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farity · 1 year ago

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Obsession, part 2

Part 1

He'd thought about her all week. During meetings, while driving, even while the Baratheon girl had her mouth around his cock. Now he smiled to himself because as he got ready for the stupid wedding his mother was making them all go to like good little children, he knew she'd be there.

She'd been in the same sorority as the bride, the daughter of his mother's cousin, who was marrying some guy from fucking Pentos of all places.

"I'm not driving."

He looked at his brother in the reflection of the mirror. "I know."

He glared at Aegon, already buzzed, and finished adjusting his tie before heading out to the car. Of course Aegon wouldn't be driving, he would not put his family's safety in his older brother's hands.

"You look very nice, Aem."

"And you look beautiful, Hel," he replied, kissing his sister's cheek. She twirled in her pretty pink dress and he thought for a moment about how close she'd come to dying. He'd added extra security, plainclothes because Helaena didn't like to have the usual guys around her.

The Boltons would pay. His earlier meeting had been with the other houses that supported his family. They had all agreed there needed to be retribution, and were it not for the stupid wedding, he would most likely already be on his way to mete out some punishment.

But for now he had to play nice and look forward to seeing one particular wedding guest.

* * * * *

You could do this.

You could walk into the massive sept and take your seat and watch as your sorority sister married that piece of shit scumbag asshole from the seven hells.

Easy peasy.

Despite your hints that the bridegroom was a nasty piece of crap, Ellie was in love and she was determined to marry him. You just smiled and decided you'd be there for her when she dumped his ass and divorced him.

He wasn't the love of your life or anything, but it still stung when you'd find out he'd been fucking two other girls on the side. Or maybe you were one of the side chicks. Who knew. It just sucked. And after getting tested and burning all the shit he'd kept at your place, you'd moved on.

Until he got Ellie to believe he was a changed man.

People didn't change.

Once an asshole, always an asshole.

You took a program from one of the ushers and took your seat, halfway down the right side of the sept, and opened up Candy Crush on your phone.

"Oh, there she is!"

You saw a blur of pink heading your way and looked up to see Helaena smiling at you.

And her brother was walking alongside her, smirking.

You hugged Helaena back while pretending you did not see Aemond standing three feet behind her.

"Oh my gosh, I've told everyone about how you saved my life!"

Before you could reply, she grabbed both of your hands in hers. "My mom really wants to meet you."

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Aemond smiling and you wanted to kick him. Hard.

"That would be delightful," you said as sincerely as you could, because one simply did not turn down a mafia wife, let alone THE mafia wife.

The septon walked out and much to your relief, everyone started heading to their seats.

"I will see you at the reception," Helaena whispered before heading off.

You nodded, and purposely avoided looking at Aemond as you sat back down. Candy Crush was just too damn interesting for you to pay attention to some mafia son who wasn't used to people saying no to him.

* * * * *

Aemond kept surveying the ballroom, making sure there was no one around who wasn't supposed to be there. But his gaze kept turning to the table across the dance floor, where a certain brunette in a sky blue dress sat chatting with the other guests.

It was time for the newlyweds to have their first dance, and everyone stood as the happy couple took to the floor. The lights dimmed, much to Aemond's irritation, and music faded in. He hadn't heard this song before, and the lyrics were kind of corny, if he was honest, but then he caught sight of her.

She was looking at the groom, her mouth open, her eyes distressed.

Aemond turned to look at the couple dancing, and when he turned to her, she was gone.

He caught a shimmer of movement towards the side door and immediately backed away from the dance floor. He signaled to the head bodyguard to keep an eye on things, and he made his way to the side door.

She was several yards ahead of him, walking fast, her hands on her ears. Aemond realized there were speakers throughout the property, every single one of them pumping out the corny song being played for the first dance, and then she started running.

When she reached the end of the corridor, she looked from one side to the other, and turned left, and he followed. Between his longer legs and the fact that she was wearing heels, he was catching up with her, but when he turned the corner he found her sitting on one of the benches lining the gardens. She was doubled over, her face in her hands, her clutch on the floor.

"Hey."

She looked up, startled.

"What is wrong?"

She looked at him. "Why the hell are you following me?"

"You were with him."

She looked like she was about to cry.

"Was that your song?"

She grabbed her clutch and stood, turning away from him and starting to walk again. There was another speaker high up on the wall, and she groaned. "Is there nowhere I can get away from this fucking song?"

He ran up to her and grabbed her free hand. "My car's right up there."

* * * * *

What the fuck was wrong with people to have the fucking music piped all over the fucking property?

You had to get away, you couldn't listen to this fucking song for another fucking minute.

Looking down at Aemond's hand wrapped around yours, you made your decision. Turning to him, you said, "let's go."

He hadn't been lying, his car was parked away from where the other guests had left their cars, and you figured it was so he could get away quickly if he needed to.

Right now you didn't care, it was bad enough being at this fucking wedding and then the stupid song, it was like it was chasing you, not giving you a second of peace.

You let Aemond open the passenger door, let him walk around and get in, let him drive away, and only then did your breathing start to slow down from the frenzied pace it had been keeping.

"It was your song, wasn't it?" he asked again, "yours and that fuckface's?

You took a deep breath. "Not exactly."

He gave you time to compose yourself, let you gather your thoughts before you started to speak. "He used to write me these stupid poems. They were so cringe, but whatever, you know?"

Aemond looked at you, nodding.

"This was the last one he gave me," you said quietly. "Hey, at least he recycles, right?"

"I am sorry."

"I don't even know why I'm so upset, it's not like he left me for her. He was an asshole."

He said nothing, and you felt like even a bigger fucking idiot. Why were you telling your girl problems to this guy, of all people? Just shut the fuck up and let him drop you off.

"Oh, I should give you my address."

"Sure."

* * * * *

He was already driving that way, but she probably hadn't noticed because she was so upset. She lived in a tiny house that had probably been someone's guest house or in-law unit, and judging from her social media posts, it was just her living there.

He wouldn't feel bad for finding things out. For all he knew, she was part of the whole attempt on Helaena, someone placed there to "save" his sister and become her friend that way.

Except this girl didn't seem to want anything to do with him or Hel. She'd been pleasant enough but he could read people, and after Helaena had spoken to her, she'd scurried off as quickly as she could.

"Are you hungry?" he asked suddenly, "you didn't have dinner."

"Oh shit," she said, pressing a hand to her mouth, "neither did you, I'm sorry."

"Do you want to go somewhere?"

She glanced down at her gown and raised an eyebrow. "Um, no, I'm okay. I have food at home."

It had been ingrained in him since he was a child. He protected the women in the family.

Keep them warm, keep them fed.

"We can do a drive-through."

Her stomach rumbled loudly and he almost laughed. "We're doing a drive-through."

* * * * *

He parked in front of your house after picking up food, and while part of you was appalled at eating a messy burger and fries in your gorgeous rented gown, the smell was just too damn good and you dove in. Because you were not inviting him in.

"Thank you," you said after wiping your mouth. "For the food and the rescue."

And now you owed him. Maybe he'd consider it even with you saving his sister because you really did not want to owe him anything.

"No problem." He took all the wrappers and placed them into the paper bag, placed it in the back. "Do you like your job?"

Here we go. This is where he offers me a job and I'm indebted for fucking life.

"I do, actually."

"You seem much too smart to be doing what you do."

When you glared at him for a) knowing what you did, and b) having a fucking opinion about it, he shrugged.

"It's my job to know who comes into our lives, and I'm very good at my job."

"I am paid very well, and I like the people I work with."

"But you could be doing something so much more interesting."

You took a deep breath, because you'd had this same conversation with your brother, the last time you'd heard from him.

"Look, I get that to you-, I mean, to some people," you amended, not wanting to offend him, "a job like mine, doing peon shit for a random company might seem ridiculous."

"I didn't say that, I just think you could be doing-"

"And maybe it is," you continued, "and you've known me for a grand total of what, forty minutes, and no, I don't spend my life chasing wealth and power like, again, other people, but neither am I walking into coffee shops where men are waiting to shoot at me."

His face was unreadable, but he'd gone very, very still, and you were fucking tired and again, your fucking mouth had to keep going.

"Can your sister date whoever she wants?"

A muscle twitched in his cheek and you knew you'd hit a nerve.

Nodding smugly, you grabbed your clutch and opened your door. "Thanks again for everything. Take care."

You were surprised, because you were shaking so badly, that you managed to get out of the car and thank the fucking gods the key fob worked on the first try so you could get in your house and close the door and be done with everything.

You headed to your bedroom to change your clothes, pulling on one of your old concert shirts and some soft shorts before heading back to the living area.

When the front door opened, you shrieked and jumped back before seeing Aemond at the doorway, his hand on the lock.

"What the hell?"

He stared at you, his face unreadable. "You think you know me," he said softly, "you think you know everything. "

Anger surged in your chest. At his audacity. At the fact that he could so easily get into your home. "You mean like I just knew you were the type of guy who breaks into a woman's home so he can get the last word?" Your hands were fisted at your side and you swore to the new gods and the old if he took another step you were going to rip out his good eye with your own fingers.

He started to take a step toward you, but you pointed at him.

"Get out. I don't care you who are, I don't care who you know. Get. Out."

You turned around, tears beginning to fill your eyes. You went into the bathroom and locked the door, until you heard the front door close.

You waited a few seconds before you went back out. Your heart was beating so hard you thought you were going to pass out.

* * * * *

How the hell had things gone so wrong so quickly?

I'm sorry.

Aemond drove home, angry with himself. He'd wanted to explain, to tell her he wasn't a fucking asshole, and for some gods-awful reason had decided to crack the lock on her door?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

He'd probably terrified her. Which was his usual intent when he broke into people's houses but he hadn't thought it through, had he?

The next morning he was still seething at his own stupidity, and didn't notice Helaena walking in.

"Are you okay?"

He looked up to find her staring at him, her eyes wide.

"Yeah, why?"

"You disappeared from the wedding, for one, and now you look pissed off."

"I'm fine."

Helaena walked over and kissed his cheek, then grabbed her favorite butterfly mug from the cabinet and poured herself some coffee. "I'm going to call her. The girl from the cafe. Ask her to lunch, ya know?"

Aemond closed his eyes, sighing, "Hel, just leave her alone."

"What do you mean leave her alone, lunch is a nice thing, I want to say thank you properly."

"Just don't."

She was silent and when he looked back up from his coffee, she had tears in her eyes.

"I can't see the Snow boy because he's a bastard, I can't have lunch with the girl who saved my life, because what?"

He shook his head. "Hel, it's just not-"

"Not a good idea, yeah, I know, Aemond. Nothing is ever a good idea for me, I'm going to die alone!"

"Oh sheesh, sorry!" Aegon pressed himself against the wall as Helaena stomped away, crying. "What the fuck did you do to her?"

"Nothing."

Aegon walked behind his brother and smacked Aemond's head on his way to getting his own coffee. "Go clean that up and tell me what the fuck is wrong with Helaena. Today, I mean."

Aemond groaned and grabbed paper towels, smacking Aegon's head as he went to clean up the mess his sister had made. "She wants to be friends with the girl from the cafe."

"Is she hot?"

Aemond shot his brother a dirty look.

"Hey, I might want to be her friend, too."

"She wants nothing to do with us, I just don't want Hel to get her feelings hurt." When he looked up, Aegon was watching him with eyes narrowed. He fucking hated how perceptive Aegon was when he wasn't drunk. He gathered all the shards of the mug and threw them in the trash, wiped off the floor and threw the paper towels in the trash, too. He looked back at Aegon, who was smiling at him. "What's wrong with you?"

"You did something." Aegon laughed out loud. "Oh, I fucking love this. The perfect son fucked something up. You did, didn't you?"

"Shut up."

"Yeah, how would you know the girl wants nothing to do with us?" Aegon raised an eyebrow, "unless you talked to her?"

"Of course I talked to her, I needed to know who she was. She might have been planted into playing the 'savior' to get in with Hel."

Aegon sipped his coffee, stood up to add more milk. "Yeah yeah, but something else happened," he kept watching Aemond, who was almost squirming under his brother's scrutiny. "You didn't fuck her, because you hardly ever fuck anyone, let alone someone who might be a plant, so what? Tell me, or I will find her and ask her myself."

For fuck's sake, Aegon would. And he would make everything even worse.

"She was at the wedding. Left suddenly and I followed her, found her crying because she used to date the groom and the fucker used some song or something he'd given her as the first dance yesterday."

"That's a dick move."

"Anyway, I drove her home and might have let on I thought she was wasting her time at that stupid job she has."

"Aemond, what the fuck." Aegon pinched the bridge of his nose.

Aemond shrugged. "She took offense, said people like us didn't get people like her or some shit, and got out and went inside her house."

A huge smile appeared on Aegon's face. "And you couldn't let it go, could you?" When Aemond said nothing, Aegon barked out a laugh. "You're pathologically unable to let anyone else have the last word."

"Fuck off."

"Yeah yeah, sure, so what, you broke into her house?"

"I'm going to break your fucking face if you don't fuck right off."

"Oh I'm going, I got people to call."

* * * * *

On Monday, you arrived at the office and found two bouquets of flowers waiting for you.

"Someone had a great time at that wedding."

You ignored your boss's voice and hauled the vases to your desk, taking out the little cards from each.

The one that came with the pink roses read I meant to explain myself and ended up scaring you. I truly am sorry. A

The one with the rather gynecological-looking orchids read I can tell you anything you want to know about Aemond, I'm his brother and I know everything. Aegon II Targaryen

There was also a phone number on Aegon's card and you laughed to yourself.

"My dear girl, did we have two foxes in that henhouse?"

You ran into your boss's office and closed the door before she could continue speculating loudly enough for the whole floor to hear.

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stargazing-imagines · 1 year ago

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Bad Idea… Right? — Jeremiah fisher x Fem!Reader

Description: you are secretly dating your ex boyfriend, but what happens when Jeremiah meds your broken heart?

Warning: jealous Jeremiah, mentions of cheating, bad writing, if there is anything else that I’ve missed! Let me know.

Fandom: the summer I turned pretty

Requested: no

A/n: I’m finally back with a new imagine! Life has been hectic, my schedule has gotten so intense to the point where it’s difficult to find time to write with edu practicums, dance, work, and college it just hard to fit writing into the mix but I’m back with slow updates!

“You seriously aren’t going to see him tonight are you?” Exclaimed belly

You two were currently in your room as you were getting ready for you’re date with your ex boyfriend, with belly sitting on the foot of your bed talking you out of this date.

“Look, he genuinely sorry for what he did…” you said “I promise.”

“Yeah but he cheated on you with a blonde bimbo last summer!” Said belly “don’t you remember that?”

Indeed you did remember that mere memory, everyone at the summer house were trying to cheer you up with nothing working, you spent the month of July in your room as you cried in misery. After catching him making out with a blonde girl, you swore off of guys for the rest of your life, until you saw him working at the little gas station on your first day back at cousins, apologizing for what he did.

“Belly that was last summer.” You said “he changed.”

You could say you were trying to convince belly, but you were trying to convince yourself, but hey. What can go wrong?

“Y/n don’t you look lovely!” Exclaimed Susannah as she eyed you up and down “what’s the special occasion?”

“Y/n here has a date… with her ex!” Exclaimed belly

“Wait�� the one that cheated on you last summer?” Asked Jeremiah as he raised his eye brows

“Yes Jere the one that cheated on me last summer…” you said “besides he apologized.”

“Y/n I don’t think this is a great idea…” said your mother “you were so heartbroken when it happened.”

“I was 16 mom…” you said “besides I’m 17!”

“I don’t know y/n.” Said laurel “what if he breaks your heart again?”

“He won’t!” You said, you were interrupted with a car honk

“The dude can’t even be fazed to come to the door!” Said Jeremiah “y/n you are not going out with him!”

“Watch me.”

With that you opened the door and shut it

“Thank you for giving me another chance.” Said Brice as he held your hand “I was so heartbroken last summer when you left me.”

You smiled as you nodded along to what he was saying, but your mind was preoccupied on something else.

Jeremiah Fisher… and how you wish he was here with you on a date instead of Brice Hamilton.

“I’m going to the restroom.” Said brice as he got up, you formed a faint smile before nodding your head. He got up and left, a few seconds later. His phone lit up

You picked up the phone as you read a text message

The whole conversation on his phone was full of explicit messages to the same girl that he cheated on you with last summer, you looked up fighting tears in your eyes, you placed your half of the pay on the table before getting up and leaving

You walked to the summer house, heels in hand as you had smeared mascara on your face. You headed towards the pool, sitting on a lounge chair.

You stared into the night sky, looking at the stars. Your thoughts were interrupted with a door slam

It was Jeremiah

“Back from your date soon?” Asked Jeremiah “I thought you would be out till 12.”

“It didn’t work out…” you said, eyes not leaving the night sky. Jeremiah sat next to the lounge chair beside you

“He’s not worth your tears.” Said Jeremiah as he stroked your cheek with the padding of his thumb

“He’s been hooking up with her all this time.” You choked out, Jeremiah pulled you close to his chest, comforting you as he stroked your hair.

“Things will get better.” Said jeremiah as he continued to hug you

“You really think so?” You asked as you wiped your cheek with your hand, letting out a smile

“I know so.” Said Jeremiah as he smiled, you face in his hand

The night ended with a kiss and let’s just say that the relationship between you and Jeremiah blossomed.

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chicago-pd-is-weird · 6 months ago

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'W' and Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, and their mom

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Jay and Will sat in the back of the car, their mom up front driving. The two boys played with some foam swords, careful not to hit their mother’s head. They giggled and laughed as they hit one another, maybe a little too hard at times, but neither minded.

“Mooooooom,” Jay whined. “Will broke my sword!”

“I did not!” Will replied with a frown. “The glue came off! Not my fault.”

Their mother hummed as she drove. “Alright boys, it’s okay. I’m sure you can find a different game to play until we get there.”

“I can’t wait! I want to be there now!” Jay said.

“Yeah, me too! I hate long car rides!” Will echoed.

“Long?” Their mother laughed. “It’s been five minutes already, and we only have five minutes left.”

Jay huffed and crossed his arms. “Five minutes seems like forever!”

Will looked out the window, but was silent, just swinging his legs off the seat.

