#zach top x oc!green

[child-of-of-the-sunshine]

Podcast pt2

Riley: This why I don’t take you hunting

Callie: I. Am. Trying. To. Boost. Your. CAREER

Riley: *side eye*

Riley: Let’s talk about your boyfriends party city mustache

Callie: He grew that himself

Callie: Let talk about what Ernest said about letting yours go grey

[hernakedmuse]

Wolf Moon

Word Count: 4,775

Warnings: It's very Rated M people, no minors no babies, this is going to be gory and sexual, this chapter only talk about sexual situations are mentioned.

Synopsis: I'm starting a couple series, one of them is a Twilight series, this one is Jasper x OC, my own OC named Kira Varady who is part witch and part Child of the Moon. I mix my own myths in here and in my Twilight they have fangs, sorry and they cry blood like True Blood.

Jasper feels constantly feeling lonely, he loves his family but he can't completely be himself with them they don't understand, and while Alice is a warm body (figure of speech), she doesn't have his heart, something that he thinks he lost long ago, until a pretty redhead sits down next to him in English.

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Kira

I would hate to live here.

I mean, I know Port Angeles is not Seattle but it at least has restaurants…I see not one restaurant here unless you count that little diner. I can understand why I smell some supernatural sort of thing here, something saccharine like diabetic. It’s the perfect sort of seclusion for a non-human to hide out, but so is Port Angeles, only Port Angeles has bars, restaurants, bookstores, movie theaters, stores beside ones that focus on camping.

But starting senior year thereafter what happened…that isn’t an option for me. The thought of walking those halls again makes me so sick to my stomach that I get a dizzy spell, and not a lot of things take me down. That day in May, it’ll be one I’ll never forget.

Will I miss seeing my friends? Of course, especially my very best one, Zach. How could I not miss someone who is uninhibitedly your best friend, someone who knows everything about you, including the bad…especially the bad. And Zachary Allison wholeheartedly accepts it, even embraces it a little. I love him for it, I’ll miss him for it. Sure I’ll see him outside of school, but when you’re a teenager most of your days are consumed by those walls, and I’ll be seeing those diamond blue eyes everyday.

I rolled down the window of my 1989 black Jeep Cherokee. The Cranberries poured out of my car, Empty wasn’t blasting like some obnoxious kid who thinks they’re in a movie, just loud enough for me to enjoy. It’s a clean car, and has a cherry tree hanging from the mirror along with pink fuzzy dice. My aunt got it for me for my 16th birthday, she’s too busy with her bookstore to take me to a lot of places. I parked in the absolute back of the parking lot of Forks High School, speed wasn’t a problem for me, and I needed time to sulk away from a crowd before dragging my feet in. New jail ,same sentence. 

I’m not much of a school girl, grades aren’t important to me, and college is the farthest thing from my mind. I know plenty of people like me, well not people…plenty of them are well respected scholars, but I really don’t know what I’m doing or going to do. People think once you’re 17 you’ll just have it, I don’t, maybe next year I’ll live in Budapest to stay close to my dad, I need to practice my astral projection anyway and my Hungarian is tökéletes.

I nursed my cold to-go cup of coffee, it’s French Vanilla and rose from my Aunt’s bookstore. Topped with whipped cream and a soft dusting of cinnamon, but I can’t drink it now. I did eat my croissant breakfast sandwich though, sausage, a folded egg, white american cheese, and rose raspberry jam. 

I promised my Aunt Liz I wouldn’t be late, I promised I’d try though, make her feel like she didn’t screw me up. I checked my makeup in the mirror and looked down at my outfit of choice, a sheer lime green button down blouse, only two buttons in the middle done, the rest undone revealing a good portion of my stomach and cleavage, the sleeves are a little long and bell like, and underneath the sheer gossamer material was a cropped black camisole, it matches the black mini skirt that hugged my big hips and backside, I hate how big my ass is but it didn’t stop me from wearing pretty clothes, I guess I’m a masochist. A chain belt with a crescent moon charm dangled from the belt down to my thigh, and black knee high boots supported my feet. I kept the hot rollers in my hair for two hours this morning. My intense copper red hair is heavy and mostly straight, and its length down to my waist makes it easy to keep the body. My lips are too big and my face too round, maybe Heartthrob by Revlon will make it look more subtle. My eyes are bold like everything else on my face, hooded and liquid gold, my eyelashes accentuated by mascara and that’s all.

