys? Then maybe a beach day? Go see mom and dad?” You nodded, “Sounds perfect. Goodnight, Brad.” “Goodnight Duckie.”

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well, would you look at that. another bradshaw is on the way

do you think the little gosling is gonna be a boy or a girl? 

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[zirkkun]

Yo you have every right to be upset about things! You're still a person with your own feelings and deserve to be treated kindly. No one should come at you for making things you enjoy or for misunderstandings. I hope things get better for you even if I wasn't here for when all the drama happened (or maybe I was and just wasn't aware of it? I tend to avoid drama as much as possible tbh)

I didn't really post about it much. I think I answered about 4 asks about it (three of them in the same post because i was sure it was the same anon due to the similar string of seemingly continued messages) and the rest I just deleted as soon as they came in, but I got... A lot. A lot of mean things said too. Kinda hurts when you wanted to make something because you knew this work was highly criticized and wanted to let people give it a second chance only to be shot down by the people you were hoping to defend lol

In short, and a lot of it I missed because I was blocked by a lot of people so my friend sent me screencaps; someone took I believe only the old ask box post I had for ULR, which at the time was called "Underlust Rewrite," and was disgusted at the fact that everything was revamped and "made for kids" (because it's not 18+ explicit content, but as I've said before, it's just cause I'm too scared to be horny on main, and I've literally made a whole different biological system for ULR so I can write the necessary story ""sex scenes"" without it being human-like sex or otherwise uncomfortable or too explicit for me to draw, but I still consider it a mature story overall), so they blocked me instantly here and on twitter and then made a callout post on twitter itself. People were telling me originally to stop calling the AU Underlust, and I didn't really get it at first, because like, what's the difference between my spinoff and, say, Underlust Gold, Swapfell Indigo, TS!Underswap, you know, names that have add-ons from the original title to differentiate it but still connect it to the source. So that's what I said, as well as if I removed the Underlust name, it would be considered stealing to me, because I'd be disconnecting it from the source. But apparently, instead, what had been the concern was that it was just being called "Underlust" and the "Rewrite" aspect was implying I was replacing the original story, which like, had never been my intention and I've made a bunch of things with both the ULR and UL cast together and love the idea of Lust and Ace meeting up and just being a disaster duo of not working together at all. I just adore Underlust like it's in my pinned FAQ, Lust's been in my banner for months now, and he's practically my staple pfp character on every account but here atm.

It took like 3 days for it to actually click what was going on, because once I finally got the chance to have a conversation with someone where they weren't telling me I was the scum of the Earth -- which, honestly, bless the three people I talked to, they were so sweet (which actually included someone from the Japanese side of the fandom whose art I loved too... yeah it got pretty far. Once I sent them a message though it was cleared up quickly and they did post a clarification post about ULR and me, so that was nice to see.) -- I finally got the chance to realize that this was a misunderstanding from the beginning, from both sides, where people coming at me were saying I was doing all of the stuff above and probably more but those stuck the most, while I was confused as to where this information and accusations were coming from and what they were referring to in the first place. They probably never explained it in the anon asks because, well, they probably assumed I knew what I was doing, but when they came at me about something I didn't do with vague context of something I did do, I was very confused, and got really defensive really quickly, and really honestly snapped pretty hard. After my first initial explanation post and people were still trying to tell me to stop ULR/don't call it Underlust/whatever else there was, I just got tired and told people to block me if they didn't like it. But that didn't really stop anyone and honestly made it worse because that's when I started getting really nasty messages. I like... Specifically remember one where someone called me a lowlife and a thief, and that one stuck the most, but I tended to not read through them before deleting them for my own sanity. I actually did this to one of the people who'd later talked to me calmly about it at first too, because I had just woken up, and really didn't want to read an essay lecture on everything everyone's been telling me at the crack of 7am when I was borderline ready to delete my account and start over lol

Some people I do remember were accusing me of trying to censor nsfw content or erase it as well because ULR isn't 18+, and I'm out here on my horny ass like "wh. What are they talking about, where did you get that idea, have you SEEN my ao3 recommended list," /j but in all seriousness I really didn't understand that accusation at all because I've never been against nsfw content in the slightest and lowkey? This is very dumb -- but like, you know how they say when you get hate mail, you know you've made it? Well, for me, my thought has always been, "When there's 18+ fancontent of my OC's, I'll have finally made it." This is... Not a joke, some of my friends think its very weird LMAO oh well. I've been on the internet for far too long at this point -- like, definitely since I was far too young, probably, and being with a family of the next youngest being 12 years older than me, I really dove into stuff pretty quickly I definitely shouldn't have, but hey that's life -- I'm really unfazed by mostly anything now. Hell, me making ULR was honestly half motivated by me wanting to make others more comfortable with this kind of media, discussing sexuality and otherwise sexual-considered topics, without really being embarrassed or bothered by it. Because, people talk about death and killing and whatever other gorey stuff just fine, but the moment sex comes up, people just gasp in awe, y'know? I kind of grew up that way myself but like... ironically, in being more comfortable with my asexuality, I realized that it's honestly not that big of a deal. Sure, we don't need to hear the details of everything. We don't need to hear the details of a murder either. But I will never understand how murder is always the lowest on the "morally wrong list of things to not to" to so many people and that it's fine to mention, but even consider bringing up anything else and it's like, a sin and you're a bad person. Even racism is like, higher up on there for a lot of people, which it's like... this is an issue that needs to be discussed, or it can never be solved. You can't just kick that away and hope it goes away on its own, that's never how it works.

Ah, well, now I've gone off tangent lol. Sorry to make you read a blob of text lmao but having things in a cohesive format of what I've been thinking does feel a bit better. Thank you for the support regardless, and I do want to keep making what I really enjoy, because frankly, I really want to make things that make people take a step back and think for a moment, y'know? Things that invoke like a realization in yourself about something you didn't even know. That's how fiction's always been for me, so I want to give back by making it that way too. ... maybe my horny content is exempt from this however. That's just. Self indulgence LMAO.

Probably helps that I'm actually talking this all out for once, too, since before any of this I tried to keep as much of the situation contained to myself as possible in hopes I could clean it up before it got too bad. That was, in hindsight, probably a terrible idea lol. But I didn't want to be a source of stress for anyone following me or become the new creator-to-defend that like, 50% of people hate and 50% of people love and that you're either on one side or the other and there's no where in between. (I feel like Arin Hanson comes to mind for me every time I think of someone like this.) I know I can't please everyone and I knew internet hate would come eventually, but like, didn't expect it to be over a name or tag choice. I thought that would be a simple enough DM or clearable thing but apparently not, especially since I saw someone a few weeks ago delete their blog over a similar thing (though, the opposite, in a way: posting nsfw in a sfw tag by mistake). It wasn't in the UT fandom so y'all probably weren't following them (tbf I wasn't either, I just witnessed it happen from start to finish), but it was still disheartening.

Anyway, thank you, and sorry to make ya read all of that (if you actually did vahdbs don't blame you if you don't it's a lot of thought dump lmao)💕💕

[justniaaa]

Unravel Me (4)

Gif by: @blackisblackisblack​

Rating 18+NSFW

Work Count: 3.4k

Pairing: Christopher “Rio” Martinez xblack!oc

Warning: Swearing, mentions of a gun

A/N: Hey my loves! I’ve missed you guys so much, so sorry for the late update. I’m not going to lie and say it wont happen again because it most likely will but I wasn’t expecting to be gone for so long. Anxiety/ Depression is a fucking bitch bro and like I said before even if my posting isn’t constant, I always want to make sure to give you guys content. Thanks for you for rocking with me and Enjoy chapter 4! Happy reading and please dont forget to like, comment and reblog <3

Summary: Toni forms an unsuspecting friendship with Christopher that turns into something more. As her feelings towards him continue to grow she starts to  unravel the secrets that surround him and in return, he unravels her completely.

Chapter 4: Let the games begin

After the eventful night between Toni and Chris, it was like the days went by rather quickly and before she knew it, Friday was here and Toni’s nerves were coming along for the ride. When she came home that night and told her girls about what transpired with her and the mysterious business mogul they gave out beaming smiles and all three of them jumped around, excited that Toni was going out on a date. And of course, don’t even get her started on Aaliyah, the woman was more than elated, and every chance she got she made sure to bother Toni about her new “boyfriend.”

Toni was walking in from work at Print Monthly and let out a yawn. Working two jobs, and writing a new article was slowly catching up with her, but with enough caffeine, she thinks she could make it through. She took off her heels and placed her keys on the entrance table trying to stifle yet another yawn, that was on its way out of her mouth. As she went further into the apartment she didn’t hear any movement from either of the girl’s rooms so she figured she was home alone. Toni went into her room not caring to turn on the light since she had a small night light in the corner and shut the door. She dropped her purse on the floor and took off her clothes, only leaving on her bra and panties. Toni sighed and shuffled to her bed, face planting into it as she wrapped her sherpa throw around her body. Since the AC was fixed the day before her place was nice and cool and all she wanted to do was take a small nap.

But before she could float away to unconsciousness her door was rushed open and the light flicked on, “Oh no bitch, get up!”

Toni groaned hearing Rocky’s voice and covered her face with the blanket, wishing for  a couple of minutes of sleep, “Antonia Kelis Thompson, up now!”

The blanket was ripped away from Toni, and she put her face into the pillow, “Just five minutes,” she groaned.  

“No, get up! Sage made you a smoothie to help with your energy before she left for the grocery store and you need to drink it so we can get you together for tonight.”

Toni turned her head and looked at Rocky, she was standing next to her bed with her eyebrow raised and a hand on her hip and the other was outstretched with said green smoothie in her grasp.

“It’s only six Rocky, we meet up at nine.”

True to his word, Chris hit her up and they set up a time and place to meet up, the place being an escape room to which Toni was particularly thrilled about. She had always wanted to go to one and she vaguely remembered mentioning it to him on one of their morning talks at the cafe. After they arranged their night out they continued texting each other throughout the day and it felt good to have that feeling of giddiness whenever she heard her phone ding and it possibly being him.

Toni huffed and sat up, sitting cross-legged on her bed and took the drink from Rocky’s hand. Taking a few sips she scrunched up her face from the taste but soldiered on when she saw the look Racquel gave her. When she finally finished the last bits of the smoothie, she put the glass on her nightstand and turned back to her friend.  

“All finished, what’s next on the list warden?”

Racquel rolled her eyes, “So damn dramatic, go take a shower and I’ll dive into that mess  you call a closet to find you something to wear.”

Toni stretched her limbs as she stood up from the bed while Rocky shooed her to the bathroom grabbing her towel from the back of the door in the process.

“And don’t forget to shave bitch!” Rocky yelled out.

“I shaved my legs yesterday, why the hell am I going to do them again?” Toni said poking her head out from the doorway, her confusion was evident.

“I’m not talking about your legs, girl,” Raquel said, winking. Toni didn’t plan on sleeping with Chris tonight but with how crazy the attraction was between them anything was possible. So with understanding and gratitude, Toni simply nodded and backed into the bathroom, closing the door and getting to work.

After the long half-hour of exfoliation, shaving, and showering, Toni came out of the bathroom feeling fresh and squeaky clean and walked into the sight of her bed strewn with clothes. She took in the sight of her best friends arguing with a piece of clothing in their hands about which outfit would work best. She chose to ignore them knowing that whatever they picked would be applicable and tightened the towel on her form, going to her vanity to do her makeup and hair. The girls interrupted her a few times showing her what they chose and Sage helped Toni curl her hair in the back. Music and bouts of laughter were heard throughout the home and the minutes ticked by getting closer to when Toni was deemed to leave. She was just putting on her light blue jeans when her phone went off, interrupting the song that was playing on her Bluetooth. Rocky and Sage continued talking about whether she should wear heels or sneakers, and Toni finished buttoning her pants walking over to her device. The name Chris was on her screen, and before the voicemail picked up she answered.

“Hello,” she said.

“There she is, thought you weren’t gonna answer,” Chris’s smooth voice came through the phone, making Toni’s stomach flutter with butterflies. She could vaguely hear noises of machinery in the background but she didn’t think anything of it because as quickly as the noise came it was gone, like he went into a separate room.

“I mean I didn’t have to pick up, especially since you're interrupting me getting ready for my date,” Toni sat down on the bench at the end of her bed.

“Oh, word? Who’s the lucky man?”

Toni looked down at her nails, “Some guy I met a couple of weeks ago, he ain’t all that but I decided to have mercy and give him a chance.”

Chris laughed into the receiver, “I bet he’s hype as fuck to take your pretty ass out.”

Toni shrugged like he could see her, “I mean, I am kind of great.”  

“That you are Antonia, that you are.”

Toni covered her mouth with her fingers, trying to control the megawatt smile that was threatening to break out. They knew each other barely a month and already the way Chris made Toni feel was slightly alarming. “Is everything okay though, because if you need to change the time or something that’s fine.”

“Nah we good, just wanted to check up on you. And make sure I wasn’t gonna do an escape room by myself.”

“No worries, I’ll be there,” Toni said grinning.

“Aiight, so I’ll see you soon yeah?”

“Yes, sir nine o’clock.”

Chris chuckled, “Aight mama, later.”

Toni hung up and put her phone back on the charger, “I’m guessing from all the flirting we just heard, that was him,” Sage asked.

She shook her head, “Yeah, he was calling to make sure we were still on tonight.” Toni went and looked at the shoe options they picked out, thankful that her friends lended out a helping hand.  

“We think the all-white Nike’s would look great with your outfit. Plus it will give your feet a break from the heels and you can run around as you play the game with your boyfriend,” Rocky smirked when Toni gave her a dirty look at her use of the “B” word.

“I agree,” she told them. After bending down to put her sneakers on, Toni stood up and examined her outfit in the mirror, liking how it looked. The white bodysuit accentuated her curves and the light blue jeans and sneakers really brought everything together, making her feel comfortable but be cute at the same time. Toni sprayed her perfume and got her crossbody bag and phone, listening to her friends give her a pep talk as she walked to the front door.

“We put some wipes in your bag and some mints as well just in case your breath gets hot,” Sage said, following behind Toni.

“Oh yes and some pepper spray if he decides to get handsy,” Raquel continued, bringing up the rear, “You never know he can turn into an asshole when the clock strikes twelve.”

Sage gave Rocky a glare and nudged her, “I doubt it will come to that, Racquel but it is always good to be safe.”

“Yes, it is,” Rocky grumbled, rubbing her sore side. Sage may be small but her elbow had some power behind it.

Toni turned to them when they reached the door, “Thanks guys for all the help.”

“We got your back girl, you know that.”

“And have fun tonight please, you deserve it and it will do you good to get some dick. It might help you stop being so damn uptight.”

“Sage!” Toni gasped, hitting the girl’s arm while Rocky stood next to her nodding in agreeance.

“I can’t stand you guys.” Toni picked up the keys she left on the small table by the door and opened her arms, “Alright give me some loving.”

They all came in for a group hug, just like they always did back in college, “Love you hoes,” Toni murmured.

“We love you too,” Sage and Rocky said together.

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Pulling into the parking lot Toni texted Chris letting him know she had arrived and while she waited on his reply she stared down at her phone and went through her social media. Suddenly a knock on her window made her jolt in the seat and look up with a hand to her chest. She let out a breath when she saw it was Chris at her window, his eyebrow raised and his mouth curved into a smirk.

“Geez Chris, you scared the shit out of me,” Toni exclaimed through the closed window.

She reached next to her, to get her purse and took her keys out of the ignition, placing them and her phone into her bag. She unlocked the door and he opened it for her, a smile still residing on his lips, “My bad ma, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Toni side-eyed him as she got out, “Liar, you know damn well it’s too dark for your ass to be playing games.”

“Oh shit, don’t tell me big bad Antonia is scared of the dark.” Chris closed her car door behind her and Toni hit her key fob locking the vehicle. They began walking through the sparsely lit up parking lot, heading towards the building that had MadeYa Look Escape Room in bright lights at the front.

“Listen, frightening things live in the night, so don’t shame me.”

Chris chuckled as they walked side by side, his hands behind his back, “Nah, no shaming here baby. I used to be the same way, years ago.”

Toni felt a jolt at this new nickname, she hadn’t been called baby from the opposite sex in years and it made her feel warm inside to be hearing it from him. Toni decided to play it cool and not show how much the term of endearment affected her, but she secretly promised herself she would gush about it later in the privacy of her home.

“What made you stop being scared?” Toni asked as they finally reached the entrance.

She went to open the door but his ring covered hand was suddenly on top of hers, making her palm sweat on the cool metal of the handle, “When I became the scary thing to the monsters.”

Toni noticed the sudden shift between them as she gazed into his dark brown orbs. You would think after a statement like that she would be afraid but she felt perfectly fine, safe even. She didn’t know what to think about that, so she intended to not think about it at all.

“I forgot to tell you earlier but you look beautiful,” Chris said, his eyes not leaving hers, he was close enough that he could hear her breath stutter but didn’t comment. Toni bit her lip and pushed a piece of hair behind her ear.

“You got your nose pierced,” she said, surprised. Toni saw the faint glint of the piercing from the glare of the lights and even though she never dated a guy with one it was different and it fit him perfectly.

Chris took note of the change of subject but he nodded anyway and ran his tongue across his bottom lip, making it shine, “You like it?”  

“It’s cute,” She said with faux disinterest. Just like last time, with the close proximity they were in Toni could smell his cologne that was dark and subtle. They would kiss if she stood on her tiptoes.

“You ready for me to whoop your ass in this game?” Chris teased, and just like that the spell was broken and the light-hearted flirting came back into play.

Toni scoffed, grateful for the break from the tension “Please, the question is are you ready?”

With her hands still encompassed in his, they both opened the door and went to the front desk to pay and get instructions. The brunette clerk who they later learned was named Debbie was none the wiser to the something that transpired moments before, as she explained rules and questioned which room they wanted to play. While the middle-aged woman was talking, he had his hand rested on the small of Toni’s back and tried as she might she couldn’t focus on anything else but the heat of his palm. Luckily, another couple came in after them and they were able to play against the pair in the zombie apocalypse escape room. Before the game started Toni and Chris set up a bet for whoever solved the most clues even though they were on the same team. Toni ran her hand through her loose curls to put her hair up in a ponytail waiting for the countdown and noticed Chris’s outfit, “You don’t think you’ll get hot running around in your jacket?”

As per usual Chris was clad in all black but he had on a jean jacket over a black shirt this time rather than a regular button-up.  

“I’m straight,” Chris said nonchalantly. Before she could interrogate him further, Debbie’s voice came onto the intercom letting them know she was starting the countdown. Quickly, ten seconds turned to one, and the game began.

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The couple walked out of the room breathless and delighted with how well the game turned out. They beat the newlyweds by a landslide with one minute to spare, and unfortunately to Chris’s exasperation, Toni solved most of the clues and now she had full reign over tonight.

“Congrats guys!” The clerk complimented as she handed them two free t-shirts for winning and even offered to snap a picture of them to put on their winner board. Chris declined grumbling about how he hated taking pictures but of course, when Toni gave him puppy dog eyes and reminded him she was the captain of tonight he grudgingly relented. Only on the grounds of them taking the photo on their personal phones and that Toni promised not to rag on him the rest of the date.  