Jay sat back and huffed, looking out the window for about twenty seconds before groaning. “Mooooooom, how long has it been?”

Their mother laughed. “About thirty seconds, baby. You got a whole bunch more to go. Why don’t you and William play a game?”

“Like what? Our swords broke.”

“Ooh, rock paper scissors!” Will said, holding a fist out to Jay.

Jay smiled and held his fist out. “Best out of five!”

“Okay!” Will matched his smile.

The boys played for about two minutes before Jay won their round, and their mother hit some road work. She sighed softly, as traffic started moving at a slow pace, just a crawl.

When Jay and Will looked out the window again, they found that they were barely moving.

“Moooom,” Jay whined once more. “It’s gonna be more than five minutes.”

“Yeah, mom…” Will replied with a frown. “I might see a turtle go by cause he’s faster than us right now!”

“I want ice cream,” Jay said with a frown.

“Me too, mom,” Will replied.

“You’re the ones who wanted to go partway across the city to get ice cream instead of the one down the street,” their mother laughed. “Now you have to be patient.”

“No, mom, a patient is what’s in a hospital,” Will replied. “I’m not one of those.”

Jay huffed and swung his legs. “She means wait, Will.”

“Very good, both of you. The word means two different things. One is a noun, as in a patient in a hospital, because they wait for the nurses and doctors to see them. And the other type is an adjective, which describes someone who is tolerant and able to wait without complaining. So, when I say you have to be patient, I mean you should wait without complaining.”

Jay sighed and looked out the window. “I wish we could teleport.”

“Me too,” Will replied. “Or that we lived closer so we could walk.”

“Yeah, cause this ice cream is the best. They have really nice people and good flavors.” Jay swung his legs as he watched the men go by for the road work. “What are they doing, mama?”

“They’re paving the road, Jay. Sometimes when cars drive too much on it, the road gets worn down, so they have to re-pave it.” Their mother waved to the men working as they finally got through the road work.

Jay hummed, then looked at Will. “Let’s do I-Spy.”

“Okay!” Will replied, poking Jay’s arm and then giggling when Jay protested. “I spied you.”

“No, no, you gotta play it right!” Jay huffed, rubbing his arm. “Moooom.”

“Here, I’ll start,” their mom said with a smile. “I spy with my little eye… something blue.”

Will hummed. “Is it the sky?”

“Nope.”

“Is it my shirt?!” Jay asked.

“Nope.”

The boys continued guessing for a few moments as their mom gave them a few hints. It wasn’t until they arrived at the ice cream shop did she turn around. “You boys give up?”

Both nodded and looked at her sadly. They’d lost the game. “What was it, mama?” Will asked.

“It was Jay’s eyes,” she said, gently cupping Jay’s cheek, then kissing his forehead. “They’re a beautiful blue.”

Will frowned. “What about mine? Are they a beautiful blue?”

“No,” their mother said as she got out of the car and opened the back door so she could get to Will, cupping his cheek. “Yours are a beautiful brown. See?” She smiled and kissed his forehead. “Come on, boys, we’re here.”

“Ooh, ice cream! Will, get out! Hurry!”

Will and Jay scurried out of the car and held their mother’s hands as they went up to their favorite ice cream shop.

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braveclementine · 5 months ago

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Part 14

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. Also, all of Severus and Elizabeths' childrens names are mine and mine alone.I also do not condone any copying of this.

THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS

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Marinette clutched snowball to her chest as she stared out the window of the Hogwarts Express. Her parents were still talking to Davina and Carlisle who didn't seem to want to go off onto the train. Both her mother and her father seemed a lot happier, especially over the summer. Her mom was genuinely smiling for the first time in years. So was her father.

She watched as her mother and father kissed her siblings and they finally got onto the train. Her father wrapped his arm around her mother's waist, kissing the top of her head. Marinette wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she thought she saw a small bump through the outline of her mother's clothes.

Another child? Suddenly, a violent image of her mother falling from the sky, landing on upturned sticks flashed through her mind. Marinette jumped slightly, turning her focus back to the inside of the carriage car she was sitting in.

Scorpius was sitting in the car as well, though after they'd exchanged their normal pleasantries, they'd both sat in silence. It was usually like this until Albus got here and Marinette wondered if she had a friend in Scorpius when Albus wasn't here.

Mari turned her head just slightly as she heard both Albus and Roses' voices coming down the train hall.

"Leave me alone, Rose." Albus said.

"Albus!" Scorpius said as Albus came into the compartment- finally. Rose was still trailing him. "Oh hello, Rose, what do you smell of?"

"What do I smell of?" Rose asked, seeming offended.

"No, I meant it as a nice thing, you smell like a mixture of fresh flowers and fresh- bread."

"Albus, I'm here, okay? If you need me." Rose said desperately. Mari rolled her eyes, looking back out the window. Her father and mother were meeting with her grandparents now.

"I mean, nice bread, good bread, bread. . . what's wrong with bread?" Scorpius continued his incredibly awkward, clearly unable to talk to girls, dialogue.

"What's wrong with bread!" Rose scoffed as she walked away.

"I've been looking for you two everywhere." Albus declared.

"And now you've found us. Ta-da! We were hardly hiding. You know how I like to get on early. Stops people staring. Shouting. Writing 'Son of Voldemort' on my trunks. That one never gets old. She really doesn't like me, does she?"

Mari was taken aback as Albus hugged Scorpius fiercely. She raised an eyebrow, watching the two of them, while she petted snowball.

"Okay. Hello. Um. Have we hugged before? Do we hug?" Scorpius asked awkwardly.

"No. No you don't." Marinette finally spoke and the two boys jumped apart.

"Just a slightly weird twenty-four hours." Albus sighed.

"What's happening in them?"

"I'll explain later. We have to get off this train."

It was perfect timing, really, as the Hogwarts Express blew its' whistle and started to chug slowly out of the station. Marinette looked out the window one last time to see her father throw his head back and roar with laughter, something he rarely allowed himself to do in public. Marinette felt a weight that she hadn't realized she'd been carrying lift off of her shoulders. The hardness towards her mother dissolved some.

"Too late. The train is moving. Hogwarts ahoy!" Scorpius replied sarcastically.

"Then we have to get off a moving train." Albus declared.

"Anything from the trolley dears?" Marinette jumped as the trolley witch came into view, pushing her cart.

"Oh, no thank you." Marinette said quickly, kicking Albus so he didn't open the window right in front of her. Mari knew they were jumping off the train, just as she knew if the trolley witch saw them, she'd stop them. Perhaps if she didn't see them try to climb out of the window, then she wouldn't know to stop them from jumping off.

"A moving magical train." Scorpius said as the trolley witch moved on to the next compartment. Albus opened the window. "Albus Severus Potter, get that strange look out of your eyes."

"First question. What do you know about the Triwizard Tournament?" Albus asked.

Ah. So it seemed Delphi had visited Albus as well. That put Marinette's suspicion radar up a notch. She didn't trust people in general, but the idea of a strange lady visiting kids while their parents were occupied to plant the same seed was certainly suspicious.

"Oooooh, a quiz!" Scorpius exclaimed meanwhile, "Three schools pick three champions to compete in three tasks for one Cup. What's that got to do with anything?"

"Well, actually, the Triwizard Cup picks the champions, but I digress." Marinette responded.

"You two really are enormous geeks, you know that?"

"Ya-huh." Mari and Scorpius said together.

"Second question. Why has the Triwizard Tournament not been run in over twenty years?"

"The last competition included your dad and a boy called Cedric Diggory- they decided to win together but the Cup was a Portkey- and they were transported to Voldemort. Cedric was killed. They canceled the competition immediately after."

Marinette decided to not add that there had been a death in almost every single Triwizard Tournament ever held and the only reason Cedrics' death was unusual was because it was actually just murder.

"Good. Third question: Did Cedric need to be killed?" Mari rolled her eyes. "Easy question, easy answer. No. The words Voldemort said were, 'Kill the spare.' The spare. He died only because he was with my father and my father couldn't save him- we can. A mistake has been made and we're going to right it. We're going to use a Time-Turner. We're going to bring him back."

"Albus," Scorpius said warningly. "For obvious reasons, I'm not a massive fan of Time-Turners."

"When Amos Diggory asked for the Time-Turner my father denied they even existed. He lied to an old man who just wanted his son back- who just loved his son. And he did it because he didn't care- because he doesn't care. Everyone talks about all the brave things Dad did. But he made some mistakes too. Some big mistakes, in fact. I want to set one of those mistakes right. I want us to save Cedric."

Her mother hadn't lied to the man. She'd been up front and honest. And her mother had wanted to correct Cedrics' death, she'd admitted that. Said she'd begged Dumbledore to let her change it and Dumbledore had said no. Maybe. . .

"Okay, whatever was holding you brain together seems to have snapped." Scorpius muttered. Marinette laughed, and was surprised that she did.

"I'm going to do this, Scorpius, Mari. I need to do this. And you know as well as I do, I'll entirely mess it up if you two don't come with me. Come on."

"On one condition." Marinette said as Albus started to hoist himself out of the window. "I get to bring Snowball."

Albus grinned, "Of course, come on." He disappeared completely and Marinette sighed, following him up. It was a bit of a stretch, before she was standing on top of the train now. It was moving faster than she had expected, making her change her stance so that she felt more balanced. Snowball hissed, though she wasn't sure at what exactly.

Scorpius joined them and it wasn't long before he wanted to get back into the train, "Okay, now we're on the roof of a train, it's fast, it's scary, this has been great, I feel like I've learnt a lot about me, something about you, but-"

Marinette actually laughed again.

"As I calculate it we should be approaching the viaduct soon and then it'll be a short hike to St. Oswald's Home for Old Witches and Wizards. . ."

"The what? The where? Look, I am as excited as you are to be a rebel for the first time in my life- yay - train roof- fun- but now -oh."

Marinette looked over her shoulder as Scorpius' voice trailed off. Her heart sank upon seeing the Trolley Witch there.

"The water will be an extremely useful backup if our Cushioning Charm doesn't work." Albus continued, not seeing the trolley witch that both of them were watching come closer.

"Albus. The Trolley witch." Scorpius managed to squeak out. Marinette warily took a few steps back, wondering if it would be rude to jump off the train without telling them.

"You want a snack for the journey?" Albus asked stupidly. But then again, his back was to all three of them as he looked over the edge of the speeding train. The train couldn't have been going fast as well, maybe what? Thirty miles per hour? But on top of the roof, it felt like they were going at least eighty.

"No. Albus. The Trolley Witch is coming towards us!" Marinette shouted.

"No, she can't be, we're on top of the train. . ." Albus trailed off as both Scorpius and Mari pointed at the Trolly Witch, seeing that she was indeed on top of the train. What was more, she had brought her trolley with her, the candies and pastries on top looked slightly different than Mari remembered them being.

"Anything from the trolley dears? Pumpkin Pasty? Chocolate Frog? cauldron Cake?" She asked nonchalantly like the four of them were not on top of the train.

"Oh." Albus said dumbly.

"People don't know much about me. They buy my Cauldron Cakes- but they never really notice me. I don't remember the last time someone asked my name."

"What is your name?" Albus asked.

"I've forgotten. All I can tell you is that when the Hogwarts Express first came to be- Ottaline Gambol herself offered the job. . ."

"That's- one hundred and ninety years." Scorpius beat Mari to it. "You've been doing this job for one hundred and ninety years?"

Mari felt that even with a job that long, how could you forget your own name? The Hogwarts Express made six trips total throughout a year. Going back and forth to Hogwarts in the Fall, going back and forth to Hogwarts for Winter break, and going back and forth to Hogwarts in the Spring. How did she not have time for herself? Not having a life for herself?

"These hands have made over six million Pumpkin Pasties. I've got quite good at them. But what people haven't noticed about my Pumpkin Pasties is how easily they transform into something else. . ."

Mari gaped as she threw the Pumpkin pastie at them. It exploded, much like a grenade from those Muggle movies her mother and brothers loved.

"And you won't believe what I can do with my Chocolate Frogs." Mari didn't really want to find out. "Never- never- have I let anyone off this train before they reached their destination. Some have tried- Sirius Black and his cronies, Fred and George Weasley, Elizabeth Kane and Lee Jordan. ALL HAVE FAILED. BECAUSE THIS TRAIN- IT DOESN'T LIKE PEOPLE GETTING OFF IT. . ." Her hands transfigured into very sharp spikes and Mari wondered for a second if the trolley witch was actually fully human as first assumed. "So please retake your seats for the remainder of the journey."

Mari did a start, hearing her mothers' name as one of the people who had tried to jump off. Had her mother. . . had her mother not liked Hogwarts either?

"You were right, Scorpius. This train is magical."

"At this precise moment in time, I take no pleasure in being right." Scorpius swallowed thickly.

"Maybe we should re think this." Mari said uneasily.

"But I was also right- about the viaduct- that's water down there, time to try the Cushioning Charm." Albus said.

"Albus, this is a bad idea." Scorpius said, exchanging a look with Mari.

"Is it?" Albus asked, looking over at the two of them. Usually when Scorpius and Mari were in agreement with something, he would change his mind, take their advice. "Too late now." He said instead, bending his knees. "Three, two, one. Molliare!" He jumped off the train.

"Albus!" Scorpius panicked, throwing her another look. She just shook her head. Both of them glance back at the approaching witch, whose hair was now swinging wildly. Mari wondered if they stayed long enough, if the hair would turn into snakes like that Greek Gorgon Medusa. She didn't want to find out.

"Well, as fun as you clearly look, I have to go after my friend." Scorpius sighed and then shouted the incantation as he jumped after Albus.

"Great." Mari said, turning, and jumped after him.

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abbatoirablaze · 1 year ago

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Princess & Bunny, Chapter 11

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: slight angst, some fluff…all the feels.

“This will always be our place, Hughie…”

Ransom’s heart fluttered as she looked at him. And his hand reached out to take it in hers, “you’re my best friend, Bunny.”

“Yeah…” she smiled softly, giving the alpha a sweet look, “You’re my best friend too, Hughie…”

“Even more than Cece?”

“Even more than Cece,” she confirmed as she looked up at the sky. Ransom smiled, his heart fluttering even more, “thanks for sneaking out with me to watch the stars…”

“I’d do anything for you, Bun…”

“Sometimes I wish we could just run away,” she admitted softly, “me and you against the world…we could stay at the cabin while your mom and my dad and Cece acted like the perfect family…”

“Coming from the actual perfect one,” Ransom chuckled, clearly amused by the situation, “Linda would have a fit if you disappeared…and if you disappeared with me…then she’d definitely make it seem like it was all my fault and all my idea…”

“Hughie…”

“Hmm?” he asked, breaking his own gaze away from the stars. He looked beside himself. But Bunny didn’t say anything. He let go of her hand and rolled onto his side, propping himself up, “what is it, Bunny?”

“N-nothing,” she lied. Ransom frowned and he inched closer towards her, “I just-“

“You know you could tell me anything, Bunny…you’re my best friend…”

“Yeah…” she repeated sadly. Ransom didn’t want to push her, so he said nothing. He watched as she turned her attention back to the stars, “things aren’t going to change now, are they?”

“W-what do you mean?” he asked curiously.

“Y-you’re officially an alpha,” she said softly, “y-you presented. Soon there will be omegas trying to come around, saying that it’s how you sme-“

“Can you smell me, Bunny?”

She whimpered, but didn’t respond to the question. Ransom frowned as she sat up, “I-I should go…we should get bac-“

“Bunn-“

“We should go, Hughie…”

The gravel crunched underneath the tires of his beamer as he pulled into the driveway. He frowned when he noticed her car. His own memories had been replaying in his head, but the entire way up, all he could think about was the last night he’d spent with her when she’d all but admitted that she could smell him.

He wondered if she knew then that he was her mate.

Was that what she really wanted to ask about?

So many things swirled in his head, so many unanswered questions, that when he got out of the car his heart ached. He could smell her scent now. Unencumbered by the blockers.

Whiskey and rose hips.

He inhaled deeply, relishing in the scent.

His inner wolf growled, wanting to find her.

But his heart lurched in his chest as he noticed her in the field. She was playing in the flowers with his cub.

“DADDY!”

Her head whipped around towards the driveway. Before she could so much as reach out to grab him, Kingston was barreling towards his father.

Ransom frowned.

He could smell the bitter notes in her scent as her anxiety spiked.

But he received his son as the toddler attacked his legs, picking him up.

“You came!”

Ransom sighed, cradling his cub against his chest. Kingston nuzzled his neck, scenting his father.

Ransom watched as Bunny came towards him, “I take it that Harlan told you where we were?”

Ransom bit his lip and shook his head, “I-I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Bun…went to the house where we made him…went to the estate where you gave birth…but here you were…all along…”

“Our special place.”

“Our special place,” he repeated with a sigh, “we came here every single summer since the day our parents introduced us…”

“I figured if you never got your senses…I-I’d want Kingston to grow up in a place where both of us were happy.”

Ransom nodded and looked at his son, “how was I so stupid to not see what was in front of me this whole time? How did I not see it was you, Bunny?”

“They say hindsight is twenty twenty…”

“You were my everything…”

“Until Princess tore us apart,” she sniffled, crossing her arms over her chest, “I-I was serious when we were kids…when I said I wanted us to run away…”

“You knew back then…didn’t you?”

She nodded, “Maple bourbon and bonfires…you reminded me of fall…”

“If I knew back then,” Ransom stuttered, shaking his head as he felt the tears welling up in his eyes, “Bunny…if I knew-I-I would have chosen you in a heartbeat. You know that, right?”

She sniffled once more and wiped underneath her eyes, “Hughie…”

He took a few steps forward, but she held her arms out, stopping him.

“Mommy…no cry!” her cub whimpered as he peaked out from Ransom’s neck.

“Mommy’s okay, baby…” she reassured her cub, “She just…daddy and her are talking…”

“Daddy’s home…”

“Y-yeah…” she hiccupped.

Ransom frowned and put his son down, patting him gently on the butt, “why don’t you go in and get changed for a nap…yeah? Mommy and daddy will be inside in a second.”

Kingston looked between his parents, waiting for confirmation from his mother.

“Daddy’s right, baby…go get changed for your nap,” she agreed, “w-we’ll be in to tuck you in, in a second.”