I sprayed on my Victoria’s Secret body mist and pulled on my leather bomber jacket that was a little too big for my frame and popped in a piece of spearmint Extra gum. I grabbed my pastel lilac Jansport that was bedazzled with a million band pins, and keychains of fuzzy creatures. I got out of the Jeep and made sure it was locked before walking to my doom, and Zach wasn’t there to keep me sane. I put my headphones on and put on my Candlebox CD. I need to block out the sound so I turn it up loud. 

I should turn it on, hear the voices, let them in. To get a feel of my surroundings, but it failed me before, it failed me with him. Haven’t turned it back on sense, but even when I turn it off I still hear some, and with very loud music I can tune it out. 

I couldn’t turn off my nose though, above the usual human flesh which only entices me around a certain time of the month there was that sickly, treacly, syrupy, cloying, sugary smell again. My stom ach turned and I added another piece of gum to suppress the nausea, I really couldn’t smell it, sometimes I’ll smell it when I go to the city, like Seattle, like San Francisco, like Paris, like Budapest. But never in Port Angeles, and in Forks I’m surprised that I smell it so strongly, especially now.

I don’t know what it is, but I know it’s someone, someone not human. But then…then, another scent hit me as I passed through the parking lot, something softly sweet, not fully sweet, but like sweet oranges, aquatic musk, there’s a warm hint of cozy fresh linens being singed by burning embers. It was the most incredible scent in the world! Her mouth water but not in hunger, but in a want, a need for comfort or to be wrapped in like a blanket.

I closed my eyes and inhaled, I didn’t realize I stopped until someone collided into me. Someone who smells like strawberries and freesia but cut nicely with earthy lavender. But she wasn’t on the menu this morning. “I’m so sorry!”

I opened my eyes to see a nervous girl, an apologetic brunette with silky chocolate hair and espresso brown eyes with remorseful, peach lips. “Well it’s awfully nice to meet you sorry, I’m Kira, do you know where the office is in a place like this?” I gave her a teasing smile.

The girl awkwardly laughed, the apology disappearing from her expression and her shoulders began to relax a little. We were both getting looks, probably because she was talking to the new girl, I pushed my headphones down from my copper head. “I’m actually Bella, and I don’t- I-I just moved here.”

I was surprised, she fit in here nicely. “So am I, are you from Portland or Seattle?”

She wore a look of amusement on her face, she has a nice simple face and pretty eyes, like something you’d see in Dutch art, that kind of beauty. “Actually I’m from Phoenix, Arizona.”

My eyes widened comically in shock, making the girl full on laugh now. She looked like what you imagine a Pacific Northwesterner to look like.

“I know, I swear I’m probably part albino.”

“But it’s pretty, like Snow White.” I winced. “Was that rude? Sometimes I talk like an idiot, I swear I can be pretty smart sometimes.”

My voice didn’t help, with its squeakish yet raspy quality, I sounded like a total airhead, or a sick baby.

“I’m sure you can be, but really it’s okay. Where are you from, California?”

“Um” I giggled. “Actually, I live an hour away, Port Angeles most of my life. Before that though, I was from San Francisco for a day.” I’m naturally olive and tan, people assume I’m a native of California a lot because of it, but it’s just my Romani heritage on my dad’s side.

“We should swap stories, tell everyone I’m from Port Angeles and you’re from Phoenix.” She smiled.

I grinned. “That is tempting, but I’ve never been to Phoenix. I wonder why they call it that, I never heard of firebirds there.” I joked, but Bella looked at me like she thought I was serious.

“Let's find the office, I bet he knows.” I walked over to a tall and cute Asian guy who looked like he was right out of Weezer. When he looked at me his eyes widened and I could smell his blood heat up and hear his heart speed up, I could smell his arousal and saw his eyes fall to my ample cleavage, my double D’s always are a bit of a problem I swear. “Hi, I’m Kira, and this is Bella-”

“Varady and Swan, yeah I’m Eric Yorkie, a junior.” He looked at Bella with interest before returning his gaze to me. I sort of swayed in my stance as I waited for him to continue. “I can tell you guys everything you need to know about Forks High School.” He’s very enthusiastic, so far people here are friendlier than at my old high school. 

“I’d love to know where the office is, you’re perfect for the job Eric.” His pupils dilated when I said his name and I couldn't help but laugh. “Hey, are you in a band? You look like an Indie rocker, like Weezer or Smashing Pumpkins or Panic!At the Disco.”