Toni gave the woman her phone already opened to the camera app and they both took their place in front of the winner’s board. She didn’t know where to position herself, not wanting to be too much in Chris’s personal space if he wasn’t comfortable with it, but he made the decision for her when he put his arm on her shoulders and brought her in close, making Toni’s palms sweat. She quickly decided to wrap her arms around his waist praying he couldn’t feel her heart practically beat out her chest when she leaned against his side. They both looked at the camera with big smiles earning an “Awww you two are adorable!” from Debbie.

As Toni went to pull away, she brushed against something solid and what felt oddly like steel under his jacket. Stepping back Toni pondered over the fact that the object that she touched was most likely a gun and that was probably the reason why he didn’t want to take off his jacket before the game.

“Here you go hun,” Debbie said, passing Toni her phone.  

Toni graciously thanked her while she took the device and tried to school her features. She knew people had guns, even her father had some locked away at his house but something about him hiding it made her stomach roll.

They went out into the cool night and Toni walked next to Chris quietly still thinking, “So where to boss, since you running shit now.”  

A beat passed and she could see Chris in her peripheral take a look at her, wondering why she wasn’t responding.

“You good mama?” He inquired.

 She was acting like such a dumb ass, it wasn’t like he was her boyfriend he didn’t have to necessarily tell her why he had a gun and she was fine when he told her the monsters were afraid of him. So why did the gun affect her so much?

Toni looked over at him seeing his brows knitted in worry and decided to push the issue aside for a second. “Yep, but the real question is are you good after that ass whooping I gave you? Mr. I’m gonna win just watch.”

Chris groaned, “I thought you promised you wasn’t gonna flame me.”

“Obviously I lied, I just wanted you to stop whining and take the damn picture.”

“Nah, I just think you wanted a pic so you could look at it and fantasize about me all the time.”

Toni snickered and pushed him, “Please, don’t flatter yourself.”  

They were still talking when they finally reached her car. Toni leaned against her door, she could see his Range a couple of spaces from hers. “So what now Antonia?”

He asked while he stood in front of her, his hands in his pockets.

“Not sick of me yet?” Toni wondered, tilting her head.

“Never that darlin’.’”

Toni cleared her throat feeling her cheeks burn, damn him, he knew exactly what the hell he was doing. Not wanting to put it off any longer she made the choice to just ask him about the gun, not wanting to proceed with the night without being in the know.  “Can I...ugh this is probably so stupid but can I ask you a question first before we leave here?”

He straightened when he heard the way she stuttered like she was worried about questioning him, “Go ahead.”

Toni crossed her arms, “You can tell me it's none of my business and honestly it’s not that big of a deal but is there a reason why you didn’t want to tell me you were carrying a gun? I felt it while we were taking the picture.”

She was expecting him to get upset about her interrogation  but his posture went lax, seeming happy that that was what she wanted to ask.

“I didn’t say anything ‘cause I wasn’t sure if it was gonna freak you out. I use it for protection only and I should have told you instead of assuming.”  

Toni sighed and rubbed her forehead, “No, I apologize it just took me by surprise is all. I knew someone that carried and it always seemed like he used it more to showcase how much of a dick he was rather than use it as a safety precaution.”

“Hey,” Chris raised Toni’s chin, making her focus on him. “Don’t ever be scared to ask me somethin’.  Even if I don’t like the question, imma always try and give you as much of the truth that I can, aight?”

“Okay,” Toni said.

“Okay,” Chris dropped his hand and grabbed Toni’s holding it in his grasp, still looking at her, “So we gonna chill in this parking lot all night or we gonna go to the next spot?”

Toni lightly squeezed his hand with a mischievous glint in her eye, “I know the perfect place.”

“Aiight then,” Chris walked to the passenger side of her car waiting, “Let’s go.”

“You’re not gonna drive your car?” Toni wrinkled her nose, puzzled whilst unlocking the car.

Chris opened the door and simply said, “Nope I trust you,” before getting into the vehicle leaving Toni speechless.

Toni let out a harsh breath and whispered “This man is too fine,” getting into the car as well. It seemed like their night had only begun.

Tag list: @aria725 @kikilovesdankmemes​ @briannab1234​

[euclydya]

Rosie 1,2,3 Allan 6,11 if im remembering numbers right

My memory is so bwaa Theyre the first to come to mind 💝

lets fuckiigggggn GOOOO we totally didn't 4get 2 answer these lmfao uhhj UNDER THE CUT

For Rosie:

What is your character's reaction to a minor inconvenience? Such as getting their jumper caught on a door handle?

As U Kno the slightest inconvenience makes me want to kill. So naturally my initial reaction is to stab and do violence </3 i am so working onnit i prommy. i haven't killed anyone in-sys this month /hj

Tea, coffee, hot chocolate or other?

ON GOD DO IT DEPEND,,,,, if we're goin w tea then I want it Iced and With Lem Of Nade in it. Coffee has to be pumpkin spice otherwise die. hot chocolate though,,, yes 27/4. tl;dr: i hav no preference aKJEKKSKDFM

What does their safe space look like?

OC-wise it's wherever Allan is. System-wise it's... Wherever Allan is. without them I ammmm. Absolutely fuckin lost tbh like I wouldn't be here if they weren't. Not like as in dead but as in dormant aiakakqksks

But location-wise in-sys I find most comfort in... Well. Now that I think abt it we never talk abt our headspace here do we. Uhhjj We have a crystalized forest Michael formed like, last year. Iirc it was a coping mechanism of sorts for him and he stayed there for a long-ass time while he was afk but I digress. It's one of my fave locations in-sys, it's super pretty and quiet and chilly (but like, just the Right Amount of chilly y'know??). v v good place 2 nap and be safe I think NFJDKDKF

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For Allan:

What kind of books comfort them? What books help them heal after a hard day?

Honestly I don't read all that often and oc!me sure as hell didn't have the time for it in source ajsmzkzks. Should I read it's usually whatever Rosie wants to read (with my imput ofc) cuz we're joined at the hip p much.

If we do ever get the ability to focus on words long enough though™ we might start reading uhhhjjjjj Dividing Eden. We picked it up at a bookstore months ago because it looked cool and also stupid /lh

Tho for nostalgia's sake we usually reread warrior cats for comfort every now n then. Nothin else helps you heal after a hard day like reading about Cat Death™! 👍

Do they enjoy pranks or do they hate them? Are they likely to fall for a prank?

Oc!me before death was (SPOILERS OH NO /jjj) a huge prankster I think we've decided? Still figuring out personality shit for our oc-selves, they can only be based off current us for so long

I will actually kill someone I just accidentally deleted half my answer here. Tumblr is an app. Anyways before death, yes, after death, not really. Ghost senses n all that shit. It's hard to prank someone if they can sense your every move when you're vaguely around them NFDNDMF

In-sys though, no. whatever pranks people plan here usually involve murder, and, *gestures to my whole-ass ghost body* yeah no.

I do go along and help Rosie with whatever shi's planning though bc shi won't shut up unless I help hir lmfao /lh only unless they don't involve someone temporarily dying, ofc

[alwaysrunningoutoftime]

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Your Friendly Neighbourhood, Wizard. (Alex Russo/Justin Russo Fanfiction)

Prologue

Pairing: Superhero! Alex Russo x Justin Russo, Slowburn.

Genre: Action, Humour,  Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Romance

Warnings: mild/explicit language, Injuries, sisterxbrother.

Set: After Season 4x10 "Wizards Vs. Angels" (Which is somewhat heavily involved in both Alex and Justin’s separate storylines.) + “Back to Max”.

Est. Length: 8 Chapters.

Summary: After defeating the dark angels, Justin continues to teach his delinquent class unconsciously suppressing his guilt over the ramifications of the moral compass. Simultaneously, Alex unconventionally stumbles into a superhero gig. Inept and unprepared, great power and an even greater burden is placed on her shoulders. Bothered by his sisters reoccurring absence, Justin determinedly investigates her distant behaviour. Meanwhile, Alex is forced to face a truth she’d always buried, discovering it unwillingly from a formidable powerful being she will have to defeat.

Disclaimer/Author's Note: I’ve been brainstorming this fic probably since quarantine started. It’s mostly inspired by Spiderman! Into the Spiderverse, Holland! Spiderman and Garfield! Spiderman. As well as the looks and feel of DC Comic’s Raven and Marvel’s Scarlet Witch. Other inspirations include music from Birds of Prey, On My Block, Euphoria. All of which I do not own. In addition, I sadly do not own Wizards of Waverly Place.

However, Alex’s origin story is wholly my own that I personally thought up myself (so let’s hope it’s believable) and if it correlates with any other superhero storyline it’s purely coincidental. The OC’s are also obviously my own creation.

“Do you know why you’re here, Alex Russo?”

“Ummm…” Alex backed up at the man's intense stare. She was pretty sure he was going for intimidation, but it fell short landing right on uncomfortable. “Not really…”

“Well, young lady,” His words were layered thick with haughtiness. Alex had just met the man today and she already knew she disliked him. “It seems you were part of a riot in central park.”

“No…” She narrowed her eyes at him, shook her head, even elongated the word in an attempt to get it through his thick skull. “I was trying to get home.”

She was actually trying to find her wand, but he didn’t need to know that. The wand that Rosie and Gorog decided to fling off the dark realm tower.  The detailed image of it glowing magic in the night sky as it twirled to its doom stayed seared to the front of her mind. She could even hear her own cry for it as everyone watched it go. My wand.

“So what were you doing in Central Park?” Right after returning the moral compass she searched Central Park assuming it had landed there. Key word: assuming. It was hard to calculate where objects falling off towers landed. For her, it was hard to calculate in general.

“A girl can’t go to one of New York City's finest parks just for the fuc- fun of it.” She replied with a smile, catching herself before she swore. It was just her luck to get the arrogant, novice, goody-two-shoes, by-the-book cop. They didn’t enjoy it when she did that.

“And you just happened to be hanging out with an enraged mob?” He asked mockingly. Okay so...she did get mixed up in a riot. Which wasn’t her fault. She was too focused at the task at hand to pay any attention to the crowd of screaming people she had walked through. What was more concerning was that one of those fuckers was stepping all over her wand, or worse one of them had already snapped its cherry redness in two.

“I wasn’t hanging out with them-”

“Yeah, instead you were disturbing the peace and provoking assaults.” Alex had to stay low to the ground for any sign of her wand which perhaps caused a few people to accidentally trip over her. There was also a minor possibility that her assertive bumping into others unintentionally started some fights. This all lead to Richard here (according to his desk tag), cuffing her and bringing her to the NYPD Central Park precinct. Meaning her wand had been left behind, defenceless against the grimy boots of crabby New Yorkers...if it was even there to begin with.

“How do you disturb the peace in a riot?” Alex fired back.

“Ms. Russo, you’ve had a record since you were twelve.” He said, abruptly switching topics and ignoring her. Rude much. To prove his point he made a show of flailing her folder around. It was a decent size for her age, Alex inwardly complimented herself. The first crime listed there was in summer 2004, when she sold those fake broadway tickets to unsuspecting tourists. That summer was a blast: hundreds of ice cream sandwiches and magazines.

“This behaviour is to be expected.” He finished. Alex suppressed an eye roll, this dude was getting on her nerves. Yes, she had a few run ins with the cops, but that didn’t mean she was always guilty of doing something vaguely illegal. Ever since she became a wizard, she'd barely caused any trouble with the mortals, Alex commended herself. Her last record was a good year ago, with a little vandalism and conning going under the radar but that was it. In their eyes, she could have set herself straight since then. Which she did.

What happened to the benefit of the doubt, what happened to believing people could change. Screw him and his patterns. And screw her wand for not being in Central Park. Now she’d have to buy a new one she sulked, slouching lower in the hard chair.

“I don’t like your attitude, Missy.” He said, noting her behaviour. ”Kids these days, not respecting the police.”

Oh my gosh, I just wanna go home. Richard Owens (what a lame name) continued typing at his computer, probably adding ‘riot starter’ to her record. He’d been holding her here for an hour now, still trying to gather evidence and witness accounts to file in her record. So far he had zero, zip, nada, not a single thing. Since everyone's memory seemed to be fuzzy, which she guessed was due to the moral compass.

Alex was annoyed at him and his cockiness. Annoyed at this hard chair that was making her butt fall asleep. Annoyed at the amount of people in this room, and how overly hot it. Would it kill them to crack open a window or turn up the air conditioning.

“Is that you, Alex Russo?” A woman said, approaching the desk. Oh finally her saviour.

“Wassup, June!” Alex grinned up at Song Namjoo, or June, as Alex called her. Much to Namjoo's displeasure. Not so much the name as it was Alex being an annoying little shit.

“What’d you do now?” She asked, placing a hand behind Alex’s chair, leaning forward to scan over the computer. The woman had her hair pulled down into its signature low bun, not a hair out of place. Her pristine police sergeant uniform was pressed to perfection with not a single crease, something Justin would greatly admire.

“No way, June you passed your Police Sergeant Exam!” Alex exclaimed. “You look dope.” She nodded in approval.

“Yeah.” June modeled for a second, before straightening her posture. “Passed about six months ago.”

“Well congratulations.” Alex smiled, genuinely proud. June was her life saver, and lowkey pain in her ass. Wherever she caused a ruckus (exclusively non magical) June would shortly be there. June had stopped a lot of unwanted things from going on her record, and also had a way of calming down Jerry and Theresa when they threatened to send her to the military. On the other hand, it's like she had some sort of Alex specific third eyes always managing to catch her in the act. Plus, her lectures were lengthy and boring and she didn't even allow Alex the option to sleep through them. In a way, she was Justin, if he were in the police force and was, you know, a Korean woman.

She shivered at the thought. Sure, Justin saved her a few too many times but that was because he was her brother. June was altruistic, she held herself with poise and grace. Like a cool aunt who'd let you off the hook halfway then let you decide for yourself the rest of the way. Besides, June was high-key a badass and Justin still cried over 'Mantooth'.

She felt a light pinch on her arm, automatically ready to shout 'POLICE BRUTALITY!' catching herself as she connected eyes with June.

June subtly raised an eyebrow in question towards Alex as if to say ‘What did you do now?’ Alex shrugged in response, her face saying ‘I’m innocent I swear’. June in turn gave her a half believing/ half disbelieving expression, before rolling her eyes. Which was always code for ‘Fine, I believe you’. After knowing June for a good 5 years they'd learned to read each others facial expressions pretty well. It helped with her record, it definitely helped with the parents.

“Okay really Richard a riot starter.” June stared at the man with clear judgement on her face. “Leave the girl alone. We have bigger things to worry about then a riot starter.”

“Oh, like what, June?” Richard goaded. First he disrespects Alex, and now June. Alex doesn’t know a lot of things she will admit, but she picked up on workplace professionalism. To begin with June was a higher ranking officer meaning she was above him. And Richard said her name without its formal title, displaying a lack of respect. Alex watched as June’s expression turned perplexed, or more accurately her ‘bitch, what did you just say?’ look. Alex wished she had popcorn now and a comfy chair.

“First of all, that is Sergeant Song to you Richard. Secondly, maybe you’ve been on desk duty for too long but we’re dealing with a lot more than riots.” June started. This was gonna be good. “There have been innumerable cases of aggravated assaults, burglaries, thefts, property crimes, arsons, and attempted murders. The crime rate has exponentially increased on this day alone. It’s worst than the 80s, Richard.” As the venom dripped from June’s mouth, Alex was quickly realizing what truly happened this night. “Every precinct in New York is packed to the brim and every hospital too. There are more citizens than staff members. And to top it off, a lot of these people had no previous record before this night. No explanation why they would do this and barely any remembrance of what they did. Not even a full moon could explain this utter fuckery!” She exclaimed, motioning around the precinct.

Alex cringed, knowing exactly what had caused this, or more accurately who. She didn’t realize how serious turning that moral compass was. It had only felt like a game of tug a war with her brother like what they did as kids. She even played around with him, tricking him into thinking he had broken the thing so she’d gain the upper hand. When they were flying above the dark realm tower, pulling and pushing they felt so far removed from the world. It was literal child’s play, no throwing punches, no broken bones just like a high school grip test.

But, she could see the damage they caused now. The place was overfilled with people. At each desk, in the cells, standing around. Some bleeding out, others with lost expressions on their faces, the ones she couldn’t even look at were the people crying. All these people had done something bad or suffered because of it. All because that moral compass pointed in the wrong direction a little too long.

“And out of everyone in that riot you chose the person farthest from the action, a clear bystander.” Alex wanted to laugh bitterly at that, if only these people knew just how involved she really was in this. If only they knew their desire to do good relied on a floppy arrow on a disk. But, she’d never tell them this, she’d let people continue to believe they had a bigger choice in their lives. That’s what she had to do as a wizard. As long as it saved her ass. As long as it didn’t affect her.

“So yes Richard there are bigger things than a 17 year old girl.”  June finished. The room was completely silent, all eyes staring at Richard. It was so quiet Alex could hear the sound of Richard’s ego deflating like a balloon, saw his face turning as red as a tomato until he resembled a sheepish boy who had just been scolded by his mom in front of all his friends. She couldn’t even take pleasure in his pain, now faced with her own mistakes.

Ha, take that dick. She tried to lighten her spirits. Cause like dick is the nickname for Richard. It didn’t work that well.

And…

Richard let her go, with no new record of ‘inciting a riot’, all thanks to June and how she completely dragged him through the mud.

June walked her to the front door of the precinct, stopping at the door.

“Okay bye Alex. I wish I didn’t have to say this…” June said, taking a deep breathe and closing her eyes to ground herself. “See you soon.” She gave a fake smile.

“You know me so well June. I’ll be sure to bring my best stuff next time, though.” Alex replied back keeping her humour up. She was still a little unsettled at the amount of people she saw on her way out.

“Aha.” June laughed drily, clearly not amused. “Stay in school, kid." And then she was pushed out of the building.

Just as Alex took her first steps away from the precinct, "Hey! The streets are worse tonight, stay safe Alex.” June shouted before shutting the door.

Alex looked back, a sigh heavy on her lips. She composed herself, her mood quickly lightening at the prospect of going home. Which meant her bed, which meant lying down, which meant sleep.

She wouldn’t walk of course. Use magic, definitely. If someone thought she was gonna walk home, they were sadly mistaken.

Looking around to see if anyone was watching she backed into the nearest alley.

“Woah, watch out kid!-”

She was pushed with brute force into the alley wall. Are you kidding me? She smacked right into the bricks, her elbows preventing her face from getting smashed. Hadn’t she been jostled enough today. She stiffened as she felt a bolt of magic graze past her, causing the hairs on her arms to stand up.

Wait a minute… Magic? There was a wizard.

She turned around to see a woman in a Kevlar black suit push a man further into the alleyway. The woman threw a punch to the man’s face, a crackle of blue magic extended through her fist causing the man to crash into the wall.

“What the fuck.” Alex whispered. She must have actually hit her head because this couldn’t be real.

