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bqstqnbruin · 4 years ago

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Always be my plus one

Here we go, y'all. We're ignoring that it's 3:30 in the morning but I'm just yeeting the first part of this into the wild and hoping it goes well. Ignore typos, we all know that everything I post is a first draft.

I need to thank @hockeywocs, @chara-hugs, and @zinka8 (WHY CAN't I TAG YOU) and all the anons who have come into my ask box to help me with this! ily all!

WARNING: some description of child birth

Hope you like it!

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Part 1: Christmas Day and the day after Christmas

The name for Christmas comes from the shortening of “Christ’s Mass,” a traditionally Christian holiday that celebrates the birth of Jesus Christ to the Virgin Mary and Joseph in a manger in Bethlehem. Although the exact date of his birthday is unknown, around the fourth century the Catholic church fixed the date of this celebration to be December 25th. Other religions and belief systems have similar celebrations around the same time, such as the Winter Solstice, or Midwinter. Celebrations include a mixture of pre-Christian, Christian, and non-secular traditions, such as gift giving, completing an Advent Calendar or Advent Wreath, Christmas music, church services, a special meal with family and loved ones, Christmas trees, lights, nativity scenes, and Santa Claus to name a few.

The day after Christmas, known as Boxing Day in some European countries, is traditionally known as a shopping holiday. In America, this is typically the day when people start to return any unwanted Christmas gifts, stock up for next Christmas on items that are marked down on sale, or see friends that they hadn’t been able to see before Christmas.

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December 21, 2021

“One fifteen means fifteen minutes before I have to clock in. Fifteen minutes before a twelve-hour shift that I’m not ready for and don’t have enough caffeine for,” Anne muttered to herself, staring at her reflection through her car's rearview mirror. “But, fifteen minutes before getting to do something that I thankfully love, something that I enjoy doing.” No matter how long the shift in front of her, Anne had developed a habit of giving herself a pep talk before she got out of her car. “Whatever happens, you’ve helped someone.”

The last part wasn’t always true, knowing that there was the possibility that something could go wrong that she and the other nurses and doctors wouldn’t be able to fix. Lying to herself that everything was going to be ok was the only want to convince herself to go into the hospital every day. Finally mustering up enough courage to get out of her car, she grabs her bag from the backseat, heading in for yet another long day right before the Christmas holiday.

The maternity ward where Anne worked never ceased to be hectic, the miracle of life happening at least once an hour. No matter how much Anne had studied in nursing school, nothing could have prepared her for the stress that could come from the job, the long hours, the potential for something so right to turn so wrong in a minute, the way nothing can go planned since the baby dictated all, the mess that comes with every birth, or the joy that results from a former patient sending her the occasional picture of a baby she helped deliver as they’re growing up.

“Hey, Tyson, come on!” comes from inside the open doors of the building, Anne not paying attention to who it was coming from, causing her to collide with a stranger, spilling her much-needed coffee all over the both of them.

“Shit,” she says, not looking up from the brown splatter on what should be mint green scrubs. “I am so sorry.”

Standing in front of her was a curly-haired boy, about her age, wearing what she was sure was a Colorado hockey jersey. Beyond that, she had no idea. “No, no, it’s my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Let me buy you another,” he offers, ignoring the persistent calls from his friends to hurry up.

Anne checks her watch: 1:19. “It’s ok. I don’t really have the time, I have to clock in in eleven minutes, and knowing the cafeteria or the vending machines, it would take a lot longer,” she says, trying to get by him. Before he can protest, she gets to the elevator that would bring her to her floor, thankful that it was ready to get her there without her having to wait. The doors start to close, only to be stopped by a hand stuck through them, the curly-haired boy with the coffee stain down the front of him getting on the elevator with her. Anne gives him a confused look, begging him to explain why he was trying to make her late for her shift.

“If you aren’t going to let me buy you one now to make up for it, at least let me see where you work so I can drop one off for you.”

Anne rolls her eyes, unamused by the man in front of her as he attempts to flirt with her. “That would be nice, but the chances of me getting it before it goes cold are slim to none, so you need to suggest something else if you really want to buy me a coffee.”

“Let me get your number so I can buy you one when you aren’t working?” he asks, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. 1:25. “I’m Tyson, by the way.”

The elevator dings, signaling that they were on Anne’s floor, opening the door to nurses and doctors running around, expectant fathers who were probably kicked out of the delivery room for making the mom too nervous pacing the halls, grandparents trying to control younger children who had little to no idea what was going on as they waited in the strange building. Anne walks to the backroom to drop her stuff off and clock in, typing her information into the stranger’s phone as he followed her like a puppy, his friend’s texts coming across the top of his screen asking where he went so they could leave.

“I’m Anne, and I’ve got to go,” she tells him, handing back his phone. There was no way he was going to text her, and it’s not like the coffee was that big of a deal to him. She could go to the vending machine down the hall and grab one during her break, or have someone else on their break do it for her if she needed it sooner.

“Can’t wait for our coffee date, Anne,” he says, winking at her before shoving his hands in his pockets and sauntering back down the hallway.

“Who is he?” her coworker, Jess asked, popping up out of nowhere. “He’s hot.”

“In more ways than one, apparently,” Anne jokes, “he’s also wearing my hot coffee on his shirt.”

“You didn’t,” Jess scolds her, turning her around to see the coffee that was spilled down Anne’s own outfit, knowing Anne’s tendency to be a little absent-minded as she gets wrapped up in her own thoughts. “Anne, you did.”

“Not on purpose!”

“DeFormicola?” Anne’s supervisor, Jackson, pops his head into the room just as she was clocking in, “We need you in room 414.”

“Saved by the bell,” Anne teases, walking down the hall to where all the noise was coming from, trying to throw on the appropriate clothing before she went into the room, struggling to get the gloves on as she entered.

“Ok, Erin, we’re going to need you to push,” one of the doctors says, Anne standing behind him as she watched the baby’s head crowning.

This was her favorite part of the job, helping the mother stay calm and trying to make sure that despite the child coming out of her, she was as comfortable as possible. Normally, she would be with the mom as soon as she came in, Erin clearly nervous as to what was going on. They had to be first-time parents, the dad going back and forth to Erin’s side and behind the doctor, looking mortified each time and clearly regretting what he was seeing.

“It’s a boy!” the doctor says, handing the new baby to a breathless Erin.

“A boy! A boy!” the dad yells, going out to the hallway, Erin clearly unamused by whatever antics he was going about.

“Don’t worry, he’s not the first one to do that,” Anne reassures her, knowing that something like that would happen at least five more times during her shift, hearing the father’s voice repeating the phrase. “I’m going to get him cleaned up and then get him right back to you, ok?” Anne asks, reaching for the baby as everyone else around her tries to clean everything else up.

“Be careful with him,” Erin warns, not meaning anything bad by it. She was definitely a first time mother.

“I will be,” Anne tells her, feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket as she does. “So you have a name picked out yet?”

“We were thinking Matthew.”

Anne turns her head, smiling at Erin. “That’s a good name. My older brother is named Matthew.”

Erin smiles at her, the father finally coming back in, clearly overjoyed by the birth of their new baby. Anne hands him back to his parents, Matthew screaming his head off as they get wheeled into another room.

Anne goes over to the desk, sitting down where she was supposed to be for the start of her shift to do paperwork, but the uncertainty in the hour by hour of the schedule was not surprising. She pulls out her phone, ‘Maybe: Tyson’ coming up across her screen.

“He’s already texting me,” she alerts Jess whose head whips away from her computer to look over Anne’s shoulder at what message the mystery man could have sent her.

“He’s horny.”

“Jessica!” she squeals, wishing she was more shocked by what her friend had said. “Why is that always your first reaction to a boy sending a message?”

She shrugs, swiveling back to her own computer, “I’m normally right. What’s he saying?”

“He wants to know when he can buy me coffee.”

“Horny.”

“Enough.”

“You should date him.”

Anne turns to her, clearly unamused by Jess’s need to continue the conversation. “I don’t have to date anyone.”

Jess lets out a long sigh, Anne knowing that she was rolling her eyes. “I’m not saying you have to, I’m saying you should.”

“Ok, I don’t want to date anyone.”

“Oh, come on Anne,” Jess says, getting up and plopping herself on the desk in front of Anne, fiddling with the wire connecting the mouse to the rest of the computer. “You work in a maternity ward where people become parents every day, and you haven’t even thought of finding a man?”

“You don’t have a point,” Anne tells her, not making eye contact with her.

“My point,” Jess says, leaning over to block Anne’s view of her computer screen, “is that you can’t be single forever.”

“Says who?”

“Didn’t you tell me that you were named after the patron saint of the town your grandmothers were from?”

Anne rolls her eyes, knowing where this was going. It was going in the same direction that this conversation always went in when she had it with her mom every single holiday. “All four of us are named after the patron saints of the towns our grandparents are from.”

“St. Anne is the patron saint of child care, grandparents and mothers.”

“She’s also that patron saint of unmarried women, so your argument is invalid, as usual.”

Jess takes in a breath to say something, cut off by Jackson calling for Jess to go into one of the delivery rooms. “Just don’t say no because you think you have to be single,” she advises as she walks away.

Anne leans back in the chair, rubbing her hands over her face. “This is how Christmas is going to go, isn’t it?” she asks herself.

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December 25, 2021

The number of cars lining her parent's driveway meant that she was one of the last ones there, but knowing her aunts and uncles, she wasn’t the last one there. Her parents were the ones who did Christmas Day for her dad’s family, Christmas Eve being the anniversary of her mom’s mom’s death, and, on top of that, Teresa doesn’t talk to her family over some argument and grudge being held over their parent's house.

Scanning the cars, she didn’t see the one belonging to her brother Matthew, or his wife, Stephanie. “I’ll just leave Harper’s gifts in the car,” Anne mutters to herself, trying to juggle as many gifts as she could while also balancing the box of pastries her mom asked her to pick up for dessert.

Without a free hand to open the door, Anne did everything she could to ring the doorbell with her elbow, praying that someone would come to open the door before she dropped anything.

Her younger brother, Sebastian, opens the door, a disappointed look on his face. “What the fuck is all this for?” he asks, taking some of the bags from her arms to lighten her load.

“Merry Christmas to you, too,” she remarks, “Yours is still in my car if you’re wondering.”

“Did you have to get gifts for everyone?” he asks, Anne greeting her aunts and uncles on the way to the tree to put everything down for later.

“Well, it’s Hazel’s first Christmas," she explains, referencing their sister's youngest daughter, "So getting her something and not getting the other children something seemed wrong, and then Jessica took me shopping and kept saying things like ‘oh this would be perfect for Lucy,’ or ‘oh don’t have you an aunt who likes mystery novels?’ And everything went downhill from there.”

Sebby groans, walking with Anne back out to her car to retrieve the rest of the gifts, Anne still holding the box of pastries since they hadn’t made it to the kitchen yet. “Please tell me you didn’t get Aunt Lisa that Agatha Christie illustrated novel that the bookstore was selling.”

“Please tell me you didn’t get Aunt Lisa that Agatha Christie illustrated novel the bookstore was selling,” Anne laughs, Sebby nodding his head. “I got a gift receipt.”

“What did you end up getting Matthew?” he asks her. Anne had texted Sebby in panic on Black Friday, coming home from a day of shopping with Lucy that left her without a gift for Lucy’s twin brother.

Grabbing the rest of the gifts and handing them to Sebby, she closes the door to her car and starts to go back inside. “I found this ‘make your own wine’ kit that I think he would like. That way Steph doesn’t have to listen to him complaining about how the stuff she drinks is ‘too sweet.’”

“What about for me?” Sebby asks, nudging Anne with his elbow as they arrange the rest of the gifts in the already mountainous pile under the tree.

“Oh, I knew there was someone I forgot,” she says sarcastically, Sebby ripping the bow off one of her carefully wrapped presents and throwing it at her. “Ok, now I’m never getting you a gift again.”

Sebby laughs, helping his older sister off the ground. The two of them wander into the kitchen, slipping in unnoticed due to the sheer number of family members and noise that was filling the room. “Aunt Anne! Aunt Anne!” Harper and Skylar squeal in unison when her nieces spot her, hoping that either she or Sebby had grabbed Harper, Matthew, and Stephanie’s gifts. She didn’t think there was anything left in her trunk.

“Hey there, fireflies,” Anne greets them, bending down as they both kiss her on the cheek. “Guess what? Santa stopped by my place and left some gifts for you, but he made me promise that you two were really good today if you want to open them after dessert, ok?”

The two girls nod excitedly, bouncing up and down at Anne’s words. To still be young and believe in Santa, that must be nice.

“Hey, ma,” Anne finally finds her mother, putting down the box of pastries in front of her and kissing her on the cheek. “Upstairs or downstairs fridge?”

“It goes downstairs. Come on, I have someone I want you to meet,” her mother says, dragging you away from your aunts that had aggregated around her. They all had excited looks on their faces, something that instantly worried Anne as she followed her mother down the stairs with the box. She could hear Matthew and Lucy’s voices, knowing that her brother and sister’s wife and husband had to be down there with them, too. “Matthew told me about this friend of his who couldn’t make it home for Christmas,” her mother whispers before she got to the last step.

“Mom, no,” Anne says, already knowing where this was heading. “I told you: I don’t need a boyfriend.”

“But I don’t have a grandson,” her mom whines, shaking Anne’s hand in her own against her chest.

“How is that my fault?”

“If you just find a nice boy, and get married, I just know you’re going to be my child that has a boy.”

“Oh my god,” Anne groans, pushing past her to get to the fridge.

Teresa pulls Anne over to the couches where her siblings were, Lucy sitting on one with her feet in Jason’s lap, Jason’s hand lazily rubbing his wife’s shins. Matthew was on the other, Stephanie nuzzled against his shoulder, all four of them with a glass of wine and three bottles open. Next to Matthew was a guy sitting there awkwardly, straightening his back when he saw you while Sebby tried to contain his laughter as he sat on the floor. “Jeremy, this is my youngest daughter, Anne. Anne, this is Jeremy,” she introduces the two of them before running up the stairs.

“I do have a girlfriend, actually,” Jeremy says, “So I’m sorry.”

Anne and her siblings burst out laughing, Lucy pouring her sister a glass of wine. “If only this were the first time Ma tried to set Anne up with a guy who was seeing someone.”

“I even tried to tell her that but she didn’t listen,” Matthew adds. “It’s better than when she tried to set you up with Adam,” he says, referencing Lucy’s partner at their optometry practice.

“Yeah, his husband wasn’t too thrilled by that potential match,” Sebby says.