Eric Yorkie looked far too excited at that, I hope he wouldn’t take what I said too seriously. He’s nice and he doesn’t seem to be the most confident, I like people to feel good about themselves. “I-I am, I am totally the right guy for that job- for any job!”

I giggled. “Great, come on Bella!”

Eric showed us the shortcut to the front office, taking us to Mrs. Cope, a sweet little curvy redhead lady who’s about middle aged and smells like Chantilly. “You must be Kira Varady and Isabella Swan!  Welcome to Forks High School!”

From all the voices in the hall, I know everyone expected us. It’s a little place, Forks, Washington. Where everyone knows everyone, and they’ve been here since forever. Bella and I are the most exciting thing that’s happening, and that’s odd being entertained so easily. 

“Here are your schedules and a map of the school, although I see Mr. Yorkie wouldn’t mind helping you with that.” She laughed goodnaturedly as she handed us all that we needed for this year. “And Kira don’t you worry, nothing ever happens here at Forks High School,” I felt my blood run cold as the woman mentioned the event, suddenly I could hardly breathe, of course she’d  know. “I heard about that awful tragedy at your last high school, and my niece Taylor goes to Port Angeles High School. You knew Travis Jones pretty well didn’t you? I’m really so sorry-”

“Yes well thank you Mrs. Cope, for all of this, we really have to find our classes!” I interrupted abruptly and walked right out of the office, I felt so overheated like my brain was going to fry.

I took a deep breath and turned around to face Bella with a false smile plastered onto my face. She looked like she wanted to ask what that was about, but she didn’t. Thank the stars for that. I couldn’t handle that sort of question right now. “I think this is where we go our separate ways, what class do you have?”

“English with Mr. Birdie, you?”

“Um, Literature as well, then Film Studies, Humanities, then lunch, P.E., Anatomy, Photography, Study Hall, and Economics. I’m so glad I’m a senior.” I looked around. “I’ll go and find it, it was really nice meeting you Bella.”

“You too, Kira!”

I made my way down the hall, my hearing was enhanced and I could hear people talk about me, admire me, judge me, some desiring with all their heart to hate me and want me.

“She’s so hot, that’s Kira Varady or however you pronounce it, after that kid got killed at Port Angeles High School she transferred here.”

“Man I don’t know if I could drive an hour out the way to school five days out of seven just because some kid got eaten.”

“Well I don’t mean to be a jerk but I don’t care what got her here, I’m just glad she is, look at that ass it’s like out of a rap video and those tits!”

“She’s kinda ridiculous looking, who dresses up THAT much you know?”

“Her ass looks a little fat in that skirt don’t you think?”

“Lauren, I think you’re jealous because you don’t have one!”

I may be able to turn the mind reading off, but my enhanced senses never go away. Sometimes I wish I was just normal.

I took a deep breath before I entered my classroom. Standing in front of the class was a tall woman with a brown bob and wearing a heavy cardigan and long dress, the classroom was covered in poetic and literary posters. I’m guessing this is Ms. Allen. Her face lit up, warm brown eyes with gentle aging around them just illuminated like a Christmas tree at the sight of me. “Class, our new student has arrived, this is Kira Varady!”

Jasper

I don’t know how many more times I can take this.

How many times am I supposed to be a senior in fucking high school?

Why can’t it ever be college, I think we do the college bit once every couple decades, I think bell bottoms were in fashion last time I got my PhD. At least there I’m surrounded by adults. It’s always high school, nothing is even a little bit interesting in high school, I know those shows like to make it something grand and life changing, they also like to make them more mature thinking, than they actually are. But that’s good television. I’m 158 years old, physically 19, but fuck I’m literally too old for this.

Carlisle said it’s good for me to get used to being around humans, try and adapt myself, try to not kill them when they’re around. You see, I’ve only been an animal drinker for 55 years, that’s not a long time in vampire years. I wasn’t a good man- or vampire, I didn’t feed off just the guilty, sometimes the innocent too and meeting Alice was the best thing that happened to me. She loves me, I think I love her, or I’m not sure I do, but she makes me feel less lonely, and that’s nice especially when adjusting. It’s like I said, 55 years isn’t an awfully long time in our world.