The woman turned to Alex, her dark blue boxer braids swinging with the movement. A mask covered half her face, but all Alex could see were her eyes glowing blue in the dark, as if rimmed with the magic. “Leave, now-“

“Watch out!” Alex screamed back, seeing the man getting up already. A bright pulse of white magic extended through his fingertips towards the masked woman, who quickly ducked dodging it, giving a swift kick to the man's stomach.

He was thrown off balance, long enough for the woman to turn to Alex shooting a burst of blue magic into her direction.

Alex brought her hand in front of her as if to stop it. Was this woman trying to kill her? She closed her eyes, ready for impact.

Then opened them to silence and a vast space of whiteness. She was in the wizard portal. The masked lady had teleported her here.

So, the blue magic lady was a wizard and a superhero…and people were still being bad even after the moral compass was returned.

Alex thought about it for a moment. Then with a shrug of her shoulders she brushed it off, beginning to walk to the lair.

Frankly, Alex was exhausted: her back hurt from flapping those wings, her knees were sore from all of the heavy landings she endured with the wings, her arms ached from that tug-a-war contest she had with Justin, her butt was sore from that hard chair, her feet ached from all the walking she did and she nearly got zapped in the face with magic. On top of all of that, she still didn’t know where her wand went.

Alex sighed in relief when she finally got to the lair. All that walking was making her even more tired. She pushed the door open, determined to get to bed and collapse. But her steps faltered when she was greeted by the sight of her brother looking down at a white feather.

It didn’t take a genius to realize the feather was Rosie’s. Alex was worried at the sight of him, grasping a feather from another lost love wasn’t a good sign. And more than that he hadn’t been himself for the past week. She’d barely talked to him for the past week, so she was nervous to see how he was after everything.

“Justin…” She began, confusion laced in her tone. He turned at her voice.“What are you doing still up? It’s late.” And also past his appointed bedtime.

“I stayed up because I owe you something.” He began. Her cherry red wand in his hand. Her glorious cherry red wand she’d been looking everywhere for. Finally, reunited with what had been plaguing her mind all night her eyes immediately brightened at the sight of it. She grasped at it with both hand, smiling down at her wand.

“I found it in Washington Square Park.” Oh, Washington Square Park. Damn she really did suck at calculating. Nevermind, the fact that it was in the complete opposite direction. “A two-headed dog had it. Pretty sure he didn’t start out that way.”

So her wand was chilling in lower Manhattan with a two headed dog as she searched the grounds of upper Manhattan, tripping people over and starting fights, and getting caught by the police. She giggled at that, amused with what her night turned into.

“Thank you.” She genuinely meant it. “What about your wand?”

“I, uh…” He held his wand up, inspecting it for a moment just to show her the sad state it was in; snapped in half with duct tape barely holding it together. She laughed at her brother’s antics. Secretly, relieved to have her brother back. Him and even his humour. Yup, he was still Justin. “I’ll find a spell to fix it.”

He set his wand down and turned to face her, an earnest expression on his face. Alex was taken aback by the swift change in atmosphere, the room suddenly feeling more serious. “And I owe you something else.”

He came forward. Her eyes flickering at his movement. Oh, And we’re hugging.

His arms wrapped around her, bending down to rest his chin on her shoulder. He quietly uttered, “Thank you for saving me.” while comfortingly rubbing her back as he always did. Ever since they were children, it was a soothing motion he always did when he hugged her. A distinct movement they could focus on together to calm down. She nodded slightly, silently appreciating the moment.

“It’s for all the times that you saved me when I wasn’t so good.”

Countless images were brought to mind, most prominent of all: a campfire in the rainforest. She began to feel nostalgic and a bit anxious. Not fond of the emotions, she quickly lightened the atmosphere. “And for a couple more times in the future, so we’re even.” She finished with a smile, satisfied with her little joke.

“No, we’re not.” Justin replied, coming to sit down on the desk beside her. “You saved the world today.”

She studied him for a moment, silently disagreeing with his words. She was only trying to get him back, everything else, saving the world was secondary to that.

She’d never admit how anxious she felt seeing Justin so unlike himself: stealing flowers, using magic in public, and stomping on people's groceries. Overall being a jerk. The worst of it was when she revealed Rosie's true nature, he still chose her, a girl he’d known for less than a month than his own sister. A dark angel, whose values would never align with his own. And when she tried one last desperate time to get him back he still chose darkness. Only turning good because of that girl. It hurt more than she thought it would.

But Alex had to remind herself of something very important: that Justin was the one influenced by dark angels. That he wasn’t himself at the time and that scarily some powers are greater than her connection to her brother. So she’d keep it to herself, shove it in the back of her mind like she usually did with all of her emotions, and ignore it, until she’d be forced to confront it.

Instead, she focused on the reassurance she’d gotten when Justin finally came back. How happy she was when he immediately told her to put the moral compass back, in that commanding voice he used when he would clean her messes. The ease she felt now that he was once again right beside her. Like a puzzle piece clicking back into place (and screw him for making her think of boring puzzles). This is where he was meant to be.

She would never say that out loud so she said, “You gave up a girl to protect it” instead.

She watched a faraway expression take on his face, familiar to the one he wore in Transylvania when he lost Juliet. He’d lost Rosie now, and a few weeks ago she'd learned she wasn't meant to be with Mason. It’s like they were both cursed to never have a happy ending. Only ending up with the comfort of each other.

She didn’t think about how established this felt. Or the strange notion that perhaps this was how her happy ending was supposed to be.

In an attempt to stop herself from wandering too far back in her mind, she asked him. “Why do we have to keep dealing with stuff like this?” He was Justin and he always had the answer. She could always count on him.

“We’re wizards.” And it was like that was the be all, end all. “I don’t think we have a choice.” The plain and simple answer.

It was horrible how that answer alone made complete sense to her. How she’d just thought about it in that overpacked precinct. All of her mistakes and losses were always tied into being a wizard.

So, maybe she was past the point of caring, past sadness and moving into delirium with a little sprinkle dead tiredness because she smiled instead. She smiled up at him and he caught her before she turned away. He bumped her with his shoulder, bouncing her away and back to him.

They were settling back into their pattern. Just the two of them: Justin and Alex. She sighed contentedly and a little tiredly resting her head on her big brother's shoulder, feeling his head rest on hers.

For all her mistakes and all her losses at least she always had her Justin.

And she hoped he knew for all his mistakes and all his losses he’d always have his Alex.

She closed her eyes, fully ready to sleep.

“We’ll be okay, right?” Justin quietly asked.

Alex yawned, furrowing her brows slightly at the unexpected question. Maybe they should have been more aware in this moment, appreciated it more. Maybe she could have helped him better if she’d paid more attention. Maybe, he could have protected her better from darker things than angels.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine.”

For Alex would soon face a burden so great it would compromise her relationship with those around her. After all, with great power comes great responsibility.

[i-run-with-a-wolfpack]

I Can't Help But Wait

Embry/OC, mature rating

4 - Tying the Knot (part 1 of 2)

Embry's POV - 

"Where are you going?" I whispered, my throat raspy from just waking up.

I opened one eye when I felt Nicolle wriggling in my arms. "Go back to sleep," she laughed and lifted my arm off of her. "I have to open the store today."

"Five more minutes," I groaned as my hands snaked around her waist and dragged her body back to mine. "Please?"

Nicolle sighed deeply. "You do this every morning."

I shifted my body on top of hers, nestling between her thighs and pushing her t-shirt up to kiss her stomach. "It's because you're always trying to leave me."

"I have to work," she breathed as she buried her fingers in my hair and pulled me up to her eye level.

"Call off. We can spend the day together," I begged shamelessly. "I need you." 

I kissed the tip of her chin when she arched her back and her head pressed into the pillow. "Not today," she whimpered.

I pushed my hips forward, shoving my rock-hard morning wood between her legs. I woke up needy and wanting her badly… pretty much like every morning for the last six months.

Too bad we were both dressed and this morning was like every morning since that night on the couch. She said no. Her face said it all. She still wasn't ready. I was tired of that look, tired of her not trusting me. I didn't know why we hadn't had sex yet. She moved in with me months ago and it didn't make a difference. 

The answer was always no.

Even when I kissed her neck in that special spot she liked, the answer was no. Even when we both were completely naked and I was hovering outside her wet warmth, the answer was no. 

We had both become pretty skilled in getting each other off every other single way, but I had never been inside her and it was killing me.

"I could," she offered as she slipped her hand inside my boxer briefs. 

I pulled her wrist before she could grip me, clenching my jaw out of pure frustration. I rolled off of her and stared up at the ceiling. "You should get ready. You don't want to be late for work," I sighed, never making eye contact.

"Embry," she whined as she rolled onto her side to face me, "you know I love you, right?"

I sucked in a deep breath and pressed a kiss to her forehead before climbing out of bed. "I should get up too. Paul needs me early today," I told her before padding off to the bathroom and taking a cold shower. 

As I was finishing my shower, Nicolle came in to brush her teeth. I yanked a towel off the rack and began drying my body. The fact that she never took her eyes off of me, didn't go unnoticed. Attraction wasn't the issue. I removed the towel from my head to find her openly staring at my body.  Most days I would have made a smartass comment and tried to get her back into bed, but today I just didn't have the heart.

I was starting to lose hope that she would ever want me the way I wanted her. 

I left Nicolle standing there as I stomped to my dresser and found some clothes for the day. I pulled on some boxer briefs and a pair of work jeans before sitting on the edge of my bed with a pair of socks in my hand. I felt the bed dip ever so slightly as Nicolle sat next to me. "Are you mad?" she whispered as her fingers shifted through my still damp hair.

"Of course not," I huffed. I snatched a t-shirt from the closet and set off for the kitchen.

Truth was, I was mad. I wanted more. It had been nearly a year since I walked into that bookstore and my whole life got turned upside down. I had done everything in my power to show Nicolle my love for her. We were compatible in every way.

Except for sex.

"Do you want coffee?" she asked when she found me packing my lunch. 

"I don't care."

Once my food was packed securely in the cooler I take to work, I began toasting some bread. My shoulders were tense as I stood at the counter waiting. 

"Here."

I looked over to find a full thermos of coffee sitting beside my lunch box. I watched as she poured her own cup into a travel mug and added her favorite creamer. "Ready?"

I nodded as I buttered the toast and handed her half before making our way out to our Jeep. 

"What are we doing this weekend?" she asked happily.

A sense of dread took over as I remembered exactly where I was supposed to be this weekend. "Well...I'm supposed to go to this thing, but...we could skip it."

"A thing?" Nicolle laughed as she finished her toast and sipped her coffee. "Could you be more specific?"

I ran a hand through my hair and shrugged my shoulders. "It's a wedding...on Saturday." 

Nicolle gasped. "Really? Oh that sounds so fun! Don't you wanna go?"

"You want to?" I replied skeptically. I had been avoiding asking her for quite some time. And although I know most girls loved weddings, somehow I didn't think she would want to attend this particular one.

"I'd love to," Nicolle gushed, going on to recall the last wedding she had been to. "Is it a pack member?"

"Yeah...it's Brady."

"Oh."

"But like a I said, we could skip it," I offered weekly.

"You mean, I could skip it and you could go alone?"

I reached for her hand and held it in mine. "No...I mean if you don't want to go then neither of us will."

Nicolle glanced down at our intertwined fingers and sighed. "Why do I always get the feeling you don't want me around your friends?"

I pulled up to the bookstore and put my Jeep in park. "That isn't true. Those guys get rowdy when we are all together. And it will be worse since they're drinking. I just wanted to spare you."

"Okay," she replied quietly. "I better go."

I pulled on her hand and waited for her to make eye contact. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being an ass this morning and not asking you to go to this wedding. Will you go with me? We can dance and you can meet some more of my friends."

She shrugged and turned away from me, but I never let her hand go. "Please, honey. Let me make it up to you."

When I leaned over and pressed kisses to her neck, she finally relented. "Fine. But you're not leaving me much time to get a dress."

"Go today," I suggested, slipping my debit card into her purse and smiling brightly at her.  "Call Kim or Emily and go after work."

Her face brightened a little and she kissed me goodbye. I watched her open the store and throw a little kiss to me before I drove off.

When I arrived at Brady's, the rest of the crew was already there and Paul didn't waste any time giving me shit for being late. I tuned him out as I got busy with my portion of the landscaping task.  The house turned out amazing and with these extra touches, it would be perfect for Saturday.

But their lawn was the least of my worries. As I watched Brady's fiancée flutter about the backyard, ironing out more last minute details, I wondered if inviting Nicolle to this wedding was really the best idea.

Nicolle's POV - 

"So what are you really afraid of?"

I sighed as I sifted through another rack of dresses in the third store we had been in. "Who said I was afraid?"

Kim sighed and slammed her hand onto her jutted hip. "Who are you fooling? I know you. You're scared of...something, but I don't know what."

I continued to browse as she continued to scold me. "Embry is perfect. He loves you. You guys are living together. He's been so patient with you. So what's the problem?"

I sighed again as we made our way back out to the sidewalk and onto another dress shop. We had been looking for an hour with no success. I was beginning to lose hope completely. "The problem is me," I whispered. "I just...don't want him to be disappointed."

Kim laughed. "I'm pretty sure you could just lay there and he would be thrilled." I looked up to see her wiggling her eyebrows and I couldn't help but laugh at her.

"Come on! Guys expect things and he's not a virgin."

"He's not?" Kim scoffed dramatically. "I can't believe it!"

"Shut up!" I scowled, playfully beating her with a hanger. "There is just a lot of expectation there. What if I'm terrible? What if I can't...you know...get him off?" I whispered.

"Girl, please," she groaned. "You already said you guys have been messing around for months. Has he ever complained about what you've done so far?"

"No...but…"

"No buts," Kim insisted as we wandered over to the lingerie section. "You know that boy is butt crazy in love with you, you're sexy as hell, you're only lacking confidence."

I raised my gaze to find her holding up a sexy teddy with garters and stockings. I shot her a look but she only shoved it at me more insistently. I lifted the panty to find the center part was open. "What the…"

"Their crotchless," she retorted happily. "You like it?"

"Ummm... maybe in another color?" I smiled weakly.

…

The next few days went by quickly. After my talks with Kim during our shopping trip, I made up my mind that after the wedding, I would stop being afraid and give myself to Embry. Just the thought of it had me so nervous and excited. I tried not to worry about his expectations and just concentrated on being happy with the man I was made for. 

When we arrived at the wedding, I noticed how jittery Embry was. I hoped it wasn't because I was finally going to meet all his friends. Or that he was embarrassed of me for some reason. I hooked my arm around his bicep as he guided me to the backyard and I took in all the beautiful decor. "This is so pretty," I gushed. I loved all the twinkling fairy lights, pale pink roses, and all the tiny details.

"You guys made it!" Seth exclaimed as he wrapped me in a huge hug. I had only met him twice before but his bubbly attitude was infectious. He released me and gave Embry a handshake/bro hug that had me giggling. "I really thought you wouldn't come, since…"

"Yeah, I decided to bring my girl out and meet the rest of the pack," Embry interrupted before Seth could finish his thought.

I saw the pair exchanging glances before soft music began to play and Seth excused himself. "He's one of the groomsmen," Embry explained as we found our seats.

"How come you're not in the wedding?" I asked quietly as the procession began.

Embry shrugged, distractedly glancing around. "Me and Brady aren't that close. He's got Collin and Seth standing up with him. That's all he needs." 

Embry's reasoning made sense, but it still bothered me how nervous he was acting. My mind wandered off thinking what could be bothering him. I didn't want to ask or start an argument, especially today of all days. It's not like Embry knew what I had planned for later or what I was wearing under my new dress.

"You look really beautiful, Nicolle."

I was fiddling with my hands in my lap when Embry wrapped an arm around me, his other hand covering mine and intertwining our fingers. "That dress is really something."

I leaned over to whisper into his ear, "I can't wait for you to take it off later."

I cupped my hand around his jaw and held his gaze. "No more waiting. I'm ready, Embry."

His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat a few times and I think he forgot to breathe. He pulled me close and buried his nose in my hair. "Do you mean it?" 

I nodded and pressed a kiss under his ear. "Later. I promise. But you have to dance with me, okay?"

Embry gave me one more squeeze before he released me and we stood to watch the bride come down the aisle.  I held Embry's arm tightly, feeling so elated that I thought I might drift away.

The service was beautiful. They had a wonderful mix of traditional as well as Quilete customs. I loved weddings and this one was especially romantic. Secretly I couldn't wait to be swaying in Embry's arms later under the twinkle lights. 

"So do you, Brady Fuller, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife…"

I smiled up at Embry, seeing the tenseness in his jaw and his laser focus. Suddenly I was back to wondering what had him so on edge.

"And do you, Casey Waters, take this man…"

My stomach twisted at the mention of her name. That name I had seen on the medicine bottle in Embry's bathroom six months ago. The name his packmates were so careful not to mention in my presence. The name of the woman who's shadow I had been living in for months. 

Embry turned to look at me, his expression full of remorse. When he reached for my face, I twisted away from him and rushed away, luckily not making too much of a scene because we were seated at the end of the aisle and the wedding party processing back down the aisle had everyone's attention.

I blinked back tears as I rushed to the reception area in search of a drink. "Can I get you something to drink?" the guy behind the bar inquired. "White wine?"

"That sounds amazing," I grumbled as he began to pour.

"You okay?"

I took my wine and stumbled away from my prying cousin. "Go away, Kim. I'm in no mood to talk."

"He should have told you," she sighed as we sat around a large fire pit.

I stared at the flames as she continued to talk to me, finally giving up and wandering back to her boyfriend. I stood up to get a refill on my wine, but stopped when I caught a sight that made my stomach turn. 

"You know they're just friends now, right?"

I looked over to find the groom himself standing next to me. He had his eyes trained on his new bride and my boyfriend. "I don't really know anything, Brady. I didn't know you were getting married until a few days ago. I didn't know you were with...her. I was completely blindsided."

"Well, I know we haven't met before, but I know lots about you, Nicolle."

"You do?"

He turned to face me as I looked up at him. He smiled brightly as he held his hand out. "I'm Brady. It's nice to meet you, Nicolle."

I laughed as I shook his hand. "I don't mean to be rude, but…" I paused as I glanced over at Embry and saw him hugging Casey. "Doesn't that bother you?"

Brady released my hand and shook his head. "It did. But it doesn't anymore."

"Why not? What if they got back together?"

Brady chuckled lightly as he wrapped his arm loosely around my shoulder. "They won't."

"How can you be so sure?"

He leaned a little closer and sighed. "Because he loves you."

….

"I was hoping we would get a chance to talk."

I looked over my shoulder and saw Casey gazing out at the dance floor. All the guys had a beer in their hands and were singing, "Sexy and I Know It." She stepped up next to me and I couldn't help but be jealous of her dark hair and flawless skin.

"Congratulations. I met Brady. He's really nice."

The wide smile on her face when I mentioned Brady was unmistakable. "Embry is a good guy, too. Are you guys arguing?"

I shrugged and suddenly felt ashamed that I had been keeping my distance from him all night. And I wasn't sure I wanted her to know why I was mad. "He just kept some things from me. But we'll work it out."

She nodded and looked around. "This will be you and Embry soon. Has he asked you to marry him yet?"