They all keep talking, Anne just sitting and listening to them reminisce about all the people their parents had tried to set her up within their desperate attempt for her to no longer be single. It didn’t help that the last time she listened to them about dating was Andy, the boy who cheated on her when they got to college. Apparently going to school half an hour from each other wasn’t enough for him to keep up their two-year relationship instead of shoving his tongue down multiple girls throats before doing god only knows what else.

“When do you think they’ll stop trying to set me up with someone?” Anne finally pips in, accidentally cutting off something Jeremy was saying as she stared at the wine she was swirling in the glass.

“When you get a boyfriend,” her siblings say in unison.

“I hate all of you for doing that,” she laughs. “But, seriously, why is it so important that I have a boyfriend?”

“Oh, you know your mother,” Jason says, putting his glass down on the floor. “She saw what Lucy and I had and then wanted that for all her children.”

Lucy playfully shoves him, kissing him as Anne and Sebby groan. “She just wants you to be happy, and to her and dad, happiness is marriage and a family.”

“Where am I going to meet someone if I go to work or here where they try to bring in non-single non-potential suitors?” she asks, looking over at Jeremy. “Sorry.”

He shrugs, not able to get a word in before Matthew starts, “What if you met someone at work like how Steph and I met?”

“Yeah because there are so many single men walking around the maternity ward,” she says, her phone buzzing in front of her. “What about you, though, Seb, how’s Collins?” Anne asks, changing the subject.

“Eh,” he shrugs, his eyes wandering to Anne’s phone screen, “I’m not sure we’re going to last to graduation.”

“What?” Lucy squeals, causing Jason to jump as she threw her legs out of his lap. “I thought you said she was ‘the one’?”

Sebby looks down at his glass, a stupid smirk on his face. “Nah, that changed. She doesn’t want me to go to law school in Boston, she wants me to stay here or move to California with her.”

“But the adventure of moving with your girlfriend to another state!” Matthew offers, Stephanie rolling her eyes.

“Matthew, not everyone needs adventure like you do, hon.”

Anne’s phone buzzes again, a reminder that she had a text waiting for her. Picking it up before Sebby can see who it is, ever the nosy little brother, she sees a message from Tyson popping up as they continue their conversation about Sebby’s love life and Anne’s lack thereof. . They had only been texting for a few days since their encounter at the hospital, but every time his name came up she couldn’t help but smile, lifting the wine glass to her lips to cover it in hopes of her siblings not noticing.

How’s your Christmas been so far?

A simple ‘eh’ as a response was all that she needed to send. It could be worse, but her mom trying to set her up with a guy with a girlfriend was definitely not something that made for a good Christmas. The only thing that could be worse is if their dad came home early from the flight he was on with a guy he picked up in whatever country he had to go to that prompted him to miss the holiday. Normal dads who had to travel would bring their kids back little trinkets or a postcard, but Anne wouldn’t put it past Tony to borderline kidnap someone from the plane he was flying and bring them home for Anne.

Tyson’s contact comes up again, an incoming call that prompted Anne to step away so she could answer it. “What’s up?”

“You said your Christmas was ‘eh.’ What’s going on?”

“It’s a long story,” she groans, pressing her back up against the fridge.

“Well, what if I have something that might make it better?” he flirts.

“Oh? Like what”

“What if I said I’m 100% free to buy you that coffee any time tomorrow, since I know you said you didn’t have work, and you can tell me about Christmas then?”

Anne hears her siblings laugh not ten feet away, praying that they couldn’t hear her conversation. Taking in a deep breath, she knew that her cheeks were turning pink at his words. “Sure, that sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asks, walking back over to join her siblings.

“I’ll text you details,” he tells her, hanging up.

“Oh, my god,” Lucy yells, interrupting their conversation. “Anne was talking to a boy.”

“What the hell? What makes you think that?” she asks.

“Your cheeks are red," Lucy says, prompting Anne to raise her hand to feel the heat radiating from her face, "Who else would you be seeing tomorrow?” her sister eggs on, her eyebrow raised since she knew she was right.

Anne tries to find her words, unable to think of a name that wasn’t a guy's name to blurt out.

“Is it Tyson?” Sebby asks, Anne’s unlocked phone in his hand.

“You jackass!” she yells, lunging at her brother to try to get her phone back.

Teresa’s footsteps sound down the stairs, her poking her head between the gap in the stair rail and the steps themselves, Anne and Sebby looking like a deer in headlights when they see their mom. “I was coming to say that dinner was ready, but what’s going on here?”

“Anne has a boy she wasn’t telling us about,” Sebby blabs, earning an ‘I’ll kill you’ look from Anne.

“Oh! Annie!” their mom squeals, running down the stairs to pick her up off the ground and hug her. “Why didn’t you tell us about him?”

“I, uh,” Anne starts, still not sure what to say.

“You have to bring him to New Year’s Day at Uncle Vince’s house,” she tells her, the rest of the siblings following Anne being dragged back up the stairs for dinner, her mom announcing that Anne had a boyfriend when she, in fact, didn’t.

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December 26, 2021

“So, are you going to tell me why your Christmas was only ‘eh,’ or am I going to have to guess?” Tyson asks, setting down two cups of coffee in front of them. Tyson had asked Anne to meet him at a small coffee shop that was within walking distance of her apartment, thankful that she didn’t have to drive through Denver on the day where everyone was returning anything unwanted, like her Aunt Lisa returning one of the copies of the Agatha Christie novel that her and Sebby each got her.

Anne groans, the images of last night’s dinner flashing through her mind. “Can we talk about something else, first?”

“Fine,” Tyson says, taking a long sip of the coffee, “What did you get for gifts?”

She raises her eyebrow at him, Tyson mirroring her expression except with a goofy grin on his face. Rolling her eyes, she starts listing off the stuff she got: “My parents got me a new attachment for my KitchenAid stand mixer since my younger brother, Sebby, broke it last time he was over and a voucher for a flight anywhere in the country like they do every year, um, some gift cards from my aunts and uncles, my nieces all did their best attempts at drawing a portrait of me, Sebby told me he was going to come over and make dinner for me, which scares me because he can’t cook, Matthew and his wife got me some books they thought I would like, and Lucy and her husband got me this bracelet,” Anne tells him, extending her arm out to show him.

“I have so many questions,” Tyson starts.

“I might have answers,” Anne tells him, raising her cup to him.

“How big is your family?”

“I’m the third of four, Lucy and Matthew are twins and are about five years older than me, then Sebby is a year younger than me. Lucy has two daughters and Matthew has one. My dad has two brothers; one older, one younger. The older one has three kids, the younger has two and then three grandchildren.”

“Mom’s family?”

Anne looks down at her coffee. “I’m the only one who talks to anyone on that side of the family. My mom and her brother got into a fight when their parents died over what was left to them. My uncle has two daughters and two granddaughters.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, looking between the coffee and Anne.

She shrugs, not really bothered by it at this point. “It’s whatever. I talk to them because I want to, so it’s fine. What other questions do you have, though?”

“The ticket voucher?”

“Yeah,” Anne laughs, “Our dad is a pilot with Southwest Airlines, so every Christmas they give us a voucher to fly anywhere we want. They say they want to make sure that we take time for ourselves, but I think Dad gets some sort of bonus for every voucher he buys.”

Tyson throws his head back laughing. It wasn’t that funny, but seeing him so happy, Anne couldn’t help but smile back at him. “What about you, what did you get for Christmas?”

“My mom and sister flew down and basically restocked my kitchen for me.”

“Ok, that’s a great present, though,” she says. “Where was your dad?”

The smile from Tyson’s face fades, not looking up at Anne. “I never knew him. My mom and grandmother raised me.”

“Oh, Tyson,” she says, reaching out for his hand. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”

He shrugs, a forced smile on his face. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything, I don’t think. My mom and my grandmother are the reason I am who I am. I wouldn’t give that up or change it.”

The two of them sit there, Anne trying to think about how many times she helped deliver a baby when the father was nowhere to be found. She normally figured they were busy or just not in the delivery room, not being there all together was something she couldn’t even begin to imagine. “But enough about me. Why was your Christmas ‘eh’?”

“My family has it in their heads that I need a boyfriend,” she admits, Tyson smirking at her words. “And my brother saw your texts coming up on my phone and being the asshole that he is, announced that I was texting a boy, so now, I need to find someone to bring with me to my uncle’s house on New Year’s Day that I can pass off as you.”

Tyson gives her a confused look. “Why wouldn’t you just bring me?”

Anne sits there, a shocked look on her face. “Because they think ‘Tyson’ is my boyfriend, and you aren’t?”

“So we pretend. They don’t need to know,” he shrugs, acting like it was no big deal.

“That would never work,” Anne dismisses him.

“Why not? You don’t think I’m a good actor?” Tyson whines, acting insulted at Anne��s words.

She scoffs, “Ok, one, hockey players are never good actors, and two, Sebby or Lucy are bound to figure out that you are not my boyfriend. Sebby wants to be a lawyer so he analyzes everything and Lucy is just this perfect anomaly of a human who would be bound to figure it out.”

“I think I can play your boyfriend for New Year’s Day,” he says, confidence dripping in his voice.

“No, I can’t have you do that.”

The maternity ward where Anne worked never ceased to be hectic, the miracle of life happening at least once an hour. No matter how much Anne had studied in nursing school, nothing could have prepared her for the stress that could come from thhe job, the long hours, the potential for something so right to turn so wrong in a minute, the way nothing can go planned since the baby dictated all, the mess that comes with every birth, or the joy that results from a former patient sending her the occasional picture of a baby she helped deliver as they’re growing up.

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saltynsassy31 · 4 years ago

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Omg, I hope this is not too angsty.

But you said Pink enjoys killing a little more than the others.

Imagine a scenario where Pink gets so carried away, that the others literally need to restrain them. Maybe they enjoyed it, maybe they had a mental breakdown at that moment?

If its too angsty, there is no need to answer this XD

Omfg i LOVE this

I had to legit stop writing the other fics just to write this fiskkckskdja

(Tho gonna take a while cus I'm painting my nails rn gksjfka)

But as much as it's angsty I need to practice writing sad shit gjsjfjak

HERE YA GO!

Yellow - Sunny - he/him - 21

Orange - Mango - he/him - 20

Pink - Peach - he/she - 19

Blue - Plum - he/they - 18

Spamton - ø - he/him - 13

I think I should put a trigger warning here so uh-

Tw// Murder - violence - trauma (?) (Idk what other trigger warning I should add, tell me if I missed anything)

Peach, at first, was against the idea of Sunny killing people for money but didn't complain as they needed the money

But now, after getting intrigued by the older ones talk about their work, is also an agent herself

He never thought he could enjoy such a line of work but it was sort of a fun hobby to distract from her hectic life

He usually dresses up to attract their victims, he was really good at convincing and especially good at playing roles

But something she was exceptionally good at was killing

They were only sent to kill people of high power, those who have deot to pay, other killers and gamblers

He hated gamblers, it reminded him of his parents the most, so it was satisfying to see them beg for mercy before their inevitable doom

It wasn't long till he got really good and got promoted (together with his other siblings) and be one of the best of the agency

One day she was sent on a mission with Sunny and Mango, Plum was in another mission and Tasque, their manager and supervisor, baby sat Spamton

Their target was a gambler that had alot of dept to pay and has been trying to avoid paying for the past few months and they couldn't catch him

So this was a job for the addisons

"Pink, yellow, are you on your posts?"

"Affermative" both replied

"Ok good, Pink you will have to enter the bar and separate the target from their peers"

"Alright, be a slut, kill the men got it"

Orange sighed "yellow, keep a look out for any other attackers that try to come after pink, I heard the guy hired some hit man aswell"

"Will do"

"Alright, he's entering the bar, go!"

And the mission began, it was a Tuesday night for them, Pink could finally let out some of those pent up emotions. It was all going smoothly until Pink saw who they were killing

The man looked exactly like her father, that dirty pig that didn't even deserve the title of a parent

He was simply someone who helped make him

She shook her head and continued on her mission, she would kill him afterwards anyways

But it was a bit uncomfortable flirting with someone who looked liked your father

He managed to get themselves in a privet room as yellow guarded the door

Things went as always, seduce the man then kill him

But something went wrong

Pink hadn't even realized he was being held until she heard the communicator buzzing with yelling

Once she looked she was all bloodied, more then usual, tears falling down like waterfalls (when did he start crying?) And the man was so brutally stabbed you could bearly recognise him

"It's OK pink, it's not him, he won't hurt you, the mission is over" he heard the soothing voice of yellow and he couldn't help but start crying even more and hide in the embrace of his older brother's arms

Yellow talked in the communicator about code Peach and to send backup but she didn't care to listen and just sobbed in his arms

It wasn't the first time she went overboard in the killing but thisnfor sure was the first time she has broken after doing it

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I'm still going to get to the other prompts you sent in just been kinda sucking with no Internet and school TwT

Anyways I hope you enjoyed it!

#not me thinking they cant higher minors how would the rest work as assassins #then realize they kill people as a job #they already be doing illegal shit why would they care 💀#pink addison #murder family au #deltarune au #deltsrune chapter 2 au

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clarenecessities · 3 years ago

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1/20/2022

Two days of mail left. It’s begging to feel like graduation. People keep stopping in or emailing me to say they’re sorry to see me go. Gratifying in its own way, but I wish it were on my terms. Sylvia’s kind of pissed actually but not at me. Hermia and Collin both said they’d write me letters of recommendation, which I’m given to understand would be better requested now than before they forget I existed, but. How does one broach that subject. Especially with nothing in mind to be recommended for, not even a field? I have plenty of character witnesses, but those are sort of meaningless professionally, especially when I’m so abysmal at interviewing.

Well. Hopefully I won’t be interviewing elsewhere for a while yet. I guess we’ll see what my company does with me but my supervisor especially is very accommodating. She had my back when I was overwhelmed by mail stuff back in April & let me restructure my schedule to accommodate extra time. My project proposal was rejected by my old company but it definitely helped, since it got them to actually assign the Practice Support shipments to a department instead of notifying me months after the fact. That was the old sabrina’s job before they laid her off. Hm. I wonder if I should send Vicki some of the chat logs from around then, to illustrate why dumping more stuff on new Sabrina is a bad idea.

Might be going too far. I definitely overshared about mental health shit & while my supervisor Gets It idt vicki does. Could be guilt trippy

I’ll see if there’s anything I can use.