I feel like I’m being stabbed in the throat, and my gums ache something awful, I’m so hungry, and to make matters worse, the boys and some girls have been so fucking horny over the new girls, and as an empath…well that combined with my blood lust hasn’t been making this the easiest day.

I sit in this waste of a classroom, Ms. Allen telling us of our curriculum for this semester, we begin with The Scarlet Letter. I've read that damn book more times than I could remember. I envy all those who could be put down by a bullet, what I wouldn’t give for a .45 to the temple now. When I start spiraling like this, I usually grab Alice, sex sometimes is my only release, it certainly isn’t hunting Bambi.

When that door opened in Ms. Allen’s English class, it hit me. It violently slammed me in the face, the most intoxicating scent, a fragrance that makes my mouth water in a way of uncontrollable biological urge, it came to me in the smells of a botanical aroma, the harsh but beautiful thorns of a rose, a woodslike perfume a musk that ended in the sweet floral  essence of apple blossoms. And in walked the most, gorgeous…girl, creature, nymphlike female. A wild and unhinged beauty, light olive skin that looked impossibly soft to touch, with a doll-like face, round and heart-shaped all at once, the most perfectly round, china doll cheeks and an elegant pointed chin that hinted at Eastern European heritage. Lips, a mouth so full and plush, pillowy and painted a seductive, dusky nude a naked and suggestive color. Her nose is perfect and button-like, doll-like just like the rest of her face, hooded eyes like they crafted from glass and porcelain, marionette-like, with lashes of a figurine, dark and long and sweeping, that flutter to reveal liquid gold. A color I only see on those like us, hers are a butterscotch heaven, the richest shade of topaz. Her marionette face was framed by very long, waist-length thick hair, the color of the most intense copper, with auburn blended in giving it an unreal color inhuman, but despite her thin, perfectly round arch dark colored eyebrows, it is her natural color. It fell and rippled like heavy, expensive satin, I could faintly smell the heat from a styling tool off of them. It did make her bangs frame her forehead prettily. 

I’m not even a little bit ashamed to say that is a body I’ll never forget, that will haunt my waking dreams, none I’ve seen in my 158 years walking this Earth, naturally at least. She’s soft, her curves soft, a waist tiny enough to separate top to bottom, a perky overflowing cleavage straining against a tiny camisole beneath a flowing, sheer top with a color that goes too well with her hair and her eyes and brings out the exotic olive of her skin, and a skirt that didn’t try to hide an ass I’d love to see bouncing on my cock. I’m allowed to have these lewd thoughts, they’re my lewd thoughts after all, although my surrogate brother would disagree, it’s a good thing he’s playing junior.

Kira Varady.

Kira Varady.

Kira, keer-rah

Verra-dee

A name almost as pretty as her, Kira is a Greek name more common in Russia if I can remember, meaning mistress, and Varady is Hungarian. Probably a location name, like most over there. 

I crave to know all about her just as much as I crave her body, I crave those porn star lips wrapped around my cock, I crave to fill her up to my balls in all her holes and to feel her soft curves in my harsh hands, and yet…I didn’t crave her blood, not even a little bit, not at all.

She’s talking, oh and her voice does nothing but encourage my passionate lust, I swallowed in a hunger that doesn’t concern bodily fluids..well…

“Hi, I’m Kira. I’m from like an hour away, and my nose ring is real, I’ve been asked so…well anyway, I’m going to sit.” She laughed breathily in a way that would have put Marilyn to shame, and I would know…I’d definitely know about good ol’ Norma Jean.

When she spoke it was like a raspy, gooey goodness. Light and squeaky with a smokiness. Perfect phone voice. 

I haven’t been feeling so uncontrollably lustful in so long, she’s so tantalizing, and yet her blood doesn't do it for me. What is she? She isn’t very sweet smelling, she’s not one of us but she isn’t human either.

“Uh, well thank you Kira, for that interesting…introduction, you’ll sit beside Jasper.” Ms. Allen instructed.

“That would be me, Jasper Hale.” I said to her once the maenad sat beside me. It’s the only thing I could describe her as, if I ever met one, maybe they don’t exist, but if they did, I think they’d be intoxicating and wild like her.

My voice was more grizzly than I intended, but it was already hoarse from the constant blood hunger in teenage hell, and now with lust I sound like a chainsmoker from Atlantic City.