The little boy nodded, not needing much else to confirm that his parents were alright, and he charged back in towards the house, being sure to close the door behind him.

“Bunny…”

“Don’t,” she said simply, a few more tears streaming down her cheeks, “if it’s what I think you’re going to say…then don’t…Hughie, I can-“

She was cut off when Ransom rushed her, his lips capturing hers in a flurried kiss. She instantly melted against the alpha as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to himself. Ransom felt the purr coming from his mate as she settled in his arms.

“I’m not leaving you, Bunny,” Ransom promised as he broke the kiss and looked at her gently. His hand reached up and he stroked her cheek. She closed her eyes and pressed their foreheads together. Ransom leaned forward a little and let his nose brush against hers. His hand reached further up and he brushed the tears from her cheeks, “I’m not leaving you ever again, omega…”

“Alpha…” she whimpered softly.

“Whiskey and rose hips,” he admitted softly, “th-that night we conceived Kingston…tha-that’s all I could smell…it felt safe…felt like home. I knew in that moment that I loved whoever it belonged to. Bunny…fo-forgive me for not seeing that it was you…let me stay…please…let me be your mate…the mate that you deserve…the father to our cub…baby, please don’t push me away.”

She gave him a sad smile and nodded against him, pressing their lips back together once more, “O-okay Hughie…”

“I can stay?”

“You can stay, alpha,” she whimpered softly as she pulled away from him. Ransom smiled, his arms pulling her back to himself, “you can stay…”

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#princess & bunny #knives out au #knives out #hugh ransom drysdale #alpha ransom drysdale #soft ransom #a/b/o fanfic #a/b/o fic #a/b/o #ransom drysdale

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fardell24b · 10 months ago

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Spider Quinn 07: Ashes to Ashes - Part 7

Quinn heard a knock at the bedroom door. Just as well she wasn’t doing something SpiderGirl related. She opened it and found Jenna holding a hairbrush. “Jenna?”

“Quinn. I’m not going to need this anymore,” Jenna said, waving the hairbrush.

“Oh. What about Mom or Daria?”

“I thought you would appreciate it more.”

Quinn took the brush. “Thanks,” she said with a smile. “But I already have a lot of brushes.”

“Oh.”

“But I think I know someone who doesn’t have many.”

“That’s fine,” Jenna said.

But Quinn could tell that she was disappointed. “But, I could keep it.”

“You don’t have to,” Jenna said in a reassuring tone.

Quinn nodded with a smile. She decided to change the topic. “So, there’s a reason you did all this?”

“Lots of reasons,” Jenna said. “My life hasn’t been that great. I didn’t have friends at school, and I fell into the wrong crowd at College. Ended up abusing various substances, not just alcohol, and got into a few bad relationships…”

“You don’t need to say more,” Quinn said, after Jenna trailed off and was quiet.

“And I lost various family members. Which is another reason I came in here.”

“I have Mom, Daria and Stacy, Tiffany, and now Tori,” Quinn said.

“And that’s good. But you probably need more help.”

“I’ll think about that.”

“A good idea,” Jenna said. She then said good night and left the room.

Quinn then went back to what she was working on.

SpiderGirl emerged from the side bedroom window in the early hours. She then walked on the roof and sat above the spare room. She could hear sounds coming from below. Jenna was still having nightmares. But then she also was having nightmares. There were many nights when she had awoken from reliving that moment when her father became still on the side of the road beside his car. She shook her head and focused on listening to Lawndale.

She soon heard sirens near the Big Strawberry. She headed in that direction.

Peterson saw SpiderGirl arrive. “I knew you would be here,” she said.

“What do you have?” she asked.

“Overdose,” Peterson said. “A friend called it in, said that the person was tripping and wanted to climb the Strawberry. Unfortunately, the ambulance wasn’t able to make it in time.”

SpiderGirl was annoyed. It was something she saw occasionally on the news in Highland, but not yet in Lawndale. “I’ll get all the dealers!” she declared.

“I’m afraid that more would come,” Peterson said in a tone of defeat.

SpiderGirl knew that tone from those Highland news reports. She approached the victim. “Not again!” she said. “Lawndale will be CLEAN!”

“Simply saying that won’t help,” Peterson said. “I know you averted a deal yesterday, but you can’t be everywhere.”

“I know,” SpiderGirl said quietly. “But I’ll try.”

Peterson watched as the metahuman vigilante swung away. She hoped that she would be able to make some difference. She didn’t want Lawndale to get worse, although she knew that it would before things got better.

SpiderGirl patrolled various parts of Lawndale until the pre-dawn glow appeared in the eastern sky.

Lawndale Sun-Herald

Friday December 12, 1999

Mayor Promises No Tolerance of Crime

Quinn couldn’t get back to sleep. The image of the dead addict was now prominent in her mind, although it wasn’t any where near as prominent as her father saying ‘With great power comes great responsibility’.

As soon as the alarm went off she jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom.

“Oh, has Jenna been keeping you awake?” Daria asked when she came out.

“A little,” Quinn said. “I do have nightmares, sometimes,” she admitted quietly.

“Me too,” Daria said. “Obviously not like yours. I miss Dad a lot.”

The two sisters then hugged. It more being Quinn throwing her hands around the other than the two actually hugging.

Daria didn’t fight it

“Thanks,” Quinn said as she released her sister from the hug.

Jenna was already ready to leave when the two sisters came down. “Thanks for having me,” she said to Helen.

“You can give me a call when you get back,” Helen said.

“I shall,” Jenna said as she hugged Helen. She waved to Daria and Quinn and then left.

“Constant change,” Quinn mused as she left the house with Daria.

“That’s life,” Daria said.

“This time last week, I wouldn’t have expected that I would dissolve the Fashion Club.”

“Wasn’t that Stacy and Tiffany as well?” Daria asked.

“Yes. But I had hoped that Sandi and I would still be friends.”

“Quinn, she has seen you change due to grief and she’s not sure what to make of it. It says a lot about the other two that they have stuck with you.”

“It does, doesn’t it? Now there’s Tori, although I don’t know her well,” Quinn said.

“I’m sure that she’ll stick around. She may have a reputation for gossip, but I haven’t heard her disparage people much.”

“That’s true.”

“And I still have Jane,” Daria said.

“I’m sure she’ll stick around.”

The day at school was relatively normal. It seemed that Sandi had paused her rumormongering.

That evening, there was another call from the Gupty’s. “Hello,” Helen said.

“Lauren Gupty here.”

“I’ll put Quinn on.”

“Thanks.”

“Mrs. Gupty?” Quinn asked when she had grabbed the phone.

“Evening Quinn. Lester and I need to be out again tomorrow night.”

“I can be there,” Quinn responded.

“Thanks.”

Lawndale Sun-Herald

Saturday, December 13, 1999

Overdose victim found at Big Strawberry

Quinn brought Jenna’s hairbrush with her to the Gupty’s. She was sure that Tricia would appreciate the gesture.

“That’s pretty,” Tricia said once Quinn took it out of her handbag.

“It belonged to a person who pretended to be an old friend of my mothers. Would you like it?”

“That person won’t mind?”

“I think she'd be happy knowing I gave it to someone with such pretty hair,” Quinn responded.

“Wait…”

“It’s a long story.”

“I’ll keep it. Anyway, Tad and I finally have a Nintendo. Would you like to play?”

“I have played Mario Paint,” Quinn said.

“Sounds boring,” Tricia said.

“Not as boring as it sounds. Besides, Stacy has a PlayStation.”

After an hour or so playing Super Mario 64 and The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, Tad and Tricia were tiring. “Time to get ready for bed.”

“Sure,” Tricia said as she turned the system off.

After leaving the Gupty’s later that night, SpiderGirl patrolled that part of Lawndale, hoping that she was making a difference. She owed Tad and Tricia, and others she babysat that much. ‘With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility,’ she thought as she passed by that house again.

#daria #daria morgendorffer #fanfic #helen morgendorffer #quinn morgendorffer #spider-man

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notsufjanstevensblog · 1 year ago

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Chinni. She was our family dog. A black pomeranian. She was a size of a cat when we first bought her. No. Took her away from the locals because they told us chinni was “too harsh”. I was around 12-13? I guess? I’m not sure. Soon chinni was a part of our broken family. Broken on all terms- family, finance, health, a happy home, you name it. Chinni was a hope that we all clinged on to. On our lousy days, our tired sundays, our evenings when all of us were really tired of whatever we spent the day doing, our mornings when mom & dad woke me up to catch that bus right on time and so many other days when life slapped our face to reality. We used to feed chinni 2 biscuits every evening and now that I think of it, maybe it took only 2 of those buiscuits was all that it took for our simple lives with chinni. Ruthless human being I am, I barely spent anytime with her. My mom and younger sister used to pet her so much and I never understood. But I just gave up one day and tried playing with her but it didn’t do me any good. Let me also tell you that i’ve always hated pets. For a person who is very conscious about cleanliness and hygiene, I was very particular about even touching chinni in the beginning. To my favour, chinni was very good and aware about everything around her. She never disturbed me and just sat with me, catching flies in the air. I don’t think it ever caught one- idiot. It used to be very delusional and chew something random on the floor. I always used to shoo it away because you don’t want your mango-eating-sunday-afternoons with chinni! I mean, come on.

Then we all grew up. Times changed. We shifted to a new house. Things were pretty great. I didn’t like the change but just like everyone else, I got used to it. I was admitted in a boarding school. I loved it there. I was a cute church going wanna-be christian girl reading bible and quoting psalms. I used to go back home every sunday to wash my hair and scrub my skin. My mom kept screaming at how tanned by back and my hands or legs were or how my hair keeps falling off in bunches. On a random sunday, I remember this very vividly. On a random sunday, I was sitting there after this very petty argument with my elder sister crying and holding a piece of chicken that my mom cooked everytime we came home from hostel. Chinni came sniffing and I threw it far far away. Chinni brought back the piece in her mouth, un-eaten. I was confused. I wasn’t going to eat that, so i told “chinni, you eat”. And chinni did. I went back home and mom had another one for me. I never really noticed chinni. I just knew she was watching me from under my car or the corner she always occupied in our car garage.

Times changed very rapidly. I was in my 2nd year of college. Dad was hospitalised with acute kidney infection stage 4. Dad sat on the garden wall and spoke to people for hours. Chinni just sat there with him, catching flies in the air. I mean literally that. Dad used to pat chinni a few times and look at the sky. He used to yell at all of us for not feeding chinni and cleaning her. By the end of covid pandemic, our family had gotten a little closer and I couldn’t have asked for more. I loved it. It was mundane and simple. I came to LOVE chinni. Chinni used to come wherever me and mom and my sister used to go to walk. Slowly, wagging its tail, barking at basically nothing. We had a favourite jackfruit tree in our fields where me and mom used to gossip about people closer to us. It was fun. Chinni used to sit there and act as if she knew what we were speaking and I used to just pat chinni and wash hands and legs off of the dust and her hair everytime I returned back home. Chinni was old. Infact, I never knew how old she was.

By now times had severely changed. Dad was diagnosed with covid-19 and had a pulmonary infection with underlying health issues. Chinni kept crying. Perhaps she knew her family wouldn’t be the same anymore. Chinni used to howl. I didn’t think she could do that until that point. My dad kept giving her buiscuits. But how many of them will she need to tune down the thoughts of her not having the same family in a few days and losing one of her best friends? And the world fell apart for chinni. My dad passed away. Now chinni was no one. Nothing. Just another dog. She couldn’t cheer us anymore. She couldn’t smile or eat anymore. Chinni only used to eat food when we had kept it on a plate and left. Chinni never ate food infront of any of us. I saw chinni’s teeth in the garden and I knew chinni was also getting old. I tried to be there for her as much as I could but I was broken enough to an extent to know that it would not be able to fix her. I just used to sit with chinni with a glass of tea in my one hand and phone in the other.

Chinni wanted her dad. To tell her stories telepathically. I could never be her. I could never listen to anyone’s stories in my family without being judgemental. Chinni started getting sadder and sadder. Chinni never came near our house now. It sat there quietly in a garage. It could barely see or bark. I went back to university and everytime I kept waving at her assuming she could see. Only if she were here to know that I would wave at her a million more times. Chinni’s hair was falling off. I never spent time with chinni anymore because she reminded me of the time that my life was at its best. It was a dream, a dream that had already passed. I didn’t want to fight to have it again. Very recently I went to meet chinni and she was fine. I had not talked to her for the past few months. So I fed the leftovers and came back home.

My uncle was very annoyed at the rat that kept roaming in the garage. He threw a big ass stick aiming the rat but chinni got hit. It was horrible. She got hit and her hip broke. Chinni kept crying. I couldn’t take it anymore. I came home and cried my heart out. All of us cried. We could never see chinni again. And 3 days later, chinni had passed away. I wasn’t informed. I went home and took 2 biscuits from the snacks drawer in our kitchen and then my mom told me chinni had passed away. Now that I come to think of it, I only have regrets. I could’ve maybe touched chinni more often. Played with her more often. Fed her her favourite treats. I could’ve done so much more but I’m happy that I atleast have regrets that keep me up at night reminding chinni- the best company I’ll ever have.

#dogblr #writerscommunity #mundane

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knuts-and-bolts · 1 year ago

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it was my first year of summer camp and i was homesick and scared of the dark. it was my moms birthday that day, and the night my cabin had our camp out. once it got dark, i started to cry. i was inconsolable. until my counselor molly sat beside me and asked if she could tell me a story.

ten years later, i tell myself the same story when i start to panic or when things are just too much to handle. tonight, i told it to a cabin of kids at the same camp. i work here now, and i get to be the person for them that molly was for me.

i’m don’t think many people will read this, and most of you are my close friends who have heard it before. still, i wanted to put it out there so it can never be fully forgotten. here’s the story.

once upon a time there was a girl named molly. molly loved more than anything in the world to go camping. she had camped with friends and family, on beaches, mountains, valleys, and deserts. each time she felt more connected to nature and to herself.

one day, molly decided to finally go camping alone. she packed her bag with everything she would need, then double checked it, then triple checked it. her family drove out to the mountains, and as she got out of the car they reminded her that they would be close by. if anything went wrong, they said, just shout or walk back toward the car. molly told them she understood and that she loved them, and she set off.

she reached the perfect clearing in the early afternoon, and after setting up her tent, she decided to go explore. she hiked to a nearby creek and waded in the icy water until the sun began to dip under the trees.

molly made a fire, as she had so many times before, and cooked her dinner. she watched the sunset as the fire burned out. it had been such a long day, she thought, but it had been perfect so far.

molly climbed into her tent and got comfortable in her sleeping bag. it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.

a couple hours later, she awoke to the strange sensation of being watched. a pair of glowing yellow eyes blinked at her through the thin material of the tent. it’s probably just a fox or a raccoon, she comforted herself, nothing to worry about. she laid her head back down and went beck to bed.

but again, she woke in the middle of the night. this time, there were more eyes peering in at her. she felt herself begin to panic as she wondered what it could be. a pack of coyotes, she wondered, a pack of wolves?

molly clutched her flashlight close to her chest and pulled her sleeping bag up over her head. she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. when molly’s heartbeat had evened out again, she tried to think rationally about the situation.

after thinking for a while, molly made her decision. she took the biggest, deepest breath she could, exhaled all the way, and unzipped the tent. she knew she would never sleep unless she at least saw what it was that scared her so badly. she shone the beam of her flashlight directly when the eyes had blinked a split second before.

and there was nothing. puzzled, molly looked around. there wasn’t a single animal to be seen or heard, nor a footprint or any kind of trace something had been there. she wondered if whatever it was would come back if she put the light away.

she switched it off and waited. slowly, one after another, the eyes blinked open. as she watched, they began to dance and twirl around her. they were no longer pairs, she saw, but dazzling specs of light.

fireflies, she thought, and she smiled. thousands of fireflies lit up the night sky in the clearing. more than she had seen in her whole life. the full moon illuminated the trees around her, and the sky was filled with twinkling stars.

molly laughed and watched the bugs moved through the air. she pulled her sleeping bag out of her tent and began to fall asleep under the light of the moon.

just before she fell asleep, molly thought to herself just how grateful she was that she had been brave enough to face her fear. she wondered what life would look like without the beauty of the fireflies and the perfection of the night sky to lull her to sleep. with that, molly finally drifted off, and dreamt of a flying among the stars like the fireflies.

#bedtime stories #nostalgic #summer camp #this is my best coping skill believe it or not

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PART 5:

The sky was a canvas of orange and pink, as the sun started to set on New York. Magnus felt the breeze, as he sat on the steps that lead to the Lightwood manor.

"Thought I found you out here?" A voice said, as Clary sat beside him.

"Hiya biscuit!"

"Its beautiful isnt it? The colours of yellow, orange and red. Sunsets and sunrises are beutiful." Clary's attention was the sky above, Magnus smiled, his friend has grown.

"It is." He smiled, the memories of his friends sitting on a hill, watching the sun set.

They were happy.

"Okay whats wrong?" Clary turned to face him.

"Your brother is an asshole."

"They both are. But this is different Magnus, there is a party going on inside and your sitting out here, alone. Whats up?"

"Can I tell you something." Magnus repsonded, he wanted to speak to someone, but who would understand. Clary nodded, turning her body towards him.

"If person A loved person B. That person A wanted to protect themselves and their friends from person B, and snitches and person B ends up in prison. And person A is now happy and settles down with a partner and children, but person B comes back in their life. And person A wants to keep person B on the outside, so person A does things to help person B, and is hiding all this from a few loved ones. Is person A, a bad person?" It wasnt what he wanted to ask.

Clary thought for a while.

"So person A sent person B to prison, person B is out of prison, and is now tormeting person A. But person A doesnt go to the police, nor tells their loved ones. If person A's loved ones found out, that would break the stuff that Person A tried to build. Person B may be bad. But person A needs to do something before something happens. Or worse, person A gets hurt because of person of B. Did I get it right?" Clary shifted, her hand on Magnus's shoulder.

"Is this person B Camille?"

"No its not. Person A can manage person B though. Well thats what person A thinks?"

Clary sighed, as Johnathan called them in.

"Look if person A was always careful of not letting person B in, then maybe person A cannot manage person B. Person A needs to talk to their loved ones. Or go to the police. Lets go inside." Clary said, standing up and dusting of her jeans.