Writing another report (my third this week :/) and I keep instinctively trying to put my name & class in the top corner. Fucking school system

#daily clare

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jamielea81 · 6 years ago

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Just a Simple Lie

Chapter 2

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Description: Having worked on small independent films for the better part of a decade, your friend tells you about an opening for a script supervisor with a large studio. Wanting to advance your career, you apply and get an interview. The only downside, they prefer to hire crew who are married. It’s just a simple lie, right?

Warnings: Cursing and Drinking

Word Count: 2,435

A/N: This fic is simply for fun. I know nothing about the personal lives of the two actors in this series and mean no harm. I am also totally guessing regarding the studio talk. Comments, reblogs, and likes are always welcome. Tag list is open, please send me an ask.

Internal thoughts are in italics.

Catch up with chapter 1

The week went on with only minor bumps along the way. You slowly started to navigate the lot with little to no problem. George, Christine or Edgar were always there to pick you up from your parking spot in the morning and to drop you off at night. Really you should walk since you spend a good portion of your day sitting. Maybe one day.

Your meeting with Monica after the table read went better than expected. She had worked on a few major films, so she was turning out to be a great resource while you got your feet wet on this size of a film. Your personalities seemed to mesh pretty well as you both were meticulously detail oriented when it came to work. Much the same couldn’t be said about your personal life, but one out of two wasn’t bad. Monica could easily fit into your friend group, you know, if you were looking to extend it. While you wanted to get along with your co-workers, your objective was to get that extended contract. This can only be accomplished if you didn’t fuck up. No drinking with co-workers, no getting too personal, and not getting too invested. If you could just follow these simple rules, you could survive this movie and have a good and solid job.

On Monday you were at the studio bright and early. Filming began today and you were pretty nervous. You’ve been through this before, but this was different. Not only was it larger than life, it felt larger than life.

“Good morning,” Monica greets you as you step out of your office and join her in the hallway.

“Morning,” you reply.

Knowing you’d be on your feet most of the day, you opted for your navy and orange sneakers, jeans, and a long-sleeved button up flannel with a simple white t-shirt underneath. That way, if you got hot, you could roll up the sleeves or take off the flannel all together and tie it around your waist. Monica was dressed similarly, opting to pull her long hair up in a loose bun.

“Listen,” she began, “the other day when I copped an attitude about you getting Chris and Keanu, sorry about that.” She sighed. “It’s just bullshit you know?”

All you could do was nod. You knew she meant the fact that she was single, she wasn’t getting to work directly with the two male leads. A lot of your time wasn’t even going to be spent with the actors, sure you’d be on set and if you had notes for them or they had notes for you, you’d speak on set or meet privately. A part of you felt guilty as you looked down to the ring on your finger. You pushed aside those feelings as you stepped onto set.

It was Thursday before you even had to meet with either actor. Most of your time was spent with the director and working with the set dressing team. There was so much going on that you were actually relieved that you had Monica working with you. The two of you met after each day to go over notes the two of you had made. There were no adult beverages consumed during said meetings, so you were still adhering to the rules you had made up.

It was late, well, late for being on set when filming wrapped two hours earlier. You had to meet with Keanu to go over the scene that was picking up again tomorrow. Meeting with Keanu! You may have internally squealed as you left your office and made you way to the actor trailers.

Chris and Keanu’s trailers were easy to identify as they were the largest on the lot and closest to get to from the soundstage. Knocking on the trailer’s door, his PA answered after the second knock.

“Come on in,” he says, stepping down the two stairs and keeping the door wide open. “I’m just leaving for the night.”

You hadn’t learned his name yet, so you offered a polite smile. “Have a good night.”

You stepped into Keanu’s trailer and closed the door behind you. Not seeing him immediately you stood by the door, albeit a little awkwardly.

“Ah-hi?”

Good lord. Apparently, your greetings are coming out like questions now. You’d seen him all week and while you didn’t interact, you were still your normal self. Of course, now is the time for you to freak out. Now, when no one else is around.

“I’ll be right out,” he shouts from a closed door. Most likely the bedroom you assume.

Keanu’s trailer was actually a little nicer than the first few apartments you lived in when you first moved to LA. The TV mounted to the wall is actually larger than your current TV. There’s a small kitchenette, bathroom, living space with a couch and a large reclining chair, a small table with two chairs pushed into it, and a bedroom, but you couldn’t see it, you know, because the door was closed. Two lamps, one next to the couch, and the other alongside the recliner illuminates the space. There’s a lit candle on the kitchen counter as well as one on the table. The space smells of a mix of fresh linen and lavender, and you quite enjoy it. You walk toward the kitchen where the lavender candle is burning and breathe it in deeply, hoping it relaxes you just a bit.

Hearing door open, you spin around to see a near naked and fresh from the shower Keanu and suddenly you’re a teenager again, begging your mom to take you to the video rental store to rent Speed for the fifth time. Okay, that’s not exactly true. He’s not naked. The part about the video rental store is most definitely true. He has on jeans, but they’re slung low on his hips. A gray t-shirt is in his hands and he hasn’t quite got it over his head yet. Most of his stomach and chest is exposed causing you to let out a bit of a whimper. You silently pray he didn’t hear it.

Jesus. Fuck. Get it together.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” He pulls the shirt over his head and it slowly falls down his stomach.

What did he say? Why can’t I hear anything?

Suddenly, the studio’s silly rules make a whole lot of sense. But, even if you were married, you’d probably have the same reaction.

He offers you a toothy grin and makes his way to the recliner, easing himself on to it. His hand gestures to the couch and you find yourself walking to it and manage to sit without falling on your butt.

“H-hi,” you stutter out.

He smiles again. It’s a polite smile which puts you at ease. You know you aren’t cool and you know he’s picking up on your nervousness. You clear your throat.

“So, um, scene one-thirty-four?” You ask, holding out the script in your hands.

“How’s it going?” He asks.

Your eyebrows knit together. “How’s the scene going?”

He chuckles. “No.” He shakes his head. “How are you liking it on set?”

“Oh. Ah, I’m really liking it. Everyone’s pretty nice and easy to work with. Monica, my counterpart, really knows her stuff.”

“Good. Good.” He nods his head. “What made you get into the business?”

Suddenly this was turning into an interview. But what were you going to do? Tell Keanu to get back to business. Nope.

“High school actually,” you said. “I tried out for Death of Salesman and pretty much made of a fool of myself. I was talked into doing crew rather than being on the stage. Turned out I loved it, and I haven’t looked back since.”

“It’s amazing when you can find what you love so early in life,” he replied, running a hand through his damp hair, pulling it away from his face.

Could he say the word love again?

“Ye-yeah,” you said breathlessly.

He slaps both hands on his thighs and leans forward, jarring you from your dream like state.

“Let me hear your notes on the scene,” he said.

An hour later you were walking out of his trailer, looking forward to getting home and taking a long nice bath before crawling into bed. You never would have imagined Keanu Reeves asking about your life and being so kind. You didn’t expect him to be a jerk, but generally actors kept to themselves or at the very least kept it business only with you.

“Y/N, is it?”

You spun around to see Chris Evans walking up to his trailer which was right next to the one you just came out of. This was your life.

“Yeah, it’s Y/N. Hi Chris,” you replied.

Look at you keeping it cool.

He abandoned his trailer and walked up to you. “What are you doing out here so late?”

“Just got done going over a scene with Keanu,” you said, pointing toward his trailer.

His hands went into the front pockets of his jeans and he bounced on his feet.

Maybe that’s his thing.

When he didn’t say anything, you decided you might as well continue on your walk to make your way back to your car.

“Well, have a goodnight, Chris.” You offered him a smile and started to walk away.

“Wa-wait,” he sputtered.

You stopped walking and turned back around again.

“Can I pick your brain for a bit?”

Pulling your phone out of your back pocket, you took a look at the time. It was almost nine. It would take you about forty minutes to get home. You took a breath and decided why not. You could take that bath tomorrow.

“Sure.” You gestured for him to go first with your hand.

Chris’ trailer was set up much the same as Keanu’s with the exception of a few framed photos and dog toys. A brown and white dog eagerly greeted you at the door as you walked in. You stuck your hand out for him to smell. You didn’t grow up with dogs, but your few interactions with them told you it’s what you do.

“That’s Dodger. Dodger, this is Y/N,” he said with a chuckle.

Dodger butted his head against your hand. You crouched down and gave him the attention he requested.

“Beer?” Chris asked.

“Nah. I’ve got to drive home tonight.”

You took a seat on his couch while his head was still in his fridge. He closed the fridge and walked over to the couch, two beers in his hand. He sat next to you and handed you one of the cans.

“I really shouldn’t,” you said, offering him the can back.

“Just one. Don’t make me drink alone.” He stuck out his bottom lip and gave you what you considered, sad puppy dog eyes.

Oh boy. There goes rule number one.

“Fine. But just one.”

Instantly his face went from sad to happy by putting on a huge smile. Cracking open his beer, he took a long sip before pulling a leg on the couch and angling his body toward yours.

“So, when’s the big day?”

Huh?

“Huh? What do you mean?”

His head nodded to your hand. “The wedding day.”

Oh, that. Shit.

“Um, next year,” you replied. You brought the beer to your lips and took a long sip.

Smooth.

“Exciting.”

You nodded and took another long drink from the can.

“What’s your fiancé’s name?”

Seriously? Should have figured this out prior to signing the contract. Think. Think! He’s looking at you!

“Travis. His name is Travis Johnson.”

Travis? You went with Travis. At least he’s a real person. Dumby.

“How long have you guys been together?”

“Three years, but I’ve known him for about seven.”

Change the subject. Think!

“Wow, seven? Friends to lovers kind of thing?” He chucked out the last part.

“Yeah. Something like that. So, what did you want to pick my brain about?” You took another long sip from the can and noticed it was nearly empty.

Good. Turn the conversation back to him.

“You,” he replied.

You coughed, choking on the beer in your mouth.

“Me?” You sputtered.

He let out a big laugh, his head fall back. “Yeah, figured we’d be working together the next couple of months, might as well get to know you.”

“Ah okay. Well, this has been fun, but my bed is calling me home.”

You started to stand up when he placed his hand on your knee, but then quickly removed it. A bashful smile on his face.

“You can’t go. You haven’t finished your beer and you haven’t asked me anything yet.”

This was the strangest night you’ve ever spent on set, so far at least.

Leaning back into the couch, you finished off your beer and then held it out causing Chris to smirk at your action. You rubbed your chin with your hand to indicate you were thinking. Some days you could be quite the smart ass.

“It’s not that difficult,” he chuckled.

You licked your lips. “Okay. Does Dodger have a girlfriend?”

It was Chris’ chance to spit out the beer in his mouth. “What?!” he practically howled at your question.

Shrugging your shoulders, you looked him square in his eyes and said “You heard me.”

“Oh my god,” he laughed. “No, Dodger doesn’t have time for a lady friend. Doggy friend? He’s single. We both are.”

You hummed in response. Why this man was single was beyond you. Okay, maybe that’s not true. He’s very handsome. Scratch that. Hot. He’s hot. He’s funny. He’s a good actor from the work you’ve seen him do this week and the two Avengers movies you’ve seen. Maybe he’s horrible in bed and that’s why he’s single. He’s probably a bad kisser too. One of those guys whose mouths are always wet. Probably not, but that’s what you’re going with.

“Another beer?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Got to drive, remember?”

“That’s right. Next time,” he said.

Next time?

“Ah, yeah. Next time.”

You stood up and gave Dodger a rub on the head before walking to the door. Chris stood up and quickly followed behind you.

“Thanks, for the beer, Chris.”

He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you. Chris Evans was hugging you. Once again, this was your life. You wrapped one arm around him to hug him back. He let go and smiled.

“Thanks for stopping by.”

You smile and nodded. He pushed open the door and held it open for you.

“Goodnight, Chris.”

“Night, Y/N.”

Yep, strangest night on set.

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bqstqnbruin · 4 years ago

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Always be my plus one teaser

Ok, here we are with the first ~1k of always be my plus one, so hopefully y'all enjoy this

WARNING: mentions of child birth

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Christmas Day and the day after Christmas

December 21, 2021

“One fifteen means fifteen minutes before I have to clock in. Ten minutes before a twelve hour shift that I’m not ready for and don’t have enough caffeine for,” Anne muttered to herself, staring at her reflection through her car's rear view mirror. “But, fifteen minutes before getting to do something that I thankfully love, something that I enjoy doing.” No matter how long the shift in front of her, Anne had developed a habit of giving herself a pep talk before she got out of her car. “Whatever happens, you’ve helped someone.”

The last part wasn’t always true, knowing that there was the possibility that something could go wrong that she and the other nurses and doctors wouldn’t be able to fix. Lying to herself that everything was going to be ok was the only want to convince herself to go into the hospital everyday. Finally mustering up enough courage to get out of her car, she grabs her bag from the backseat, heading in for yet another long day right before the Christmas holiday.

“Shit,” she says, not looking up from the brown splatter on what should be mint green scrubs. “I am so sorry.”

Standing in front of her was a curly haired boy, about her age, wearing what she was sure was a Colorado hockey jersey. Beyond that, she had no idea. “No, no, it’s my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Let me buy you another,” he offers, ignoring the persistent calls from his friends to hurry up.

Anne checks her watch: 1:19. “It’s ok. I don’t really have the time, I have to clock in in eleven minutes, and knowing the cafeteria or the vending machines, it would take a lot longer,” she says, trying to get by him. Before he can protest, she gets to the elevator that would bring her to her floor, thankful that it was ready to get her there without her having to wait. The doors start to close, only to be stopped by a hand stuck through them, the curly haired boy with the coffee stain down the front of him getting on the elevator with her. Anne gives him a confused look, begging him to explain why he was trying to make her late for her shift.

“If you aren’t going to let me buy you one now to make up for it, at least let me see where you work so I can drop one off for you.”

“Let me get your number so I can buy you one when you aren’t working?” he asks, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. 1:25. “I’m Tyson, by the way.”

The elevator dings, signaling that they were on Anne’s floor, opening the door to nurses and doctors running around, expectant fathers who were probably kicked out of the delivery room for making the mom too nervous pacing the halls, grandparents trying to control younger children who had little to no idea what was going on as they waited in the strange building. Anne walks to the back room to drop her stuff off and clock in, typing her information into the stranger’s phone as he followed her like a puppy, his friend’s texts coming across the top of his screen asking where he went so they could leave.

“Can’t wait for our coffee date, Anne,” he says, winking at her before shoving his hands in his pockets and sauntering back down the hallway.

“Who is he?” her coworker, Jess asked, popping up out of nowhere. “He’s hot.”