The amount of jealousy from all around the room was so strong, I wish I could tell them to just stop feeling, but we all know how that would end. She sat down and her eyes met mine, gold on gold, butterscotch meets harvest-dipped dandelion. It was an intense ritual, ritual is how I would describe it because it felt religious, and it felt like we were definitely performing something. It was like mating through eye contact, it was heated, it was humid, it was hot and sticky and if I could remember what it was like to breathe, I’d have a hard time doing it right now. Her smell, her aroma, my eyes almost rolled back, I wanted to feed on her without bleeding her dry. But I wanted to bleed her dry until there’s nothing but me left in her veins. I don’t want to exist without her anymore. When I leave this classroom I need it to be with her, when she inhales and exhales her next breath it better be of me, I want to occupy her oxygen. I want her to choke if I’m not there, I could feel her. I can really feel her right now, I can feel her unbridled passion and her wild lust. I can feel her life-threatening need for me. I could cry from relief, but blood pouring from my eyes would certainly cause an uproar. 

My eyes dared to drop, down to her pouty lips that parted attractively, down to her pulsing throat, down to her smooth, silken, and plump cleavage that was like Italian art.  I made a point. I made it obvious to her where I was looking before raising my eyes back to hers, and I watched her watch me lick my lips and spread my legs in my seat. I was so tempted to ask if she’d like a seat. 

I now want more than anything to spill the blood of any person who allowed themselves to desire her. She’s mine. The major and I made a unanimous vote on account of her definitely being the one, I feel it. He feels it. She was born for me, made for me, her destiny leads down one road and it leads to me. And I am the same, all I went through all of the right the wrong, and all in between was so I could be guided to her. My purpose.

“I think…wait, what were we talking about?” She asked in a breathless laugh, and I wanted to consume her so badly. I wanted to sink my teeth anywhere I can reach so all will know she is mine.

I laughed a little myself,and her heart raced. “You’re Kira Varady, I’m Jasper Hale, and that is what we were talking about, then I was going to ask to see your schedule.”

She smiled, it was innocent and candied. “You are the only person outside of Hungary who pronounced my last name correctly.”

“I’ve cheated, I’ve visited Budapest once.” In the 1910s briefly.

Her eyes widened and it made me ache. “Wow, I go there once a year…” She trailed off, most people would assume she isn’t a smart girl, with her coquettish voice and featherbrain fox appearance, but she hides so much of herself I can tell. She does it for survival, I’d know.  She looked at me again and giggled. “You have an accent, are you from the south?”

“Texas, Galveston specifically.” I smirked. We spoke in hushed tones, like we were sharing secrets…maybe we are. “And-” I slipped her schedule from her desk into my hand as I mentally memorized it. “We have the same schedule.” Or we will after this class, I need to do a little compelling. 

I felt emotions of relief and joy ooze from her, like she felt it too like I knew I was her life line. “Thank Goddess, I literally have lost like two tour guides already and it’s not even the second period!” 

I watched her in awe like she was living art, and you know what? She sort of was, she really was. John William Waterhouse’s medieval maidens couldn’t compare. “Well you won’t lose me Kira.” I purred her name and felt her shiver. “Where are you from, Budapest?” I teased.

“No, just an hour away in Port Angeles. But I was conceived in Budapest in a commune.”

I rose my brows. My wild beauty was created in wild passion, how fitting, and Eastern European woods are known for supernatural happenings, perhaps the answers lie there.

“Somehow I know the story doesn’t end there.” I was encouraged.

She got that faraway look again. “It doesn’t, I was born in a house on Haight-Ashbury, and ended up back in Transdanubia, but then I somehow found Port Angeles with my Aunt Liz.” She giggled but it didn’t reach her eyes and she shook her head. “I’m really not that interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.” I didn’t let her look away this time.

She didn’t smile or giggle, she just stared, letting her walls drop just a little bit, I could feel her feel comfort in me, nothing tastes sweeter. “Do you still live in Port Angeles?” I won’t allow her to confess in a room full of strangers.

A warm smile was born on her sultry lips as she looked down. “Yes, in an old Victorian on the edge of town…but,” Her smile ran away again. “I don’t go there anymore.” She said slowly and looked away. “The school there…I don’t.” I felt disgust and horror from her and wanted to burn the entire world to take those feelings away. She laughed and shook her head. “Um wow, I’m sorry I just totally zoned out again didn’t I? I know that’s really annoying.”

“Don’t be silly, you could never annoy me.”