I blinked back a few tears and shook my head. "We're not...really there yet. Maybe someday."

"I'm glad he has you."

"You are?" I scoffed. "Why?"

"Embry felt really guilty when we broke up. I didn't handle it as well as I could. I always knew what I had with him was temporary, but when he imprinted on you, I thought my world was coming to an end."

I faced her now, suddenly feeling guilty for the pain they both went through just so Embry and I could be together. "But you found Brady."

[thotful-writing]

Deputies of Havoc

FC for OC Deputies: Wren Hawkins (left), Ezra Hopkins (middle), Emersyn Barton (right)

Description: This is a brief introduction fic about how my deputy, Emersyn Barton met @bisexualrook ‘s deputy, Wren Hawkins, and @the-fucking-father ‘s deputy, Ezra Hopkins.

“I just don’t understand why we need two more Deputies, I got this covered.” She followed Whitehorse through the office.

“Look, Em, you’re a fine Deputy, but after the incident-“

“Stop calling it an incident. I didn’t know the pot in the evidence room wasn’t fair game. Now I know.”

“After the in- after that, I just think we could use some extra hands around here, especially with that new church. I don’t have a good feeling about them.”

“Fine, but I’m not getting stuck with a couple of losers, make them ride with Pratt or Hudson.”

Whitehorse knew hiring two more rookies would be a handful, but he had a feeling he’d need the help. Emersyn started about 4 weeks ago, and although she was strong-willed and feisty as hell, she wouldn’t be enough.

Em sat at her desk filing some paperwork as Whitehorse instructed, she had been on desk duty since the incident and hated every second of it. Her attention was torn from the tedious task when a tall, slender woman entered the building with Whitehorse. Em peered over her desk trying to get a better look. Damn, she’s kinda cute, wonder if-

“Nope. Stop. Bad idea.” She pushed out all thoughts of trying to seduce her new co-worker, she’d been down that road before and it did not end well.

“Em, I want you to meet Wren Hawkins. Wren, this is Emersyn.” The woman held her hand out to Em, which she reluctantly shook.

“Em’s been here for about a month now and she’s gonna show you the ropes. I’m also expecting another new recruit in about a week.”

“Three new hires within two months? Expecting a war?” Wren turned to Whitehorse.

“Hopefully not. I’ll let you two get acquainted.” He nodded at Em before he left.

“I’ll go ahead and tell you now, the pot in the evidence room is off limits.”

“That’s good to know.” Wren smiled slightly.

Em wasn’t overly excited to train Wren, she was a little wary of what kind of person she was, she knew nothing about her other than she used to live in Hope County for a while. Whitehorse finally let Em off desk duty and had her and Wren doing patrols now.

“Why don’t you take the lead on this one?” Em glanced over at Wren, they had pulled a car over for swerving as well as going 15 miles under the speed limit.

They exited their car and approached the vehicle. Em was more than happy to let Wren take the lead, it meant she had to do the paperwork and Em didn’t

“License and registration, please.” Wren addressed the man. Em watched as his hands shook reaching for his wallet, she recognized a familiar smell coming from the car as well.

“Do you know why we pulled you over, Sir?” Wren looked over his license and insurance.

“N-No, officer.” He said nervously glancing to them and then facing forward again.

“It was for-“

“It was for failure to maintain your lane and going under the speed limit, but now I think we may have to add possession to that.” Em leaned down to his window and glared at him.

“Wh-What? I don’t-I’m not-“

“Shut up and hand it over.” Em held out her hand and waited. The man hesitated for a moment before pulling a baggie from his glove compartment and handing it to her.

“What is this? 4, 5 grams? How do you wanna handle this rook?” She tossed the bag to Wren.

“We’ll let you off with a warning this time, next time you get high just stay home.” She handed his license and insurance card back to him. He started his car and drove off.

“Guess we need to add that to the evidence room.” Em said as they walked back to the car.

“You’re probably right, or, you know, we could smoke it?” Wren glanced up at her. For a brief moment she was worried Em would report her to Whitehorse, that she had crossed a line.

“I like the way you think. I know the perfect place to get high too.” They hopped in the car and headed towards the water tower, the faint outline of the dick Em had painted on it was still visible.

After that day, Wren and Em became inseparable as well as insufferable. Pratt and Hudson got very annoyed, very quickly with their constant antics.

“I bet you I can fit 22 Cheetos in my mouth.” Wren had her feet propped up on the desk across from Em.

“The fuck you can, you got a small ass mouth.” She laughed. Wren proceeded to stuff Cheetos in her mouth while Em counted out loud.

“Emersyn, Wren, I want you to meet Ezra Hopkins.” Whitehorse said as he approached them with a tall, brown-haired man following closely behind.

“Finally, some help around here. Wren and I have been carrying this precinct for far too long.” Em stood and walked over to Wren’s desk, leaning against it.

“Very funny, Em. Wren, you okay?” Whitehorse looked over at her, she hadn’t turned around to say anything yet as her mouth was still full of Cheetos.

“She’s fine, she just working on a very important case.” Em smacked Wren on the back who had only one choice, to let the hoard of Cheetos she was trying to gulf down, go flying out of her mouth and onto her desk. She choked and gasped while Em laughed.

“Can you two be professional for five minutes?” Whitehorse scolded.

“Look, Ezra here is going to ride with you two for a while, I figured maybe he’ll balance out the havoc that you two have caused in this county. Show him around, don’t run him off.” He warned them both before leaving.

Em looked at Wren, then they both looked at Ezra, they had already gotten close in a short amount of time and were unsure about this new recruit joining them.

“How many?” Ezra finally spoke.

“Huh?” Em looked at him confused.

“How many did you get to? The Cheetos?” He looked at the mess on Wren’s desk.

“Oh, I got to about 12 before someone messed it up.” She glared at Em.

“Bet I can fit 30, easy.” He grabbed the bag of Cheetos as began putting them in his mouth.

A few minutes had gone by, Wren and Em were watching as he got closer to the goal, genuinely surprised.

“28… 29… Come on rook, one more!” Wren shouted as she cheered him on.

“Don’t you guys have work to do?” Hudson glanced up at them from her desk.

“Don’t you?” Em retorted, narrowing her eyes at her. Hudson could use a little loosening up.

“30!” Wren shouted and jumped up. Ezra’s mouth was stuffed with Cheetos as he celebrated with them.

“I didn’t think you could do it. Here.” Em handed him a trash can. He looked at her confused as he started to chew the Cheetos. Em glanced over at Wren, he wasn’t really going to eat them, was he?

After a few minutes of solid chewing and effort on his part he finally got them all down.

“Never waste a Cheeto.” He laughed. It was in that moment that Wren and Em knew he was going to fit in nicely with them.

Over the next few days they had all gotten well acquainted and had so much fun together they had forgotten they were supposed to be working. It didn’t feel like work anymore, it was just hanging out to them.

“You seen Ezra?” Wren asked Em as they sat at their desks.

“Yeah, he went- Oh no, shit.” She jumped up.

“What? What is it?” Wren shouted as she ran after her.

They ran into the evidence room to find Ezra half-baked surrounded by all the weed they had confiscated over the last few months.

“Hey guys, want a hit?” He offered Em the joint he was smoking. She glanced back at Wren briefly.

“I mean, in all fairness, you never told him not to.” She shrugged.

“Alright, one hit won’t hurt.” She grabbed the joint and inhaled deeply, then passing it to Wren.

After that day, Whitehorse took all their keys to the evidence room and banned them from it. He thought hiring three deputies at once would make his life easier, not harder.

[brattywriters-anonymous]

Spectacle III.2

Inspired by our favorite hip hop couple, Offset and Cardi.

I was arguing with my best friend about what he did on her rolling loud set. I’m just gonna write this with Erik x OC (Black! OC);

@chaneajoyyy @theunsweetenedtruth

Erik is a rapper as OC is a rising star. They recently married and his indiscretions have been publicly known via social media, Erik makes multiple attempts to make up for it.

June, 2018:

Erik Stevens, Stage Name: E. Kill. 31 years old. Married to Raelynn Stevens (Maiden, Johnson) They share one child, a 4 month-old Named Kire (Pronouced KYE-REE) Stephens.

Raelynn Stevens, Stage Name: Rae. 29 years old. Married to Erik Stevens. She and Erik share a daughter, 4 month-old Kire Stevens.

December 17, 2017

“I’m Dr. King. Great to finally meet you Raelynn and Erik. I’d like both of you to understand that therapy will either bring you closer together, or it will help you conclude that you’re not meant to be together. Either way, I am here to simply mediate. So where do you wanna start?”

E and Rae looked at each other, hesitant to speak. Dr. King giggles, “It’s normal to feel nervous at your first session. Let’s just start at the beginning. When did you two fall in love?”

April 7, 2015

Paramount Recording Studios

“Hey deej, can you run that back for me?”

The bass heavy beat played back

Yeah, Rarri swervin’ lane to lane

Name not Erika, I keep the Kane

Be careful speakin on my name

Me & Kill’s bitches ain’t the same

I’ll change the nigga whole life

On one knee not thinkin’ twice

Lay it on em real nice

Hella bad, I’m sorta like his vice

Deej, Rae’s in house producer stopped the beat as Erik walked in. They were working on Rae’s second mixtape and her collaboration with E. Kill was the last song she had to finish before submitting it.

“Well, about time you joined us E. I was beginning to think I was gonna have to find someone else to do the track with.” he scoffed and side eyed his co star, “Girl please, they can’t kill it like me!” She shot him the same side eye, knowing that his statement was a double entendre, “Deej, excuse us for a moment please?” She rose out of her swivel seat, “I need a 10 anyway. I gotta call my girl and let her know I’ma be late, again!” “I’m sorry girl, tell Nonnie I’m sorry!” She waved Rae off making her exit.

“Why are you late?” Erik looked up as if he was in deep thought, “If I recall correctly, I went out on a date with a lovely woman. You may know her, Raelynn? Yeah. She finally let me wine and dine her fine ass after three months of begging and pleading!” He tugged at Rae’s sweat strings until she closed their distance by the switchboard before he continued, “And after one too many glasses of Rose, Raelynn and I went back to my place and made love all..night..long.” Rae laughed at Erik’s silly rendition of humping his last three words. “She wore me out. I woke up about a hour ago.” Rae finally rested her arms on his chest, “Oh so I wear that ass out, huh?” “That, you do. Damn girl, what am I gon do witchu?” They rested their foreheads together, “I’m sure you’ll think of a thing or two.. or a few.”

Erik tilted Rae’s chin up and kissed her, slowly yet with intent. He reached in her pocket, “Call Deej. Tell her she can go home. I know she missin’ her wifey and I need some time with mine.” “Wait, but I’m not your wi--” “Shh. You don’t know what you are to me. I told you I love you last night. I meant that shit.” They stared at each other for a few minutes, for Rae memories shot through her body of the night before. How all of the rumors she heard about E being a rough and ruthless lover in bed fell through when he laid her down gently and stroked her body delicately, covering every inch of her body in kisses before doing so. His voice echoed in his brain, “I love you Rae.”

“Deej, hey. Take the night off. Yeah, we got it. We may even finish both of our verses tonight. I got the studio time, don’t worry about it. Thanks for the beat though. Yeah, come back tomorrow so we can mix and master it. Alright. Bye.”

They spent the first half on that night making love all over the studio. Tagging each area with their bodies, they fucked up all of the levels on the switchboard, they smeared the glass in the recording booth, they finally finished on the couch and love seat where he said it again, “I love you Rae” her storm washed over her hearing him say it exactly how he did the night before, “I love you too E!” He grinned at her, “I told you last night baby, call me N’jadaka.” Her body was still going into refractory when she asked,  “I thought your name was Erik?” He wiped the sweat off her brow, “It is. For people who don’t know me.” She held his body tightly and close, “Okay Rae bae, we been going for two hours! We gotta finish this song. When we get done, we can go again.”

Dr. King stared at the couple, talking hand in hand, “Wow. You two had a whirlwind kind of love. It happened sort of fast!” Rae nodded her head, holding her belly with her free hand, “Without that, we wouldn’t have her so, I don’t care how fast it happened.” Erik kissed her forehead, “Me either.” Dr King wrote in her pad, slightly grinning, “I think there’s some hope for you two..”

June, 2018

This is TMZ news, the show with the latest in celebrity news.

Just five months after reconciling, E. Kill was caught cheating.. once again. Text messages surfaced after a rap beef between two women, Kyleene and Jae Doe went south. One of Jae’s friends outed Kyleene and claimed that Ky and her now former friend Xena tried to set up a threesome with E. Kill. After Ky denied the allegations, Xena came forward and leaked screenshots of messages between E. Kill and her, as well as messages between her and Ky, trying to confirm dates for the meet up. Although Xena never confirmed if they met up or not, it’s clear that E was trying to set that up.

Just a couple of hours ago, Rae went on her live and set the record straight for her fans:

“Hey faves, how ya’ll doing out there? First and foremost I’d like to thank all of you for supporting me and my music.  (Pauses) I’m sorry if you all hear Kire in the background, she’s a baby so..you know she’s gonna be cooing and whatnot. Anyway, as all of you know, my relationship has been in the public eye for about 6 months now. I’ve played everything about it real close to the chest since we got together because I thought it was the only thing I should keep to myself. For the past 6 months, N-Erik and I have been trying to reconcile our marriage for the sake of Kire and the love our relationship was built on. But now, I just think it’s time for us to go our separate ways. My husband and I love each other so much and we’re family, always and forever, but I think this separation and ultimate divorce is what’s right for us. I just ask for the fans who love us, continue loving us, continue supporting us in our future endevors. Love ya’ll! Bye.”

After Rae’s statement she finally posted adorable 4 month old Kire Genevieve Stevens

The employees awed at Kire’s cute little face, “She looks like a baby doll! Aww! E and Rae did that! E may not be sh*t, but they did that!” Raquel Harper clutched her heart, marveling at the baby. Harvey Levin smiled at the screen displaying her picture, “She is adorable. Which leads the question to E, with a hardworking and fine young woman at home like Rae and an adorable baby to go home to, why go back to your old ways that almost lost you your wife, again? I don’t get it!” Van Lathan stood up from his desk, “I hope he gets Rae back man..” “You think he can, Van?” Van scratched his head, “I don’t know Harvey but if he can, I say he goes for it. He made a beautiful family I hope he doesn’t let Rae go because every guy’s gonna try to scoop that up. I’m team love and he really loves her.”

“Once again, our well wishes are with the Stevens’ family in this difficult time.”

July, 2018

New Orleans

Essence Music Festival

Rae was set to co-headline the Saturday night set at the Dome with Mary J. Blige, this was her first major headline at any music festival. The only time her and N’jadaka spoke was when he’d facetime, and that was barely speaking, she’d only say hello to make sure he was connected before panning the phone to Kire’s face to babble to her father. It had been like that for over a month. Rae was halfway through her set before her DJ stopped, she looked around, “DJ, What the fuck?” Next thing she knew, E came out with a huge bouquet of flowers and a Mic. 

Rae was fuming, and she couldn’t hide the look on her face. She was shaking her head before he could even get to her. By the time he did get to her, he looked confused, covering the mic, “Baby, I’m sorry! Just hear me out!” Rae responded, “No! I have a show to do! What are you doing?” “You not talking to me! What else was I supposed to do?” She folded her arms, completely mortified at his public display. He got on the mic, “Rae, I love you baby. I’m sorry!” He hands her the flowers she was still not on the mic, “How did you even get up here?” Shawna walked on stage and retrieved the flowers, “Shawna..” “I’m sorry love, he was desperate.”

--

Rae finished her set in a blast of applause, “Thank you NOLA! I LOVE YOU!” She rushed to her green room where her entire team met her with congratulations. When Erik entered the room, it went completely silent, “Ya’ll go out and enjoy Mary! Ya’ll are off for the rest of the weekend!” Her make up, hair and wardrobe team cheered as they exited the room. Leaving Rae with Erik and Kire. Erik remained at the door until the last person walked out. He locked the door behind them.

“Rae, I’m sorry baby.” “You’re sorry for what? Getting caught?” Erik strutted over to her vanity, “I’m sorry for entertaining them, for embarrassing you and betraying you again.” “N’jadaka, we were supposed to be working on us. What the fuck! Is this my fault? Is it because I’ve been working since I got cleared after the baby?” “No baby please don’t go thinking this is your fault. It’s all me. This industry is tempting as fuck bae. I’m turning down bitches from left to right. Kyleene slipped through the cracks, claiming she wanted to do a collaboration. I mean, maybe she really did.. I don’t know. We really didn’t talk much. Her friend got my number through her and told me that Ky wanted a threesome.. I didn’t go through with it but I shouldn’t have entertained it.” Rae held her index finger up to his face, “That’s the most honest thing you’ve said in a month-- You shouldn’t have. You’re supposed to be my husband. What happened to talking through our shit like we learned at the beginning of our relationship? Like we re learned in therapy?” He opened his mouth to speak, yet Rae continued.

“What happened to us maintaining our family front, for Kire.. For us?” “Rae I can count on my hand how many times I’ve seen you in the past four months since your six week check up after having Kire. Five. I get it baby, we’re artists. We have to work to get paid. We’ve both been busy since then. We both lost sight of that. I can take my accountability for it. I am here trying to salvage our relationship.” “No, you’re here because you wanted people to feel sorry for you.” “Rae that’s bullshit!” “NO, N’jadaka that’s real shit!” Their bickering match was interrupted by Kire crying at their outburst. Rae pushed Erik out of her way to pick up their child, “We’re not about to yell in front of my child--” “Our child, Rae.” Kire reached for her daddy, he grabbed her. “You right though. We’re not. But that’s BS, you know it. I went up on stage to publicly apologize because my shit came out publically.” Rae still marveled at Erik and Kire’s blooming relationship. She rubbed his face as he was poking his daughter’s belly tickling her, “N’jadaka, you wanna know why I really forgave you the last time?” “Why?” Rae puckered her lips to the side, “Because, you came to me. You didn’t respond to anyone asking you every question under the sun about what I was gonna do or even about when I beat your ass.” They both chuckled at the memory of her destroying half of their old home.

“Even that bad time of our relationship, our friendship. It was just us. What you did out there, was for you. You were seeking validation from me, after betraying my trust, again. Thinking that some flowers and another apology was gonna win me back. It’s not. Like I told you and Dr. King, I’m not tolerating disrespect. You’ve disrespected me yet again. I don’t know if I can recover from that. I damn sure don’t know if you’ll do it again.” “Baby, I’ll never dishonor you or Kire ever again. I swear. I’ll retire if I need to.” Rae giggled at the suggestion, “Nigga, you’ll still be E. Killapussy to these hoes. Retired or not. Them bitches don’t even know what the whole Kill is in your name.” “Nobody does baby, only you.” She rolled her eyes, “Yeah yeah. Whatever.” “Babe, let’s take some time off. Let’s just enjoy each other as a family.” Erik’s puppy dog eyes were just irresistible, “That’s a start, Stevens.” They spent the remainder of the concert in the green room cuddling and coddling with Kire more cordial than they’ve been since before Kire arrived.

-- 

I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO BLACK PANTHER/MCU NOR THEIR CHARACTERS BEING USED IN MY FICS!