“In more ways than one, apparently,” Anne jokes, “he’s also wearing my hot coffee on his shirt.”

“Not on purpose!”

“DeFormicola?” Anne’s supervisor, Jackson, pops his head into the room just as she was clocking in, “We need you in room 414.”

“Ok, Erin, we’re going to need you to push,” one of the doctors says, Anne standing behind him as she watched the baby’s head crowning.

“It’s a boy!” the doctor says, handing the new baby to a breathless Erin.

“A boy! A boy!” the dad yells, going out to the hallway, Erin clearly unamused by whatever antics he was going about.

“Be careful with him,” Erin warns, not meaning anything bad by it. She was definitely a first time mother.

“I will be,” Anne tells her, feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket as she does. “So you have a name picked out yet?”

“We were thinking Matthew.”

Anne turns her head, smiling at Erin. “That’s a good name. My older brother is named Matthew.”

“He’s already texting me,” she alerts Jess whose head whips away from her computer to look over Anne’s shoulder at what message the mystery man could have sent her.

“He’s horny.”

“Jessica!” she squeals, wishing she was more shocked by what her friend had said. “Why is that always your first reaction to a boy sending a message?”

She shrugs, swiveling back to her own computer, “I’m normally right. What’s he saying?”

“He wants to know when he can buy me coffee.”

“Horny.”

“Enough.”

“You should date him.”

Anne turns to her, clearly unamused by Jess’s need to continue the conversation. “I don’t have to date anyone.”

Jess lets out a long sigh, Anne knowing that she was rolling her eyes. “I’m not saying you have to, I’m saying you should.”

“Ok, I don’t want to date anyone.”

“Oh, come on Anne,” Jess says, getting up and plopping herself on the desk in front of Anne, fiddling with the wire connecting the mouse to the rest of the computer. “You work in a maternity ward where people become parents everyday, and you haven’t even thought of finding a man?”

“You don’t have a point,” Anne tells her, not making eye contact with her.

“My point,” Jess says, leaning over to block Anne’s view of her computer screen, “is that you can’t be single forever.”

“Says who?”

“Didn’t you tell me that you were named after the patron saint of the town your grandmothers were from?”

“St. Anne is the patron saint of child care, grandparents and mothers.”

“She’s also that patron saint of unmarried women, so your argument is invalid, as usual.”

Anne leans back in the chair, rubbing her hands over her face. “This is how Christmas is going to go, isn’t it?” she asks herself.

#tyson and anne #tyson jost #tyson jost fic #tyson jost oc fic #colorado avalanche #colorado avalanche fic #i have no idea how to tag this someone help

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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It's a rich mans world (Brooke/Detox/Vanjie) - Part 1 - TheDane

A/N A gift for my darling @barbiehytes. Betaed by PoppedtheP

Detox hates the company party, but as her wife spots a sweet little thing, who is she to deny her anything?

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Vanessa groaned as she shifted her shoulders, desperately trying and failing to get comfortable as a polyester seam dug into her side. For a hotel that had crystal glasses, they should really be able to afford to give their waiter staff cotton uniforms.

“You’re needed for cleanup outside.”

Vanessa put on her best smile as the manager Brita told her what to do with a point of her thumb. The New Yorker was a bit brash, but Vanessa couldn’t help but love how her giant smile always managed to take over her entire face.

She wasn’t supposed to be on shift, wasn’t actually even working for the hotel anymore, but she was covering for A’keria whose nephew had broken his arm again again, the little boy always climbing every tree, playground or even building he could find.

Vanessa made her way through the crowd of lawyers who all stood around in their fanciest dresses, none of them noticing the small woman in a waiter uniform who zoomed in between them.

Some giant law firm was celebrating something or another. Vanessa hadn’t exactly listened as she had been briefed.

A rich asshole was a rich asshole, and as far as Vanessa was concerned the only interesting thing about a night like tonight was watching the arm candies, glamorous women and even glittery men carried around like they were trophies, wives and husbands, boyfriends and girlfriends shown off like prizes.

Vanessa had told herself that she was done with this place, was done with being overlooked, was done with rich assholes that all acted like she didn’t exist, but A’keria had called her up, a desperate tint in her voice, and who was Vanessa to deny her best friend anything?

One of her best friends that is.

Vanessa could just about see Silky on the edge of the crowd, the large woman who made up the other half of her nearest and dearest working security for the night. She waved quickly, Silky smiling back at her and tipping the little cap on her head.

Vanessa grabbed the door to the terrace with one hand, quickly checking her makeup in the black window.

Her Dream Girls had made fun of her love for makeup at first and laughed when she told them she’d do makeup on celebrities one day.

Vanessa would have been mad, would have felt hurt, but A’keria was the one who had found the advert for MAC, and Silky had given her the ride there, all three of them popping a bottle of champagne to celebrate when she was offered the job, and promptly switching to vodka when they realised that none of them liked the bubbles.

The outside was pleasantly cold, but Brita was absolutely right in her assessment to send Vanessa out to clean.

“Excuse me Miss-” Vanessa put on her best white people voice as she spoke to one of the smokers who was hanging out on the balcony. “May I take your glass?”

Vanessa hated having to pretend to be someone she was not, a fuck or a bitch always dancing at the tip of her tongue when she had to play nice.

She had to pretend to be someone else at MAC too, but her new supervisor already left her do so much more of what she wanted, her makeup wild and colorful every single day unlike the beige nightmare she felt she had on her face, even though she knew she looked God damned good.

“Fuck-” Vanessa cursed on her breath as she tried to fish a napkin out of a cocktail glass. She hated when people did that, touching nasty wet napkins one of the banes of her existence. “Come here you lil bitch, don’t you go acting-”

She was aware it was probably done to be polite, maybe even nice, but it was disgusting as shit, and Vanessa was halfway glad that she hadn’t gotten her nails done, the manicure ruined if she had been wearing one, not that she couldn’t since she was tragically, completely and fully single, and it sucked.

Vanessa still missed her last girlfriend Aquaria sometimes, but she was too proud to call her, though she still checked in on her Instagram once in a while from a dummy account she had set up for that exact purpose.

“Babe-”

Vanessa heard the groan come from directly behind her, and she froze in place. It was a distinctly feminine voice, but she thought everyone had gone inside.

She turned slowly, looking over her shoulder, and she was met with an absolutely stunning display.

Two exquisite women were tucked into a little alcove slightly to the side.

One of them had short brown hair and a sharp nose. One big golden earring dangled from her lobe, her body wrapped in a form fitting purple suit and it would have been business boring if it wasn’t for the fact that she was clearly wearing nothing beneath it, the fabric laying perfectly on the globe of her tits.

“Just a sip.” If anyone else had said it, Vanessa would have categorised it as a whine, but coming from this woman it was somehow both demanding and enchanting, her voice filled with untold promises.

“No.”

Vanessa couldn’t see the face of the other woman, but what she could see was gorgeous blonde locks cascading over her shoulders and down down down all the way to her waist. The back of the blonde silver dress was open, smooth white skin on open display, strong back muscles flexing every time she moved.

Vanessa knew instantly that their clothes cost more than her annual rent, and as she looked on, the brunette reached out, attempting to grab the glass in the blondes hand, but she held it up and out of her reach, the inches she had on the brunette claiming her victory.

“D you know your doctor told you not to drink.”

“My doctor isn’t here,” The brunette, D, ran a hand up the blondes arm, and Vanessa could see her shiver, her palm sliding over flesh, “and if he was-” D pulled the arm down, the glass disappearing from sight, “he’d tell me that with all of these assholes around, I should be allowed.”

“You’ve never enjoyed big gatherings.” The blonde giggled, her resolve apparently melting as she moved her arm, and Vanessa shuffled to the side, so very aware she shouldn’t look, but she was unable to tear her eyes away.

D took a drink from the glass, her long elegant fingers intertwined with the blondes on the glass, glittering rings telling Vanessa that they were either married, or the most casual cheaters she had ever witnessed.

“Fuck that hits the spot.” D groaned as she savored her drink. She leaned in for more, but the blonde stopped her.

“No.”

“Brooke Lynn-” Vanessa straightened her back. D and Brooke Lynn. What strange names.

“Don’t call me that.”

“You’ve already given me one.” D smirked. “What can one more sip really do?”

“Your stress levels are too high. You know that” Brooke Lynn’s voice was soft, tender, filled with love.

“Concern for my health?” D raised an eyebrow, her eyes glinting, her lips slightly parted, and Vanessa could see how Brooke Lynn looked down. Before D could react however, Brooke Lynn’s mode changed completely, the blonde putting the glass to her lips and chucking the liquid, leaving D behind with her mouth hanging open.

“You little bitch!”

Brooke Lynn’s giggle carried in the cold evening air, and Vanessa was sure she could get addicted to the sound. “Best behaviors.”

“That’s what you call this?” D put her arms around Brooke Lynn’s waist, turning them around and Vanessa almost gasped as she got an eyeful of D’s ass in her pants, the fabric straining to contain the globes.

She saw Brooke Lynn’s face for the first time, her eyes a gorgeous blue, but what Vanessa couldn’t help but focus on was her lips. They were plush perfection, painted in the most delicious shade of pink, begging to be played with by teeth or forced between legs.

“D-” Brooke Lynn was protesting, another laugh leaving her as D reached under her dress. Vanessa was almost expecting her to go for her panties, and her own fingers tightened on the rim of her tray, wondering desperately if she should make her escape as she felt her own heat collect in her belly, but then, D was pulling Brooke Lynn’s skirt up, and Vanessa saw a pack of cigarettes that were fastened to Brooke Lynn’s garterbelt.

“My my my-” D reached and Vanessa almost squealed as she saw the fingers so close to the snap, the entire thing most of all like the plot of a lesbian porn made for straight guys. Instead, D took the pack, switching it from one hand to the other and tapping it against Brooke Lynn’s nose.

“Babe-”

“What have we here?” Vanessa could hear the smirk in D’s voice, her smug satisfaction at calling Brooke Lynn out.

“We’re at a party.” Brooke Lynn tilted her chin, her blue eyes shining with defiance. Vanessa was almost sure D and Brooke Lynn was married, the way they acted around each other not how you behaved with strangers or secrets, but they clearly still played with each other, still challenged each other and Vanessa felt a brief stab to her stomach, her chest tight with jealousy.

“Where are you hiding the lighter?”

“What makes you think I have one?”

“Come on Brookie-” D was still holding her against the wall, her hand still on her thigh, Brooke Lynn’s sheer white pantines just peeking out from underneath her skirt, her stocking still held in place.

“Where is it? Is it in your bra?” D leaned down, her free hand running over her stomach and up to squeeze her breast, but Brooke Lynn smacked her hand away before D had a chance to feel around, which caused her to laugh loudly.

“Babe-” This was the first time Vanessa had heard D use the nickname, her voice filled with teasing affection.

“I’ll behave if you do.”

“Is that a promise?” D smirked, and Brooke Lynn blushed slightly. D moved even closing, pressing herself in between Brooke Lynn’s legs, the other woman now fully trapped against the wall. “Best behavior tonight. Right gorgeous?”

Brooke Lynn titled her head up, their lips meeting in a kiss, and Vanessa ran, her tray forgotten on the balcony.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #detox icunt #branjie #brooke x detox x vanessa #smut #it's a rich man's world #iirmw #thedane #poly #rare pair

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crispychrissy · 6 years ago

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Sex & Mr. Smith

Summary: Dean Smith ventures down to the IT department and comes across a new employee flirting with another worker. Pairing: Dean Smith x Reader Word Count: 1440 Warnings: Sexuality, smut, spanking, dom!Dean, fluff A/N: This takes care of the Dean Smith square for @spnkinkbingo! I really didn’t know where to take this to keep it unique, since we only have one episode of Dean Smith and ideas and storylines are limited. I hope I did it justice, though, and I hope you enjoy! POV change is marked with asterisks. This was beta’d by the lovely @dean-winchesters-bacon.

Dean rarely ventured down to the IT floor, but ever since the espresso machine in the executive break room decided to start making cold coffee, he had to venture down to the sea of cubicles and yellow shirts that was the IT department. They had the only other espresso machine in the building aside from the small shop downstairs, and Dean wasn’t about to pay for something he could get for free.

Several eyes were on him as he made his way toward the break room, but he ignored them, focusing on his desperate need of late morning caffeine. Y/N, one of the newly hired productivity managers, was outside the break room speaking to a tall man with long brown hair. The two seemed close; she was giggling and putting her hand on his arm with almost everything he said.

As he walked by, Dean couldn’t help but hear part of their conversation.

“Four times a week, huh?” Y/N all but purred. “Getting all sweaty and hot like that? I don’t think I could handle that kind of cardio.”

The man she was speaking to laughed nervously. “Uhh, yeah, I mean, I’ve got some pretty good stamina so I can sometimes do five or six times a week, too.”

“Oh come on, Sam. Don’t be modest. You’re huge,” Y/N practically moaned. Dean glanced over as he made his coffee, and her eyes met his. “All of that hard work in the gym really pays off, huh?” The playful smirk that spread across her lips made Dean shake his head and finish pouring the frothy skim milk into his espresso before leaving the room.

“Wesson,” one of the floor supervisors shouted as Dean walked by, “break’s over, get back to work!”

Sam groaned, but waved his hand in acknowledgement. “I’ll talk to you later, Y/N.”

***

As Sam walked away, you couldn’t help but smile. He was a nice kid, really knew his stuff and didn’t deserve to be stuck in this kind of tech support job where ninety-eight percent of all the calls can be solved by turning it off and then turning it back on again. But, your break was unfortunately over as well, so you began walking back to your office on the other side of the building.

Distracted by the rows and rows of cubicles, you didn’t notice the supply closet door to your left when it opened, but you sure as hell felt it when someone pulled you by your arm into the room before closing the door behind you.

“What the fuck!” you shrieked, slapping your hands wildly at the person who grabbed you.

“Y/N!” Dean grabbed your wrists, stopping your movements. “Relax, it’s me.”

“Don’t do that,” you hissed. “You scared the crap out of me.”

“Sorry, sweetheart.” Dean bit his lower lip and pushed his pelvis against yours. “I didn’t want anyone to see us meeting in an official capacity since we technically have no reason to, and I’ve been so busy that I barely have time to go to the can, let alone meet with my wife off the books during the work day. Had to improvise.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you ground down against the bulge in his dress pants. “Aww, poor baby.”

Dean growled and fisted a hand in the back of your hair. He pulled hard, making you mewl as your head jerked backward. “Bad girl. I hired you to work undercover and find out who’s been selling company secrets to my competitors, not flirt with tall IT lackeys.”