“You sound so sure for someone who just met me.”

“Lets just say, I’m good at reading people.”

We were talking for so long, I didn’t realize for how long until the bell rang. I wasn’t lying about us having the same class next, but I’ll have to do some seriously glamoring to get away with the rest.

We both stood up and I took her books and backpack so she wouldn't carry anything. She smiled so radiantly. “You don’t have to carry my things.”

“Please, I can’t feel a thing, these weigh nothing.”

She giggled. “You do look like you work out.”

I smirked at her, noticing my physique. “Yeah but I’m not a meathead, probably the only Texas boy who didn’t grow up with football. I like to hike.”

Her eyes lit up. “I too, like to delve into…nature…the woods are so…calming.”

Call me crazy, but when she spoke spaced out like that, it was kind of really hot. “We should go together sometime, where’s your locker?”

She shrugged with a careless smile. “I dunno, but I have the number.”

“Well lets find it together.”

We quickly did, and I helped her pack her things in. When she closed her door I leaned against it looking down into her toffee-colored heavenly eyes. “Kira…”

She exhaled breathily, her breasts rose and fell beautifully as she looked up into my eyes. “Jasper…”

“Kira, give me your hand.”

She rose a soft palm, nails painted iridescent dark green and fingers adorn with celestial symbols. Between that and the mention of woods, I’d bet my Kira is a little pagan, or wants to be one. I took a sharpie and wrote my name and cell phone number in her palm. 

“That tickles.” She giggled.

She’s so fucking cute. “Do you have a cell?”

She shook her head adorably, I’ll definitely have to get her one. “I read palms you know.” 

Oh she’s definitely an interesting little beauty. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, maybe I can read yours sometime?”

I smiled, she flirted very interestingly, made me want more, like giving me little bites. I leaned in, but Alice came over and interrupted. I was torn between guilt and anger.

I growled and then looked apologetic. 

“Hey Jazz, can we talk?”

My wild beauty looked very jealous and I was glad she felt claim over me, but I also don't want her to feel like she had to fight for me, she doesn’t. I looked at her tenderly. “I’ll be right back okay? Promise.”

And with that sad look and lying smile from her, I disappeared from her with Alice.

[winchester-fantasies]

Bewildered Heart - Chapter Eight: Off the Grid

Series Summary: What happens when Sam and Dean Winchester love the same woman?

Word Count: 2385

Warnings: angst, pregnant reader, mentions of angry Sam and Dean, swearing

Pairing: Dean x Remi Leverett (OC), Sam x Remi Leverett (OC)

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

     “You want some wine?” Lauren questioned, holding up a bottle of red moscato.

      Remi shook her head. “No, thanks. I’m good.”

      “Okay,” Lauren said in surprise before filling a wine glass with the red liquid. “You sure this is the same Remington Leverett I grew up with?” she teased making her way back to the kitchen where Remi was busy chopping herbs. Lauren stirred the boiling pot of spaghetti before turning toward her friend and leaning against the counter. “I’ve never known you to turn down a glass of wine,” Lauren said, taking a sip from her glass.

      “Yeah, well, that was before I was pregnant,” Remi stated matter-of-factly, dropping the knife on the cutting board and scooping the herbs into a bowl.

      Lauren nearly spewed her wine at Remi’s confession. She swallowed quickly before going into a coughing fit. She finally composed herself before setting down her glass and turning to Remi with a shocked expression. “Pregnant?” Lauren asked.

      Remi shrugged. “Yeah, I’m pregnant. Thought I’d just lay it out on the table since every time I try to find a nice way to tell people, it all goes to shit,” she said, slamming the bowl on the counter, causing some of the leafy greens to fall onto the granite countertop.

      “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Lauren said, coming to stand beside her friend. “Where is all this anger coming from? And what the hell is going on?”

      Remi sighed. “Ren, like I said, it’s a long story. I don’t really want to talk about it.”

      Lauren huffed. “Well, tough luck! You can’t just tell me you’re pregnant and then expect me to just go on like everything’s normal.”

      Remi stared at the black granite beneath the bowl, silver flecks sparkling under the bright light of the kitchen. She wished more than anything that she could meld into the emptiness of it, escaping the reality of everything and just float into nothingness.

      She felt Lauren’s hand come to her shoulder. “Remi, please,” Lauren gently prodded. “I just want to understand.”