ALSO, I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE BABY PICTURE! I USED IT STRICTLY FOR REFERENCE PURPOSES! 

[enniewritesathing]

The Couple Interview

Rules:  answer the questions from your OC OTP’s point of view and tag as many people as you want. 

I was tagged by @pink-chevalier (thank you bb <3) and... well, I’m gonna tag everyone who wants to do it! 

This is a read, but this is also sort of a small primer for my newer followers.

1.  HOW DID YOU TWO MEET? 

Brian: “Oh, boy.”

John: “You want me to tell it, or...?”

Brian: “Nah, I got it. How can I put this? Back in our freshman year in high school, I kinda put out a hit on someone and I asked John to do it.”

John: “What?” (looks at Brian) “Well, when you word it like that, it sounds I killed the guy. I didn’t. And it wasn’t a hit. Brian ran cross country at the time and he was on the varsity team. The captain didn’t like that because Brian’s breaking records, so he tried to harass him. That is, until Brian pulled me aside and asked for help.”

Brian: “I didn’t have anyone to turn to. John was in my homeroom, and I always saw him carrying his gym bag with his gloves; I knew he fought, but I didn’t know what sport, but if it was enough to get McIntyre off my back... I asked John, which was the scariest part.”

John: “I wasn’t the friendliest lookin’ kid in the school.”

Brian: “Oh, he wasn’t. You really didn’t talk, and you were just... intense. Anyway, I asked him, even made the whole ‘you can copy my homework’ and all of that spiel, make the offer enticing because, why help me?”

John: “And you know what, I never took that offer up. I did it because I never liked the guy and two, I can’t stand it when I see someone getting harassed. And three because, Brian’s the only one to actually speak to me. Found out we have the same lunch period, so, we sat down and talked a bit.”

Brian: “And then McIntyre came.”

John: “Yeah... and I blocked him. He tried to get at Brian and next thing I know, McIntyre swings on me; I leaned back, he whiffs, I stepped in and threw a knee to his stomach -- not hard to break anything, thank god, but to send a message to him and everybody that watched: you fuck with Brian, I’ll fuck you up. Honestly? Should’ve punched him in the face.”

(Brian nods.)

Brian: “And, of course, god and country saw the whole thing, and John got suspended for a week.”

John: “And my uncle suspended me for... a month from fighting. It was worth it. I didn’t care about what my rep was. I was already the scary kid with the spooky eyes. (He shrugs) On top of that, lot of other people came forward about him harassin’ and he got expelled. I like to think of it as taking out the trash. My therapist wasn’t too happy about the whole thing... my mom was though.”

Brian: “I went over to his house. Which is in Windenburg. At the time, I lived in Oasis Springs. A loooong way off. Noelle, Mrs. Davidson came to the door. Looked at me up and down. I’m thinking this woman is going to yell at me for getting her son suspended, but... no, she asked what happened and I told her. She looks at me up and down again. She invited me in for dinner, so we could talk.”

John: “She didn’t really ground me because of what I did, but why I did it. She understands, but she also wished that I could’ve went a different way. But, after that, Brian started to come over and... that’s that.”

2. WHO IS THE MOST JEALOUS OF YOU TWO?

Brian: “Me.” (laughs) “I’m a lot better at it though.”

John: “See, I’m used to getting attention and Brian isn’t. So... when someone’s focusing solely on me, well...”

Brian: “I’ve had to do the slide in and do the clingly boyfriend thing a couple of times.”

John: “Now, Brian just wanders off.”

Brian: “I figure, eh, he’s probably making someone’s day or something, it’s no big. John’s not exempt though! We went out one time and the waiter was really flirting with me, and I gotta admit... that margarita was pretty good.”

John: “I made him a better margarita when we got home.”

3. WHAT’RE YOUR 3 FAVOURITE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT YOUR PARTNER? 

Brian: “Just three? That’s not fair...” (John has a smug look as Brian looks at him.)

John: (kiss the air) “Hey, how ya’ doin’?”

Brian: (laughs) “Oh my god. If I had to honestly pick... (Brian rubs his chin.) Hmm. Hair, chest, and... lips. John’s hair? Look at it. It’s long and luscious. Like a cover of a romance novel. Lips? Soft and plush. I think about some of the kisses he gives two weeks later. His chest? (He grins.) Firm, yet supple. Look at that carpet!”

(John is blushing)

John: “Brian used to hate my chest hair. Like to the point of threatening to wax it off. So I said, “okay” and I did. And all of a sudden he hated how smooth I was. He couldn’t just run his fingers through it. Hell, I hated it because it just made everything sensitive. Never again. Oh, and by the way, every chance he gets, he sleeps on it.”

Brian: “You make a good pillow!”

John: “Apparently! You drool every time!”

Brian: “Alright, alright, enough about you. What about me?” 

(Before John answers, Brian turns to him and bats his eyelashes (:3))

John: “I see... three isn’t fair.”

Brian: “Right?!”

John: “Eyes, Legs, Freckles. Brian’s eyes... they’re hazel. It’s easy to get lost in them, like a forest. They twinkle when he smiles. You have a wonderful smile. And his eyelashes? I’m jealous. Legs... ooh. See, I like Brian’s legs because it... kind of brings him together. He’s long and slender... like a dancer. Graceful.”

Brian: “Aw.”

John: “And a lovely ass. I can just eat it like a peach. I love peaches.”

Brian: “Yet you eat like--” (Brian pauses and turns beet red and covers his face.) “Oh.”

John: “Freckles! I can really see them now. You should see him after he’s been in the sun. There’s so many, and I wanna play connect the dots. But also, it makes him cuter than he ought to be. Like right now.” 

4. WHO’S MORE LIKELY TO BE RUNNING LATE?

John: “Brian has no sense of time since he’s been a nurse.”

Brian: “I really don’t. There are times it gets so hectic in there that time is a myth and a lie. I don’t even know how I get home on some days.”

John: “It sort of bleeds over to when we’re getting ready to go out. He takes forever to pick an outfit. Hell, he has a mini fashion show to see what looks good. Babe, all of it looks good.”

Brian: “I have to be coordinated. You’d think John with (gestures) all of this, he’d be late. He’s not. He knows exactly what he’s gonna wear, how to wear his hair...”

John: “We were fifteen minutes late to see a movie because he couldn’t decide if he wanted to wear long sleeves or short sleeves. I told him it’s gonna be cold in there. It’s always cold in the theater. You’d think he listened.”

Brian: “I didn’t. Thus, we had to sneak into another showing...”

5. WHO IS THE MOST ORGANISED AND WHO IS THE MESSIEST?

Brian: “I am the messiest person alive. In our first apartment, John made a little study area for me.”

John: “I don’t remember a time where I saw the floor because papers, books, clothes... name it, it was there or on the desk. I’ve tried cleaning it up but then Brian got mad at me because he couldn’t find his notes.”

Brian: “Listen, when I got into my major, I needed to keep everything because, you never know.”

John: “We still have those books. It’s been... 3 years?”

Brian: “As much money I had to pay for them, holy shit. I digress.”

John: “I gave up after awhile and let it be, but I at least picked up the clothes and shoes. Brian claimed that he can find whatever in the chaos he made.”

Brian: “I’m jealous of John’s organization skills. I mean, he has to with all the tools he’s gotta keep track of.”

6. WHO IS THE BIGGER FLIRT? (FLIRTS THE MOST?)

(They look at each other.)

John: “Brian flirts on complete accident.”

Brian: “How so?”

John: “Your eyelashes, for one thing. You bat them. And then you have this specific voice. I call it your nurse voice.”

Brian: “Nurse voice? You don’t know what I sound like when I work!”

John: “I imagine it to be soft and gentle, like this. ‘Excuse me, can you tell me where the candles are? (in normal voice) and then you smile and whatnot. Every guy you ask for assistance, well... there’s an effect. 

Brian: “Huh. Didn’t know that. John is... a bad flirt. Let me take that back, when he’s not thinking about it, he’s okay. When he is...”

John: “Before we started dating, I’d try to flirt and I wondered why Brian never really responded. Turns out I try too hard. And he knows this because I put more bass in my voice and then he can’t understand me. (laughs)”

7. WHO DOES THE MOST COOKING?

John: “I have to do the cooking, or else Brian will die of starvation.”

Brian: “John. C’mon.”

John: “He has a habit of just... not eating. Especially when he gets busy or when he’s really focusing on something. And during that time, he’ll eat like, a granola bar. That’s no calories and no energy. Or junk food. I’ve been cooking since I was 11, and I cook actual meals.”

Brian: “Are you gonna tell the story? I feel like you are.”

John: “I’m gonna. So, about a year and a half ago, I’m at work, I get a call from the hospital, where Brian works. I’m his emergency contact, so I’m freaking out. I get there, this jerk is in one of the beds. Turns out that he’s been living off of caffiene for three days and haven’t eaten in a day and a half, AND, been on 14-hour shifts. Oh, and haven’t slept since last year.”

Brian: “We’re still understaffed and... shit happens. I had to get a couple shots of adenosine, I passed out from low blood sugar...”

John: “I may have yelled at someone about his schedule. When we got home, Brian told me that he didn’t have time to eat. Even when he gets back. So, I started meal preps. Nutrient dense. I even asked his supervisor a couple of times if I could take him down to the cafeteria so he could actually eat so he’ll have energy to take care of his patients.”

Brian: “I just don’t have the time. Or, I’m not able to make the time that I need. John’s schedule is more stable than mine, so he does the cooking. Or I will starve.”

8. HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT KIDS AND DO YOU WANT THEM? IF SO HOW MANY?

(John looks at Brian with a very pointed look)

Brian: “What?”

John: “Nothing, nothing...”

Brian: “We’ve talked about kids, and... John wants ‘em, I’m on the fence. But he understands that. (John nods) I love kids, but not right now. That’s a huge step, and right now, I don’t think we’re stable enough. We’re still pretty young, y’know.”

John: “Yeah, I’m not in a rush and you’re right, we’re young. On the record? Three. At least one daughter.”

Brian: “The real question is, how are we gonna address... you’re not calling yourself Papa.”

John: “Why not? I like the ring of it. Papa John.”

Brian: “Ugh...”

9. WHO WEARS THE PANTS IN THE RELATIONSHIP?

(John twiddles his thumbs)

John: “We try to keep it even. But... Brian is pretty bossy.”

Brian: “I am not. A little bit.”

John: “Let’s put it this way, any major decision, I run it past him and if he says no or maybe, I just... drop it. Brian tends to do it and then tells me after the fact. He hasn’t done it in a while.”

Brian: “I try not to, but I’m also compensating for years of not being assertive. I’m just taking it out on poor John.”

John: “It’s alright, honey. I enjoy it when you wear the pants.” (He winks.)

Brian: “John.”

John: “Huh?”

10. WHAT’S YOUR PARTNER’S LEAST FAVOURITE HOUSEWORK TASK?

Brian: “You know what? I’m not sure. I woudn’t say that John enjoys all of it, but I think he’s just indifferent to it. He’s a hands on kind of guy.”

John: “Cleaning the fridge.”

Brian: “Oh.”

John: “I’ve found a lot of science experiments in there. I made the grave mistake of opening up tupperware that sat in there for... six months. Threw up in the sink because the smell was so horrendous.”

Brian: “Ew.”

John: “I tell Brian to empty whatever he has leftover in his lunchbox into the trash. Each time he’s left something in there, he forgets it.”

Brian: “Sorry...”

John: “I do most of the chores, but Brian and laundry? Forget it. He’ll wash it and y’know, put it in the drier, but that’s it.”

Brian: “I admit, I’m lazy. I just pull out what I need from it. Even if I manage to put it in the basket, the cat gets into it and I just leave her there.” 

11. WHAT WAS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICED ABOUT EACH OTHER?

Brian: “John’s eyes. It’s hard not to notice them. They were sad looking, but the rest of him wasn’t. I honestly thought they were contacts until he proved me wrong by touching his eye. Eugh.”

John: “They’re amber. Extremely rare in humans. Light hits it right, they look like gold. It freaks people out when I look at ‘em too long, so I try not to do that. I use that to my advantage before a match though; I always see them squirm just for a second.”

Brian: “They’re goregous though.”

John: “Hmm. I noticed how small Brian was when I first saw him. I mean, I wasn’t much taller or bigger than him at the time, but man, Brian, you were tiny. A strong gust could’ve knocked you over.”

Brian: “If you saw pictures of me back then and compared to me now, you’d be shocked by the difference. My growth spurt happened but then I was a bean pole. Even in college. Hell, I didn’t really start gaining weight until a couple of years ago. I needed a lot of sandwiches.”

12. WHAT DOES YOUR PARTNER DO THAT PISSES YOU OFF?

Brian: “John is stubborn about a lot of things, but when I have to tell him to slow down and scale it back when he’s training for a match, tournament, whatever, he just... he won’t listen.”

John: “Here we go.”

Brian: “He can be obsessive and single-minded. John will train himself to the bone. It’s happened before.”

John: “I do what it takes to win. You know that.”

Brian: “I know I’ve probably told this story before, but this nut broke three of his ribs during a match. He went on to finish it. He won. I don’t know how. After that, he collapses. I’m freaking out. One of his ribs punctured his lung--”

John: “--it wasn’t that big--”

Brian: “--and he was hospitalized. It took him three months. Would’ve been two but he caught pnuemonia trying to get back to it because he felt fine. John, I love you, but you have to let your body heal and recover or you’re gonna breakdown faster than you want to.”

John: “Oh, like you haven’t done that before. Brian used to pull so many all nighters when we were in college. One point, he didn’t sleep for three days. He was so stressed, he had a nervous breakdown. It was bad. And it pisses me off when he doesn’t take care of himself. I get it, you have to take care of a lot of people, but you gotta make time for yourself so you won’t burnout. Sometimes I just... want to swaddle you in a blanket so you can actually sleep.”

Brian: “Man... we’re stubborn, huh?”

13. WHERE’S THE CRAZIEST/WEIRDEST PLACE YOU’VE EVER HAD SEX?

John:  (mumbles) “The hospital.”

Brian: “That was... that was interesting. John, that was left field.”

John: “Brian was on-call at the time. Basically, he had to be in the immediate area of the hospital, just in case he’s needed. It’s three days long, and he’s rotated in every... what, three months?”

Brian: “About three months.”

John: “He can’t exactly leave there, but there’s some dorms set aside for it. Bed, fridge. It’s basic. After his shift ended, he called me up wanting some food, so I cooked and brought it over. Here’s the thing. I hate hospitals. Hate’s a strong word; I intensely dislike them. Bad memories. I’m just wanting to go in, get out. But, Brian’s here. He knows about it. For whatever reason, I asked for a tour.”

Brian: “I have keys, and it was after hours, so no one was around. I explained what was in the room and, y’know answered questions he had. We get back, and John’s... bothered.”

John: “I told him about some dreams I had. Uh, they took place in the hospital and... it was very, very kinky. Let’s go with that.”

Brian: “The way he described everything, I just...”

John: “We fucked, and it was the hottest thing. Top 3.”

Brian: “We learned too... and, uhm...” (laughs) “Yeah, I learned something about John that I wasn’t expecting at all, but I was happy to oblige.”

John: “And five minutes later, he got paged so, we didn’t get to let everything sink in.” 

14. DO YOU KNOW YOUR PARTNER’S LOVE LANGUAGE? IF YES, WHAT IS IT?

Brian: “Love language... oh! I’ve read about this! John’s language is... how does this work again? His language is... he does things for me so I don’t have to worry about it. Chores, errands. He doesn’t like to talk about it, he just does it. And I’m forever grateful for him. Thank you. (Brian kisses him on the cheek. John smiles.)

John: “And, Brian’s language is touch. I know it’s a part of his job too, but...  after a hard match and I’m busted up good no matter what the outcome is, he’s always there for me. His presence makes everything better. Even if I’ve lost. His touch keeps me grounded, makes sure I’m alright. That’s comforting and that’s pretty much what I need.”

Brian: “That and preventing him from doing anything dumb.”

John: “Of course.” (Laughs)

15. WHERE DO YOU SEE THE 2 OF YOU IN 10 YEARS?

John: “Ten years? Married. Kids? Maybe. More cats? Probably.”

Brian: “We don’t know how Spaghetti would handle that... yes on everything else.”

[skiller0dani]

Demon and the Dame | Part Five

Summary: After 6 long months with Dean in the wind, Eleanor finally sees him again but it’s not the reunion she was expecting.  

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Eleanor Walker (OC) 

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Spoiler Alert Season 10, Swearing, Gore, Violence, 

A/N: I know I posted earlier but that part was REALLY short and I felt bad so here’s another post for you guys!! If you think I didn’t put enough Demon!Dean into this series don’t worry!! Demon!Dean will reappear in flashbacks ;) 

Part 4  Part 6 Masterlist

6. Fucking. Months. He left 6 months ago and for 5 of those months Eleanor searched everywhere for him, practically tore the country in half looking for Dean but he was gone as quickly as he came and it only occurred to her after he left that he didn’t even give her his last name. He left and he gave her no way of finding him, so Eleanor gave up and settled on living in some dirty apartment just outside Lebanon. Her search was met with dead end after dead end, without a last name she didn’t get very far. She followed a lead from the Black Spur to San Francisco where she heard rumors of someone fitting Dean’s description but it turned out to be a druggie robbing drug stores. From there another source led her to Colorado but that turned out to be a morbidly obese man whose name happened to be Dean, but he was in jail for attempted burglary. Most of her searches went like that. 

Eleanor felt stupid, she had a good setup in Beulah and she dropped everything to find her mystery man. Dean probably isn’t even his real name and no matter how many times Anne-Marie had warned her to stay away from Dean, Eleanor just didn’t listen. “He’s no good El, just stay away. Trust me I learned the hard way.” And now Eleanor is convinced that Dean left her worse off than he left Anne. Since now she was working at some sleazy bar where the tips are shitty and the uniform is slinky. Eleanor thought that taking a job where the required uniform showed off your tits and ass would have decent tippers, but she turned out to be dead wrong. Man was her judgement skewed, and every day she itches more and more to return to the Black Spur, but some other part of her doesn’t want to give up. She doesn’t want to stop looking for Dean. She considered trying to look for his brother and work backwards from there, it’d be easier to find Dean that way but he never mentioned his brother’s name. She can’t even remember if she heard him say it when he came in to the Black Spur. Sean? Seth? Eleanor swears it starts with an S. 

Since she gave up her search her heart hasn’t hurt any less, but she has found a new interest in hunting. It feels good to save people and while it took her a while to learn what kills what, and what everything is, Eleanor doesn’t think she’s half bad at it. She finds it particularly entertaining to kill vampires and those are usually the cases she looks into. Dean stumbled into her life, protected her, made her fucking head spin and then poof he cruised right out of her life in a 1967 Chevy Impala. Oh and she had tried to track the car using the plates but apparently Dean changes and ditches the plates on a regular basis. So that led her to a garbage dump in the middle of Ohio. Yet another dead end. He was just gone and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. Every part of her still loved him, he was wild and mysterious and sex on legs. Part of her thinks he doesn’t want to be found, that he’s holed up in some other run down bar making eyes at a pretty petite waitress in tight jeans. Doing with that waitress what he used to do with her. She tries not to think of that- it makes her violently jealous. 