"Carrie" Max called out, Clary smiled, and took Max from Helene.

Magnus smiled, and walked inside, Robert bumped into them.

"Going to get some food." Robert said before quickly making his exit.

Alec gave Magnus a small kiss, as he kissed him back.

"Uncle Alec, come here." Tavvy shouted.

"I need to go now. See you soon." Magnus said, kissing his fiance, as Tavvy stormed over and started to pull Alec.

"See you." He replied, picking up Tavvy.

Magnus juat grabbed a duffel bag, and went to the garden shed to grab a shovel.

"What are you doing?" Magnus jumped. He looked to see Simon sitting there on his phone.

"What are you doing?" Magnus asked the question, as he closed the shed.

"Watching anime. Its live. Now answer my question."

"Just grabbing something for Cat. Im heading out." He said, walking to the front gate, he notcied Johnathan watching, but he ignored him, and walked until he got to the street.

He looked back at the house, and noticed Johnathan, arms crossed.

"Dont do this." Johnathan said, walking towards him, Magnus held the duffel bag quitetly.

"You dont understand."

"I do! Valentine was my dad, he murdered 12 people. My mom had to keep moving."

"This is different. Johnathan. Very different. Your dad was a bitter old racist, you know my father, you "had" your notes on him. This is different."

"If you go now, just remeber, you can also get arrested for helping him."

"He hasnt done anything." Magnus said, walking off. He heard Johnathan mutter something, but he ignored him and carried on walking.

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Johnthan walked back to the house, before a black mercades stopped and Robert got out. Before the car sped off.

"What was that?" Johnathan questioned.

"Nothing." Robert said walking past him.

Why is everyone so difficult.

Simon smiled at him, as he headed towards him.

"Magnus grabbed a shovel from the shed. He said he "was getting something for Cat." But it all seems a bit odd. So your a cop, you should go." Simon patted his back before going back to the kitchen.

Fuck..

He grabbed his jacket, and told Luke he was heading out.

Fuck you Magnus.

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TW// THIS SCENE WILL CONTAIN ABUSE, AND BLOOD, AND A DEAD BODY.

Magnus and Asmodeus rode in silence. The car journey seemed long.

"Why do we need a duffel bag?" Magnus broke the uncomfortable silence.

"Why do you think? Stop asking stupid questions." Asmodeus growled, his knuckles turning white.

"We are being followed." He said, as Magnus looked at the rear - view mirror. He noticed the driver.

"Its just Johnathan." Magnus said, as he gripped the duffel bag. He felt the slap coming, but didnt expect the sting, and dizziness from the hit. Asmodues pulled over, as the car behind him also pulled over.

Magnus saw his dad get his gun out.

"Dad let me deal with this." He grabbed his arm, as Asmodeus unlocked Magnus's door.

He opened the door, as he saw Johnathan getting out.

"John just go. Its fine."

"Are you safe?"

"Yes. Just go back ill be there in half an hour."

Johnathan walked closer.

"Did he hurt you." The cop whispered.

"No! Just leave us." Magnus said, getting back in the car. Johnathan sighed and got into his own car.

Asmodeus waited, until Johnathan was out of sight. He grabbed Magnus's throat, pulling Magnus near him.

"Why the fuck was that cop following us."

"He is a friend. He was just worried." Magnus choked out, he clawed at his dad's hands. He felt his dad squeese harder.

"Please. Dad." He saw his dad smile, as tears blinded his view. Asmodeus let go, as Magnus let out deep breaths.

"You lucky I didnt shoot the bitch." He said, he drove the car to a forrest, as Magnus saw a few men, holding shovels and one was holding a young person. He gulped, as they walked into the forrest. His dad, gripped his arm and pushed him forward., and he took out his gun and aimed at Magnus's back

"Im not trusting you after what happened. Walk!" He growled, as they walked further and further.

"This is it." Another man said as they started digging. Magnus looked at the young person, who was awake, his mouth covered, and blindfolded.

"Magnus keep digging." Asmodeus said pushing Magnus forward, he saw his dad get out a knife, as he heard thr young person struggling. He looked away, he kept digging. Distracting himself from muffled screams.

He felt tears stream down his cheeks. He wiped as he kept digging. Ignoring the background noises.

"Okay thats done!" The blonde haired man said, as Magnus let his shovel dropped.

"Magnus can you come here." Asmodeus called out, Magnus looked at him, and then the young person, who was now seemed unrecognizable. He was semi naked. Magnus felt cold, as he walked over.

"Here." Asmodeus said, grabbing his duffel bag and putting some money in it, and some brown taped up packages and closing the zipper and handing it to Magnus.

"Get back to the car, and wait for me." He said, as Magnus headed towards the road. He saw the car, and felt his legs get weaker as he placed the duffel bag in the back. Gut-wrenching sobs that tore through his chest, as he sat on the tarmac.

"FUCK!" He screamed, closing his eyes, but the images of the person stairing into his soul.

"Im so sorry" he muttered, rocking back and forward, he heard footsteps walkig towards him. His dad kneeled, as Magnus looked up, and saw red.

He charged at his dad. A failed punch, as Asmodeus blocked his punches, Magnus slapped him, and pushed him back.

"You bitch." Asmodeus smashed an elbow into the side of Magnus’s skull, the soft spot high on the temple, Magnus grabbed his head, as Asmodeus took out the gun and pulled the trigger, Magnus flinched expectig pain, but nothing came he looked up, as his dad put his gun away.

"Get up." He said, as Magnus slowly got up.

Asmodeus grabbed his shirt, and threw him into the back of the black mercades.

Thr car sped up, as Magnus graoned, and sat up.

"Where do you want me to drop you off?" He heard his dad say.

"The museam." He responded, he felt sick, dizzy and disorientated.

"Your lucky I didnt shoot you. But next time I wont miss." His dad said, as he stopped the car and Magnus got out, he took out his phone, and it was already half eight. He walked slowly as Asmodeus didnt leave, he saw his son walk further until he could no longer see him.

Asmodeus took out his phone, and dialled a number.

"I need you to keep an on someone."

"Who?"

"Magnus Bane!"

"Where is he?"

"You know the family well. The fucker is staying at the Lightwood manor."

"Thats fine."

"Thanks Hodge." He hanged up, as he parked up. He texted another number.

**i need any info on Alexander Gideon Lightwood.**

He waited for a text a back.

**okay!**

He started the and drove off.

(END OF PART 5. PART 6 MALEC DATE)

UH OH

#ask #talent anon

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𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: Family always came first to you. That’s why you moved to Tokyo with your baby brother despite being miserable every single day, until you met him.

If NYC was the city that never slept then Tokyo was it’s younger sibling who was constantly trying to outdo the elder child. You ignored your younger brother who sat beside you in the taxi, leaning your head against the window and admiring the bright neon lights that stood out against the black of the sky.

No stars were visible, and the noise of the city was audible from inside the taxi, grinding against your ears. You hated it.

“Y/n.” You yanked my head from the cool glass of the window, leaving it foggy in your absence as Sean gently called your name. “We’re here.”

It was then you noticed the taxi had come to a stop, in front of a small looking building.

“This is it?” You asked, only getting a nod and sigh in response as the two of you exited the small vehicle, him sighing loudly as he picked up the bags.

You approached the door and knocked, waiting impatiently as the city air bit and nipped at your rosy red cheeks and nose.

It opened, revealing the man you recognized to be your father. You took a step back, turning the volume of the music in your ears up and letting Sean do the talking. You observed as their mouths moved, and the door closed on the two of you, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion before relaxing as it opened again.

This time he was fully clothed and a woman quickly scurried out from behind him, not giving any of you a second glance.

You pulled the earbud out, looking between your brother and father.

“Who was that?” You asked, following the two of them into the cramped building.

“A friend.” Your father responded sharply, before going over the ground rules and showing you to your rather small rooms.

The sleep was terrible that night. Unable to get comfortable on the thin mattress, and longing to be back at home in America. After all, you weren’t the child who had screwed up.

【��~~~】

It took about three days for the reality of the situation you were in to settle in.

You were living in Tokyo. And you wouldn’t be returning home any time soon.

It was quite a rude shock when it finally hit you, and that’s when the tears every night started to pay visits.

You sure as hell weren’t the one who had fucked up, destroying not one but two cars, illegally racing and crashing through the frame of a house waiting to be built. No, that was Sean. But as usual you also had to pay for his mistakes and so off to Tokyo you went with him, leaving behind your friends, your family and your car.

It wasn’t like your mother was expecting you to live here forever with Sean. After all you were almost nineteen and very much so capable of making your own decisions.

She had wanted you to go with him for the first month though, not wanting him to be completely alone with no one but your father there for him, and by painting it out to be some exotic holiday she had convinced you to tag along.

It was a mistake.

Sean had started coming home later and later every night, adjusting well to life in the city. You on the other hand, had absolutely no friends, and despised your days with every fiber of your being. You had begun marking days off your calendar, counting down eagerly for the month to be over and for you to return home.

“I hate it here.” You shoveled food into your mouth, standing with your back against the counter of the kitchen as Sean absentmindedly filled a glass of water. “Why did I choose to come with you?”

“How would I know?.” He mumbled under his breath, pulling his phone out of his pocket as it buzzed.

“You know if you hadn’t been so-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” He cut you off, rolling his eyes. “I get enough if that from Mom and Dad. Don’t need it from you too.”

His accent was far stronger than yours, and you mocked him, feeling defeated when he just rolled his eyes and turned back to his phone.

He read whatever was on the screen with a small smile on his face and nosily you leaned over, wanting to get a look.

“Fuck off.” He shoved your shoulder, still smiling.

“What’s got you looking all happy?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

He looked at you, a mischievous smile on his lips as you waited.

“How do you feel about going out tonight?”

【~~~】

Bodies crammed together in the parking garage, all surrounding the hundreds of cars parked in the lot. The immaculate paint jobs shined in the harsh neon lights, and most of them had their hoods up and their incredible engines on display, leaving your jaw on the ground every time.

You stuck close to Sean and Twinkie, feeling safer with your younger brother and his best friend. You felt intimidated by the gorgeous women who surrounded you, not that you were there to impress anyone. You were there for the cars.

The shitty 1990 Accord you had back in the states was nothing compared to the beasts that were parked in here.

You could feel vibrations in the ground, from the music and cars and it brought a small smile to your face as you walked through the swarm of people.

Sean’s eyes were scanning the crowd intently, clearly searching for someone.

He finally located who he was after and pulled you and Twinkie in the direction, his smile growing.

“There are some people I want you to meet.”

You were introduced to some faces you knew you wouldn’t remember, a gorgeous girl named Neela being one of the few you did.

You didn’t miss the way they looked at each other, or the way her boyfriend would possessively interrupt when you were talking to her, much to her dismay.

“And finally,” Sean said as you approached a man leaning back against his car, a small smirk on his face. “The one and only, Han.”

You flicked your eyes up to meet his, ignoring the way your breath slightly hitched in your throat.

He stuck his hand out to grasp yours, and you gripped it back with the same smirk he was wearing.

“Y/n.” You introduced yourself, not missing the way his eyes slowly traveled up and down your body. “I’m sorry about what my brother did to your car.”

His eyes returned to you, a smile on his face.

“It’s fine. Plenty of others sitting in that garage.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, his smile turning into a shy grin.

“Better keep Sean away from them then.” You teased, turning to your brother only to realize he had left.

You noticed him standing by Neela again, walking around her car while her boyfriend, Takashi, watched intently from afar.

“He’s in love. Has been since he saw her.” Han rolled his eyes, popping a chip into his mouth.

“Hard to see why he wouldn’t be.” You said. “She’s beautiful. Kind. Into cars.”

“And what about you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you kind? Into cars?” He asked, following your eyes to Sean and Neela.

“You forgot beautiful.” You said with a small laugh as you moved to stand next to him, leaning against the Mazda RX-7 behind you. You were praying to god it was his car, otherwise the lucky owner would probably get very, very pissed.

“Nah.” He turned his head and looked down at you. “Don’t need to ask you that to figure it out.”

A blush crept into your cheeks and you couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on your face.

“Well, usually when someone is kind they don’t run around telling others about it.” Your eyes met his again. “And I love cars.”

He grinned at you, and you turned your head to look back at Sean.

A part of you wanted to play hard to get, but the other part knew that even after only five seconds of talking to this man you were fucking done for and he knew that as well.

“And what about you?” You copied his earlier words, elaborating when you saw his confused face. “Are you kind? Into cars? Beautiful?”

“Beautiful?” He scoffed. “Sweetheart I’m a damn model.”

You let out a laugh, feeling yourself relax.

“I was kind enough to not beat your brother to death after he totaled my car.” Han joked. “And as for cars-” He gestured to the garage, full of stunning, high performance cars capable of stealing your heart in a matter of seconds. “-I probably wouldn’t be here if I didn’t like them.”

“Yeah I suppose that was obvious.” You let out a content sigh. This was the first time you had forgotten about your little countdown, and also the longest conversation you had had with someone who you weren’t related to.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, admiring the cars that surrounded you for a few minutes before he turned back to you again.

“What are you doing here Y/n?”

Your head turned to his, your eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, you think Sean doesn’t gush about his amazing older sister every chance he gets?” Han rolled his eyes at you like you were stupid.

“No. I find that very hard to believe.” You let out a small laugh. “And you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Sean told me that you were eighteen, turning nineteen in a few months time. No one is forcing you to be here, in Japan.” Han explained, his dark eyes staring into yours. “And yet here you are. Living in Tokyo, miserable, because your delinquent brother couldn’t stay out of trouble in the states. Why?”

Your mouth opened, then closed, then fell open again. You turned your head away from the piercing dark eyes and glanced at your brother.

“Because that guy who destroyed your car is my baby brother. He’s the closest family I’ve got.” You watched Sean as he spoke to Neela, hearts in his eyes. “Family stick together Han. I couldn’t let him just up and leave to a brand new country, with no one but our father there for him.”

Han watched the way you spoke, feeling a warmth across his chest.

“It’s my job to protect him and be there for him, and I don’t care if I’m miserable the whole time I’m doing it. I’m going to be there.”

His jaw almost dropped as your words hit him like bricks.

“You know,” He started. “You remind me of someone I used to go way back with.”

You scoffed light-heartedly.

“How old are you?”

He just grinned. “Too old for you.”

“Well luckily for you, my age is too young for me.” You said. Despite your tone being confident your body was completely betraying you, bracing itself for rejection.

Instead he just laughed and ran a hand through his hair.

Both of your heads snapped to the right as someone called his name, and you felt your heart fall when you realized that he was probably going to leave.

He sent a quick wave to the person who called out and pushed himself off the Mazda, gazing down at you.

“You know,” He started, a shy smile creeping onto his face. “If you ever get bored during the day you should come by the garage. I think I could make it worth your time.”

You let out a small laugh.

“We’ll see.”

【~~~】

“You made friends pretty fast.” Sean said teasingly as you entered the kitchen, your hair sticking up in all kinds of directions.

“Yeah and so did you apparently.” You sent a sarcastic smile back in his direction. “Pity she’s taken.”

The smile on his face dropped instantly and he went back to his breakfast, ignoring you.

After a few minutes of silence between the two of you he spoke up again.

“So are you gonna?”

You looked up from your phone and coffee, furrowing your brows.

“Am I gonna what?”

“Swing by Han’s garage?” He had a knowing smirk on his face. “He told me all about your little conversation.”

You just shrugged casually, not wanting to let him know how you really felt inside.

“Maybe, if I have the time.”

“All you have here is time.” He scoffed. “All you’ve done for the past few days is buy food, eat it, then sleep. You may as well.”

You let out a sigh and finished what was left of your drink.

“Yeah, and for your information Sean, it’s been great.”

“You know you wanna Y/n.” He teased, a grin on his face.

“How about this,” You started. “Let me know next time you head over there. Maybe I’ll tag along.”

“Sounds good to me.” Sean said. “Especially given that I’ll be there tonight.”

Your cool demeanor dropped and your eyes widened.

“Tonight?”

“That’s what I said.” He grinned. “I’ll be sure to let him know he can look forward to seeing you there with me.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you.” You whispered under your breath.

He just shrugged his shoulders.

“You’d be doing me a favor if it meant I’d never have to see your gross face again.”

“What are you? Five?” You asked.

“I’d say that’s about right.”

You just scoffed at him, heading back to your room.

Not that you’d ever admit it to Sean, but you were glad that he’d be heading over to the garage tonight.

You would definitely rather die than tell him that though.

【~~~】

You shut the car door behind you and stepped out into the cool evening air.

Sean had come by to pick you up after he had finished school, and you had been anxiously waiting all day.

Now you were finally here, and still very, very anxious.

“This doesn’t look like a garage to me.” You furrowed your brows, looking out at the water.

“That’s because it’s in there.” Sean pointed to the large brick building. “We’re gonna stay out the front, this is where Han’s been teaching me how to drift.”

“Oh.” You managed to get out, following your baby brother to a group of people who were all sitting down by stacks of tires.

All four faces were familiar, but you only remembered the names of two of them.

“Y/n.” Han greeted you, nodding his head with a smile as he casually held the bottle in his hand.

“Hi.” You smiled back at him, your nerves starting to melt away.

Sean gestured to the empty seat beside Han, and you took it.

The others tossed you friendly smiles which you returned, and Han looked up at Sean.

“Go get your sister a drink.” He said.

Sean did as he was asked, reaching into the cooler that had been brought along and handing you a bottle of something.

“Are you gonna have one?” You asked your brother as you opened it and took a small sip.

“Can’t drink and drive now, can I?” He smirked, digging his keys out of his pocket and heading back towards the Evo.

“Well that’s a first.” You scoffed, and you heard Han let out a small laugh beside you.

“I’m guessing the cowboy doesn’t wanna fuck up another one of Han’s cars.” Twinkie said, watching Sean as his climbed into the car and started it.

You looked over at Han.

“That’s your car?”

“Yep.” He nodded proudly, watching Sean as he started his usual route around the dock.

“How many more have you got hiding in that garage of yours?” You asked with a small laugh.

“You’ll have to come see for yourself.” He shrugged.