      Remi took a shaky breath before turning and leaning back against the counter, her arms crossing over her chest. “My life is such a shitshow right now,” she chuckled harshly. She proceeded to recount everything that had happened, from Sam getting left behind in the alternate universe, to her and Dean bonding over the last year and a half when they realized Sam wasn’t coming back, and finally finishing at Sam’s reappearance, her unexpected pregnancy, and Sam and Dean’s quickly deteriorating affection and support.

      The kitchen faded into silence as Remi finished her tale. She glanced at her friend. Lauren stood gaping at the story, seemingly unable to find words. “Wow,” she finally breathed. “Remi, I had no idea. Why didn’t you call me?”

      Remi shook her head and shrugged. “I didn’t know what to do. I was so confused and upset. It just seemed like one thing after another kept happening – building on top of one another until it came crashing down. I just…I couldn’t stay there.”

      Lauren wrapped her arm around her friend’s shoulders and pulled her close. Remi laid her head on Lauren’s shoulder as tears began falling. “I’m so sorry, Remi, that all this is happening. I can’t say that I understand one hundred percent because I’ve never been in your position before. But what I can say, is that both Sam and Dean are assholes for treating you like that.”

      Remi sniffled and swiped at her nose as she leaned away from her friend with red-rimmed eyes. “Yeah, but I was the one that fucked everything up.”

      Lauren shrugged. “So maybe you made a couple of mistakes. You’re fucking human, Remi. You’ve been through a ton of shit the last couple of years and no one can blame you for being confused and uncertain. I can’t believe how you’ve managed to remain so strong throughout all this. I don’t know that I could’ve held up as well as you,” Lauren said. “Their reactions were way out of line and that’s on them.”

      “Yeah, I guess so,” Remi mumbled, sniffing and wiping the remaining tears from her cheeks.

      Lauren smiled. “Like I said before, you stay here as long as you need. Take your time and figure everything out.” Lauren leaned her shoulder against her friend’s, jostling Remi lightly. “Plus, it’s nice to have my best friend around again. It’ll be just like old times,” she added, smirking playfully.

      Remi couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped her throat just as the front door opened. “Hey, Remi!” Zach greeted, slipping off his mud covered boots and setting them by the door. He enveloped her into one of his famous bear hugs before placing a chaste kiss on her head. “Lauren told me you were here. It’s good to see you again.” Both women had known Zach since they were children. They were school friends as well as playmates and Remi had been thrilled when the high school sweethearts had tied the knot.

      “It’s great to see you, too, Zach,” Remi grinned.

      “How long are you planning on staying?” Zach asked, going to the sink and washing the dirt off his large, calloused hands.

      Remi shrugged. “I’m not sure yet.”

      Zach nodded, taking the towel from its rack and wiping the water from his skin. “I’m surprised Sam isn’t with you,” he remarked.

      Remi laughed sharply as she looked toward the ground. Zach glanced to Lauren, his expression filled with confusion. “What? What did I say?”

      “We’ll talk about it later, babe,” Lauren said, sending him a pointed look. Zach nodded vaguely before he made his way down the hall to their bedroom.

      Remi helped set the table before they all sat down to eat. They caught up on their lives and discussed the happenings of the town. Zach said he still worked with his father on their chicken farm and Lauren volunteered part-time at the local library. Their conversation soon turned toward old times and memories that all three had shared, as well as laughter.

      Later that night, Remi lay in bed, listening to the pine trees rub together. She heard an owl hoot in the distance and a dog bark down the road. She smiled into the darkness as she watched the shadows dance on the walls from the moonlight. She couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed as hard as she had tonight. It was a nice reprieve to not have to worry about hunting or the problems back at the bunker. She was safe and happy and for once in a long time she felt she could let go and breathe.

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     A light buzzing by Remi’s ear woke her up the next morning. She groaned as she opened her eyes, surprised to see the sun already bright and shining through the curtains. She fumbled for her phone, finding it tucked under her pillow. She sighed when Dean’s name popped up, indicating a new text message.

      “Where are you?”

      Remi gritted her teeth before turning off her phone. How dare he ask her that! What right did he have to question where she was when he had been the one to storm off without so much as a goodbye or indication of where he was going and when he would be back? For all she knew he had made the decision to never come back.