Donning her Reporter getup- she waited for the witness while she was speaking with the police. Eleanor was pleasantly surprised when she learned of a possible vamp attack right here in Lebanon, at least she didn’t have to take off work to investigate- or stay in some dirty motel room. Not that her apartment was much better. When the young girl turned around, Eleanor dove in with her voice recorder. “Excuse me ma’am my name is Donna Gilman, I’m with the Lebanon Daily, and I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about the attack?” Eleanor asked, learning early that it’s much easier to use fake badges and fake names that way she couldn’t be tracked, and nothing could be traced back to her. The witness- whose name was Elaine Marshall- told her about the attack. About how the man had “shark like teeth and moved quickly” how he lunged at one of her friends and ripped her throat out, with his teeth. The police of course are saying that because of the adrenaline and the fact that she was so shaken up that she was just seeing things. That the man most likely used a weapon to kill her friend- but Eleanor knew better. The man was definitely a vamp.  

Looking at the police sketch of the man, Eleanor realized that he was a regular at the bar she works at- Nighttime Rush. The bar really lives up to its name as it’s only open from 10 PM to 4:30 AM. And it really was a rush from the moment the bar opened to the moment it closed. In case anything like this had happened, Eleanor hid some supplies she would need for a hunt under the floorboards in the back where the employee lockers were. Working her usual tables with her small tight uniform on, and a tray in her hand she looks around the bar for the man. “Hey sweetheart, can I get another drink?” A familiar voice asks from her right causing her to stop and her blood to run cold. Eleanor hesitantly looks to her right to see the one and only Dean sitting with his brother at the bar. He’s clad in a black suit and sending a sideways smile at her while he tries to subtly look her up and down. Her voice is hoarse and broken as she whispers, “Dean?” And he looks nothing but startled. 

Eleanor turns and makes a beeline for the employee lounge in the back, where she hears footsteps following her. Three guesses who they belong to. Dean turns the corner, and his eyes settle on her. He seems different somehow, like a different person. He doesn’t send off the same feeling of danger that he did before, and she can’t quite put her finger on it but she can tell something has drastically changed him in the last 6 months. “How did you know my name?” He asks, his voice a mixture of forceful and confused, his eyebrows are pinched together as he stands a safe distance from her. Eleanor however is just as-if not more- confused than he is. He seems genuinely confused, did something happen to him? Does he have some form of amnesia? She looks over his uniform and notices a small slip of paper sticking out of the inside pocket- a paper with his name written at the top like someone left him a note. 

“Saw it there,” Eleanor said as casually as she could, gesturing to the paper and Dean glances down, letting out a breath. “Sorry, didn’t mean to...y’know.” Dean says, awkwardly itching the back of his neck and Eleanor looks him over. He’s more reserved than he used to be, not as confident, he almost seems unsure of himself. Which is drastically different from the overly confident, self assured person she met back in Beulah. Eleanor could hardly control the trembling in her voice, he really doesn’t remember her. “You hunting the vamp?” Eleanor asks boldly, wondering if what Dean told her about monsters and his family all those months ago was true. Dean raised his brows, looking taken aback but soon a sly smile takes over his features. “Yeah actually, you a hunter?” He asks and Eleanor swallows, nodding. She was only a hunter because of him. Ironic right? 

“Eleanor Walker.” She introduces, sticking out her hand and Dean takes it. “Dean Winchester, the guy that’s with me is my brother Sam.” Sam! She knew it started with an S, “mind if I join you in cutting down this vamp?” Eleanor asks, smiling and Dean nods. “The more the merrier.” He laughs, watching Eleanor as she moves to her hidden supplies. Winchester. So that’s his last name. “Hid some stuff here, is our vamp in for a drink yet?” She asks, prying back the floorboards to ensure her supplies are still here. Dean checks his phone and nods, “yup he just walked in. You got a plan? Me and Sam were going to tail him.” Dean says, arching a brow in her direction when she nods. “I was gonna lead him back here, and slice that bastards head off.” Dean smiles widely, and Eleanor notices how much nicer he is now than he used to be. “That is a plan I can get behind. How about I stay back here just in case you need help, and Sam tails you both back here just in case he runs off.” Dean suggests and Eleanor places a hand on her hip. 

“What? You think I need help Winchester? I may be a girl but I could totally take you.” Eleanor teases and Dean chuckles, “oh I bet you could...” He mumbles, his eyes trailing over her as she moves back to the bar to find Sam. Mostly because she wants to find the vamp but partly because she needs some space from Dean. Eleanor has no idea how she’s supposed to act like she doesn’t know who Dean is, and with how different he is she almost loves him more. He seems to care more, he’s funnier, more laid back, gentler, and everything he wasn’t when she first met him. Once she finds Sam she leans across the bar to talk to him. 

“Long story short I’m a hunter and I’m here to help you and Dean. We have a plan.” Eleanor whispers in Sam’s ear, but Sam nods. “Dean texted me, nice to meet you Eleanor.” He responds, showing her the text when the vamp walks into the club. She nods towards the door and Sam nods, his hand resting on the hilt of his machete. Eleanor flips her hair behind her back as she slinks over towards the vamp, swaying her hips a little more than she normally would. The way this is all set up reminds her of the first vamp hunt she went on with Dean before he left the Black Spur. 

“You sure?” Eleanor asks Dean but he rolls his eyes, “yeah I’m sure. Trust me.” He says and she nods, seeing the vamp leaning back against the back of the motel. She takes a deep breath and slinks over to him, swaying her hips more than she normally would, and the vamps eyes land on her right away. “Hey baby,” She says, batting her eyelashes at him. He turns to face him, his eyes wide and hungry. “Oh baby, you look positively delicious,” He whispers, slamming her back against the brick wall. The vamp presses her hard against the wall and her vision is blurry from the impact against the wall. His fangs come into view and he leans down dragging his fangs against her pulse point to bite her neck but Dean swings his machete, cutting off the vamps head. “I thought you said you were coming when I came over! You said nothing about me getting slammed against the goddamn wall Dean!” She snapped, wiping off vamp blood from her neck and face. “Don’t be a baby, you’re fine.” Dean snaps, shrugging his shoulders. 

Eleanor leans up into the vamp, having been flirting with him for a few minutes now. She takes his hand and begins to lead him back to where Dean was waiting and Eleanor prays this isn’t going to be like last time. She had to miss work for days due to a concussion that vamp gave her and Dean didn’t even give as much as a sorry. Eleanor casually sent a nod towards Sam who stood up and followed them at a safe distance. Once she led him back to near the lockers she turned, reaching back to grab her machete when the vamp showed his teeth. His hands went around her neck and she brought a knee up and slammed it into his stomach. This gave Eleanor enough time to scramble for her machete but Dean sliced his head off before she had the chance. Eleanor sat gasping against the lockers when Dean crouched in front of her. “Eleanor, are you okay?” Dean asked with genuine concern in his eyes, looking her over. She nodded slowly, feeling surprised at his concern. Before he was just indifferent. 

“Good, now care to share a drink with us? I say you’ve earned it.” Dean laughed and Eleanor nodded, taking his outstretched hand and being pulled up. A few hours later they were all sat at her kitchen table, sharing a bottle of Whiskey, which still appears to be Dean’s drink of choice. That much didn’t change about him it would seem. “So, Eleanor how did you get into hunting?” Sam asked, all three of their heads a little fussy from the alcohol. Eleanor racked her brain for an excuse as both Sam and Dean were awaiting an answer. She then remembered what Dean said to her all those months ago, “uh it kind of runs in the family.” She said quickly, knowing full well that her parents died in a car accident when she was very young. Which might work in her favor as she has no other family, so no one to rat out her secret. “Ah another born and raised hunter. Explains why you’re so good at it.” Dean compliments, sending a wink her way. Eleanor avoids his gaze when Sam checks his watch. “Shit it’s already 3.” He says and Dean nods, “yeah we better go before we fall asleep at your table.” Dean laughs and Eleanor nods, feeling both relieved and disappointed he has to leave already. This Dean is much more pleasant to hang out with than the Dean from six months ago. 

“Here, this is our number. Feel free to call or join us on a hunt anytime.” Dean said and Sam nodded as they headed out. Once they said their goodbyes and the door clicked shut Eleanor rested her head against her hands. What the fuck is going on? 

[maealbert]

His Sister (Part 4)

Multiple Part Fictions Characters: Spencer Reid x OC (Anna Reid)

A/N: Back at it with the Reid Half Siblings!

Previous Parts Master List

Anna sat there in Emily’s office while the room filled with silence. “I’m so sorry.” Emily softly spoke as she leaned forward on the desk. The door to the office swung open and Spencer stormed in.

“Can they do that?! Can they give him that short of a sentence?!” He yells.

“Apparently they can...”

“But three years?!” Spencer exclaims as he walks over to the desk. “That’s what he got the last time!”

“Spencer, I can’t do anything about this.. I just got the phone call..” Emily says. Anna gets up from the chair and exits the office. Spencer runs out after her and stops her at the elevator.

“Don’t even say anything.” Anna says as she hits the down button.

“I’m just as mad as you are.” Spencer says.

“Mad? Just as mad as me?” Anna scoffs as she shakes her head. “This is my problem, not yours.”

“You’re my sister!”

“Just two weeks ago, you didn’t even know that I existed!” Anna exclaims just as the doors open. JJ and Tara both standing inside. “I’ve been through this once without you, I can do it again.” She says as she steps into the elevator. He jumps into the elevator before the doors close. “Spencer, I can handle this myself.”

“I’m not letting you go through this alone.” Spencer says as he turns to face her. “Don’t you get it? You’re my little sister and my duty as your older brother is to protect you.”

“Your duty?” Anna says as she squints her eyes at Spencer. “You were never obligated to protect me. I can protect myself.”

“I’m the only family you have left!”

“In case you forgot, we both have a father.”

“So you’re willing to go a man, who by the way never knew you existed until the death of your mother, for something like this but not your own brother?!”

“I didn’t say I was going to him, Spencer.” Anna says as she steps out into the lobby. Spencer still follows after her. “Quit following me Spencer.”

“No. I want to know why you won’t let me help you.”

“Help me? Help me how? My ex-husband is in jail for three years. I think I have plenty of time to figure out what I should do.”

“Please, just let me be there for you!”

“I don’t need you!” Anna exclaims as she spins to face Spencer. “I don’t need the team’s help, I don’t need dad’s help, nor do I need your help!”

“What is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me? My mother passed away a month and half ago, my non-existent father comes into my life and tells me that I have a half brother who works for the FBI that I never knew about because apparently my mother kept secrets from me. But it gets better.. My ex-husband is a murderer who robbed the bank and nearly killed me! Oh no, but nothing’s wrong Spencer, I just need some sleep, so leave me alone!” Anna turns on her heels and rushes for the exit. Spencer still stands there watching Anna as she leaves. Looking down at his feet he lets out a sigh before turning around himself and going back to the elevator.

Emily steps out of her office when she sees Spencer come back into the bullpen. “Where’d she go?”

“She left..” Spencer mutters as he collapses into his desk chair. “And she isn’t taking it very well.”

“We can help her.”

“She doesn’t need our help. She said so herself.” Spencer says as he turns to his computer. Emily sighs as she sits down in Tara’s chair.

“But when Adam is released, he’ll come after her.” Emily says. “What if he gets to her first before we do?”

“There’s nothing I can do to change her mind.”

“But you’re her brother. She’ll listen to you more than she will any of us or your father.” Emily countered.

Spencer’s cell phone rang and he picked it up to see the same unknown number that called him before Anna showed up. “Hello?” Silence followed. “Heeellooo?” He says again. Still more silence. Right as he begins to pull the phone from his ear to hang up, he hears a soft voice.

“Do you remember me Spencer?” A woman’s voice spoke. His heart dropped. “Anna looks beautiful today. Must be a shame if something were to happen to her.”

“Spence?” Emily says as she leans closer to him.

“How did you get out?”

“Well if you behave than chances are you get out early.”

The phone falls from Spencer’s hands. Emily grabs it before it hits the floor. Putting the phone to her hear. She waits a few seconds before speaking. “Who is this?”

“Ahhhh, well if it isn’t Emily Prentiss. How’s it like being Unit Chief?”

“This isn’t about me.”

“You’re right.. It’s about me.” The woman says as she gets out of the car.

“Who are you?”

“Let’s just say I’m a blast from the past coming to strike for the third time. Maybe then Spencer will get the hint that I’m not backing down.” The line cuts off. Spencer springs out of his chair and runs for the stairs. Emily rushes after him and down the stairs.

The woman picks up her speed as she follows after Anna to her car. Lifting up her gun she points it at Anna’s back. “Anna Reid..” She says pulling off the safety. Anna stops walking and turns around slowly.

“Who-Who are you?” She asks.

“Just someone who want revenge on Spencer.”

“Stay away from me.” Anna says as she slowly back away.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Anna throws open her car door into the women knocking the gun out of her hand. “Anna!” She hears Spencer yell.

“Anna run!” Emily yells as Anna turns around to run.

Spencer sees a black mini van speeding over. The woman yells to the passenger to open the door. “NO!” Spencer shouts as he runs after them. “LET HER GO!” Anna screams for Spencer as she’s thrown into the van. “LET HER GO!”

“SPENCER!” Anna cries before she’s gagged. Emily pulls out her gun and shoots at the van but only able to leave a few bullets holes in the back and shatter one of the back windows.

“Dammit!” Emily curses. She sees Spencer running to one of the SUVs. “Where are you going?!”

“To save my sister! That bitch is going to die once I get my hands on her!”

“We need backup!” Emily shouts as she runs after him. “Let me drive.” She says taking the keys from him. She turns the car on and speeds up.

The phone rings in Garcia’s office. Sitting up in her chair she rubs her eyes before slipping on her glasses. “I wasn’t asleep. What are you talking about?”

“Garcia, I know you were asleep. Listen, we need your help.”

“We?”

“Spencer’s with me. We desperately need your brains to work with us here.”

Garcia could hear the sirens in the background. “Did I miss something?”

“Look, we’ll explain everything to everyone later. Right now, I need you to track us and Anna’s phone.”

“Is she in trouble?”

“Her life is at stake!” Spencer yells. “Fucking Lindsey is back!”

“Lindsey’s back?!”

“Garcia, location now!” Emily shouts.

“They’re on 495 heading north.”

“Keep an eye on them Garcia.”

“Do you want me to get the others?”

“We’re gonna need them.” Emily says. “Hold on tight Reid.” She says as she makes a sharp turn around to go the highway.

“Lindsey Vaughn has had a tough life. Witness Protection Program because of her father and was involved a kidnapping and murder, which we of course had the pleasure of working with.”

“Now how did she get out this time?” JJ questioned feeling the anger boil up inside of her. The rest of team were already in route.

“Apparently behaving and being a model inmate gets your an early release.” Garcia explained. “Trust me, I went through her prison records.”

“And she took Anna to get back at Reid?”

“Yes ma’am. She’s been calling them for months. Spencer recalled getting the same unknown caller as Anna. No talked but they called both of them. I guess Lindsey wanted to get close to Anna so she called her too to hear what she sounded like.”

“You have an interesting theory.” Rossi says.

“Well yeah kind of. I looked at phone records and the same phone number called them at least twenty times in the time span of two months. Oh and get this.. Police went by Lindsey loft. Found photos of Anna at work, at home, going out to the gym, getting lunch with friends, even when she’d been here in town with Spencer. Like, there’s tons of photos. So yeah.. Getting close to Anna is a true theory.”

Lindsey looked at Anna. Her eyes full of hate and anger. “You’re so beautiful.” She says stroking Anna’s hair. Anna tried to move her head away. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your face is in tacked when your brother finds your dead body in the bathroom.” Anna’s eyes widen as she shakes her head. “Don’t be scared. It’ll be quick and painless.”

“I can see the van.” Spencer says.

“Garcia, we got eyes on them.” Emily says.

“Please be careful you guys.” Garcia says. “And don’t get into an car accidents this time either.”

“No promises.” Emily responds as she picks up speed. Weaving in between cars on the 495 she gets right behind the van.

“We got eyes on Prentiss and Reid as well as the van.” Luke says from one of the other SUVs.

“Guys please be careful. Remember the last time you all went chasing after someone?” Garcia says from the comfort of her office.

“Garcia, we’ll be fine.” Rossi says.

“Lindsey, exit is closed for construction.” The driver spoke.

“Well go through it!” Lindsey shouts back at him.

“But it’s closed!”

“Hey, if we die, we die. At least I won’t have to waste my time torturing Anna.”

Anna starts screaming. “Or we could just get rid of her now! The feds have been following us since we left Quantico! We gotta get them off our asses!”

“Unlock the doors.”

“I didn’t mean here! We’re surrounded by a dozen cars on the highway!”

“Well find a damn ditch and we’ll throw her out! But after she’s dead!”

“We can’t kill her, Lindsey! This is nuts!”

“I’m sorry but I thought I was the one is charge?”

“Yes but I’m the driver. So I could just drive to the police station and turn you in.”

“You wouldn’t do that.”

“That just proves that you don’t know me at all.”

The driver turns the steering wheel away from the exit and keeps down the highway. “Can’t they just pull over?!” Spencer exclaims.

“They have to soon, we’re almost out of gas.” Emily says as she presses her foot down further on the gas pedal.

“Looks like we got some company.” Spencer says as he looks out of the window.

“Who?” Emily asks as she keeps her eyes trained on the road in front of her.

“EMILY THIS IS WILL.”

Emily rolls her eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Her phone starts to ring. “Will, seriously?”

“We have a road blockage up ahead. JJ called hoping to get some more reinforcements. So slow down.”

“I’m sorry, have you met Lindsey?” Emily says. Her hands gripping on the steering wheel.

“Just slow. We have it handled down the road.”

“Oh you better.” Emily says as she eases her foot off the gas. Luke pulled his SUV up on the other side of Emily. “What’s going on?” Tara asked after she rolled down the window.

“Will’s got road blocks up ahead. They can’t get far.”

“Looks like they’ve come to stop.” Luke calls from the driver’s side.

The driver looks back at Lindsey. “Let her go. Either way, you’re not making it of here alive.” He says turning the van off. He turns to face Lindsey. “I’m leaving this up to you.”

“So now you give me the choice?” Lindsey says as she crawls over to the van door. “Let’s go Sis.” She says pulling Anna out with her. She tears the duck tape off of Anna’s mouth and unties her hands. She hands her the gun.

“Lindsey, put your hands where we can see them.” JJ says.

Lindsey shoves the gun into Anna’s hands. “Listen to what you were told! Hands where we can see them!” Lindsey spins Anna around to face Spencer. “If I can’t take your life than you can take his.”

“Lindsey, drop the gun!” Emily shouts.

“Please don’t make me do this.” Anna whimpers as she tries to remove her hands from the gun. Lindsey tightened her grip on Anna’s hands and curled Anna’s index finger around the trigger. “Lindsey, I know you’re mad. And hurt. And whatever Spencer did, I’m positive that he’s sorry about it. But you did what you did was out of anger and now? Now it’s just the same...”