“Maybe.” You shrugged as well, missing the way Twinkie and the others looked back and forth at each other.

“You know,” Han started. “If you haven’t got any other plans tonight, I could take you out for a drive, grab some food. Maybe come back to the garage when everyone’s gone.” He said the last part quietly enough for only you to hear.

You looked over to Sean in the car, able to make out his face of concentration despite how far away you were from him. He wouldn’t miss you for one night.

“When do we leave?” You asked with a smile.

He grinned with a surprised laugh, and you could tell he had been expecting you to say no.

“Now, if that works for you.”

You looked back at Sean, wincing at the sound of the tires screaming against the road.

“Sounds good.”

【~~~】

The two of you had ended up getting cheap food from a side-of-the-road vendor, eating in silence in the car before making small talk about everything, from your life back in America to what kind of animals you thought you could take on in a fight.

You were laughing when you stumbled out of the RX-7 and into the cool night air, following Han into the garage which wasn’t that much warmer.

You didn’t know what you had expected when you walked into the garage, but it definitely wasn’t what you saw.

Han gestured for you to follow him up some stairs to an open second story, furnished with a small kitchen, table and chair, and living area.

“Wow.” You mumbled under your breath, realizing he must have some serious money to be able to afford all of this. Not to mention the cars in there, some of which cost more than your house, car and life savings combined.

“It’s my pride and joy.” He pointed towards the sofa, and you took a seat, sinking in to the plush material as he opened the fridge and called out to you. “You want a drink?”

“Yeah thanks.” You smiled, and he pulled out two of the same bottles you had been drinking from earlier.

He took a seat beside you, on the opposite edge of the relatively small sofa, and the two of you sat in silence for a moment, reflecting on your night, before you spoke up.

“Thank you.” You said quietly, and he looked at you in confusion. “For what you’re doing for Sean, I mean.”

“It’s not a problem.” He brushed it off. “He’s a good kid, the kinda person I want to be around.”

You let out a scoff.

“Well I wouldn’t go that far.”

He chuckled at you.

“Thank you.” He said, and this time it was your turn to be confused. “You might not realize it. but coming out here with Sean has made it so much easier for him. He probably won’t ever tell you, but he’s grateful as hell and crazy lucky to have you in his life.”

A small blush crept up onto your cheeks, and you almost didn’t notice as he crept closer towards you. Almost.

“Yeah well he’s also crazy lucky to have met you.” You said quietly, your eyes meeting his as the two of you drew closer and closer. “I am too.” You whispered.

“And why’s that?” He asked, his tone matching yours, and you swore the room got hotter by about twenty degrees.

“You’re kind,” You started, remembering back to last night when you met him. “Into cars.” You continued, and he nodded along, agreeing with you.

“You forgot beautiful.” He whispered, just inches from your face now, and you smiled cheekily.

“You’re a damn model sweetheart.”

He grinned, his eyes flicking down to your lips briefly and before you could realize what was happening his lips were on yours.

Your hands instinctively went to his hair, pulling him closer to you as you laid down flat on your back, feeling his hands roam up and down your body.

You felt butterflies erupt in your chest as your hands wandered from the back of his head, and so did your mind.

Sean’s face flashed in your mind and you inhaled sharply, pushing Han off of you and sitting up, breathing heavily.

“Shit.” You hissed, moving to the edge of the sofa and holding your head in your hands. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Han asked, also breathing heavily. His tone sounded confused, and guilt racked through your body. “I’m sorry.” His voice changed to apologetic. “I thought you wanted to.”

“I do.” You whined. “I want to, but I can’t. We can’t do this.”

“Why not?” He asked, placing a hand on your thigh.

“Sean.” You turned to look him in the eyes, and his face dropped.

“Shit.” He said.

“Shit.” You agreed.

The two of you sat in silence, still trying to catch your breaths, and trying to think of a way to fix the now incredibly awkward situation.

“I think I should leave.” You said, pushing yourself up off the sofa.

“Y/n don’t go.” Han protested. “It’s the middle of the night and you’ve been drinking. Neither of us can drive and I’m not going to let you walk home or get into a taxi with some creep.”

You let out a sigh, not letting him see how the fact that he cared that much made you all warm and fuzzy inside, or how the fact that it made you all warm and fuzzy inside made you want to gag.

“What do I do then?” You asked.

“Take my bed.” He nodded towards a door that you were assuming led to his bedroom. “I’ll take the sofa.”

“No way.” You protested. “This is your home Han, you aren’t sleeping on that tiny ass sofa. I can, it’s no problem.”

His eyes looked like he wanted to argue, but he kept his mouth shut.

“Ok. I’ll go grab you some blankets.”

“Thanks.” You smiled, laying down on the sofa.

It was undeniably comfortable, and you let your eyes close before Han returned, vaguely feeling him place a thick blanket over the top of you before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, leaving you with butterflies.

Your mind started to slip out of consciousness, and you let it, forgetting about how you were sleeping in Han’s garage, and planning on being out of there before he woke up the next morning.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years ago

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How To Get Away With Murder, Chapter 4

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: cheating, manipulation, smut, protected sex, unfaithful relationships, mentions of unprotected sex, toxic relationship.

"Cheyanne are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be, Bonnie," I whispered. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Bonnie had a look of pity across her face...and why wouldn't she. A week ago Frank and I had sex, but ever since we started working on Rebecca's defence Frank only paid attention to Laurel. Rebecca found out that she was planning on taking a job with her boyfriend Kan, and Frank found that out. Right this very moment he was on the porch of my mother's house, fucking her.

Yeah, he was having sex with her, on my mother's wrap around porch. Literally, they were right outside the door. Bonnie and I had opted to stay late, deciding that if we were going to pull the all-nighter, we would need another pot of coffee. That's when Laurel quietly murmured goodbye and past us. Frank, being the man who needed to feel wanted all the time, chased after her. I didn't even know he was still here. It wasn't until my dumbass went over to the door that I saw him push her against the railing, lift her up and start going at it. I didn't have the urge for coffee anymore.

But I did have the urge to get even with her, and I knew just how to do that. I opened my contacts, and messaged Kan.

'You busy?'

My cell phone buzzed back pretty quick.

'working a case. Got Chinese? Want to help me take a break ;'

'OMW'

Bonnie's cell phone rang, and she looked at it worriedly.

"What?"

"My guy at the medical examiner’s office" she whispered. She answered the phone without a second thought and I watched as her emotions changed. A few minutes later she hung up, “Shit…”

"What's wrong?" I asked. Her expression was one of pure pain.

"Lila was pregnant."

I paled, "What?"

"I have to go tell your mother."

"My father?"

"I'm so sorry, Chey, but I have to break this to Annalise before she gets wind of it some other way." she whispered, rushing up the stairs to my mother's bedroom to go talk with my parents.

I walked out the front door in a daze. Laurel made eye contact with me and she grinned, moaning even louder.

I didn't care. None of that mattered anymore. For all I cared, she could have Frank. Sam had cheated on mom, and knocked Lila up.

How could he?

I started walking. I didn't know where I was going, but I kept going until I reached my house. Only then did I realize that I'd walked a half mile back to my own place and I left my car at my parent's place.

I sat down on my steps, but I couldn't bring myself to unlock my door. My phone started to buzz, and I saw it was Kan.

"You coming over?" he asked as soon as I answered, “starting to get worried about whether you’re getting cold feet on me or not.”

I shook my head, "Sorry, my mom called me back to help work on the Stangard case. Maybe some other time?"

"Yeah, no problem. Laurel said she was on her way over a minute ago and I was going to cancel on her if you were on your way. Did you need her to come back to the office?"

Then my cell buzzed again. Frank's name flash across the screen. I hit the ignore button and walked around to the fence. Unlocking it, I walked into my back yard and laid down on the grass, staring up at the sky. It buzzed again and I answered without bothering to look at the name flashing across the screen.

"Cheyanne?" Kan asked.

"Oh, sorry. It's fine. I don’t need Laurel to come back. Raincheck on dinner though?"

"For you? Any day," he laughed, "I'll catch you later?"

"Mhmm." I nodded, hanging up. My phone buzzed two more times before I threw it haphazardly away from me. I heard the splash of it going into my pool, but it didn't matter.

"Cheyanne?" I raised my head just enough to see Frank closing the gate to my back yard. I didn't want to see him right now.

"Go away."

"No," he said coming over to me. He grabbed at my hands, but I fought him off, laying back down on the grass, "Come on Cheyanne. Get up."

"Get away from me." I said slapping his hands away from me once more. When that didn't work, I started kicking him, “I said get the fuck AWAY!”

"Fuck," he growled, finally stepping away from me, "What the hell is that for, Cheyanne?"

I sat up and slammed my hands down on the ground on either side of myself, before I tore my shoes off. Getting a good grip, I threw the first one, missing him. The second one caught him in his upper thigh.

"Shit!" he yelled, stepping away again, "You almost hit me square in the dick."

"GOOD," I yelled, getting up. He started coming closer to me but I kept backing up, "Stay away from me, you sick fuck."

"Why are you acting like this, Chey?"

"YOU JUST FUCKED ANOTHER GIRL," I practically screamed. The lights from the house next door to me turned on and I bit back on my anger, “how do you expect me to feel, Frank? You were fucking me last week and now you’re all over Laurel!”

"Chey, please can we go inside?"

"FUCK YOU!"

"Is everything okay over there?" My elderly neighbor asked from the other side of the fence. I nodded, waving my hand.

"I'm sorry Mr. Cortez, "I sighed, "he's my ex!"

The elderly man struggled to see in the dark before he realized that it was Frank and I arguing. It wasn't uncommon for him and I to do this. We'd gone back and forth for about five years now being an 'on/off relationship'.

Right after the semester started and he chose Laurel as his new flavor of the week I kicked him out of my house. Told him that if we weren't together, I wasn't going to deal with it. He always came back though. Up until her.

"It's a little late in the night to be starting her up, huh Frankie?" Mr. Cortez tried to joke. Frank gave a fake smile and nodded until he went back in his house.

"Let's go," he said, putting his hand on the small of my back to lead me to the house. I shrugged him off and went for my shoes, "where's your phone?"

"Pool," I said, shrugging it off. I walked up the back-porch steps and to the back door. I felt his body behind me as I unlocked it and let myself in. I grabbed the bottle of wine I opened yesterday and started towards my room, "Go back to your whore!"

"She's not a whore," he said, trying to defend her, "Come on, let’s put the wine down and go to bed, baby. You need to get some sleep."

"Yes, she is. She just fucked you, but she's going to Kan's right now to fuck him."

"No, she isn't."

“Yes she is, he just called me asking me to hookup, but I lied and said I was at mom’s working on the Stangard case. So he called her up.”

“That’s a bold lie, Chey.”

"Shut the hell up," I said once I made it to the top of the stairs. He pushed me by the small of my back until I reached my bedroom. I took a swig of the wine before he pried it from my hands. When he set it on my desk, he turned his attention back to me. "Go away."

"Chey," he said trying to put his hands low on my hips. I swung wildly, catching him right across the jaw.

"No," I said angrily through clenched teeth. He was holding his jaw from the floor, "I fucking love you Frank. And you go fuck some student you don't even know! Get the fuck out of my face. Get the fuck out of my house. Shit, get out of my life."

"Cheyanne, shut up," he yelled. I froze in my spot. Before I knew it the tears were welling up, and I saw regret pass his eyes. Without faltering, the tears were pouring down my cheeks and he pulled me close to his chest, "please don't cry. Come on Cheyanne. Don’t cry baby. I’m sorry, okay. I know I fucked up."

But I wasn’t crying over him and Laurel.

No, the only thing I could think of for some reason was my mom and dad. I wanted some relationship to be just like their picture perfect one, but even he had these dark secrets.

"She was pregnant, Frankie..."I cried into his chest. He stopped and pulled away from me so that he was looking me dead in the eyes, “she was pregnant.”

"What?"

"Lila was pregnant."

The look in his eyes told me something different.

"Che-"

I pulled away from him, horror in my eyes this time as I processed that his look wasn’t a surprised one, "you already knew that though, didn't you?"

"Cheyanne it's a long story."

"No, it's not," I said, putting my hand over my mouth, "Oh my god, Frank. You killed that girl, didn't you?"

"What?" He said, trying to falsify an outraged voice, "How could you even think that?"

"Frank, I can see it in your eyes," I said, the tears coming up once more, "Don't lie to me. Frank, did you kill Lila?"

He couldn't say anything.

“Frank!”

“Baby-“

“Tell me the truth…right fucking now, Frank!”

He just nodded.

Chapter 5

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outerbankies · 4 years ago

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new light part 3: break through — rafe cameron

new light series masterlist

summary: you and rafe are attached at the hip for the first few weeks of the summer, and he wants to ask you some things.

pairing: rafe x kook reader

warnings: swearing, drinking

a/n: hello to my lovely lil NL readers! reminder that this is not canon rafe. your feedback on this fic has made me so so SO happy. hope you enjoy this part 🖤

my writing

i wanna break through, i wanna know the real thing about you, so i can see you in a new light

Rafe had managed to time the boat ride perfectly. He picked you up in the Druthers while the sun was still high enough in the sky that by the time he anchored, the two of you were sitting huddled close to one another on the lower deck, and the setting sun had painted the sky with vibrant streaks of pink and orange. And it was set just enough that you didn't have to squint to look at him anymore, looking directly into his dark blue eyes without the barrier of your sunglasses. You had always missed these sunsets when you went off to school in another state, but you never guessed you'd be missing Rafe Cameron, too.

It's been a few weeks since the two of you'd gotten together, about a month of island car rides with Rafe's hand on your thigh, of sneaking him in through the garden gate after you were sure your parents had gone to sleep, of laying squished together in hammocks and spilling all of your secrets, anxieties, dreams, and fears to each other.

But one thing you'd never done is made it out on the Druthers—Rafe had been so excited when he finally got the okay from Ward. He picked you up five minutes early.

Your legs are splayed across his lap, his hand stroking the length of one of your shins. You'd originally been sitting with your legs stretched out up on the bench, when Rafe came and sat next to you, tugging on one of your ankles stubbornly until you were sat halfway on top of him.

“Y’know, you’re kind of a man-handler.”

“Wasted too much time.” Your echoed words embarrass you; you burrow into his shoulder while he laughs. “Oh, c'mon, sweetheart. I'm sorry.”

“You have to stop,” you say, pouting. He brought it up all the time, enjoying watching you squirm more and more every time.

“I'm just teasing.”

You level him with a threatening stare.

“Well since there’s such a pretty girl in my lap, asking so nicely...” he tapers off, because your lips meet his in an attempt to shut him up. You manage to distract him for awhile. He pulls back, letting you rest your head on his shoulder instead.

“Midsummers is in a few weeks.” He says it after a while, the vibration of his chest almost startling you a little.

“My mom already put it an order for my dress,” you sigh. “How do we always end up back here for that?”

“Wait, you already got it?”

You nod. “It takes a while to find the right one and get it altered, I came home months ago to visit the mainland and find one.”

“Well, wait. What color is it?”

“...like a light pink?”

“I’m just trying to—like with my tux, y’know,” he mumbles, gesturing to his chest, where a pocket square would reside.

“What do you mean? Are we—oh,” you breathe. “Rafe Cameron, are you asking me to go to Midsummers with you?”

He heaves a tortured sigh.

“I was going to ask you all properly, but I didn’t realize the dress thing was like a year long process—”

“Okay, that's dramatic, Rafe.”

“Yes, I’m asking you,” he finishes. He takes your hand then, stroking a thumb over your knuckles, looking up at you with those big blue eyes. “Will you be my date to Midsummers?”

You kiss him.

“Rafe, of course, I just—it’s kind of a big deal isn’t it? Sends a message,” you wonder.

“I mean, I kind of want it to,” he shrugs.

“Won’t people think we’re dating?”

“We are, aren’t we?”

“Yeah, I know, I know we are,” you nod.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“It’s just the kind of thing boyfriends and girlfriends do. Debut at Midsummers.”

Rafe takes a moment, not making eye contact with you as he looks out at the horizon.

“Your dress literally fucked everything up,” he says.

“Excuse me!” you squawk, pushing him in his chest.

“It did,” he groans. “I had it all planned. We’re already exclusive—I was literally going to ask you this weekend. And then I would’ve asked you to Midsummers the week after that. It better be the hottest goddamn dress I’ve ever seen because—”

“Rafe...” you say sympathetically. “I’m sorry.”

“Will you send me a picture? Sarah or Wheezie should be able to help me with the color scheme.”

“Of course,” you say, leaning into kiss him on his cheek. It's warm to the touch.

The two of you fall silent again for a bit as the boat gently rocks back and forth, and you can tell the light is getting to the point where you should head back in soon.

You climb off of his lap, starting to gather up the loose items and put them away, but a tug on your hand stops you.

“It’s coming, alright?” Rafe tells you, legs bracketing your own. “You’re still getting all that other stuff. Soon—before Midsummers.”

Ten minutes later, Rafe has to physically extract you from where you’re straddling his lap, laughing through your enthusiastic kisses and whined protests.

“C’mon, you wanna drive the boat?”

—

Tourist season was definitely in full swing, even this early in the summer. Topper had been swearing up a storm in the parking lot of your guys’ favorite beach every time some asshole in a minivan had swooped in on a spot at the last minute. “Someone else has to drive us back, because I need a fucking drink.”

You had to admit that this time of year in the Outer Banks was less than enjoyable, always overcrowded and annoying. But you still got to lounge on your tapestry with Kelce while you watched Rafe toss a football with Topper a few yards down the beach, so you weren’t complaining. As it got closer to the hottest point of the day, he’d shucked his shirt completely, his black swim trunks hanging low on his hips. You loved when he didn't wear gel. When had he started wearing that gold chain?

“You guys are disgusting.”

“Oh, shut up, Kelce,” you chastised, but you can barely hear yourself over the sounds of his fake wretches. “And what about you? Who’s the lucky touron of the week?”

“You’re so funny,” he says sarcastically, flicking some sand onto your legs. You flick some back at him, but the two of you settle down after a while, both enjoying the act of just laying in the sun in all day. “How’s it been though, with him?”

You glance back to where Rafe's diving to catch a bad pass from Topper, biting your bottom lip to keep from beaming when he apologizes to a mother and her child who were passing by.