“We were talking about his workout regimine,” you whispered innocently, looking up at your husband with a defiant stare.

Dean raised his eyebrows at your perceived challenge before flipping you around and shoving you against the shelves of cleaning supplies, grinding his cock against your ass. “Sassing me? That’s ten, pretty girl.”

Obediently, you wiggled your ass backward so it was sticking out. Dean stepped back and lifted your skirt, exposing the lace panties that covered your round ass. Dean gripped your ass with both hands, his thumbs dipping between your legs and rubbing your panties against the lips of your pussy, making you moan softly.

Dean’s hand appeared in front of you, covering your mouth, before he began. His other hand came down hard on your left ass cheek, making you jump and yelp against his hand. Your skin was tingling from the impact, but he didn’t give you time to relax before bringing his hand down again on your right cheek this time. Each slap after that alternated between your cheeks, and by the time he finished with the tenth slap, you were panting against his hand and dripping in your panties.

“Do you think you’ve earned my cock, baby?” Dean whispered against the shell of your ear.

“P-please, sir,” you rasped, “please can I have your cock?”

Dean didn’t reply, but you heard the metal of his belt and the hiss of a zipper before your panties were pulled down and the thick head of his cock was pressing against your opening. Dean didn’t give you a chance to savor the feeling of the first slow slide in. He gripped your hips and pulled you back against him, making his cock slam deep inside you, pressing almost painfully against your cervix and making you gasp.

“Dean!” you squealed.

Dean replied with a growl he began a bruising pace. Small squeaks and moans spilled from your lips as Dean fucked you like a wild animal, your arms shaking the flimsy metal of the shelf you were braced against. His hand slipped between your legs, rubbing rapidly over your clit.

“D-Dean, fuck, gonna… mmm… can I come?” you whimpered, teetering dangerously on the edge of climax.

“Beg, pretty girl,” Dean growled in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, almost making you come then and there.

“Please, Dean. Please let me come on your cock,” you pleaded, almost on the verge of tears. “I wanna feel you fill me up, I’ve been such a good girl!”

Dean moaned at your words and you could feel him smile against your neck before sweeping your hair to the side and kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear. Dean’s finger returned to your clit and began rubbing fast, your slick making an obscene wet squelching noise.

“Come.”

Biting your arm to prevent yourself from shouting, you came so hard your legs began to shake and you would have hit the floor if Dean didn’t wrap and arm around your waist to keep you standing. His thrusts got more aggressive and he groaned before slamming forward and stilling, filling your pussy with his spendings.

The two of you stood there motionless, heavy breathing the only sound in the room, until Dean pulled free with a hiss. His cum dripped out of your pussy and down the inside of your thighs, and he chuckled at the sight before grabbing some paper towels and cleaning you up.

Dean tucked himself back into his dress slacks and you gave him a shy smile as you pulled your panties back up and smoothed out your skirt. The dirty paper towels were discarded, and Dean pressed a kiss to your lips, smoothing out your sex-tossled hair.

“Never pegged you as the ‘sex-at-work’ type,” you mused, beaming at him. His hair was heavily gelled and you desperately wanted to run your fingers through it, but couldn’t risk messing up how it was styled.

“Well, when your wife is flirting with another man and decides to sass you, you have to take things into your own hands,” Dean murmured with a shrug.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed him. “Well, I kinda liked it. My ass is throbbing, though, so it’s going to make my eleven o’clock meeting a little awkward. We’re in the west conference room, the one with the really uncomfortable wooden chairs? Yeah, not fun with a freshly spanked ass.”

Dean checked his watch and his eyes widened. “It’s eleven-oh-six, baby. Better get that sensitive ass to your meeting.”

“Shit!” You smashed your lips against Dean’s before opening the door and, after looking both ways and making sure nobody was watching, speed walking down the hallway toward the conference room.

You turned around and gave Dean a wink as he emerged from the supply closet before you disappeared around the corner. You were secretly excited about being able to feel the spanking Dean gave you every time you shifted in your seat during the meeting, but maybe you’d return the favor once you both got home that evening.

***

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Dean/Jensen: @akshi8278 @adoptdontshoppets @focusonspn @spnwoman @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @sandlee44 @spn--imagines @sadwaywardkid @roonyxx @blackcherrywhiskey @thefaithfulwriter

#dean smith x reader #reader insert #spnkinkbingo #dean smith #AU #sandover #spn fanfic #supernatural #kink bingo

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gamesofmuggles · 6 years ago

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Camp! A Steve Harrington imagine

Plot *not requested* : you always worked at the science camp in the summer, what was your surprised when Dustin succeeds to make Steve Harrington hired for the job as well. you even will have the chance to sleep in a tent with him, wonderful isn’t?

warning : none i believe

words : 2,519

You dragged the heavy bag on your shoulder on the parking lot. A few of the children were already here, checking their bags with their parents, kissing goodbye. You search for Dustin, everyone favorite little camper, he was getting his bag of a car. You went and greets some parents, reassuring some of them, and listing everyone’s name. « Ayoooooooo » you looked up from your notebook, Dustin all smile - still no teeth - was looking brightly at you. You winked at him, and glimpse to your cowboy hat. « So what do you think? » « I love it,» he said standing on his feet to reach the hat and try it himself. You laughed at him and nearly choked when you saw the chef of the camp handing Steve a badge. « What is your friend doing? » you asked offended to Dustin. « Oh yeah, he’s gonna work with you, I help him getting the job » he answers suddenly focusing on his talkie walkie. « Are you kidding me? This is a real job! When did he found an interest in watching kids in a camp, and science! » you said lowering your voice to the parents nearby. « He’s fine Y/N, I’m sure your gonna find him really qualified, he’s my best friend after all » You rolled your eyes and left Dustin to walk toward your boss and Steve. « Hiiiii » you said with a lovely voice, hugging your supervisor and taking some health news. « Let me introduce you to our new recruit! » he said. You turn to Steve who was looking at you like he won some fucking price. « Ohh, aren’t you the guy I saw walking around kids with a bat? » Mr. Kirby the instructor frowned his eyebrow and glare to the both of you. « Hahahah » Steve faked a laugh. « I don’t, that’s not, probably someone else,» he said between his teeth, and you smirk finding you very funny. As the instructor left, you erased your smile. « Why are you here? since when you’re safe around children? » « Hey, for your information, I saved those children much time in the last week » you were in a eyes fight, you didn’t want to blink and his neither, your faces was extremely closed for no reason. « I’m taking this business seriously, if I’m getting in a mess because of you, I’ll kick your ass » « Dustin won’t let you do it,» he said a proud face. « Cute, a bodyguard for those awesome curls,» you said brushing one of his hair falling down. Truly, you didn’t know why you touch him, well his hair, but you both went extremely awkward after it and relieved when a parent went to ask you a question.

Steve was driving one of the van and you were and the passenger seat, half shouting at children because of the mess they made or cheering camp songs with them. When the road was a straight line, Steve leaves himself watching you. The opened window flew your hair around the corner of your face, you were still wearing the cowboy hat, a hat that keeps him from seeing your eyes. You were an outdoor girl he could see that at the color on your face, and some freckles popping from the sun. « Steve » he shocked his head. « Look at the road please,» you said a shy smile before turning to the window on your right.

After a while, you stopped at a restaurant near the road, the kids ruined out of the wan to rush themselves on the blue banquet near the window.

You ordered coffee, the only thing you need to survive for three weeks. You sit, a leg under your body getting out your notebook. « So, if you’re here, let me tell you everything you need » Steve sip on his blue mug, was everything blue in here? He was drinking your words, literally drinking, your voice went softer than earlier. « So, Carla has a peanut allergy, not very strong but keep it in mind. Next Taron he snorts really loudly, like really loudly so I always put my tent the opposite of him... » She keeps going, and he nods sometimes. She stopped in her sentence to look at a table. « Well, well, well » Steve turned to lean on the seat, his mouth wide opened, horrified. « Is Dustin talking to a GIRL? » « Yes, so? She’s cute » " Those kids are definitely gonna sneak in each other tent" wave Steve in disapproval. "We're here to take care of that" you smiled, amused. "I hope the tents are not mixt," he said looking at all the pre-teenagers running around. « Wait, a godman minute.. » you stood completive. « I was about to say, no the tents are only girls and girls and boys and boys, except for the supervisor,» you said a deadly look on your eyes, thinking about sleeping next to Steve Harrington for three, long, night. « Yeah, and? » You bushed a tiny bit, thinking about many times he must have sleep next to a girl, while you only sleep next to your physics books. « Bold of you to assume I want to share my tent with you » you smirk as he drops on your level « Bold of me to assume you would prefer to sleep with Mister Kirby » you both turned to your chief, burping and scratching his back. « Urgh,» you said in a disgusting face. « I’m a perfect gentleman, you could do much more worse than me,» you said brushing your hair back like you did before and he stood up clapping in his hands. « Alright kids, let’s go the van, go go! »

You arrived at the camp, it was really beautiful one of your favorite place. The send of the pine, the lack nearby, what a joy. The children team up to sleep in the same tent and everybody was busy trying to build an adequate tent. « You never build a tent I presume,» you said angrily trying to make it stand. « Well, you’re 100% wrong, I’d sleep all the time in the garden when I was little » he helps you and in a few seconds it was standing properly and you secure it on the ground. « I’ve seen your house, it’s huge why you’d sleep in your garden? » he cough, a smile of embarrassment on his face. « Hm, probably to not hear my parents fight » « oh » you found yourself pretty stupid to ask that, and you would gladly pin yourself on the floor as well as the tent. When you finished you helped the other ones with their tasks, and everybody ruined to jump in the lac for a swim. You watched Steve pushing everyone in the water, fighting and laughing with them. You said fuck it and took off your clothing before bombing in the water. You ended the day with a big dinner of sandwichs around a fire, Steve was doing incredibly well. The kids start going to their tent while you cleaned the mess. « Are you sad Dustin found a new friend to hand with? » Steve turned to his BFF, who whispered something in Suzie’s ear. « No,» he said with a tint of a lie in his voice, you smirk. « It’s time to make friends your age Harrington » « Unfortunately I think the only choice for the next week, is you » he shot an empty can in the improvised bin and you laugh sarcastically at him. « We are partners »

You were so tired, you lay down in your tent appreciating the calm of nature when Steve basically jumps with a big noise in it. You grumble at his entrance. « I want to sleep » you moan the head in your pillow. « In your clothes? » you turned quickly to him, firring him with your eyes. « I’m not saying to get you naked! » he yelled in his defense. « Shhh » you said banging your hands on his mouth. « Let’s no wake up the kids, and for more make them things we do dirty stuff shall we » « Turn around then » you grab some teeshirt in your bags while Steve turned to the back of the tent, you quickly took all the clothes you could in 5s really. Steve sigh, showing he was annoyed in the corner, he probably shouldn’t but he glance a little to see that your shoulder was cover in freckles, your soft hair brushing your skin. He cough « yeah yeah you can turn,» you said already covering your body with the cover. « You don’t have to cover like that, it’s not I'm gonna check you out,» said Steve trying to feel detached, you turn wishing him goodnight to cover the fact that your eyes watered a bit after that. Steve hated himself all night long, why was he so stupid? You waked up before him, he was sleeping his mouth opened and you let out a tiny giggle before remembering his words last night, you shook him a bit and you went on preparing the breakfast.

In the afternoon, Steve comes to you panicked. « What’s up,» you asked busy with your kids, he leaned newt to your ear and you felt his warm skin after the day outside « I lied » you wave your head not understanding. « I said I like science and I’m good at it, Dustin help me to get the job, but I can’t talk to them about it, I know nothing » « Oh honey.. » you susurrate. « Please, please help me » he was begging, with his soft eyes looking at yours. « Ok, what did you say was your specialty at the interview? » « Hm, Biology?! » he said biting his lips nervously. You rolled your eyes. « Stop judging, and help me partner » you explained something real quick to him and proposed an idea of activity with his group. « You’re a life savior » he kissed you quickly on the cheek and run applied your advice. « Is that your boyfriend?» asked one of your kids. « No, it’s not » you replied in the same time Dustin explained « Soon »

At the end of the day, the storm arrived and you predicted rain. It was not long before you were right. Kids ruined to their tent, and those who weren’t well attached enough was fixed thanks to you and Steve. Your all body was wet and you shiver grabbing some clothes the kids left and hide them safe, before you two rushed to your tent, putting water everywhere. You gasp, looking at both of your faces and laughed at that. « I’m gonna change, you know the drill » Steve turned and you changed quickly while putting jogging on Steve spoked « You know when I said I not gonna check you out? » « Yes, I remember vividly,» you said both of you turning your back at each other. « I mean, that’s the opposite, NOT THAT I CHECKED YOU OUT » he quickly adds, breathing between the words. « It’s alright » you tap his shoulder so he would turn. He lifts his teeshirt getting rid of the wet, and you face his bare body and blink at it. « It’s not like I’m gonna check you out too,» you said out loud. « I’ll let you,» he said with a wink, and you curl your top lips on the emotion.

During the day you wear one of his sweatshirt he let you borrowed because you were cold, and everybody starts asking you questions, kids… Steve couldn’t, just couldn’t focus on something else than YOU wearing HIS clothes. He was amazed at how you treated the kids with empathy and you help them learned things, wow your mind. How organized you were in the outside but a mess on the inside, sweet but also with that temper he wants to grab you and kiss you all the time. You know when you saw someone you liked so much you wanted to scream? Yeah, Steve feels that.

The night came and you were playing cards in the tend with Steve kicking his ass. You stop suddenly. « Did you hear something? » « Nah,» he said cluelessly. You opened the zipper of the tent and saw some shadow going out. « HEY » you screamed and you start running, following the laugh, Steve starts chasing after you and you saw a bunch of kiddos ruining to the lake. Damn it kids can be so annoying, and you didn’t like to run at all. Out of breathing the kids stop at the lac. « WHAT THE HELL » you screamed and they laughed. « Am I funny to you? » Steve arrived, his hair a mess, and he left a shoe on the way. « We just wanted to have fun at night, can we? » Suzie was holding Dustin's hands and you melt, you looked at Steve who wasn’t mad at all. « You just could have asked, you know I’m always down for a midnight swim » the kids screamed of joy and jumped on the water. « NOT TOO FAR SO WE CAN SEE YOU » you yelled at them.