“You don’t know anything about me.” Lindsey growled in Anna’s ear. “You don’t that shit I’ve been through. After Katie was murdered, everything went down hill. I fell into the wrong crowd and my father gave up on me. He stopped talking to me and it ruined my entire life. So when I got the call from Cat to ruin Spencer’s life..well.. I couldn’t turn that down. And now? Well this was just my own decision. I came back to get the revenge Cat always wanted on Spencer. She really wanted him dead, not his mother, not his team, but him. And you’re gonna do that.”

“Lindsey, you’re making a big mistake here.” Rossi said. “Just put the gun down.”

“Shut up grandpa.” Lindsey says. “This is between me, Anna, and Spencer.”

“Fine, than I’ll talk.” Spencer says as he takes a step towards her and Anna.

“Don’t take another move.” Lindsey said as she tightened Anna’s fingers on the trigger.

“Lindsey, please. He’s my brother. Don’t do this.” Lindsey was silent. “Lindsey, imagine if the roles were reversed. What you were Spencer, and I were you? What if he was trying to get you to kill your father? What if he wanted you to know how scared you were thinking that you couldn’t save your father?”

“Why are you saying this?”

“Because that’s how I’m feeling right now. And that’s how Spencer’s feeling too. He doesn’t know if I’m going to live, and I don’t know if he’s going to live. So please, Lindsey. Do the right thing and let go of the gun.”

“You’re not a cop, Anna. I’m not going to listen to you.”

“Well then I’m not going to follow your orders, Lindsey.” Anna twisted her hands grabbing hold of Lindsey’s arms and twisting it around her back. She shoved her into the van. “Mess with me, my friends, or my family again and just let me tell you that you’re going to regret it.” Emily and Will look at each other. Will reaches for the cuffs in his belt and toss them to Anna. “I may not be a cop or work for the FBI, but I took enough defense classes with my mother to know how to fight.”

“You sure didn’t fight during that bank robbery in Vegas. By the way, how’s your ex-husband doing?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.” Anna says as she cuffs Anna’s together.

“Ever thought about maybe becoming a cop?” Will asks Anna after he puts Lindsey in the back of the cruiser.

“Don’t I have to go through all the Academy?”

“You show a lot more potential than a rookie.” He says leaning on the car. “Tell you what.. If I have someone train you for a few weeks and you take a few classes for a few weeks while you train, would you want to try it out?”

“I don’t know how well Spencer would take that. After all, he does work for the FBI.”

“FBI and the police force are different.” Will says folding his arms over his chest.

“Sorry to interrupt Will.” A female medic says as she walks over. “I would like to see Ms. Reid for a quick check.”

“Take all the time you need. I think I got out what I wanted to mention to her.” Will says giving her a wink of his eye before getting into the cruiser.

“Hey Anna!” Emily calls as she rushes down the hall to catch up with Anna at the elevator. Anna turns around to face her. “I wanted to congratulate you on the new job.”

“I haven’t decided for sure if I want to take it yet or not.” Anna responds.

“I know you haven’t, but I have a good feeling about this.”

“Why? Because you want me here?”

“Not yet. This is a little more unpredictable than the police force.” Emily says. “But with years of being an officer under your belt, maybe even a detective, can bump you up to here. Plus, you’ll like your trainer.” She says patting Anna on the shoulder. “Tell your brother I said hi when you get home from training, alright?”

“Will do.” Anna says as she presses the elevator. Emily turns around from the bullpen.

“And tell your trainer that you aren’t your brother but also don’t go too tough on you. You may a share a last name but you’re not as tough.”

“Should I be worried?”

“Nothing to be worried about, but trust me, he won’t get easy on you.”

“I’ll take your advice.” Anna says as she wanders into the elevator. “See ya later, Em.” She says as the doors close.

Sooooo Anna might be getting a new job. Oops.

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Longer Than I Thought - part 6

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Who: Calum x Female OC

Inspiration: the song Longer Than I Thought ft. Joe Jonas by Loote.

Series Content: Swearing, drinking, mostly angst with some fluff, mentions of sex but not smut

Word Count (this part): 2,007

A/N: Who’s ready to see what Faye says?! This is the last part, so I hope you enjoyed this series! Let me know what you think and if you liked the ending! 🍻

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6

Can I see you? 

Faye was sure she just heard that in her head. She had been waiting months for Calum to say that to her. She carried her phone everywhere she went, compulsively checking it, just to make sure she didn’t miss a phone call. But it never came.

Until now. 

“Why?” she finally said. She wanted to hang up and immediately run to him, but the rational part of her brain took over. She needed to know why, just hours after running into his friends at the bar, Calum was calling her.

“Oh, um,” Calum stammered. Clearly he wasn’t prepared for this question. He let out a deep breath, then continued, “I really need to see you. I want to talk to you. About us. About everything. Just coffee maybe? But I understand if you can’t. Or don’t want to see me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called…”

Calum was rambling. He wanted to say the right thing. Wanted Faye to see that he didn’t expect anything from her. That he just wanted to have a conversation. A conversation they should have had months ago. But he felt like he was just messing this all up.

“Okay,” Faye said after a moment. 

“Okay?” Calum questioned. He needed to hear it again. Needed to make sure this was real and she actually agreed to meet up with him.

“Okay,” Faye repeated. “But just coffee.”

Two hours later, they were sitting at a tiny circle table in the corner of a small cafe they used to go to. It was about halfway between their two apartments and served as the perfect meeting spot. 

Faye had tried to hide her weary and exhausted look under makeup, but Calum could still see some lingering redness and puffiness around her eyes. She had leggings and an old hoodie on that Calum knew she didn’t like. She kept pulling at the neckline that was a little too tight and and fidgeting in the fabric that wasn’t as cozy as the sweatshirts she used to wear of Calum’s. He wished more than anything she was wearing one of those. 

“I haven’t been here in a while,” Calum said, unsure where to even begin this conversation. He held a cappuccino in his hands and looked over at Faye, who kept taking sips of her iced mocha latte. 

“Me neither. I never knew if you’d be here or not,” she admitted. Her jaw was rigid and Calum could tell she was angry.

Of course she was. She had every right to be. Calum didn’t know what he expected. Surely, Faye wasn’t going to just jump into his arms and take him back on the spot. He knew the only way to get there was to be honest. Vulnerable. Tell her everything and hope she feels the same.

“I should have called,” he said finally. He met her gaze, trying to read her reaction, but she stayed stone-faced. “I shouldn’t have let you walk out,” he added, “I should have gone after you. I--”

“It wouldn’t have mattered,” Faye cut him off, a pang of guilt hitting her chest as Calum’s face fell. He bit on his lip, trying to compose his thoughts as Faye continued, “A grand romantic gesture wouldn’t have saved us. We were too far gone.”

“Baaaaabe,” Calum’s voice sounded through the door. Faye had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, a groggy look on her face as she padded across the apartment. He knocked again before Faye made it and she tore open the door.

“Shhhh,” she hissed, ushering her clearly drunk boyfriend inside. “Do you have any idea what fucking time it is?”

“Umm, well the bar just kicked us out, so like 2:00?” Calum slurred. If Faye wasn’t so furious, she would have been impressed by his deductive reasoning skills in that moment.

“Exactly. On a Wednesday…”

“Thursday,” Calum interjected with a goofy grin on his face that instantly disappeared with the glare Faye shot him.

“This particularly important Thursday,” she continued, “Because you know I have that big presentation at work in the morning.”

“I’m sorry, babe. I’m really, really sorry,” Calum said, stumbling forward and wrapping his arms around her. “I just really wanted to see you. You’re so beautiful and perfect. You’re all I could think about tonight.”

“Calum,” Faye said, pulling out of his embrace. “You smell like cigarettes and whiskey. You show up at my doorstep in the middle of the night when you know I need to get a good night’s sleep. And you expect me to just be okay with this? I get that you’re trying to get your band to be successful and you take gigs at weird times which don’t match up with my 40-hour regular scheduled job, but you need to respect my life. I can’t live on your schedule. It doesn’t work and it hasn’t worked for months.”

“What do you mean?” Calum asked, sitting on the arm of the couch and looking up at her.

“I mean that you do this all the time and you seem incapable of compromise. Remember when you couldn’t come to my work Christmas party because you had a last minute booking even though I told everyone you’d be there and they were excited to meet you? Or when you got too drunk at Luke’s to meet my friends from college who were only in town for one night? But, when I couldn’t go to Ash’s birthday party because of that horrible migraine you were pissed and didn’t even bother texting me to let me know you got back to your apartment safely?”

“I’m sorry,” was all Calum could think to say at the moment.

“It’s not fair to me, Cal. Now, I’m going to bed. You can stay here, but you have to sleep on the couch. Don’t puke on anything.” And with that, Faye disappeared into her bedroom, slamming the door on the way. 

The next morning, Calum woke to the sound of a hairdryer and he knew Faye was awake. The memories of the previous night flooded back when he realized he was sleeping on her couch. “Fuck,” he breathed as he gingerly lifted himself from the cushions. 

Calum made his way to the bathroom, coming up behind Faye. He snaked his arms around her waist. 

“I’m so sorry, babe,” he said, his voice raspy from sleep. He leaned to press a kiss to her cheek, but she pulled away and spun to look at him.

“Sorry for…” she began, her voice laced with bitterness. “...showing up here drunk off your ass in the middle of the night? For thinking that saying I love you or you’re beautiful is enough to make up for waking me up to answer the door hours before the biggest work presentation of my career? For constantly putting your needs before mine?”

“For everything,” Calum said. His eyes met hers desperate for forgiveness. “I love you. I know that it’s not an excuse, but I mean it. Faye, babe, I love you so much. Just let me--”

“Calum,” Faye cut him off. “I mean it. We’ve had this same fight too many times. I can’t do this anymore…”

“What are you saying?” Calum asked, panicked. 

Faye pinched at the bridge of her nose, trying to keep her composure. “I’m saying I’m done, Calum, I can’t carry our whole relationship anymore. You need to focus on your work and I need to focus on mine.”

Faye slipped out of the bathroom, grabbing her bag and phone off the hall table.

“Wait,” Calum said, hurrying towards her. Faye hesitated with her hand on the doorknob and turned slightly to face him. “Please don’t go. Don’t do this,” Calum pleaded, “Give me another change, please, babe.” 

“Calum, I’ve given you too many chances--”

“We can make this work,” he assured her, “I can change...”

“Yeah?” Faye said, unconvinced, “Call me when that happens.”

And with that, she turned and walked out the door, leaving Calum in the middle of her apartment, just as brokenhearted in that moment as she was.

“I should have called,” Calum repeated, the sounds of the bustling cafe bringing Faye back into the present. “I was so hurt and angry, I forced myself not to. I didn’t realize you were just as hurt and angry.”

“Sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, it’s best to end things. Two people, even with the best intentions and the biggest hearts, sometimes just don’t work out,” Faye said, her body language changing from anger to defeat.

“You think that’s us?” Calum asked quietly. 

He took a risk and reached over the few inches of the small table to be able take her hand in his and felt his heart skip a beat when she didn’t pull away. Honestly, it felt like their first date when he was so nervous, he spent half their walk back from the restaurant debating whether or not to hold her hand. And when she finally did it, his heart soared and he was filled with the purest joy he’d ever known. Faye had a way of making him feel like he was back to 16 and discovering what love felt like for the first time.

“I…” Faye began, “I don’t know.” Her eyes dropped to where their hands met on the table and Calum was now absentmindedly drawing small circles over her skin. “I miss you,” she whispered, still not meeting Calum’s gaze.

“I miss you,” Calum returned. He squeezed her hand gently, prompting Faye to look at him. “So fucking much.”

With the limited space they had in this corner of the cafe, their faces were only about a foot apart. Calum met her eyes, forcing himself to not brush a stray piece of hair back behind her ear. 

He held his breath as he asked, “Who’s the guy you were with?”

“What?”

“Yesterday,” Calum explained, “I was on the same train. I saw you with someone, then Ash said...he said you were at the bar…”

Boyfriend. It’s her boyfriend, Calum prepared, it’s been six months. I missed my chance.

“Oh, Julian?” Faye replied, “He’s an old friend from high school.”

Calum’s face lit up at her words. His eyes snapped back to hers and clarified, “Friend?”

Faye nodded, her gaze never leaving Calum’s. She ran her tongue over her lips so quickly she probably didn’t even realize she did it. But Calum did. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes drifting from Faye’s golden ones to her lips and back again. 

Faye did the same, and closed the distance between them. The kiss was cautious and short, but they each would say that nothing in the past six months had felt as amazing.

When they broke apart, Calum said, “Can I take you out?” It was bold, he knew, but he needed to ask. Needed to know for sure where they stood. “Just one date,” he added before Faye could say anything. “Just dinner.”

“Cal…” Faye said, using the nickname that he missed hearing on her lips. 

“I just--” Calum interjected, terrified at the thought of having to survive this again if she rejected him right now. “Faye, I love you. I can’t stop loving you and I don’t want to have to keep trying. If there’s any possibility you still feel something for me or could feel something for me, I want to show you you can trust me.”

Faye hesitated for a moment. She studied Calum’s face, trying to decipher all the emotions etched into his features. 

“One date,” she agreed and Calum smiled wider than he had in months, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He did it. He got a second chance.

“But Calum,” Faye said, her face serious. She straightened her shoulders and raised her eyebrows at him as she warned, “Don’t let me fall for you again, if you’re not going to be there.”

Calum brought his hand to Faye’s cheek, his thumb caressing just under her eye. 

“I won’t lose you twice.”

—

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6

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Pyro’s archived fics #1: Carl gets carsick

Hey guys, long time no post. I apologize for neglecting this blog. I’ve finally got not just a job but a career (electrician, and I’m really enjoying it), plus I’ve been working on a lot of other creative projects that aren’t related to sick fics at all. Financially I haven’t been doing so great, but now that I’ve got a better job, that’ll change. I still haven’t completed any new sick fics, as I just don’t have as much time as I used to.

So, I’ll try holding you over by posting a series of puke without plot stories I wrote in the past. Like my newer stories, their all OC centric, there won’t be any fan fiction. Here’s the first.

Carl bit his lip as his stomach clenched in anticipation. Not because he was sick, but because he was both extremely exited and a little nervous.

He was exited because tonight he was going to see Nile, his favorite band, live for the fourth time. Each time he saw them, the experience was better and more mind blowing. In his opinion, they were some of the most talented musicians in modern technical death metal, and few bands put as much effort into their work as they did. Tonight they would be playing a double set, which was guaranteed to be twice the epicness.

The nervousness came from the fact that he had been given the opportunity to meet and interview George Kollias, the drummer for Nile. He wasn’t a journalist, nor did he want to be, but this was a once in a lifetime chance that he couldn’t pass up. He just hoped he wouldn’t say something incredibly stupid during the interview or do something else to make an ass out of himself in front of his musical prodigy.

Apparently, his friend Danica knew Nile’s tour manager, and she had secured a pre show interview with George. She and Carl hadn’t seen each other in a few months, but they were close friends, like brother and sister almost, as he had been the first person she called.

Carl’s iphone buzzed, and he got a text from Danica saying that she would be at his house in approximately ten minutes. All he’d really need were his iphone and his wallet, and since he had both of those things, he made sure his outfit was appropriate. He wasn’t a very high maintenance guy, as he had thrown it on in about a minute. A Nile tour shirt from last year, black pants, and his work boots. He considered putting on a hat, but decided that would be stupid, because it would come off anyway.

Content with his look, he waited outside for Danica to show up. She had a tendency to always be a few minutes late, but there was more than enough time. It was a little past two in the afternoon, and the show didn’t start until eight.

It was at Station 4 in St. Paul, so it would be a long drive from his currently location of Fergus Falls. He had lived in St.Paul last year, but couldn’t keep his apartment since he was unable to find a decent job due to the crappy economy. Thus, he was currently living with his parents at age twenty three. Not that it was a bad thing, as he knew plenty of people older than him who still lived at home. He just didn’t like living so far from the cities.

He didn’t know what kind of car she would be driving, but he hoped that it had a good air conditioning system, as it was a hot day. It was very humid and had to be near ninety degrees, as he had only been outside for a few minutes, yet he already felt like he was sitting in an oven.

Sure enough, Danica was about five minutes late. At about two thirty, she pulled up in an old nineties Toyota and waved from the window.

Carl got up and excitedly bound towards the car.

“Hey you, it’s been to long. What’s going on?” Danica asked him eagerly when he got in. Before he could answer, she jumped at him from across the seats to give him a bear hug.

“Take it easy, it’s only been four months, you act like you haven’t seen me in years.” Carl smirked.

“It felt like years.” Danica pouted.

“Oh come on, you know I missed you too.” Carl squeezed her shoulder. He knew that she liked him as more than a friend, though he didn’t return those feelings. It’s not that Danica was an unattractive girl, she definitely wasn’t. In fact, she was fairly good looking. She was average bodied, with blue eyes and dark hair cropped into a 1920’s flapper girl style bobcut. Like Carl, she was clad in a Nile tour shirt, though hers was a little older. No, he simply didn’t return those feelings because he thought of her as a sister. Dating her would be too risky, as if they broke up, the friendship would suffer.

As Danica started the car, Carl looked around the interior. It was definitely dated, as it still had a working cigarette lighter in the control panel. It did have a modern touch in that the CD player had been ripped out in favor of an MP3 player and ipod dock.

“I’ve got to ask, what’s with the old car?”

“It was my cousin’s. She gave it to me after she got a brand new mini van. Why she got that thing, I’ll never know, as its a vehicular eyesore. Anyway, we have a long drive ahead of us. It’ll probably take about four hours to get there, so we’ll have plenty of time to get something to eat along the way.” she informed.

“Sounds good to me.” Carl said. However, as exited as he was, he didn’t really like spending many hours inside of a car. He had been prone to motion sickness as a kid, and one particular incident stuck out in his mind. When he was ten, he went with his parents and siblings on a road trip to Canada, and had gotten carsick on the way. Eventually, he had puked on his younger brother and sister, which in turn made both of them puke as well. He had stopped getting carsick around thirteen, so he knew he didn’t have anything to worry about. Pushing those thoughts out of his head, he hooked his ipod up to the dock.

“I think some preparation is in order.” he had every Nile album on his ipod, but was undecided as to which song to play.

“Oh! Play Unas, Slayer Of the Gods!” Danica suggested.

“Good idea. I was just thinking about playing that one.” Carl highlighted it on his ipod and turned the volume way up.

The two of them proceeded to thrash along to the music and snarl the vocals. Or tried, in Danica’s case. The sad truth is that women’s vocal chords just aren’t made to produce such sounds.

People in other cars stared at them like they had a disemboweled hooker in the backseat, but they didn’t care. After they had been driving for about forty five minutes, they decided to stop and get something to eat at a Noodles & Company.

Carl wasn’t terribly hungry, as he strangely still felt a bit full from lunch, which he had over two hours ago. This wasn’t normal for him, but he shrugged it off, as he wasn’t the type to turn down food.

He had the pesto cavatappi sans mushrooms, and Danica had the pad thai. They conversed about various things as they consumed their food, catching up with each other in the process.