“Honestly? It’s been so good,” you admit. “He said he wants to be official soon.”

“Wait, really?” Kelce has flipped over on to his stomach next to you, holding himself up on his elbows. “Like, official official?”

“Yeah? I mean—is that weird?” You pull yourself into a sitting position, snagging the long sleeve shirt Rafe had been wearing this morning and pulling it over your body.

“No, it’s just... I don’t know. We all go back to school in like, less than two months.” Kelce tries to soften the blow with a hushed tone, like he's afraid he'll spook you with the knowledge.

But you’d been trying to push that fact to the back of your mind ever since you realized you were into Rafe; like, really into Rafe. You two probably could not have picked schools that were further apart if you tried. Your university in California had to be at least a four and a half hour flight, at best, from where Rafe had enrolled in Georgia.

“Are you worried about it?” Kelce presses.

“I’ve been trying not to think about it. I think we both are,” you admit. It had never come up between you and Rafe, at least not as a serious conversation topic. Sometimes if either of you mentioned your impending senior years, there’d be an awkward moment of silence before one of you decided to change the subject.

“I think you guys would be great together, and you know I wouldn’t lie to you just because he’s my bro.” Which is true, Kelce had always looked out for you in that way. And you, him. If you think about it long enough, you can still feel the residual rage from when a pogue who worked at the Island Club had practically ripped Kelce’s heart out of his chest junior year. That had been a rough summer for your entire friend group. “But are you ready for that?”

It’s only been a few weeks now, but you can’t imagine leaving this summer behind you when you go back to school.

“I can’t imagine the alternative.”

Your roommate in college had tried the whole hometown boyfriend thing. It lasted exactly one semester before he came to visit; when she went to send him off in the dorm lobby, she came back to the room sobbing, telling you the inevitable had happened. There was a good crying session, one night of wallowing, and then a three day bender at several frat houses.

Call you crazy, but you can’t imagine anything like that happening to you. Not only can you not picture this thing you have going with Rafe crumbling so quickly, but you know the recovery process would be ten times harder than your roommate’s. Now that you had him, you can't believe you spent so long ever living without him.

“I didn’t mean to freak you out.” Your head snaps back to where Kelce had been talking to you before you got lost in your thoughts, building scenarios in your head of all the ways this could end—or not end.

“Fuck, I need a drink too,” you lament.

“It’s only June.” Kelce opens the cooler, tossing you a beer. “No harm in letting this thing run whatever course it runs. Right?”

But there is harm, you want to say. If the two of you couldn’t make it work beyond August, there absolutely is harm in letting yourself get too invested this summer.

Down by the water, you see Rafe and Topper are now meandering their way towards the two of you, signaling the need to wrap this up quick. Rafe’s laughing and pushing Topper around, only stopping when you catch sight of him.

“Right? No harm, Kelso.”

He doesn’t look convinced.

Rafe flops down on your tapestry, practically shoving his head into your lap. He’s gotten a little sun on his nose, even though you forced him to put on SPF 50 in the car this morning.

“Hi, baby,” he greets, reaching an arm back, a forefinger slipping under your bikini bottom string where it rests on your hip.

“Hi.”

“Come in the water with me?”

You lean down, craning your neck to kiss him on the lips, upside down because of how he’s laying. “Yeah, let’s go.”

And then he’s up again in an instant, barely giving you enough time to strip his shirt from your body again before dragging you toward the water, an arm around your waist lifting you off the ground easily once the water is up around both of your knees. He’s tossing you in, and scooping you back up in an instant, laughing while you yell.

Deep down you know that even if you wanted to nip this thing in the bud, you were past the point of not breaking your own heart by doing so.

“What're you thinking about?” he asks, once the two of you’ve settled out past the waves. Rafe is still able to stand at this point, holding your legs where they’re wrapped around his waist.

“Do you want to come to the mainland with me to pick up my dress tomorrow?”

“Can’t,” he groans. “I’m at the office with my dad tomorrow.”

“Boo, should’ve taken this summer off like me.”

“If I knew you’d be home all summer, believe me, I would’ve considered it. Not that he would've let me.”

“Do you wear a suit? And a tie?”

“Usually just a shirt and tie. Why?”

“Just trying to visualize.”

“I can send you a picture,” he teases. “And I expect one of your dress, by the way.”

“Or what if I stopped by after I’m done? Do you get a lunch break? I could bring your dad something too,” you offer.

Rafe glances down into the water, hands rubbing up and down the sides of your thighs.

“Or not,” you mumble.

“I’m sorry, Y/n/n. It’s just—”

“I get it,” you say, stroking the half wet hair at the base of his neck.

And you do, you do get it. You’d met each others’ parents plenty of times before, but never as each other’s significant others. Which you still weren’t, not technically.

“I just want it to be more formal. I don’t want him to think you’re just some girl dropping by the office.”

“I mean, I kinda am just some girl.”

“Uh, excuse you?”

“At least until you ask me,” you sing.

“I will dunk you in this water right now.”

“Wish I had a boyfriend to come save me from drowning.”

And he’s dunking you in, but he’s right there with you. He’s lucky he wore that stupid strap on his sunglasses so he doesn’t lose them, even if you teased him for it, tugging on the strap from the backseat of Topper’s Jeep on the way over.

You both break the surface, Rafe flicking his hair like a dog in your face.

“Where’s your boyfriend, huh? Where is he?”

“I wouldn’t know, because I don’t have one.”

“Soon,” he promises, again. “Soon. So you gonna go alone tomorrow?”

“Hmm,” you hum. “Maybe I can bribe Dylan with a trip to Patagonia.”

“That should do it. I’ll come over later?”

“I’m sorry, did I say I wanted to see you, or—”

“Oh, I’m just coming to see Wilbur. But he can’t open the door, so.”

You have to peck him on the lips, because he’s so darn cute, talking about your golden retriever. Willy loved Rafe, would seriously almost blow your cover because he got so excited every time Rafe snuck into your room, his nails tapping excitedly on the hardwood floor of your parents’ house. Rafe was no help at all, talking to him in the weirdest voices you’d ever heard, rolling around on the floor with him as soon as he came over.

“Maybe you should ask Wilbur to be your girlfriend.”

You’re underwater again.

—

Dylan had accompanied you to the mainland after all, insisting on that Patagonia trip, and wandering off by himself when you were getting your dress fitted. You were glad for that one though, you didn’t want to explain the reason you were taking so long in the dressing room was so you could get the best picture possible to send to Rafe Cameron. You knew your family could assume what was going on after Dylan’s grad party, but you were still waiting to reveal anything specific.

But Rafe never read the text, or even sent you the shirt and tie selfie he’d promised.

It’s almost 10pm by the time he finally texts you. On my way.

You feel weird he completely ignored the picture you sent, wondering if you had miscalculated and he wouldn’t like it nearly as much as you thought.

You let Wilbur follow you outside, spotting Rafe’s figure at the gate. It’s one of the colder nights the Outer Banks sees every summer, Rafe’s wearing a black flannel and jeans, his unkempt hair tucked underneath a baseball cap. He breaks into an easy grin when he sees you padding over in your little pajama set. Matching, of course. Rafe was coming over after all.

“Hey, sweetheart, sorry I’m late,” he greets, waiting in the shadows with his hands tucked in his pockets. Wilbur is hot on your heels, jumping up on the garden gate as soon as he spots Rafe. Rafe just pats him on the head, giving him a half-hearted ear scratch.

One of the backyard floodlights turns on when it detects your guys’ motion, Rafe’s features suddenly illuminated. He looks exhausted.

“It’s okay,” you say, pushing Willy down so you can open the gate for Rafe. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just tired.” You wrap your arms around his waist, and he kisses your forehead. “Long day.”

He’s relaxing in your hold immediately, melting against your body in a way you’d grown so familiar with recently. His hand comes to smooth down the hair on the back of your head.

“Do you wanna come in still?”

“‘Course,” he nods. “Wanna show me your dress?”

“Did you get my picture?”

He’s rubbing a hand over his eyes, still letting you hold onto his other one as you lead him towards the back patio. Wilbur hovers on the other side of him, nudging into his leg every now and then.

“No, I was slammed at work today. I’m sorry.”

The three of you pad quietly up the carpeted stairs, Willy immediately running to jump on your bed, laying in your usual spot so Rafe can lay on his other side.

“C’mon, let’s go up to the roof for a bit,” you say, already jimmying open your window. Rafe looks between you and your bed, cerulean puppy dog eyes rivaling Wilbur’s. “Just for a sec,” you promise. “The stars are out tonight.”

“They’re out every night.”

“Please?”

Five minutes later you’re settled on the sloped roof, Rafe’s arm holding you close to him as you both lay on your backs together. You’re pointing out as many constellations as you can remember while he hums noncommittally, pressing kisses into your hair. You can tell his mind is anywhere but here.

“My dad asked about you today.”

You have to resist the urge to roll over immediately, playing off the shock by grabbing his hand that’s resting on your collarbone, fiddling with his fingers.

“Yeah?” you ask, feigning indifference.

“I guess one of his friends saw us at that coffee shop the other day. He was just wondering about you. I haven’t really told him anything yet.”

“Nothing?” You didn’t mean for the words to come out sounding so meek, but the way Rafe looks at you tells you it hadn’t worked.

“I’m gonna explain something to you, okay?” He’s leaning up to rest on his elbow, body turned towards you now. A hand comes to rest on your jawline, his thumb brushing on your chin. “I know we aren’t even official yet, and this might kind of freak you out. But you have to know, so you understand.”

“Whatever it is, Rafe,” you nod. But your nerves are building.

“This is going to be my life, every single day, as soon as I graduate,” he begins. His gaze drops from yours from time to time as he gets lost in his thoughts, but they always come back to you. “Working for my dad. He’s not an easy man to please.”

Ward had been a frequent topic of discussion for the both of you in some of your deeper talks. You knew things were better than they used to be before you both left the Outer Banks, but still patchy. And they probably always would be.

“I’m twenty-one now, alright? And I know for some people that might seem like I’m still a kid. But it’s not like that for me. I need him to take me seriously.”

“Rafe, you work so hard. Look at you, bone tired right now. I’m sure he does,” you encourage.

“It’s not just that, Y/n/n.”

Your eyebrows furrow, and he leans down to press a long kiss into your hair.

“It’s not just what I do at work. It’s every aspect of my life.”

Oh.

“Do you mean me?”

He nods after a while, just the tiniest action he can muster. His teeth come to worry his bottom lip.

“So you don’t think he’ll take me seriously?” you wonder, voice coming out small. “Isn’t Sarah still dating a pogue?”

“No, no, nothing like that. We are in way better shape, trust me. Of course he’ll take you seriously, Y/n,” Rafe rushes. “That’s what I’m trying to get at here.”

“Rafe, I really don’t think I’m following right now.” You want to tell him to spit it out, but you’d always let Rafe handle spilling his guts to you however he saw fit. You didn’t want to rush him, not over something this important.

“Remember Mateo’s? When you said if I came to Dylan’s grad party, then I had to be sure?”

You nod, fond at the memory; standing in between his legs in the thrashed backyard, letting him whisper promises into your ear, planting kisses all the while.

“I’m asking you that now. I’m asking you to be sure.”

You could relate to the pressure placed upon you by your parents. Every kid in Figure 8 could. It was a blessing and a curse, having everything you could ever want at your finger tips from a very young age. The expectations that came with all of that. Societally, professionally. The pressure to act better than everyone else, look better than everyone else, be better than everyone else. You’d taken one step outside of the bubble wrap at eighteen, and never looked at your hometown the same way ever again. It was a double edged sword, to have money like this in Kildare. You never had to worry about things coming easily to you in life, as long as you didn’t step a toe out of line.

“And I mean like, sure sure,” he continues. “Like, beyond August sure?”

There it finally was, the first time either of you had said it out loud and confronted it head on.

“We can talk about that later, don’t worry,” he rushes. “But I won’t—I can’t bring you into all of this if it’s not going to work out. For my own pride, but for your sake too, sweetheart. He’s not... it’s going to be a lot.”

But you’d never been more sure.

“I can handle it.” His cheeks flush red, and you see the first genuine smile you’ve gotten from him all night.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agree, leaning up to kiss him. “Of course. I’ll be with you the entire time. And I’ve been training to be a perfect Figure 8 housewife my entire life.”

“I mean, if you want to,” he teases, and you push his chest hard enough that his head falls off his hand. “But seriously, Y/n/n.”

“I know, Rafe,” you assure. “I want this. Want you.”

—

Rafe toes off his shoes and flops onto your bed as soon as he’s back through the window, much to Willy’s delight. You’re kneeing up to join them when Rafe stops you with a firm hand to your hip.

“I was promised a fashion show.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re already stepping backwards to your closet. “Isn’t this bad luck? For you to see it before Midsummers?”

“That would be for a wedding.”

“I was told I could be a housewife,” you point out. You leave the door to your closet cracked while you change, hidden from his view but still able to talk to him and tell him about your day. You slip the silky dress onto your figure; your family’s seamstress has done a fantastic job.

“Y’know, your bedroom is a lot pinker than I always pictured it,” Rafe vocalizes from your bed.

“You pictured it?”

“Your bed is as exactly as comfortable as I’d imagine though.”

At the dress shop, the salesperson had helped you with the tie on the back of the dress. And you remember why now, because lacing up the back was impossible on your own, no matter how many different angles you tried. “Can you c’mere for a second?”

Rafe groans as he gets off the bed, still knocking on your closet door courteously. “Coming in.”

Your back is facing him, your hair brought over your shoulder in front of you so it won’t get caught in the ties on the back. His cheeks burn a bit, and he’s wiping his hands on his jeans before he approaches you.

“You can just do a bow,” you instruct, turning back to face your clothing rack.

“Yep, yeah, okay.” You feel his fingers fumbling with the strings, giving it a few tries, retying it tighter at your request, before he seems satisfied with his handiwork, moving your hair to fall behind your back for you. You turn around, pushing on his shoulders until he’s a few feet away from you, better able to see your entire dress.

“What d’you think?”

He’s silent for a while, hand covering his mouth. He removes it, takes in a breath like he’s about say something, shuts his mouth again. Honestly, the exact reaction you’d hoped for.

“You—wow. Uh, excuse me for a second? I just have to run to my truck.”

“What?”

“Be right back.” Rafe’s dashing out of your closet, in just his socks so he doesn’t make a sound in your house as he flies down the stairs.

“Rafe!” you whisper shout from your doorway. But he slips out the front door. You peer around the hallway to make sure nobody is awake and corral Wilbur back into your room, the both of you taking a seat on your bed. You can see that he left his phone and his shoes, so it’s not like he’s fleeing the scene. Wilbur lets out a growl when the front door opens again, and you can make out the faintest sound of crinkling paper and plastic, and a gasped “ow” as you hear Rafe knock into the banister.

He appears in your doorway again, one hand behind his back and looking like he’s out of breath. He shuts your bedroom door, straightens out his flannel, takes off his hat and sets it on your dresser, slicking back his unruly hair as best he can with one hand.

“What are you doing?”

He presents a gigantic bouquet, what he must have ran out to his truck for.

“Y/n/n, will you be my girlfriend?”

You're stunned into silence, looking from the flowers to his face. They must have been sitting in his truck all night.

“I just wanted you to be sure first,” he clarifies, stepping closer to you. You’re standing again, taking the flowers out of his hands as soon as they’re within reach. They’re beautiful. Your favorites.

This boy was begging you to love him, and you were just about getting there.

“Long game, Cameron. Remember?”

You set the flowers down on your dresser, melting into his arms once more.

“So yes?”

“Yes,” you roll your eyes, meeting his lips for a kiss. “Were you just going to let them wilt in your car all night?”

“I would’ve got you a fresh batch tomorrow—still will—but. Didn’t account for this dress.”

“Oh, it was the dress, huh?”

“The dress,” he emphasizes, the hand on your lower back trailing up to where the ties are. “And every other dress you have.” He slides his hand under the knot, toying with it for a second. He finally tugs on one of the ends until it starts to unravel.

“Rafe! Not with Wilbur here.”

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ragingbookdragon · 4 years ago

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The Daughter Of Superman, The Adopted Son Of Batman...What Could Go Wrong? PT. 1

Jason Todd x Kryptonian!Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.8K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I totally forgot about this one! If you like how cute and fluffy it is, just wait for PT. 2! It gets angsty >:) -Thorne

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They were pretty lazy teenagers when they weren’t busy saving the world with super speed, strength, and smarts. Even if their textbooks were spread all over his bed they were still too lazy to actually do their homework, instead scrolling through social media apps and trolling all the citizens of San Francisco about the identities of the Young Justice Team.

She glanced up from the advanced calculus textbook and stared at the boy laying across her thighs. “Tim, isn’t your dad hosting a gala this weekend?” he hummed in response, and she asked, “Are we allowed to come?”

He didn’t bother looking up from the tablet he was tapping at and nodded. “Yeah. Bruce already added your names to the list, (Y/N).” a flicker of a smile came over his lips and he added, “Of course I had to wear him down in order to get Bart on the list.”

She looked over at their speedster and grinned. “I’m kinda surprised Bruce actually let you on the list Bart.”

A shocked expression etched across his face and he questioned, “Why do you say that?”

(Y/N) shifted Tim’s head, smiling as he grunted from being moved, and rose from the bed, walking over to the minifridge. She pulled out a soda before jumping back on the bed. “Because between you, Tim, Conner, and me, you’re the one who gets us into the most trouble.” She shifted Tim’s head back into her lap, petting his hair until he smiled.

“I do not!”

“Oh really? Do you remember prom night? It’s been almost two years and they stillcall us and talk about the absolute mess we—well, you caused.”

“That cake wasn’t there when I started running, I swear!” he pointed at Tim. “Tim it wasn’t! You know that!”

The others cackled at his protest, and (Y/N) glanced at Conner. “You gonna bring M’Gann?”

A faint pink tinged his cheeks, and he shifted his gaze down at his physics textbook. “Uh…maybe.”

(Y/N) leaned forward, poking his cheek. “Your heart’s beating pretty fast, little brother.”

He swatted her hand and glared at her. “Shove off.”

She snorted and glanced at Tim. “What about you, Timbers? You going to go with Stephanie?”