« You don’t want to swim? » he asked almost ready to take off all his clothes. « I’m, not wearing any underwear,» you said blushing, luckily the night hide it from him. « Oh » you stood next to each other with no words, with the laugh of the kids in the water. Steve thought it was such a beautiful night that he had to do something. « Look at all those stars,» he said pointing to the sky, you looked up and he glanced at you with your wide smile and the reflection of the light in your eyes. While you looked up, Steve gently took your head in his hand, you were caught by surprise. « Can I.. » « Yes,» you said a desperate whisper between your lips, ready since the first day even if you didn’t admit it. His lips were full and soft like you imagined it, the kids cheered in the water and you heard it when you pulled yourself from Steve. You both turned in silent toward the kids again. « Can I hold your hands? » « Yes, I have an other one free » He holds your hands tight, still euphoric under the moon.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine #joe keery #stranger things steve #dustin henderson #dustin henderson x suzie #dustin henderson imagine #dustin x steve #steve x reader #steve harrington fanfiction #eleven #mike wheeler #jim hopper

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ssweeneys · 5 years ago

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i’m having a REALLY bad day

or really past couple of weeks where work is concerned and i just wanna vent bc you know sometimes people out there in the working world understand ya know???

its long, beware. idek if i’ll keep this up its more so for me to just let it out.

so like i’m an office admin for a company (we’ll leave it nameless for protection purposes) and like i supervise receptionists for my office so i’m kinda an office manager but not technically? if that makes sense.

anyway. people these days just don’t want to fucking work like EVER and like to start jobs and then up and vanish to collect that unemployment which to me is really just dumb since there are rules to it in every state and nine times out of ten you’re making like 60% of what your normal paycheck would be and thats surely not enough to live on, so like ??? i don’t get it.

there’s been a constant rotation of receptionists come and go over the last couple of months and two girls who work for me have stepped in on numerous occasions. one lady is in her 60s and doesn’t know anything about computers and is kind of dense?? to say the least. nothing against old ladies. i actually find a majority of them cute or hilarious bc they say what they think and dont give a f*ck who it offends and sometimes that blunt honesty is refreshing and you just need it in a world where people bullshit you 24/7 to further themselves for selfish gain and yaddy yada

anyways.. over recent weeks she’s become more and more intolerable to deal with. i ask her to do things and she gives me attitude and its like the simplest of things.. like email this person, make sure you let this person know they got a package, etc, etc. she can’t do even the most basic of tasks without screwing up. her attitude is just atrocious.

and due to people coming and going i’ve had to alter our schedule a lot. recently, one girl requested off so i adjusted the older lady’s hours (lets call her--carla) mind you carla only works 1 day a week and i’ve been super generous in giving her the entire week of christmas off so -- yeah.

anyways the girl who requested off (we’ll call her nicole) told me she didnt need those days off anymore and so i fixed the schedule one more time to her original days/hours.

now, i print off the schedule every time a change is made and whoever is at the reception desk i tell them to let the other girls know and post it right by the computer they sit at every day so theres no excuse for anyone to say i didnt make them aware. well carla is not the brightest bulb as we already established and she doesnt pay attention so we pretty much have to coddle her apparently and make sure she understands (although its pointless bc she doesnt no matter how hard you try to explain something to her) ANYWAYS she comes in on nicoles day when she wasnt supposed to anymore bc the schedule was fixed, posted, etc. and she gets mad when i ask her why shes there. and yes, i understand that the rotation has fucked us all over and up in so many ways. she is not the only victim here. this has been stressing me out left and right and to no end for MONTHSSSSS. so like i get it? i’m sympathetic to that. i understand the confusion and frustration, i’m right there with them.

HOWEVER, because she’s annoyed/mad/whatever she gives me attitude all day yesterday and is flagrantly disrespectful. i’m her supervisor, regardless is someone upsets you, act professional.

but she doesn’t. we know that. or at least I DO. anyhow.. she’s mad. she’s pissed off right? she’s got an attitude. she sees the new schedule, she brings it to me in my office and asks if its the correct one for tomorrow WHICH SHE IS ON!!! let me make that clear. she was on. she asks if its correct, i’m in the middle of composing an email so i take a moment to respond ‘yes’ she huffs, storms off and goes “you know what? nevermind” i’m like.... okay?? i brush it off. i’ve been brushing off her poor attitude all damn day and i dont say A THING. BC I GET IT. I UNDERSTAND. IM SYMPATHETIC TO THAT. we all have bad days. we all get a little frustrated sometimes. we’re human, yeah?

yeah. right. ok.

so then like... carla is working the morning shift for nicole. both carla and nicole showed up. carla pitched a fit bc she came in and was already there and didnt want to go home so nicole was so sweet about it and said thats okay, she can work i understand. bc even though nicole is like half her age, she’s MATURE.

at this point i dont even understand why carla is so upset? she got to stay. she got the hours. she’ll be making the money. all is good right? WRONG.

when the next girl comes in for the afternoon shift, i over hear carla telling her about the mishap that happened that morning (yesterday) and my office is literally maybe 6-7 feet from the front desk so i can hear EVERYTHING that goes on. i mean this is my job. i’m pretty much in charge of making sure the office is running, our employees are happy, etc.

so yeah i over hear carla telling this girl that and i quote “yeah nicole came in this morning and the schedule was switched around and i stayed because i was already here. (then something unintelligible I cant make out bc her voice lowers) you know, it really pisses me off that this keeps happening.”

SHE SAID THIS. TO A NEW GIRL. MAKING ME, NICOLE, EVERYONE LOOK BAD EVEN THOUGH SHE GOT WHAT SHE WANTED, NICOLE APOLOGIZED, I APOLOGIZED FOR THE MISHAP, IVE DONE EVERYTHING FOR THIS LADY TO PACIFY HER OR WORK WITH HER OR COMPENSATE HER.

so its so infuriating, disrespectful and really downright disgusting for her to trash me, my name, etc to someone. but you know what? I DONT SAY ANYTHING. I dont cause a scene. I go about my business and let it roll off my shoulders bc at this point I know if I say anything its just going to turn ugly and I’m in a professional setting. Sometimes its better to bite your tongue, hold your head up high and move the fuck on about your business.

NOW... oh now, we’re on today. carla is scheduled to work. she came into my office, confirmed it, she was FULLY AWARE OF THIS.

so nicole calls her 5 mins before shes scheduled to clock in and is politely like hey you on your way? and carla is like oh no i don’t work today.

BITCH! THE FUcK YOU MEAN????? WE CONFIRMED THIS LITERALLY!!!!!!!!

omg i cannot at this point i really cannot

but lets proceed... so carla. she’s like yeah i dont come in, tells nicole to check with me. nicole comes to me, i smh and just sigh and am like ok i’m sorry can you please call her back and tell her shes supposed to be here and if theres any issues, transfer the call to me. so nicole calls her, they’re talking, carla is being a cunt (sorry at this point you are) and so i talk to her and shes like you know, this is so frustrating i came in there i asked you if i was supposed to work and you said no (the other girl she trash talked to idk who to name her) and IM LIKE SITTING THERE GOING ????? WHEN????? TO MYSELF BC WE JUST HAD THIS CONVERSATION

MY PATIENCE IS SO THIN, ITS NON EXISTENT AT THIS POINT IM OVER IT

IM TIRED

IM SO FUCKING TIRED AND SICK OF HAVING TO PICK UP THE SLACK AND DO EVERYTHING MY FUCKING SELF BC NO ONE CAN COME TO WORK, DO THEIR JOB AND GO HOME.

can i just make a point too that we make $12 an hour here. sometimes we are LITERALLY SO BORED we have nothing to do. we can read books or watch netflix if no one is around or i even have time to rp at times. so like THIS IS THE EASIEST JOB IN THE WORLD A FUCKING MONKEY could do it.

all you do is answer phones and transfer calls or send an email

its LITERALLY. THAT. FUCKING. SIMPLE????

so like i just dont get it

but back to the point... carla is arguing with me, basically saying my communication sucks, i’m unprofessional (which is laughable but ok) etc...

and i just cant hold it in anymore?? and i’m like well carla, i’m sorry you feel that way and i understand where you’re coming from but i don’t appreciate that you were disrespectful yesterday, you told (new girl) that you were pissed off about what happened and proceeded to talk about me in a really unsatisfactory way.

and she WANTED TO TRY AND SAY THAT THIS WAS A DEFAMATION TO HER CHARACTER. WHEN SHE FUCKING SAID IT!!!!!!!!!!! i mean you can’t but if you were to ask anyone i know i have freakishly good hearing and it gets on my family’s nerves all the time bc i need quiet when writing and i have to beg them to turn their tvs down low just so i can concentrate.

I FUcKIng HEARD THESE EXACT WORDS COME OUT OF HER MOUTH!!!! and she wants to sit here and say that i’m defaming her character.

NO BITCH. Im repeating what I fucking heard you say!!!

why would i make that up? why??? how does that benefit me in any way??? what does that do for me???? NOTHING! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!! i’m not benefitting from anything here.

in addition when talking to her on the phone i bring up the fact that she brought the schedule to me (the correct one which SHE IS ON) and asked me to verify if it was correct. but then proceeds to say in the same breath (contradicting herself) that she’s going off the old one????? like okay????? but you’re wrong?? SHE EVEN SAYS ITS AN OVERSIGHT ON HER CHARACTER, SHE ALREADY MADE PLANS YADDY YADA, SHE CANT COME IN TODAY

moral of the story is... she’s dumb. she’s a fucking cunt. and i hate people who try to spin things and victim blame and tell you you’re defaming their character when you call them out on something real they actually said because they’re scared little pussies and can’t just admit its what they fucking said.

yo i’d have a lot more respect for you if you just admit it. i’m not even mad??? i dont give a fuck what you think or feel about me. when i leave here every day i dont come home and cry about work or how people feel about me there.

work me is different from real me. I. DO. NOT. FUCKING. CARE. work people do not know me on a real level only a professional one. i am here to do a job, to make money, to pay bills, to LIVE. i am not here to fret over the opinions of people who do not follow me home, who do not know the real me. WHO. DO. NOT. FUCKING. MATTER.

POINT FUCKING BLANK.

THANK YOU AND GOODBYE

like seriously?? GOD FUCK! i’m so angry.

if you read all of this, like thanks for letting me vent to a total stranger lmao you’re a real one, may you be blessed today and always.

onto that note... i gotta get back to work. (lmfao fucking irony at its finest)

#im not even gonna read over this #its raw #its real #what the fuck ever

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peakyblinders1919 · 6 years ago

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Cable Girl Pt. 3

Hey! sorry its been a while. Hope all are liking it! Feedback is welcomed, it will deff help get me to write more of it quicker, so send me your thoughts!

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 You didn’t bother going home that night, throwing your underwhelming day dress on in the break room and twirling your hair around your finger in an attempt to give it bounce before you hurried over to the bar where all the girls hung out.

You hurried to meet them at the bar when Cora waved you over. The girls were already a few drinks in and muttering tall tales like they normally did. It’d take you awhile to catch up, but Cora seemed to have that covered as she handed you a drink before even saying hello.

“Why the hell were you working so late?” She asked.

You responded by throwing the whole glass of alcohol back.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.”

“Tell me Y/N. What’s going on?”

All the other girls were giggling and sipping champagne, which meant their lips were loose and you didn’t want anyone knowing the truth of what you’d been doing. You took Cora by the arm and pulled her to the corner where the music was loud and no one could hear you.

“Ow, what’re you-”

“You want to know what I was doing all this time or not?” You said bluntly, already annoyed by everything. By the fact that you were allowing yourself to catch feelings for some guy you didn’t know, or the fact that said guy was someone you definitely couldn’t even get, oh, and annoyed by the fact that all of this was at the expense of your job. You were putting it all on the line by breaking the rules. And though you had yet to tell Cora the truth, you were already annoyed by the reaction that was to come.

“I talked to a client.” You blurted in a whispered tone.

“Yeah?” Cora said after a while, not quite understanding what you meant.

“No, I mean… you know that one client, Michael Gray? The one we’ve been making stories about…”

“Yeah, yeah!” Cora said, now more excited to listen carefully.

“Yeah, he called me today and he wanted to talk so I had to wait around until everyone was gone. And we just...talked. About ourselves.”

The alcohol was slowing down Cora’s reflexes as she looked at you for an awkwardly long time before realizing everything and her big brown eyes growing wide in surprise and excitement. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up. No”

“Yes,” you said, smiling again now that you were thinking about him and your shared conversation. “He really just wanted to talk and get to know me.”

“I can’t believe this. Tell me everything you talked about.”

You waved it off like it wasn’t that interesting, but over another drink you told her the highlights of the conversation.

“He told you he liked your laugh? That’s so cute! You’ve got to go for him.”

“Go for him?” You said, shocked. “How can I? He’s in all the way in Birmingham and he’s the chief accountant of some business. I’m just a telephone operator. It’d never work, especially if he met me.”

“Y/N, your selling yourself short. You always get the most looks when we’re out at the bar. Anyone would like you. Besides, you say he gets lots of calls from London, maybe he’ll have to travel here for work and you can finally meet your star-crossed lover.”

You finally sighed, slamming the empty glass down on the bar. This was the reaction that you had anticipated, and had annoyed you before it happened. Of course she was going to talk you into it, Cora, the hopeless romantic.

“I can’t Cora. I can’t. If anyone else found out I’d be fired for breaking like...all the company rules. I’ve got to stop talking to him. I...maybe I’ll ask Mr. Northcott to change his operator.”

“No!” Cora explained. “You can’t, not when this romance is just blossoming. I want to see you married one day, and when that happens I’ll be there giving a speech about how you two met over the phone. It’s a real modern-day love story.”

You rolled your eyes in disgust, just wanting to get out now. To go home and most likely wonder about all the good and bad things that were associated with talking to this Michael Gray.

“You can’t give up on this yet.” Cora said reassuringly when she recognized the look of doubt on your face. “Hey, promise me. You’ll let this ride out another week or so.”

Almost against your will, you nodded in agreement, getting another drink for yourself and Cora, toasting to the gods that this all worked out in your favor somehow.

That one week you gave yourself to figure out your situation came and went as fast as the sun set. EEvery dayMichael would make his usual 8 to 15 calls to clients and customers all over the globe. Your cheeks flushed even more now whenever his light lit up and you just hoped none of the girls were observant enough to notice.

Everyone once in a while you’d say a few extra words, talk about a few things not related to connecting the call, but it never lasted more than a few minutes before you cleared your throat and connected him despite his protests sometimes.