They both decided to get refills on their drinks before they left. Since there was a considerable line in front of the touch screen soda machine, they had to wait a few minutes.

After they both got some more Coke, they were all set. Once they were on the road again, the music resumed, as did the casual bantering.

About half an hour later, they were on the freeway, but as luck would have it, a massive traffic jam had formed. Apparently, there had been an accident several miles up, and traffic had ground to a near halt, with cars bumper to bumper further than the eye could see.

Danica scowled at the vibrant orange electronic road sign, which displayed how long they should expect to wait. “You’ve got to be kidding. There’s miles of this? That sucks.”

Carl didn’t pay very much attention to her ranting. He felt bloated and uncomfortably full, which was odd since he hadn’t even eaten all of his food. The seatbelt felt extremely tight, almost like it was firmly squeezing his torso, so he fidgeted with it in an effort to loosen it. His effort was in vain, as it snapped back in place, bringing more discomfort as it did so. Not only that, but the sweltering heat was beginning to get to him. Even though Danica’s window was all the way down, the car was incredibly stuffy, and he was beginning to feel a slight twinge of nausea.

“Can you turn on the AC?” he asked.

“I’m afraid not. Sorry, but this car is a hunk of crap. The AC is pretty much shot and the passenger window only rolls down halfway.” Danica said.

Figuring that was better than nothing, Carl rolled his window down as far as it would go. It did nothing to lessen the humidity, but it did let in even more exhaust since the traffic jam was still in full swing.

Normally exhaust didn’t bother him, but it wasn’t exactly making things better. The small twinge of nausea he felt increased slightly. Not by much, but just barely enough to cause him to notice. Another twenty minutes passed before the jam lightened, and they were on their way once more. Even though they were now cruising along at seventy five miles per hour with both windows down as far as they could go, Carl still felt hot, bloated, and a little sick. He wasn’t terribly concerned, as he was sure it would pass before too long. However, as the minutes went by, the unpleasant feelings remained the same. He wasn’t feeling much worse, but he wasn’t feeling better either.

Danica seemed to take notice of this, as she turned down the music and glanced over at him. “You’ve gotten quiet. Are you alright?” she asked.

“I don’t feel so good. It’s probably just the heat.” Carl said.

“Yeah, it is pretty stuffy in here. At least we’re halfway there.” Danica reassured. “Maybe some Rotting Christ will take your mind off it.” she stopped the song that was currently playing and put on Rotting Christ’s A Dead Poem album.

Carl sat back and tried to focus on the music. Usually hearing his favorite songs always helped when he had a cold or a respiratory flu, but it wasn’t helping much now. His confidence that the feeling would pass was beginning to wane, and he felt hotter than ever. He noticed that he was sweating, and his shoulder length hair was adhering to the sides of his face. Since his window only rolled down a few inches, he was denied any possibility of cool air.

“I think we need some ice cold water. That might help reduce the heat just a little.” Danica offered. “We can stop at the next town.”

“How far is it?”

“Uh, to be honest, I have no idea. Sorry.”

Not liking that information, Carl wordlessly looked out the window. He tried to distract himself from the growing pain and queasiness in his stomach by attempting to count how many cows were in each pasture they drove by. His thoughts drifted from the cows to the BBQ pulled pork sandwiches he’d had for lunch, and he could almost taste them. Usually he relished the thought, but at the moment the mere thought of food made him feel sicker.

All he saw outside was grass and cows, which kept reminding him of food. Every time he thought about it, he felt just slightly worse. This continued until he was experiencing full blown nausea. He shifted positions, facing the side and resting his head on the window, but it did nothing to help.

“Do you still feel sick?” Danica asked.

Carl nodded. “I feel considerably worse.”

“Just lay back and shut your eyes. Try to sleep. If you need me to pull over, tell me, okay?”

“Okay.”

Silence fell over the car as Danica unhooked the ipod. Carl leaned back against the headrest and shut his eyes, attempting to fall asleep. He must have dozed off somehow, as sometime later he was awakened by Danica prodding him. It was then he noticed they were stopped at a gas station.

“You’ve been asleep for awhile.” Danica said, presenting him with a cold bottle of water.

As he became fully awake, the nausea came back full swing, and worse than ever. He was about to inform Danica of this, but she was already pulling out of the parking lot and speeding down the road.

Hoping the water might quell the sickly feeling, Carl opened the bottle and took a sip. So far, so good. A few small sips didn’t seem to hurt. He took a larger swig and regretted it immediately, as his stomach churned in protest. He grimaced, put the water in the cup holder and shut his eyes again. He hadn’t felt this bad in several years, as not only did he feel sick and a little dizzy, he could feel everything he ate earlier moving around inside of him.

All the excitement he had felt earlier had evaporated, and he was having second thoughts about this whole thing, especially the interview. He’d let Danica do it instead, because the last thing he wanted was to throw up in front of George Kollias. Or even worse, on him. Then what would happen? Would he get escorted out by security? Would he start a chain reaction? He didn’t want to find out, but the terrifying thoughts came anyway. He imagined himself puking on George, who would puke on Danica, who would puke on someone else, until every single person in the building either was or was on the verge of puking.

His thoughts were interrupted as he felt a wave of really intense nausea wash over him, causing him to sit up with a start. As he did so, he saw that they had arrived in the cities, and were driving through uptown Minneapolis.

After a few seconds, it seemed to be subsiding. Figuring he’d make it after all, he deemed it safe to have a little more water. He’d only downed two gulps when it hit him again, even stronger this time.

Carl sat strait up, feeling the acid begin to crawl up his widening throat. “Danica, stop the car, I’m going to puke!” he said with urgency in his voice.

Danica’s eyes widened. “Oh shit! I can’t stop here, we’re in the middle of an intersection. Look for a bag or something.” she said.

As much as he wanted to, Carl felt too sick to move, and there was so much pressure in his belly that he knew he was only a few seconds from exploding. He felt the car jolt to a start again as Danica peeled out of the intersection to find a suitable place to pull over, but she wasn’t quick enough.

Carl clamped his hand over his mouth in a futile effort to hold it in, but he retched and  felt warm puke start to run through his fingers. The second retch was the one that did it. He couldn’t hold it back anymore and forcefully threw up all over the inside of the door, sending it splashing onto the window, dashboard, and himself.

The car screeched to a stop beneath an underpass, and he flung the door open and leaned out halfway. Before he could even yank the seatbelt off, Carl heaved again, producing a torrent of chunky brown liquid. It spread out over the pavement, forming a pool.

He realized that Danica was leaning over him, as he felt her gather his hair in one hand and hold it back out of his face, while she massaged his back with her free hand. He wanted to thank her for doing that, but was in no position to speak. His stomach contracted and he brought up two more voluminous waves, then he used the small gap between heaves to catch his breath before puking again. It still had lots of solids, as he could make out fragments of pulled pork, pesto cavatappi, and whatever else he had eaten. Since it hadn’t had time to digest fully, the taste wasn’t as sour or acidic as he expected it to be.

The heaving ceased for a couple seconds, but Carl still felt very sick. He didn’t move quite yet, as he figured he probably wasn’t done. His head was spinning, so he squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the rest to come up. About ten seconds later, his whole body convulsed and he continued puking. Another sizable wave came up, followed by two smaller ones and a dry heave. No more appeared to be forthcoming after that, so he spat out the lingering string, wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand and slumped back into the car.

Danica caressed his shoulder. “Are you going to be okay?” she asked, concern evident.

“I guess so, but I still feel sick.” Carl said. As he recuperated, he realized the extent of the damage.

There was puke all over the door, on the window, dripping into the cracks, and streaking down the dashboard. The car hadn’t been the only victim, as he had also gotten it all over his shirt and right hand.

Danica furrowed her brows as she took in the sight. “It looks like a murder scene in here. But don’t worry about it, just wipe off what you can, I can get it professionally cleaned tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” Carl inquired.

Danica nodded and fished around in the backseat until she found a travel pack of kleenexes. “You’ll have to use these.”

Carl took them and wiped off as much of the puke as he could, dropping the tainted tissues outside into the pool on the ground. When he was done with that, he climbed into the backseat and laid down for the remainder of the drive.

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at Station 4 and were lucky enough to find a good parking spot. A long queue of people waiting in line stretched from the front doors down the block. Since they had RSVP tickets, they could bypass the line and go right in.

“How are you feeling? A little better?” Danica asked.

“Still shitty. This isn’t going to go well, I just know it.” Carl replied. Even so, he joined his friend outside, and the two of them walked towards the venue.

He started feeling uneasy again as they neared the door. In addition to still feeling queasy and knowing he’d probably be due for a repeat performance, all the nervousness he felt earlier came rushing back. Even though he was about to meet the man who inspired him to start playing the drums, his instinct told him it wasn’t going to end well.

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The Captain’s Yeoman (Chapter 3)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Summary: The Enterprise finds itself in a sticky situation with an alien ship, tensions run high and certain feelings are difficult to ignore.

Pairing: Jim Kirk x OC

Warnings: language.

a/n: only angst and a bit of peril in this one, and as promised a bit longer! The danger will amp up in the coming chapters, just trying to establish character before throwing any mortal peril into the mix.

Words: 2,200

Three weeks had passed since the ‘incident’, which was merely a matter of mistaken identity. The enemy ship thought the Enterprise belonged to a rival civilisation and threatened to obliterate the ship and crew. Jim had managed to broker a treaty with the alien captain and established a new relationship between the Federation and their assailant. It was moments such as this when the crew shined; Jim looked on with pride as Uhura quickly programmed the translator to decipher speech patterns, he was proud to watch his crew buzz about the bridge constantly chattering and fearlessly carrying on their duties in the face of danger. He was tired, his head was starting to pound with stress and alcohol, but he was happy.

Jim issued a yellow alert upon entering the bridge, Amelia watched the light flashing above her door for four hours until it was turned off. She knew she should sleep, her shift started as early as the Captains, but if Jim was staying awake all night so was she.

“Good afternoon Yeoman” Kirk smiled as he saw you enter the bridge and walk towards his chair.

“Afternoon Captain” Amelia smiled back, “The biochemical team managed to synthesize a serum to counteract that rash the away team picked up on Nestea. They need you to sign off on it before sending it to Doctor McCoy.” She said passing him the PADD to sign the document which glowed on the glass interface.

“Oh thank god, if I had to deal with Lieutenant Carr complaining about being itchy one more time I’d’ve ejected myself into that” Doctor McCoy announced from where he was standing behind Mr Spock, pointing forcefully through the viewing screen to the darkness beyond.

Amelia couldn’t help but laugh as she turned to see him return to his usual stoic self, but not before he winked at her betraying his true feelings towards the matter.

Amelia Park liked and respected Leonard McCoy, he worked impossibly long shifts in the medbay and still managed to remain sane. Many of the new crew members were scared of him, and rightly so, he didn’t appreciate the ensigns’ fresh out of the academy coming to him every 5 minutes for burning their tongues on the replicated food. The more experienced members of the Enterprise knew the truth, go to him with a problem (a real problem) and he’d help, even if he didn’t have a complete solution, he always knew the right thing to say or do. Underneath all his grumpy, sarcastic bravado was a kind and brilliant man. She occasionally had to run down to medbay to get something for Jim or some medical record or other for an away team selection, and whenever she did he made sure to check she was coping with “Jim and all his shit”.

Jim handed back the PADD and half turned towards the doctor and said “well, have fun Bones, it’s all yours” before turning back and smiling up at Amelia.

That smile could put a thousand suns to shame. It wasn’t the most perfect smile, but it was his, and it could light up even the darkest of rooms. Amelia smiled back before bidding him goodbye and retreating to the turbolift. The doors swooshed open and she stepped inside, taking a second to exhale deeply before pressing the button for deck 5. She wished beyond belief that Kirk smiling at her wasn’t the highlight of her day, or his off-hand comments about her hair looking nice in a certain style didn’t make her stomach flutter. It was stupid, he was her Captain, and he would never consider her in any other way than his Yeoman, his crew.

“It’s hard” the doctor said quietly from behind her, pressing the button for his deck, “and I know it hurts” he continued as the turbolift hummed to life around them, blue lights beginning to flash by as they began their descent. “Being on this ship for so long, with the same people, there’s always gonna be times like this. You can talk to me about it you know, I’m not as up his ass as he thinks I am. I’m here for you, as your friend” Leonard spoke with a soft tone, his southern accent soothing against the harsh surroundings.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Yeah you do, if you’re ever done denying it you know where I am” he said as the doors of the turbolift opened to reveal a white corridor.

“Thank you Doctor. Have a good day” Amelia returned, grateful for his words- even if she was trying to ignore the truth behind them. Deck 5 beckoned her and she stepped out of the lift.

Jim Kirk had a bad reputation when it came to women, when he was younger he loved to drown out all the chaos with a bottle of whiskey and any woman who gave him a chance. Now he was older, wiser, but the insecurities persisted.

Three months ago she introduced herself with a firm handshake and a shy smile. He was worried that having a female Yeoman would make people talk… the way people always talked. But she was incredible; she never looked at him with that accusatory gaze, never judged him for the amount of coffee he asked for. In truth, he was never happier than when she was at his side chatting about nothing in particular.

Amelia didn’t see him like he saw her, it took him everything he had not to betray the way he really felt. He would just have to suck it up and get on with it, she saw him as her boss, her Captain and nothing more.

Amelia was putting the finishing touches to yet another mundane report when the Enterprise suddenly shook, sending her half full glass of water all over the table and neatly stacked papers to the floor. The red alert light and Jim’s voice over the intercom announced the ship was under attack and that all decks were to remain on standby. Amelia swore and rushed to find a towel to mop up the water, to stop it before it spilt over the edge and onto the floor.

Her communicator beeped from its usual place by the computer. Flipping it open with one hand and furiously mopping the table with the other she signalled the caller to go ahead.

“Yeoman, you are required on the bridge” Jim’s voice rang out, strained and short. Another jolt rocked the Enterprise and the communicator cut out.

Jumping to action, Amelia pulled on her standard issue boots, pausing to look in the mirror. It wasn’t the time, she was well aware, but it was habit. She straightened up her standard issue red dress and smoothed down her strays hairs to her regulation hair style, took a deep breath to steel herself and walked out the door, grabbing her PADD on the way.

The corridor was a chaotic mess. Red shirted security guards were running around shouting orders and crew members were rushing to their emergency stations. The turbo lift was crowded and loud as crew filed in and out at each deck. Amelia spotted McCoy step into the lift but he was too far away for more communication than a nod hello. Eventually the lift was empty but for Amelia and the Doctor, neither had got more from Jim than the summoning call minutes before. Both agreed it was serious. She had never heard Jim sound that serious even though it was the third red alert she’d experienced on the Enterprise. As the doors to the bridge opened, they could see why.

Through the viewing screen, not one but two enormous ships could be seen dwarfing the Enterprise. They were a dark brown colour with a rough looking exterior, only two lights shone from them like a pair of huge eyes - and they were staring at the Enterprise.

Jim was in deep conversation with a yellow shirted lieutenant, probably discussing the material properties of the ships which lay before them. Mr Spock stared intensely at the data reeling across his screen. Uhura sat listening intently, flicking through the channels, occasionally attempting and apparently failing to establish contact.

“Holy shit that’s a problem and a half” McCoy mumbled walking hesitantly onto the bridge, staring at the ships through the viewing screen.

“That is definitely a problem” Amelia replied following him as he walked towards the Captain’s chair.

The ‘eyes’ were unsettling, it felt as if they stared into Amelia’s very soul. Ever present, never blinking (which of course they couldn’t on account of being a result of artificial light) and very unnerving.

Amelia and McCoy stood there in stunned silence as the bridge bustled around them.

“Yeah, tell me about it” Jim said, walking up beside his two friends, “If either of you know what to do right now I’d really appreciate it” he continued, frowning. “No one can make any sense of it, least of all me… Uhura has hailed them a dozen times and nothing, the structure of the ship is something we’ve never encountered - even the material they use is completely alien. They’ve fired on us twice and we can’t figure out where from or why.”

“Have you tried warping away from it?” McCoy offered, Amelia wasn’t sure if he was serious or not - it appeared to her to be a valid suggestion.

“Yeah, but no matter which direction we head in, no matter what speed, they stay exactly there, that close all the time. I don’t get it” Kirk answered perfectly seriously with more than a hint of frustration.

“Have you fired back?” Amelia asked, unable to take her eyes from the ships floating ominously in front of the Enterprise.

“Tempted but not sure it’ll do anything but piss them off” Kirk allowed himself to smile for the first time since the situation began. His friends were beside him and in the bustle and chaos of everything they remained calm. “Bones, I just wanted you to see what we’re handling here just so you’re prepared down in medbay I guess”

“Too kind Jim, speaking of I better get back and inform the nurses to brace for impact. Comm me if anything changes” McCoy replied before turning away and returning to the turbolift, a look of apprehension played on his face. He was scared, but he had work to do.

“Can you stick around? Might just need you to run places for me before this is over.”

“Just a normal day for me then” Amelia replied, laughing.

“Yeah I guess so” Kirk said quietly, smiling to himself as he returned to his chair.

3 hours later the red light was still flashing. The situation had moved past confusion and was now irritating. The light was irritating, the ominous ships were irritating, and the ever growing panic was irritating. One red shirt lieutenant had to be relieved of his duties after a loud outburst of frustration. Jim’s temper was becoming shorter and shorter. He’d snapped at Uhura, he’d snapped at Spock, he’d snapped at nearly everyone on the bridge, and it really wasn’t helping the tense atmosphere.

Jim sat with his head in his hands, exhausted and frustrated, when Amelia stepped up beside him.

“Captain? Jim? I got you some coffee, thought you might need it… do you want it?” she asked hesitantly, wary of his current state.

Jim smiled into his hands, she was the first person in hours to speak to him like a normal person. She was also right, he did need a coffee. He sat up and accepted the steaming mug with thanks.

“Tell me what you think Yeoman” Kirk took a sip of coffee and looked up to his Yeoman, who offered him a warm, understanding smile.

“I can’t make sense of it Captain, but I still stand by what I said before”

“You mean shoot at it?”

“Yeah…” Amelia said sheepishly, it wasn’t her place to tell Jim what to or what not to do but he had asked after all.

“I think you’re right Yeoman. God I really hope this doesn’t backfire” Kirk resolved handing Amelia the half-finished cup of coffee.

5 minutes later, Uhura opened a ship-wide channel and Kirk’s voice rang out across the ship.

“Crew of the Enterprise. For the last 4 hours, we have been under threat from an unidentifiable entity. All possible routes of a non-conflict resolution have failed and communication has been unsuccessful. My intention is to elicit a response from them using force. Brace for impact. Kirk Out”

“Fire when ready Mr Sulu”

The bridge was quiet, the gentle humming and noises of the computers a welcome change from the chaos of the hours before. Every person on the bridge held their breath, everyone on the ship joined them. Kirk’s knuckles were white from the tightness of his grip on the arms of his chair. Amelia placed a hand on the back of the Captain’s chair to steady herself. An empty, sickly feeling settled on her stomach. Mr Sulu took a deep breath and released a single phaser blast towards the alien ships.

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