“Steph and I aren’t dating anymore, (Y/N).”

“For now. But you two like each other.” She smiled and singsonged, “She’s your first love~”

“What about you?” Tim scowled. “Who’s your date?”

She grunted at him and laid flat in the bed, Bart’s legs under her back. “Are you kidding me? You know my dad won’t let me get a boyfriend, let alone a date to a gala for a night.”

“You’re nineteen, (Y/N). I think you’re allowed to start dating.”

“And my parents help pay for part of my utilities. Does it look like I’m going to do anything to tip that delicate balance of not having to pay for all that?” she sighed. “Dad’s always been that way when it comes to me.”

“Daddy’s little girl.” Conner grinned.

(Y/N) grunted and reached over, shoving Conner off the bed. “Don’t call me that. I am not a daddy’s girl.”

The others laughed at her and Tim quipped, “Yes, you are. You two go on father-daughter dates every month and take pictures to show everyone.” She glared at him and he smiled, continuing, “Maybe we can find a date for you at the gala.”

“You can try. But mom and dad are going to be there. If dad sees me with a boy, he’s liable to lose his mind.” The others laughed again, and (Y/N) rested her head down on Bart’s lap. “I need a dress, Timmy.”

He glanced over at her and tapped a few buttons before showing her the screen. “How does this look?”

(Y/N) took the tablet from him and looked over it, taking in the image of the navy-blue dress. “I like the color, but this is a Cinderella dress. Give me something not as…poofy.” He nodded and took the tablet back, tapped on it, then handed it back to her. “Hmm…too booby.” The other two boys giggled at her answer and Tim sighed, taking the tablet again.

He handed it back to her once more and she looked at the dress. “Mermaid silhouette…sheer side…strappy back…” She glanced up at Tim and nodded. “Got a pair of shoes to match?” He hummed and she grinned. “Then I’ll take it. Thanks Timbers.” He nodded once more, and she nudged Bart. “Oi Allen.”

“What?”

“Don’t run into the cake at the gala, okay? It’ll probably cost more than you.”

“It was an accident! Stop bringing it up!” The others simply laughed at him.

***At The Kent Farm***

“Mom! Dad! Jon! I’m home!” She shut the door behind her and turned, catching Jon who’d launched himself at her. “Kid you’re getting too big to do that.” He laughed at her and she let him down, ruffling his hair. “Where’s mom and dad?”

“Out back with Krypto.” He tugged on her sweatshirt. “Did you bring me anything from the tower, sissy? Did ya? Did ya?”

(Y/N) snorted and rummaged in her pocket, pulling out one of Tim’s crimson shurikens. “Tim gave this to me to give to you.” She handed it to him but held it when he reached for it, “Do not,” she warned firmly, “cut yourself with this or mom and dad will make you give it back after they finish tearing me a new one for giving it to you.”

“I won’t!” he promised and she watched his eyes light up in wonder when he took it. She ruffled his hair once more before walking towards the backdoor.

She stepped outside and saw her dad throwing a ball with Krypto, her mom watching from the back porch; she walked over and leaned down, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Hey, mom.”

Lois glanced up at her and smiled. “Hey, sweetheart. You’re home early.”

(Y/N) nodded, sitting down beside her. “School let out for the week, and we didn’t have any missions from the Justice League, so I figured I’d spend a few days here instead of cooped up in the tower.”

“I’m glad you decided to come home, hon. It’s always nice when you come back.”

She looked up and saw Clark walking towards her. “Hey, dad.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Hey sweetheart, how were the boys?”

“They’re good. We did our usual thing.”

Clark sat on her other side. “Collapse on Tim’s bed and lay around like lethargic teenagers?”

(Y/N) snorted and shoved his shoulder lightly. “We were productive young adults. We finished over-break assignments and reports. Well…mostly. Still got that thirty page physics paper I have to write but…I’ll let that stew awhile.”

He chuckled. “Anything else happen today?”

“Talked about the gala this weekend.” She paused. “You guys are coming too, right?” They nodded and (Y/N) laid back on the porch, pulling out her phone. “Ugh…I remember how badly the Wi-Fi sucked out here. I don’t have any service at all.” She looked at her mom. “I don’t how a journalist like you manages to live in the middle of nowhere like this and still stay sane.”

Lois snorted and thumped her leg. “It’s called satellite service. Now c’mon, let��s go inside. Dinner should be done by now.” (Y/N) rose from the porch and they all began walking in when the sound and feel of rushing air came over them. She and Clark immediately spun, ready to defend themselves when they saw Conner hovering in the sky.

His eyebrows were drawn in slight concern. “(Y/N)! We need you!”

She nodded, shucking off her sweatshirt and pants, revealing the blue suit underneath. The crimson cape billowed around her and she glanced up at him. “What’s the situation?”

“We’ve got simultaneous bank robberies all over SF. Bart and Tim are already on the first few. I came to get you.”

(Y/N) turned to her parents. “Rain check on dinner guys.” She turned in the direction of San Fransisco, eyes darting wildly as she viewed her teammates positions. After a second, she nodded. “I’ve got em, Bart’s on the east, Tim’s on south. You take north and I’ll take west.”

He nodded and she shot up from the ground. They were almost in San Francisco when her father’s voice reached her. “Be careful, (Y/N).”

She curled her fists when the bank doors came into view and responded, “Always am, dad.”

***

“The dress looks fine, (Y/N).”

She glanced up at Tim who was smiling at her; she let out a sigh, letting go of the side strap she’d been tugging, still semi-uncomfortable with how it fit. “I know it does. But I feel like it’s still a little…grown up for me. I’ve never had a dress this open in the back or the sides since…ever.” The boys laughed and she smiled at Bart and Conner. “I forgot how well you two cleaned up.”

Bart pulled at both sides of the bowtie and winked at her, while Conner merely grunted, “I still hate tuxedos.”

“You’re definitely going to hate the long hours of your wedding then.” They laughed once more, and the car pulled around the venue.

Tim looked at them and grinned. “Show time, lady and gents.” They followed him out of the limo, grinning at the cameras as they walked inside.

Immediately, the view made her eyes go wide and she gaped. “Damn…this place is…really big.”

Tim shrugged nonchalantly, “I dunno, the ballroom in Wayne manor is bigger, but definitely more expensive.”

Bart shook his head. “Tim, my dude…we live on minimum wage not a billionaire’s salary.” (Y/N) and Conner simply nodded, still dumbfounded at the sheer size.

Tim rolled his eyes and looked around. “There’s Bruce and the others.”

She glanced in the direction he was looking and she saw her parents with Bruce. “Looks like mom and dad are busy chatting.” The others nodded and she turned to Tim. “What exactly are we supposed to do at a gala?”

“Have fun?” (Y/N) heaved a sigh and stared at him until he said, “You dance and drink and eat. That’s all you do.” He waved his hands. “Go knock yourselves out.”

They started to fan out when (Y/N) called out to them. “Wait!” They paused, turning back around. “We should go talk to Bruce and tell him thanks for inviting us.” They nodded and followed Tim over to Bruce.

He saw them coming and turned, holding out his hand to her. “Good to see you, (Y/N). You look wonderful this evening.”

Her cheeks warmed at the compliment and she smiled, giving his hand a firm shake. “It’s good to see you too, Mister Wayne, you don’t look too bad yourself. Thank you for inviting us to the gala.” The others shook his hand, and she turned to her parents. “Hey mom, dad.”

Lois walked around her and squealed, “You look so beautiful!”

(Y/N) cleared her throat, feeling her cheeks warm as the others smiled in her direction. “Mom…chill out, you’re embarrassing me.” She merely laughed but stepped back over to Clark’s side and (Y/N) looked around. “Bart have you—and he’s already at the buffet table.” Snickers sounded behind her and she sighed. “I’m going to make sure that the bottomless pit doesn’t devour all your food before your guests can eat, Mister Wayne.”

They watched her walk off and when she got over to the table Bart was standing in front of, she saw him shoving food in his mouth. “Oh my god…Bart, what are you doing?”

He turned to her, and swallowed, a sheepish smile crossing his face. “I haven’t eaten anything today,” he licked his thumb clean. “I’m hungry.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and sighed. “Just try not to eat your fingers, would you?”

He snorted and pointed to an appetizer. “You should try the pigs-in-a-blanket. They’ve got this sauce on top that’s just—.”

A low voice cut him off. “They have pigs-in-a-blanket! What!” They turned to see a young man a couple years older than them reaching over. “The old man’s never had something this plain at a gala.” He popped one in his mouth, then turned to them. “You’re Timberly’s friends, right?”

They nodded and (Y/N) gazed, something about him tugging at her mind. “I know you from somewhere.” She stared into his teal eyes and suddenly she remembered where she knew him from; she’d never forget those teal eyes and how angry they’d been. “You’re Jason Todd, aren’t you? Bruce’s second son.”

He grinned. “That’s me. Have you and I met before? I have to agree with you, because you look really familiar.”

(Y/N) glared at him and crossed her arms, spitting. “We met in the Hall of Fallen Titans three years ago.”

Jason’s eyes briefly widened, before they narrowed in amusement. “You’re the one who threw me out the third story window after I kicked Timber’s ass.” He chuckled. “You don’t have to worry about all that, doll. Timmy and I are good now. You can ask the speedster about it.”

She continued to glower at him until Bart leaned over, propping his chin on her shoulder. “He’s telling the truth, (Y/N). Tim told me a while back that he and Jason are brothers now.”

Jason nodded and she finally stopped glaring at him. “Just so you know Jason, I can still throw people out windows.”

He smiled and held out a hand, watching her place hers in it; he brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, doll.”

Bart poked her side and grinned. “I’m gonna go see Tim and Conner. I’ll leave you two alone.”

He wandered off and (Y/N) pulled her hand back. “So, why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

Jason chuckled. “Oh, I was. I got better. We just made up a story about me getting lost, yadda yadda yadda, I’m not important.” He propped his elbow on the wall above her and grinned. “But what is important, is how pretty you look in your dress.”

(Y/N) cocked a brow. “Is that supposed to flatter me?”

“Is it not?”

“It could be a little better.”

He laughed and she found herself smiling along with him. He nodded towards the balcony. “Wanna get some air?”

She nodded, and they walked out into the night. (Y/N) gazed up at the stars and sighed in wonder. “There’s billions of them out there…I’ve never tried to leave earth and go search for them on my own.”

Jason leaned on the railing and gazed at her. “How come?”

(Y/N) shrugged, leaning against the railing too. “Dad’s full Kryptonian…me and Jon are, to use a less than favorable term, half-breeds.” She paused. “I’m not sure if I would survive like dad does out in space.”

“Won’t know ‘til you try.”

She huffed a laugh and looked at him. “If I’m wrong, I might die.”

“And if you try and you’re right, you won’t be dead.”

She shook her head at him, a smile playing at her lips. “You’ve got answers to everything, don’t you, Jason?”

He grinned at her. “I find that being sharp and witty helps with the crowds, doll.” The music sounded from inside the ballroom, and he stepped back, offering her a hand. “May I have this dance?”

(Y/N) rested her hand in his, feeling him pull her close, his other hand resting on her lower back; it was warm against her open skin and she cleared her throat. “I should warn you, I can’t dance to save my life.”

A cocky smirk crossed his lips and he leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “I can take the lead, doll…all you have to do is give it to me.”

“Your flirtations need work too.”

Jason chuckled in her ear, making her shiver as he pulled back. “I don’t think they do.”

“Arrogance isn’t attractive, Jason.”

“Mhm.”

“It isn’t.”

“I heard you the first time, doll.” As they swayed to the music, he asked, “So, how’d you and Nerd-bird become friends?”

“We met through Conner.”

“The clone?”

“My brother.”

“Sorry.”

“He introduced the two of us, and we’ve been friends ever since.”

“Only friends? Nothing more?”

It was (Y/N)’s turn to smirk and she looked at him. “Are you asking because you want to know if there’s competition?”

He stopped moving and they stood still, her in his arms. “Just want to know if there’s anyone between me and first place.”

She huffed a laugh. “God, you’re something else.” Her eyes found his and she asked, “Do you want to get out of here?”

Jason nodded and stepped back, holding out his hand. “Where do you want to go?”

(Y/N) smirked and stepped forward, closing the distance he’d created, and wrapped an arm around his waist. His teal eyes widened, and she looked back at the party; no one noticed them, and she turned back to face him, “Up, up, and away.” They flew upwards, and she felt him latch onto her. “Why are you acting like I’m going to drop you, Jason?”

He made a waring noise in his throat. “I have a friend who’s an Amazon, and she is…very fond of throwing and dropping me.”

(Y/N) giggled. “Sounds like we’d get along spectacularly. She likes dropping you…I like throwing you out of windows…”

“That was one time. And you caught me when I was off-guard.”

“Uh huh, sure. You got your ass kicked by a sixteen-year-old and I think you’re just bitter.”

He grumbled at her. “Rub it in, why don’t you, doll.” She laughed and lowered them down; their feet hit the roof and he looked at it. “Wayne Enterprises? Why?”

She shrugged. “Cool tower…nice view.” She took a seat on the ledge, listening to him sit beside her.

He leaned over. “Almost romantic…don’t you think?”

(Y/N) eyed him, seeing a goofy smile on his face; she snorted, shoving him lightly. “You’re cheesy.”

“So I’ve been told.”

She glanced back at the water. “You know if this goes anywhere, my dad and your dad aren’t going to be happy.”

Jason snorted, nonchalantly replying, “Doll, there’s a few things I’m afraid of in life. Superman and Batman…are not those things.”

“Is that arrogance or confidence I hear coming through?”

He shrugged. “Probably a bit of both.”

(Y/N) smiled, then she felt his hand rest on hers, letting him link their fingers; she turned her face to him. “Is this the part where you tell me I’m beautiful and ask to kiss me?”

Jason grinned. “No, this is actually the part where I tell you you’re drop dead gorgeous…can I kiss you?”

She giggled, leaning in, and just before his lips brushed hers, she whispered, “You know I can kick your ass, right?”

He groaned. “Should I mention that strong women really do wonders to me?”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and brought her free hand up, curling in his shirt. “Shut up and kiss me, Jason.”

“With pleasure.” His lips met hers, and she felt him bring his hand up, cupping her cheek. She pulled back ever-so-slightly, but he chased her, pressing his lips to hers again. He let go of her hand and brought his other hand up. He lowered her down until (Y/N)’s back was flat against the ledge; the chill from the stone made her arch her back off it, and press into his chest.

Jason pulled away slightly and smirked at her. “Cold?”

She rolled her eyes at him. “If you want to keep making out, jokes aren’t going to do the job.” He snorted at her and leaned forward again, intent on kissing her senseless when someone cleared their throat, startling them.

They sat up quick as lightning, turning in the direction of the sound. “I wondered where my daughter had flown off to.”

“Oh my god,” she hissed and covered her face with her hands. “Dad. C’mon…seriously?” Clark stepped onto the ledge and walked towards them.

Jason leaned down, whispering, “Is he going to throw me off the ledge?”

This made her giggle despite trying not to and she shoved him. “Shut up, Jason.”

He grinned at her and rose from his position, standing in front of her father. “Mister Kent.”

“That’s my daughter.”

“Oh, I know it is. I still remember how she threw me out of a building a few years ago. I get teary thinking about it.”

The corner of Clarks mouth rose, but then dipped back down, and (Y/N) stood up. “Dad, I’m nineteen. This whole, ‘daddy’s little girl can’t date’ bit, is getting old.” A hurt look crossed his face and she stepped forward, taking his hand. “To you, I’ll always be your little girl, dad. But sooner or later you’ve gotta come to grips with me dating and having…mature relationships.”

Clark held her gaze, then glanced at Jason who grinned and gave a thumbs up. “Does it have to be one of his kids? I mean if it’s going to be, I like Tim.”

“Ew, gross. Tim’s my best friend.”

“What about Dick?”

“Nice butt, but he and Kori are dating.” She paused and smiled at him. “The only one left is Jason, dad.”

Clark eyed Jason once more, then Jason offered, “If it makes you feel any better, I’m slightly afraid of your daughter.”

He sighed. “Thank you, Jason. I can tell.” Turning to her, he cupped her cheek. “It feels like yesterday I was bringing you home for the first time.”

“Dad…stop…we don’t need sentimentality right now.”

Clark hummed and smiled at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead; he turned to Jason and leveled him with a hard look. “I don’t think I need to warn you about what happens if you make her sad.”

Jason gave him a mock salute. “Chances are I’ll be in ICU after I was thrown out a building.”

“Oh my god. Let that go.”

They laughed, and Clark rose from the rooftop. “I’ll need to get back to the party. Don’t do anything crazy.”

They waved him off and (Y/N) turned to Jason. “Do you want to get something to eat?”

He nodded. “There’s a pizza shop down the block from here.”

“Sounds great.” (Y/N) rose a few feet off the roof when she heard a cough behind her.

She spun around and looked down at Jason. “Doll…I don’t know if you know this…but I can’t fly.”

“Whoops. My bad.” She lowered back onto the rooftop and held out her arm.

He walked into it and wrapped an arm around her waist, then tipped his head to her. “Up, up, and away.”

(Y/N) snorted as she rose. “You’re still cheesy, Jason.”

The grip on her waist tightened as he murmured, “I know.”

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dreamwritesimagines · 4 years ago

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Twisted 22 - Red Right Hand [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! Here’s the next chapter, I hope you will like it as well, and please let me know what you think of it! ❤❤ Ily, kisses! ❤❤❤

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Murder, serial killers, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex, drinking, smoking, blood, nightmares.

Word Count: 4000

Summary: Anyone can be a suspect.

When you woke up, the first thing you realized before even opening your eyes was that you weren’t in your bed.

Your bed was softer than this, the sheets were silk and the pillows were fluffier-

Spencer.

You were sleeping in Spencer’s bed, and in all honesty, both he and you were terrible at this break up thing.

You rubbed your eyes and sat up in bed, trying pull yourself together and get rid of the haze of the sleep. Judging by the state of the bed, it was very obvious that Spencer hadn’t slept there and the clattering of plates coming from the kitchen let you know that he was already awake. You yawned, stretching out and kicked off the covers before you quickly made the bed and stepped back to see if it looked good.