It hurt you to do so, but the wandering eyes of your supervisor made you paranoid, and you never found an opportunity to be in the room alone to call him. You wanted to hear his voice, hear his voice say your name again. But it was a blessing in disguise really, because if you had let yourself talk to him for even ten minutes, you’d be falling for his charisma and charm again, trying to put a face to the voice that sometimes put you to sleep at night.

You were working diligently, with Cora by your side, when she nudged your shoulder.

“Hey, loverboy is calling.” She said, playfully raising her eyebrows and drawing your attention to the newly lit light. You shushed her angrily and picked up.

“Hello Mr. Gray. How can I direct your call?”

“Hello Y/N. I was actually calling to chat.” His voice and rhythm made you momentarily forget everything else. You didn’t care about the girls around you in this moment, or if they saw that you were blushing. You made sure no one of importance was in the vicinity before lowering your voice.

“I do have other customers, you know.” You teased.

“Yeah, but I’m important, right?”

“Only according to my boss. I can’t really talk right now.”

“Just a few minutes?” He begged. “Work is slow and I’m actually waiting for an important call.”

“Ok, quick.”

Though you hadn’t had many conversations like this one since the first time you stayed late to have a conversation with Michael, it was undeniable that you both relied on each other in some kind of unspoken, perhaps even odd, sort of way. And you were comfortable enough with each other to make jokes that sometimes crossed the line.

“Uh..” Michael began, trying to think of something to ask you in the limited time he had with you. “What’re you wearing?”

“Michael!” You hissed, aware that some of the girls around you had overheard and were looking at you quizzically. You cleared your throat and lowered your voice again, bringing the mouthpiece as close to you as possible.

“What? I’m curious!”

“You cannot ask that.”

“Humor me. Please Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see, but was thankful for the anonymity again as you smiled, unable to keep a straight face when you were the receiver of his cute attempts at flirting.

“Ok..” you smirked, biting on your lip. “I’m in my uniform. It’s a blue shift dress that would look like a potato sack if it was brown. Don’t get too excited.”

“I’m sure it looks good on you.”

“How can you be so sure? What?” You spat when Cora nudged you on the arm again. You met her gaze as the supervisor was making her away around for check-ins. Distract her, you mouthed.

“I have to go.” You whispered.

“Wait! I’m sorry if I came on too-”

“No, no, my supervisor's coming. Good-”

“Wait, can I meet you?”

“Not now Michael.” You hissed again, feeling your heartbeat approaching your throat the closer the supervisor got. If she caught you talking intimately with a client, you’d be fired on the spot.

“Can we talk later? 7?”

“Sure. Goodbye!” You said frantically, disconnecting just as the supervisor was checking in. You smiled at her warmly, as if nothing was wrong as you picked up another line and connected their call.

Watching the clock, the minutes felt like hours. Five minutes until seven, five minutes until Michael called. You had told yourself you wouldn’t do this, get involved in some kind of twisted romance with a mysterious person who could be a killer for all you knew. But who were you to deny the magnetic pull you felt when his light turned on, when you heard him greet you through the line? At this point you were curious, and if nothing else come from this mild flirtation, you deserved to see what Mr. Gray looked like. Thought every part of your body seemed to shake as the minute hand approached the 12, you were ready to agree to meeting him.

You waited for his light.

When it was five past, you told yourself maybe he was caught up in a meeting.

When it was ten past, you were beginning to anxiously tap your foot.

When the clock struck 7:30 and the other workers were filing in, you were getting up and heading towards the break room to grab your things. Calling was his idea, and he never did. You couldn't believe it. This was exactly the reason why you rarely let Cora get your hopes up, or why you didn’t go after men who were out of your league.

You did make one quick call before you headed out, Cora having agreed to meet you at the fanciest club in town that was sure to cheer you up.

“What happened?” Cora blurted when you both sat at a table and ordered your drinks. The jazz and was playing loudly, girls in skimpy outfits were walking around with trays giving out drinks or perhaps even more. But none of that bothered you.

“He said he would call at 7 and he never called.” You said, taking a sip.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry.” Cora said, trying to comfort you. But only the alcohol could really do that.

“I don’t know what I thought would happen. Of course he wouldn’t actually want to call me.

“Y/N, don’t say that. You barely know anything about him, maybe he was busy. I’m sure he has a good explanation for it.”

Crossing your arms and talking another sip you looked around the room. The Eden was the club you wanted to go to if you didn’t want to remember anything the next morning. People from all around came here, there wasn’t a such thing as “regulars” at the Eden. It was the best place for you and Cora to sit and make up stories about people.

“Yeah, or maybe he lied about-” hiccup “everything. He isn’t 22. He’s actually 30 and has a wife and a kid and he couldn’t call me because they came home from shopping early.”

“Oh, now your just being miserable.” You rolled your eyes at her comment, about to say something else when the music suddenly when silent. Everyone’s gaze slowly shifted towards a group of men in the back wearing peaked caps. You had no idea who they were, but apparently they were important if the whole club fell silent. They walked straight back behind a curtain, certainly of importance. And for some reason you couldn’t take your eyes off them either. All tall, handsome men. You’d be lucky if any of them talked to you.

“Go on. Get your mind off him.” Cora nudged you as two of the men stopped at the bar to order drinks. You felt silly, you protested, but Cora eventually pushed you towards them.

You approached them slowly, the alcohol making everything harder to decipher through the haze. The closer the got, the more nervous you were, wanting to turn around. You were about to introduce yourself when the shorter man with green eyes opened his mouth.

“I swear Iz, I know it sounds ridiculous but it’s not.”

“I bet you could tell any girl in his whole pub that your a peaky and they’d line up the street to sleep with you.”

The man with the green eyes chuckled. “Maybe, but that’s not what I want.”

The voice had left your frozen, unable to move forward or say anything. You stood just a few feet to their right, out of their sight. You begged your feet to move you closer but they wouldn’t listen and you watched them disappear behind the curtain with the others.

Drunk or not, you’d recognize that voice anywhere. Standing a few feet in front of you was Mr. Gray.

#michael gray fanfic #michael gray headcanon #michael gray fanfiction #Michael Gray imagine #michael gray imagines #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders imagine

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queerchoicesblog · 6 years ago

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When We Were Young (TS/Future, Zig x Chris)

This fanfic was requested by a lovely Anon a few time ago (sorry it took me so long Nonny!)...and here’s what I came up with! I followed the angsty path combining two of the given prompts but added a “sad ‘looking back’ note” as the inspiration for this fic came from Adele’s song (no judgment, I madly love that woman even if she tears my heart apart every single time) When We Were Young. Hope you like it, especially you lovely Nonny!

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Years after their graduation, nostalgia brings Chris back to Northbridge for the weekend and there, by chance, he meets Zig, who has a question for him.

Prompts used: “Do you regret it?” + “People are staring”

Warning: brief mention to (ugly, stupid) homophobia. I would have gladly cut it off but...well, I hope you’ll see why I decided to add it after much deliberation :/ Hope it will raise some awareness during this Pride Month 🏳️‍🌈

Word Count: 2281

Perma Tag: @brightpinkpeppercorn @melodyofgraves @psychopathdreamer21 @bbaba-yagaa @abunchofbadchoices @silverhawkenzie @bhavf @begging-for-kamilah @kennaxval @strangerofbraidwood @crazypeanat @desiree-0816

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Let me photograph you in this light In case it is the last time That we might be exactly like we were Before we realized We were sad of getting old It made us restless

This would do, Zig mentally repeated to himself going through the notes on his laptop. He took a sip of his coffee: his supervisor asked him to hold a seminar starting the following week so he spent the weekend at his fave cafè typing and working hard on it.

He ran a hand through his hair and absentmindedly threw a look at the door totally not expecting what he was about to see.

A man who looked oddly familiar despite the sporty baseball hat and the sunglasses he was wearing was signing autographs to a bunch of students. He looked more carefully at the object of the fans' adoration and...

No way, it can't be!, he laughed to himself. Chris.

After a couple of selfies, the now top star football player quickly hugged his fans and politely headed towards the counter where a barista was already waiting for him, smiling brightly.

"Hm, hi! Can I have a bagel and a long black?"

"Of course! Take away?" the girl immediately wrote down his order.

"No, I'll sit here, thanks!"

"Coming right up, Captain! Take a seat, I'll bring it to you in no time!" the girl beamed, flashing him another smile before moving to the coffee machine.

Chris tapped his fingers on the counter as he looked for a place to seat. That's when he noticed someone nodding at him.

"Well well, if that's not our infamous Captain America!"

Chris’ face instantly brightened up as he recognized the young man waving at him from a table nearby. He would have recognized that signature leather jacket and white shirt anywhere.

“Zig!”

He walked closer and pulled into a hug.

"Long time no see, man! How are you doing?" Zig asked before gesturing to take a seat.

"Doing fine, enjoying a day off. What about you? What are you working on?" Chris gestured to the laptop the Ph.D. student was now moving to the side of the table.

Zig briefly filled him in with the details about his current job. Then he looked at his old friend and sighed.

"Man, it's been a while. You missed the reunion Abbie organized last month"

"Yeah, and I'm really sorry about it. We had an important match and-"

"And you had to set your priorities straight, I get it. Don't worry, we understood"

Chris grimaced for a moment but did his best to bring his smile back.

"But Kaitlyn sent me a ticket for her next concert at the Indio Music Festival"

"Yeah, she brought one for everyone at the party. It was nice of her: it sounds cool"

"Are you going? It'd be nice if we all go like in the old days" Chris cheered, genuinely excited by the new scenario.

"I think it would..."

"Just like that summer we all went to the Aurora Festival, remember?" the Captain continued, totally enraptured by the memories of the past.

"How could I forget traveling in Zack's van? With no air conditioning? In Texas?" Zig chuckled.

"Oh my God, I removed that from my memory!" Chris laughed. "And when Zack and Hayley went stage diving during the Domesticated Antelope's performance?"

"That was glorious, man! And did you remember when..."

Story after story they walked down a memory lane: Abbie's first exhibition, the time when they renovated Vasquez's house, their first match together... They barely acknowledged the waitress who delivered Chris' order and a new steamy mug of coffee to Zig, they were so caught in the conversation.

It was as if the time stopped and the world around them faded away. It was as if they turned back time and they were just younger Chris and Zig at Hartfeld cafeteria.

When they were younger and closer. Closer than most people knew. Closer than they would have thought the day they first met.

Despite a rocky start, they became friends, eventually teammates and discovered to have more in common than they suspected. Fatherless kids and protective big brothers, they started enjoying each other's company as time went by. They made a habit of studying and going jogging together whenever possible. Zig even visited Chris in Maine during summer breaks and vice-versa. When the group stopped gathering regularly due to work or couple life issues, they kept that tradition alive and met every Friday night at their usual pub to play pool and talk about whatever came to mind over beers.

It was on a Friday night that things changed.

That night they ended up sharing their concern over their sisters and friends, laughs and careless chat for hours. They knew they understood each other and conversation kept flowing. Before they knew it, they started gravitating towards each other...and their lips met in the parking lot. And Zig woke up in Chris' arms the morning after. Captain Powell was sleeping heavenly, a blonde angel that made Ortega's heart flutter when opened his blue eyes and smiled at him.

It was unexpected for both of them...but they didn't contrast it. Even though they didn't make it public nor official, they kept spending time and nights together and Chris kept kissing Zig's cheek out of their teammates' view. And Zig made a habit to send cute - sometimes naughty- goodnight messages to the Captain.

But they were young and relentless.

"Chris, we would be honored to have you on our team. Why don't you give us a call?" "Zig, have you heard of that English TA internship in Japan? You should apply! Didn't you say it's your dream trip?"

Life got in the middle and asked them to make a choice.

"It's an opportunity I can't pass. If I did, I would regret it big time" "And I would probably blame you if I declined it. And I don't want to be like that one day, I don't want us to be like that one day" "We will see each other when we come back, right?" "Obviously, graduation time"

Then the Premier League team made an offer to Chris: a spot in the official team effective immediately. And Zig found out that Tokyo University had some awesome Master's in Mathematics in English so they parted again. But Zig never missed one a Chris' match, even so far away. Even if Chris rarely returned his calls. Or messages. So he quitted.

And now here they were, sitting at the same table as in the old days. On those Friday nights. Ortega was the first to notice that: the realization made him involuntarily wince.

"Hey you okay?" Chris asked as he took the last sip of his coffee.

Zig looked at him surprised by how quick he was to catch the sudden change of expression on his face but soon he diverted his eyes and clenched his jaw.

"Yeah...I was just thinking...oh you know what? it's probably better if I-"

"No, tell me. I mean you know you can tell me everything, right?"

Zig took a pause, considering his next move: should he open up about what had been troubling him for ages now? It's now or never, he said to himself before meeting Chris' gaze.

"Do you regret it?"

The Captain stiffened, looking immediately less comfortable and relaxed than before.

"I...regret wh-"

Zig exhaled loudly and cut him short.

"You know what I'm talking about. We never talked about it after that...day at the airport but you know"

"Zig, I..." Chris stumbled upon his own words, lowering his eyes. "I don't know what to say, I-"

"You...don't know what to say?"

"No, I...I don't think. I mean, I don't know-"

"You have nothing to say" Ortega repeated as if to make sense of Chris' confession as rage started spreading through his veins.

After a moment, filled with an awkward silence so different from their usual careless chattering, Zig finally lost his temper and slammed a punch on the table.

"You left me hanging under the rain at that fucking airport before you jumped on that plane without saying a word, not a single word Chris, not even a goodbye! And now after all this time, after all these years - years Chris!- you sit here as if nothing happened and all you have to say is-"

"Woah, calm down!" the Captain interrupted him trying to reach out for him.

"Calm down? That's all you have to say?" Zig raised his voice, pushing his hands away.

"Zig, please, people are staring" Chris pleaded, throwing apologetic looks to the other tables where people were turning towards them.

"Oh excuse me!" the young man gave a sarcastic laugh and lowered his tone. "Now it's people staring, back then it was a departure announcement. Excuses, that's all I will ever get from you. But an answer? Too much to ask!"

"What the hell Zig? One moment we were talking and the next one you're jumping at my throat?" Chris protested. "Can we avoid putting on a show and have a civil talk?"

"Yeah, 'cause you're so gonna talk about it now, right?" Zig asked, painful skepticism written all over his tensed face.

Chris met his gaze, grimacing and slightly pissed by the way his former team player approached such a delicate issue of their past.

"Zig, I...it's not that easy-"

"It's fine, Chris. I should have known by now. Silly of me to ask"

Before thinking twice, Zig started gathering his belongings and stuffing them into his backpack.

"What...what are you doing now? Zig!"