Well, it looked acceptable at least.

You shrugged to yourself and stepped out of the room to approach where the noises were coming from, then leaned sideways on the door frame, a smile warming your face when Spencer turned his head to look at you.

“Morning.”

“Hi there,” you said, your voice still raspy because of sleep, “What are you making?”

“Um- I realized I just had coffee and not much of anything else,” Spencer said, “Unless you like leftover Chinese.”

“My favorite breakfast.”

“So grilled cheese sandwich?”

“Oh man, you don’t want to share your leftover Chinese?” you curled your lips, “I guess grilled cheese sandwich could be breakfast too.”

He chuckled and put the sandwiches on the plates, so you grabbed them and went to the living room to sit on the couch, Spencer following you with two cups of coffee.

“Jesus Spencer, you didn’t have to sleep here,” you motioned at the blanket, “You’re taller than the couch.”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind.”

You shifted your weight and picked at the toast before nibbling on the piece,

“How did you sleep?” he asked and you chewed on your bite.

“Like a rock,” you said, “I got like four hours, do you know what that is? A miracle.”

He thought for a moment before he walked to the table to pull open a drawer as you grabbed your cigarette package,

“Do you mind if I smoke here?”

“I do actually.”

You looked down at the package in your hand, then put it back into your purse as he walked back to the couch, clearing his throat.

“So I was thinking,” he said, “The um-the next time it gets too much for you, even though I’m on a case away from the city, if you ever need to get away from your place…” he reached out and put what looked to be a spare key to his apartment on the coffee table and you stared at it for a couple of seconds, your heart skipping a beat.

“Professor,” you managed to say when you pulled yourself together and tried to ignore the spark of hope, “I say this with the best intentions, but we really do suck at this whole break up thing.”

“We’re not so bad-“

“We’re literally the worst ex couple I’ve ever seen. You take your key back from your exes, not give them one.”

“But it’s not like that,” he said quickly, “It’s so that you can drop by when I’m not here if you want to.”

You were melting, and he wasn’t even aware of it.

“Spencer…” you tried to stop the smile warming your face and pursed your lips, “I can’t.”

He pulled his brows together, his soft gaze on you almost confused, “Why not?”

You heaved a sigh and reached out to wrap your fingers over the back of his hand, the spark of electricity shooting through your whole system. Your body didn’t care about the break up as much as your mind did, that was clear. Even now, even after everything, even if you knew it was wrong, the only thing you absolutely craved for was to be closer to him, however you could be.

“Trust me,” you said, “The only thing it’ll do is to give me hope, and I can’t have that. Besides, who knows? Yet another friend of Luke’s might disagree with this decision if you ever end up not talking about your ex during the first date.”

He let out a small chuckle, “That’s not happening, you know it as much as I do.”

You scrunched up your nose, “My point about being terrible exes,” you started, but before you could say anything else, your phone started vibrating. You looked around and grabbed it, then took it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Finally!” Mina’s voice reached you, “Why can’t anyone reach you? Mom called you like a hundred times.”

“I was busy.”

“Doing what? Your assistant said you didn’t show up yet.”

“What happened?” you asked back and she heaved a sigh.

“Mom wanted me to ask if you want them to send you a car for tonight.”

“Why would I-“ you started and then it dawned on you and you threw your head back, “Charity auction.”

“The one that we told you like a month ago, and your assistant already put it in your schedule. You know, the whole point of having that is checking it sometimes right?”

“I wanted to erase it from my mind, probably that’s why,” you grumbled.

“Well you’re coming. I’ll actually kill you if you bail on me, we’re all going to be there.”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, whenever we go somewhere like this, mom socializes, you and Kenz hook up in the bathroom, I’m the only one who doesn’t have fun in these things! I’m allowed to-“

“I’m literally running to a meeting on stilettos so I don’t have time to feel sorry for you but I’ll put it in my schedule if you want,” she said, “Unlike you, I check mine. No car then?”

“I’ll drive there myself.”

“Suit yourself. Cry beforehand if you’re going to be in this mood for the whole night, will you? You don’t look good with smudged makeup.”

“Fuck you Mina.”

“Love you too brat!” she sang and hung up, and you huffed out a breath.

“Charity auction?” Spencer asked, “Rossi was talking about that too.”

Your head shot up, “Wait, you will be there?” you asked, the grumpiness leaving you instantly and he shrugged his shoulders.

“A part of the team will. We don’t know yet.”

“I hope they pick you to be there.”

He tilted his head, “Why?”

You bit inside your cheek, still trying to fight the urge to be closer to him before you took a deep breath.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, “Maybe I wouldn’t hate tonight that much if you were there.”

***

Having breakfast with Spencer was a perfect way to start the day, that was for sure, but you couldn’t say the same for the rest of the day. Much like Mina, you spent the whole day running from meeting to meeting, and by the time you got home to get ready for the night, you were already way too tired.

But as you found out, a good night’s sleep made wonders, so even if you were tired, you weren’t as drowsy as before.

Special thanks to Spencer, for that one.

You did your make up and your hair before getting into the gown and you looked in the mirror, smoothing over the fabric. You turned around to see whether the long skirt looked good at all the angles but then your phone started vibrating on the bed and you grabbed it to answer it.

“Hi Linc,” you put him on speaker as you opened the drawer to pick a necklace, “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check whether you’re going to pretend you’re sick to get out of it,” he said and you chuckled.

“Good idea, I’ll use it the next time,” you clasped the necklace behind your neck and fixed your hair, “And no. Unfortunately I’ll be there.”

“Come on Y/N, we’ll have fun.”

“I don’t think so.”

“We’ll have alcohol, you like alcohol.”

“That’s the only way I can stand these things,” you murmured, “How about you? Are you sure you haven’t changed your mind about coming?”

“Are you kidding? Watching you sulk is like a hobby of mine at this point, I made my peace with it.”

“I don’t sulk!”

“Yeah you do,” he chuckled, “I’ll see you there okay?”

“Yeah yeah, see you,” you murmured and hung up, then grabbed your coat and left your apartment. You got into your car, turned the music on, and started driving.

It took you almost an hour to get there because of the traffic. You handed your keys to the valet, thanked him and started climbing the marble stairs but as soon as you looked down at your phone you felt someone crashing into you.

“Ugh!” the woman let out a furious breath but still kept talking on the phone, “I said I don’t want them blue, I want them green! What are you, an idiot? I don’t have time for this…”

“Apology not accepted asshole,” you murmured to yourself and kept climbing the stairs.

“Good evening ma’am.”

“Good evening,” you smiled at the man by the door and stepped inside to walk through the huge foyer until you reached the hall. You looked around as soon as you reached the table surrounded by empty chairs and stopped one of the waitresses.

“Excuse me,” you smiled at her, “Hi, is this the table number one?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Thank you,” you said and heaved a sigh as she walked away, “How am I the first one here God damn it?”

You checked the time on your phone before making your way out of the hall and went outside again so that you could smoke a cigarette or two until everyone got there. There was no way you would sit there alone, you already didn’t like this evening and that would make it even worse. You leaned back to one of the pillars, lighting a cigarette and exhaling the smoke up into the dark sky, watching the people entering and leaving the building.

You heaved a sigh after minutes passed and you lit your third cigarette, sending Mina yet another text in all caps but then you heard someone clear their throat so you looked up from your phone and your heart started pacing in your chest, a wide smile pulling at your lips before you could stop it.

“Professor,” you managed to say and Spencer ran a hand through his hair as if he wanted to make sure it looked good, “Well this is a nice surprise. Came to save the damsel in distress?”

He pulled his brows together, “I doubt you fall under that category.”

You scrunched up your nose, “You have a point. I’m probably the big bad wolf in a dress.”

“I mean it’s a pretty dress,” he murmured before stealing a look at you, “You look great. As usual.”

You could feel the happiness filling your system and you giggled.

“Thanks,” you said, “So do you. But hey, that’s not a surprise. The only reason why the FBI is keeping you around is your looks, not your smarts, we all know that.”

That seemed to make him chuckle and you gasped, then reached out to hold his scarf over your dress.

“Spencer look, we match!”

“Look at that, we do-“ he smiled but before he could say anything, you saw Lincoln climbing the stairs. You waved at him and he took a look at you two with a slight frown on his face, then made his way to you.

“Jesus, took you long enough.”

“I know, I had this last minute phone call about work….” he shook his head, “Dr. Reid. You seem to be everywhere nowadays.”

“Seems that way,” Spencer stated curtly and Lincoln turned to you.

“Why are you outside?”

“Because no one at our table showed up yet,” you said, “And you know I hate sitting alone.”

“Ah well, I’m here now so if you want-“

“I think I’ll smoke some more, thanks though,” you told him and a small smile curled Spencer’s lips before he raised his brows, looking at Lincoln who checked his watch.

“It’ll start soon though, just so you know,” he said, “See you inside.”

With that, he walked away from you into the building and Spencer turned to you.

“That was subtle.”

“He’ll be fine,” you said and threw your hands up when you caught the sight of Mina getting closer, “Did you like die or something? Where’s Kenz?”

“On her way, there was something with the babysitter, my meeting took forever!” she said, “I drove here straight from work, is mom going to kill me?”

“No one is here yet.”

“Probably because of the accident.”

You frowned, “What accident?”

“I think there’s some kind of an accident, the traffic is insane,” she eyed Spencer up and down, “Oh great, cute sad giraffe is here too.”

“Mina!” you hissed and Spencer shot you a look as if he was desperately asking for your help, but Mina waved a hand.

“I’ll be inside,” she said and walked inside while you shifted your weight.

“…Cute sad giraffe?” Spencer asked and you rubbed the back of your neck.

“Please ignore her,” you said, “I apologize on her behalf.”

Spencer stared at you, then scoffed a laugh, “Does she hate me or…?”

“She doesn’t hate you as a person, she just hates all my boyfriends as a princip- ex. Ex boyfriends.” You quickly corrected yourself, “She hates my ex boyfriends as a principle.”

“Why?”

“It’s a sister thing. I threatened one of her ex-girlfriends once, so this is what I get.”

“You threatened-“ Spencer started but you waved at Nolan who was climbing the stairs and he frowned at you and Spencer, then approached you.

“Well hello there,” he greeted you two before turning to Spencer, “I don’t think we’ve met.”

“Nolan, this is Spencer Reid,” you introduced them, “Spencer, Nolan. He’s the love of my mom’s life for some reason.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” Nolan said and clicked his tongue “You’re the infamous Dr. Reid then. I’ve heard about you.”

“Nolan,” you murmured warningly but he ignored you.

“Has Y/N mentioned the head of FBI is a good friend of mine?”

“Um- no she hasn’t—”

“Well I’d keep that in mind just in case you happen to make yet another mist—“

“Thank you Nolan!” you said very loudly, “Mina is inside, you could join her if you want- also, have you seen my mother?”

“I came here straight from my house but I sent her a car, she was on her way,” Nolan said as someone by the door called out his name and he heaved a sigh, “Business doesn’t wait, excuse me.”

“Did he just…?” Spencer asked as Nolan got inside and you shook your head fervently.

“No he didn’t.”

“That sounded like a threat.”

“Ignore him as well,” you said, “It’s just uh… You know. Rich people. They have no manners.”

He tilted his head, confused, and you waved at Kenzie who climbed the stairs at full speed and waved at you back, then pressed a hand over her chest at the sight of Spencer and winked at you before rushing inside as well.

“Anyway,” you tried to change the topic, “So I owe you breakfast then. Do you want it before or after my next emotional breakdown?”

He smiled softly, “You don’t owe me anything.”

“Oh you have no idea how much I do,” you murmured, “Do you want to get Honey Cinnamon French toast the next time? It’s full of sugar, you’d like that. Considering your coffee choices.”

His jaw dropped, “It’s not that bad!”

“I took one sip of your coffee one day while we were dating and thought I’d get into sugar coma.”

“That’s not how it works.”

“Don’t you have statistics about how it’s bad for you?”

He nodded at the cigarette between your fingers, “Do you want to hear the statistics for that too?”

“You’re on thin ice, professor,” you pointed at him, making him laugh but then both of you turned your heads when you heard your name being called. Your mother looked between you, then smiled and stepped closer.

“Dr. Reid, it’s lovely to see you again,” she said politely, “Y/N honey, why are you outside?”

“Waiting for you,” you stubbed the cigarette, “I was the first to get here.”

“I know, the driver kept going into different roads because-“

“Accident. Yeah, Mina told me.”

“Let’s go inside, it’s about to start,” she said and you looked up at him.

“So I should-“

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I should probably find Luke. It was nice to see you again, Ms Knight.”

“You too Spencer,” she said and linked her arm through yours as you walked inside, “Anything I should know about?”

“We’re just talking, mom.”

She arched a brow, “I don’t know who you got this obliviousness from, but not me,” she said and you turned to look at her.

“Hm?”

“You’d have to be blind not to see the way he looks at you.”

You blinked a couple of times, “The way he looks at me?” you repeated as you approached the table and you took your seat beside Lincoln.

“Had your smoke?” he shot you a look and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Don’t.”

“No really, are you guys sure you broke up? Like, did anyone let him know?”

Kenzie whispered something into Mina’s ear and she smiled, sipping her champagne.

“I’m a better person than you are, so it’s no wonder I have a better friendship with my exes than you do, Linc.”

“Is that what we call batting your eyelashes at your ex nowadays?” he asked and you made a face at him.

“You’re hilarious- should I buy something?” you wondered out loud, “Where’s the catalogue?”

Nolan handed you the tablet and you swiped on the screen.

“Are you buying something?”

“One or two,” Nolan said, “Your mother liked that vase on the page sixteen.”

“I will bid you for that,” your mother joked, making him smile and press a kiss on her cheek, and you downed your champagne before motioning for another.

“How’s your girlfriend?” you murmured to Lincoln and he shrugged his shoulders.

“She’s fine,” he whispered as the auctioneer started talking about the first item, “We had a small argument earlier, but…”

“About what? Did she finally see your real personality?”

“I’m sorry, I’m not taking relationship advice from a girl who’s obviously not over her ex even though she was the one who dumped him-“

“Hey, I’m trying to offer you my infinite wisdom you dickhead,” you whispered, making him chuckle.

“I’ve been working a lot these days, but I have to close this new deal,” he said, “She doesn’t seem to understand that.”

“Why don’t you pay her a visit?”

“Did you miss the part where I said I was working a lot?”

“Lincoln,” you heaved a sigh, “Honestly. If you love this girl, you need to show her that.”

“After I close this deal-“

“No, before you close your deal,” you insisted, “You don’t want to be one of those people who picked wealth over love.”

Lincoln raised his brows, “I guess we know what your pick is.”

“I take all my advice back, I hope your girlfriend dumps you,” you sipped the champagne, making him laugh.

“Come on, I’m just messing with you,” he said, “Do you want me to buy you an extra ugly vase so that you can forgive me?”

“I can buy my extra ugly vases myself, thank you,” you sulked, “Do you know what my problem is?”

“Hm?”

“I’m surrounded by love,” you nodded at Kenzie and Mina who seemed to be in their own worlds and your mother and Nolan who held hands over the table, listening to the auctioneer, “It’s like being surrounded by booze when you’re trying to go sober.”

“Hey if it makes you feel any better, my relationship is in shambles too.”

“It will stop being in shambles the moment you stop being a stubborn ass,” you murmured, still holding the fragile glass in your hand but as soon as you took another sip, your mother raised her brows, looking at someone over your shoulder, Mina narrowed her eyes and you felt someone’s presence behind you. The lovely scent filling your nostrils said it was Spencer, and your suspicion was proven when you heard a low whisper in your ear.

“Come with me.”

The champagne you were drinking went down the wrong tube and you started coughing before you stared up at him, convinced that you had just imagined that, considering it wasn’t the first time you were hearing that only in a different context.

“I’m sorry?” you managed to stammer and he frowned at your reaction, then nodded at the door.

“Outside?” he said and it dawned on you,

“Right, outside,” you murmured as you tried to pull yourself together and pushed your chair back.

“Y/N?” Mina said warningly but you shook your head.

“It’s fine, I’ll be right back,” you said as you stood up and felt Spencer’s hand on your lower back as he guided you out of the hall, his skin on yours sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. As soon as you stepped out of the hall he turned to you, his eyes searching yours frantically.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a low voice and you pulled your brows together, trying to understand what he was talking about.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be okay?” you asked “I’m having the time of my life trying to pick between an ugly vase and an ugly painting. Seen anything you like yet? It’s for charity.”

“No, Y/N-“ he nibbled on his lip and you stared at him for a moment before your breath got caught in your throat and your hand shot up to hold his arm.

“Another murder?” you whispered, “God, did someone die? That’s why you’re being like this?”

“We just found her a block away.”

“Do I- do I know who it is?” you asked numbly and he pulled out his cellphone to show you the picture and you gasped, covering your mouth as soon as you saw the screen.

It was that woman who had bumped into you just at the beginning of the night, the one who had walked away without apologizing.

“I just…” you swallowed the lump in your throat, “I think I saw her tonight. But it- she- she was just alive, I don’t-“

“The marks show that it just happened. Very recently.”

You could feel the room spinning around you but you tried to pull yourself together.

“But I don’t-“

“Y/N,” he said your name, clearly this time, “I was talking to you probably around the time it was happening, but you mentioned you were the first one to get here right?”

You nodded slowly, “Yeah, the traffic. Well, that and the meetings and the babysitter- how is that relevant?”

Spencer fell into silence, taking a deep breath and you looked up at him.

“What?” you asked again and he stole a look at the hall.

“Obviously there’s no evidence to show this yet and I might be wrong, but do you want to know what I think?” he asked and you nodded again.

“Yes?”

“I think you were sitting with the copycat killer just now.”

You blinked dumbly, your brows furrowed in thought and slowly, very slowly that ice in your veins made its way through your system, a tingling spreading from the base of your neck up to your head. You could feel the panic crashing down on you before you turned your head to look at the your table, Mina and Kenzie watching you, Lincoln playing with his phone and your mother and Nolan having a quiet conversation. Spencer’s words echoed in your head, drowning out every single noise coming from the hall.

I think you were sitting with the copycat killer just now.

“Oh,” you breathed out, closing your eyes, “Fuck.”

Chapter 23

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