The other young man stood and placed a couple of bucks on the table. Then he looked Chris in the eye, frowning.

"What I should have done that day under the rain. I'll stop embarrassing you, Chris. Best of luck for your next match" and he stormed out of the cafe.

Captain Powell sat frozen in place, gaping at his friend and former lover walking out of the cafè and out of his life, apparently. So he said, at least. The other clients threw quizzical looks at him from their tables before slowly going back to their chats. Soon the usual buzz filled the cafè once again but Chris' mind was far away.

Zig was gone. Not that I could expect anything else, he thought. Not that I made anything to...deserve him.

He ran from him, scared of what could have happened if he followed his heart and answered his calls. Or called him, for once. His chest ached reminiscing that time when he was changing in the locker room and his phone beeped. When he checked the notification, he found a couple of messages from Zig: a pic of a plate with "My very first dorayaki and yes, I MADE THEM!" and a selfie of him winking at the camera in a traditional kimono. It made him so happy that a huge smile formed on his lips. He was about to type an answer when one his teammates looked over his shoulder passing by.

"Ooh you didn't tell us you have a boyfriend, Powell!" he laughed, slapping him hard on the butt with a wet towel.

The room immediatly filled with amused comments and conjectures about Chris' geisha lover.

Powell told them to fuck off, that he was just a friend but that reassuring lie didn't stop his teammates until the Captain and the coach walked in and put an end to that. But that episode hurt Chris more than he let them see.

That's when he stopped talking to Zig. He ran away out of fear: he had never been with a man before. It didn't trouble him much, he had always been supportive of Zack, Hayley, Kaitlyn...they went to pride parades together but it was different now, he was involved directly. It was him falling in love with the most amazing, intelligent, gorgeous and brave man he had ever met. It was him being slapped with a wet towel and made fun of "a male geisha" lover. It was him, the "biggest football promise of his generation" being asked about his relationship status on every interview: "is there a girl in our football hero's heart?".

No, there was a man. But Powell just flashed an apologetic smile to the reporter every time.

"No comment"

All of a sudden Chris found himself wondering if Zig had ever seen one of those interviews. And if it was too late to change that answer. 'Cause no, he didn't forget and he didn't regret.

One day a log time ago the Hartfeld Knights were losing every hope to win a difficult match: the adversaries kept scoring and gaining confidence. It was in the midst of that chaos that Chris found himself side by side with Zig, both breathing hard from trying their best to avoid the disaster, the definitive surrender.

Captain looked at him and said:

"I don't think we can do this, Zig"

Zig turned towards him and answered:

"Captain, I refuse to believe your mother raised you a quitter"

"But I don't know what to do!"

"Sometimes all you that you have to do to, all that is left to do is to stand up and run. Stop second-guessing and run, Powell! Run and stop that man who's taking your dream away. Run!"

That words echoed in his head once more.

And just like his younger self who started running and blocked the star of the opposite team preventing a fatal touchdown, Chris stood, placed a few bucks on the table and began running. In the right direction, finally.

"The match isn't over, guys. I refuse to surrender so shake out fears and doubts and run!" he pep-talked the team during the break that day.

The match isn't over, Zig. I shook out fears and doubts and I'm running. I'm running to you.

#the freshman series #chris powell #zig ortega #chris x zig #playchoices #choices fanfic

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rebelminxy · 5 years ago

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It Was Worth It

Word Count: 2340

Pairing: Dean Winchester and Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Mild Language

Square Filled: Crossroads Demon

A/N: In this fic, Dean never broke the first seal, being pulled out of Hell before he could. The ending takes place in 4x7, right after Sam sends Samhain back to Hell. And yes, I do realize the symbol in the art above isn’t a seal of sorts but it was the best option I could find on Pinterest to fit with the storyline imaging. Please don’t @ me XD. This was written for @heavenandhellbingo

Summary: After watching a hellhound tear to shreds your best friend four months ago, you decide to do the worst possible thing ever and make a deal with a demon. But what do you have that’s worth more than a Winchester soul?

Heaven and Hell Bingo

Dean Winchester saved your life so many times, you had lost count. The man was like an older brother to you, your best friend, and he was gone. Torn away, literally, from you. All because of his baby brother, Sam.

After watching Dean being torn to shreds, you left, leaving Sam behind. You knew Sam’s promise to his brother to watch out for you but you didn’t care. Your connection with Sam wasn’t as strong as it was with Dean. So leaving Sam behind as you drove off in your Jeep wasn’t a big issue. You spent the last three months hunting, finding a way to get Dean out of Hell, drinking, and sleeping, in that order and on repeat. Sam and Bobby tried reaching out, calling you constantly, but you just ignored their calls, eventually getting a new phone. Those three months felt like years, lost at sea with no guidance, all alone. Once the fourth month hit and with no other answers, you knew exactly what needed to be done.

As you prepared yourself for the worst, you thought back on your moments with Dean. You first met through Bobby, an old man that took you in at the age of 15 after your parents died on a hunt. Being raised in the life, you knew the dangers. But that still didn’t scare you off when you were old enough to start hunting on your own. Bobby kept you hidden while you grew up, not even introducing you to John and his boys whenever they came around. But once you turned 18, you went on your own to hunt those that lurked in the darkness, your anger from losing your parents tearing through the monsters you killed.

It was on your 21st birthday that you met Dean. Sucker was cocky and thought he could get into your pants with a few words. But all he got in return was a punch on the nose and an f you. After that, Dean made it his job to follow you everywhere. You hated it at first but had to admit the guy was helpful on hunts. Especially since he had a real sweet ride. After a year of hunting together, it became the norm. Him coming over to Bobby’s to take you out on a hunt, riding around and sharing a motel room.

Your relationship with Dean became the sibling type, even though he had a brother who had gone off to college. ‘Wanting that apple pie life’ he would always say when it came to Sam. But you could see how sad he was when it came to his brother. Eventually, Sam would join the both of you, losing his girlfriend to the same monster that took their mother when they were younger. Everything was how it should be, Dean getting his brother back, the three of you getting along, hunting down the thing that deserved to die after their father’s death. All smooth sailing until Sam’s death.

You felt for Dean, losing his brother. He wanted to be alone with Sam, so you went to stay at Bobby’s, hoping Dean would come back. But when he did, Sam was right behind him, as if nothing happened. You watched as Bobby dragged Dean out into the yard, away from the house. Excusing yourself from Sam, you followed, keeping quiet as you heard Bobby yell out.

“You made a deal, for Sam didn’t you?” Bobby asked desperately.

Dean didn’t answer, you could see him turn his face away from Bobby.

“How long they give you?”

“Bobby,” Dean begged.

“HOW LONG?”

“....One year.”

Your eyes went wide in shock, holding in the scream that was itching at your throat.

“Damnit, Dean.”

“Which is why we gotta find this yellow-eyed son of a bitch. This is why ama kill him myself, I mean I got nothing to lose now, right?”

Bobby grabbed Dean by the jacket and shook him as if trying to wake him up.

“I could throttle you!”

“And what, send me downstairs ahead of schedule?”

Bobby let Dean go, letting you see the anger on his face, probably the same level of anger you felt at that moment, maybe more.

“What is it with you Winchesters, huh? You, your dad, your both just itching to throw yourselves down the pit.”

“That’s my point. Dad brought me back, Bobby, I’m not even supposed to be here!’

You felt the tears begin to break, reminding you of the scare you recently had at the thought of losing Dean, losing your big brother.

“At least this way, something good can come out of it, you know. It’s like my life can mean something.”

“WHAT! And it didn’t before?! Have you got that a low opinion of yourself! Are you that screwed in the head?”

“I couldn’t let him die, Bobby,” Dean muttered, the sadness in his tone. “I couldn’t. He’s my brother.”

“How’s your brother gonna feel when he knows your going to Hell? How will (Y/N) feel? How’d you feel when you knew your dad went for you?”

“You can’t tell them,” Dean begged. “You can take a shot at me, do whatever you gotta do but please don’t tell them.”

That’s when Bobby released the tears you already had dropping silently. You watched as the old man pulled Dean into a hug, both crying into each other’s shoulders. You fought back the scream and quietly went back into the house, avoiding Sam at all costs. You went into your room and cried it all out, your heartbreaking at the knowledge of losing the man that saved you from yourself so many times.

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Right as you buried the tin box with everything inside, you heard a chuckle behind you.

“Well, well, isn’t it the Winchester’s little pet? Didn’t expect to see you out here after Sam stopped begging. Didn’t he tell you, we got what we wanted…”

“I got something better,” you interrupted, turning to face the crossroads demon.

The body before you was a woman who looked like she was in her early twenties. But the red eyes made it clear you were talking to who you needed.

“And what do you have that we don't?”

Without another word, you opened your button-down to reveal your chest. Right above your heart was a marking engraved into your skin, something you’ve had since you could remember.

“You see, the Winchesters aren’t the only ones that descended from the Cain family tree. Cain had a daughter, one that her mother kept hidden because of her magical abilities. This daughter was marked with a sigil by an angel that warned Cain’s wife about the potential danger this family line could cause.”

You pointed at the marking on your chest and smiled coyly.

“Each baby born from this bloodline get this engraved over their hearts, a sigil that hides our blood so that no magical beings can find them. Not only are we a direct line from Cain, but we females all have magical abilities that are locked away with this sigil, only being able to use them when the sigil is broken.”

“You’re lying!” the demon exclaimed.

“Ask your supervisors and see what they tell you.”

“Give me a moment with her,” a voice softly spoke from the shadows.

You turned to see a blonde woman walk out from the darkness, her eyes white.

“Lilith,” you growled, having a strong urge to kill the bitch where she stood, but knew that it wouldn’t save Dean.

“Glad to see you alive and well, now what’s this about your family bloodline?”

Before she took another step towards you, you pulled out your knife and pointed it out to her. She stopped in her tracks and watched you as you lifted the knife and slowly cut through the carving, breaking the skin. You screamed out in pain as you felt your body vibrate, the ground shaking as the knife broke the symbol in half. Once the cut was through the symbol, everything went quiet, your blood seeping down your skin. But Lilith’s eyes grew wide in joy and she laughed as she finally sensed your blood.

“Wow! Cain had mentioned one of his children dying but no one suspected he was lying! I certainly can’t let you go, missy, not with that power running through your veins.”

“I’m here to make a deal, bitch,” you growled at her as you lifted the knife to your throat. “My life for Dean’s.”

“And what makes you think we will make that trade?”

“Because, the moment you set Dean free, I will do anything you ask.”

“Anything?” Lilith asked in a sing-song tone.

“Anything,” you whispered, sure of your choice.

Lilith giggled and moved towards you, standing very close. Her mouth was mere inches from yours when she giggled again and whispered ‘Deal’. You moved in and kissed her right on the lips, making the contract.

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“Well done there, Sammy boy. But a little too late on NOT breaking the seal.”

The brothers turned towards you, eyes wide in shock as they saw you walk out of the shadows. You wore a black sheer lace turtleneck dress with long sleeves and a very high V split cutout in the front, black bra underneath. You wore a pair of black leather shorts under the dress and black ankle-high leather combat boots Your hair flowed in waves all the way down to your waist, black as night compared to your original (Y/H/C), a wide brim hat on the top of your head.

“Hey there boys, long time no see,” you smiled at them.

“(Y/N/N), what happened…” Dean stuttered. “Where have you been?”

“Been here, been there, been everywhere really,” you teased as you walked around them.

“Bobby and I tried looking for you,” Sam stated, the anger rising. “We thought you were dead!”

“I was, trust me after Dean’s death I died. But, with a small change, I am more alive than ever,” you giggled.

“What are you talking about?” Dean asked. “And how did you find us?”

“Been watching from the background, keeping close but not close enough for you to know.”

“And why didn’t you help us? Why are you hiding until now?” Dean pressured.

“Because my job was getting boring so thought I might make it a bit more fun.”

You smiled wickedly at them as your eyes turned black. The shock and fear on their faces made you cackle with joy.

“Like I said, more alive than ever boys!”

“What did you do?” Dean urged.

“Eh, deal gone wrong, meant to save you. But, honestly, this feels so goddamn right!”

You skipped towards them, causing them to back up into a wall. You stopped about three feet from them and smiled, tilting your head to the side.

“Why? Why did you do it?” Dean questioned. “The angels….”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. The moment I made the deal, those fluffy dicks went in and broke you out. They reacted out of desperation but they were too late.”

You began to swing on your heels, smiling as you stared at Dean, your black eyes never leaving his green ones.

“But, even though they got you out, didn’t mean crap when it came to breaking the first seal.”

“What are you talking about?” Dean asked.

“As the prophecy states, the first seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in Hell,” you giggled as you continued. “Well, they were wrong about it just being a man.”

“You didn’t,” Dean whispered as the realization hit him.

“Oh, I did! And I reveled in it!”

“Why? Why did you do it? Your deal was broken!” Sam yelled at you.

“The deal wasn’t broken, my life for Dean’s. Dean up top and mine down in the Pit, didn’t specify the how.”

“(Y/N), you are better than this,” Dean began.

“I was Dean!” you screamed at him, causing him to step back. “I was until I lost the one person that made me feel whole, that made me feel like I had a family. I lost the man I called brother for some snotty nose brat!” you spit out as you looked at Sam.

“(Y/N), you are like a sister to me,” Sam added, but the look you gave him stopped him.

“It’s because of you Dean went to Hell in the first place,” you roared, moving closer to Sam. “It’s because of you Dean had moments where he felt alone. It’s because of you Dean would never love me the way he loves you!”

The jealousy raged from your voice as to stood inches from Sam. You then moved in to whisper into Sam’s ear, making sure Dean couldn’t hear.

“But if he knew what you and Ruby were doing, well, that love would end in a heartbeat. But I’m not that kind of bitch.”

You moved away from Sam, giving him an evil smile, his eyes letting you know he was afraid. You then turned, giving the brothers your back.

“Just so we are clear, this isn’t the last you will see of me. But if either of you gets in my way, I won’t hesitate to kill.”

“(Y/N), please, we don’t want to lose you,” Dean begged, making you turn around.

“Oh, you lost me the moment I found out about your little deal.”

You extended out a hand and pushed them both against the wall, hard. Once they got their bearings and searched the room to look for you, you were already gone. You watched them from a crystal ball in your little apartment miles away from where they were. You watched as they looked everywhere in the room, finally giving up and heading out the crypt. You waved your hand and the inside of the crystal turned into black smoke. You turned away from it and looked out the giant window into the night, smiling.

“Good luck, boys. Gonna need it while dealing with me.”

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