      She tossed her phone to the mattress before she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Remi made her way to the sliding glass door, pulling back the flowered curtains and stepping out onto the balcony. She went to stand at the edge, taking in the view around her. The pines sat to her right, already swaying in the morning breeze, while a large oak tree stood tall on her left, its branches reaching towards the sky. Forest surrounded the property, the ground sloping downhill, before finally plateauing off into a cliff. A valley sat below the cliff, a tiny trail of water flowing from deep underground before meeting a large creek a mile down the road.

      After changing into jeans and a hoodie she made her way downstairs. Lauren was seated on the couch facing the large windows that looked out into the backyard, a book nestled in her hand. A fire crackled in the wood burning stove that sat in the corner of the dining room, adding warmth and a sense of hominess that Remi desperately missed.

      Lauren looked up from her book as Remi’s bare feet padded across the hardwood floor. “Good morning,” Lauren greeted, a bright grin on her face. “Sleep well?”

      Remi settled down on the opposite side of the couch, drawing her legs to her chest. She returned her friend’s smile and nodded. “Yeah, better than I have in a long time, actually.”

      “Great! I made breakfast earlier this morning before Zach left for work. There’s still some in the kitchen if you’re hungry,” Lauren offered.

      “Yeah, sounds great,” Remi said, getting up from the couch and making her way into the kitchen. Biscuits sat on the stove while sausage gravy filled a large saucepan. After making herself a plate, she microwaved the food and poured herself a large mug of coffee.

      She rejoined Lauren before digging into the food. She hummed in contentment as the first bite of biscuits and gravy settled deliciously on her tongue. She closed her eyes, savoring the flavor. When she opened them again, she found Lauren staring at her, her hazel eyes dancing. “You okay over there?” she asked in amusement.

      Remi chuckled. “It’s been so long since I’ve had biscuits and gravy. I’ve missed good Southern cooking,” she said, her drawl coming through.

      “I can tell,” Lauren giggled. “Hey, I have to volunteer at the library this afternoon,” she continued as Remi took another bite. “Would you want to go with me? It’s only for a few hours.”

      Remi shrugged and nodded her head. “Yeah, sure. I haven’t been downtown in ages.”

      “Okay, awesome!” Lauren answered. “We’ll leave in about an hour.”

      After Remi finished her late breakfast and washed her plate and silverware she slipped back to her room to finish getting ready. She tied her hair into a messy bun and grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste from her duffle bag. She reached for her phone to find a missed call and another text, this time from Sam.

      “Remi, where are you? Cas said you left. I just want to talk. Call me.”

      How could Sam expect her to want to talk to him after all the callous things he had said to her? Remi rolled her eyes instead before she once more threw her phone to the bed.

**********

     Remi milled around the library, walking along the shelves that lined every corner of the old building. Her fingers slid over the spines, her eyes scanning over the myriad of titles. She recognized some of the books, having read them when she was younger.

      She slowly made her way up the stairs to the second floor, the refurbished floorboards creaking under her feet. Although this floor held several shelves of books, it was dedicated to the history of Gentry, historical and vintage items filling several glass cases. Remi breathed in deep, the smell of mildew and dust mingling with the heady scent of aging paper. This floor had always been her favorite, not only because of the history that lined nearly every wall, but the quiet sitting area nestled behind the shelves of books.

      She took a book from one of the shelves and sat down on the overstuffed couch, sinking down into its plush cushions. Silence invaded the space around her and soon enough she was engaged in the story, the words leaping off the page and creating a vivid image in her mind.

      Remi was so engrossed in the book that she barely noticed the buzzing under her. She frowned as she felt it again before she realized it was her phone. She took it from her back pocket to find that Sam was once again calling her. She swiped her finger to the left, declining the call before she set her phone down beside her, once more focusing on the page before her.

      After a few moments her phone buzzed again, this time indicating a voicemail. She stared at the screen until it went black a few seconds later. She continued reading, but this time she found it more difficult to concentrate as her mind flicked back to the voicemail. Finally she sighed heavily, closing the book abruptly and placing it on her lap. She picked up her phone, going straight to her voicemail.

      “Hey, Remi, it’s me…Sam,” he sighed. “Listen, I know things didn’t go the way you planned the other day. But…I’m starting to worry. Please call me back.”

      Remi huffed incredulously as she dropped the phone on the cushion beside her. She had barely been gone for a day and already he was concerned. What about her? He had left so abruptly she had little time to process anything, let alone where he was going or what he was doing. He could have died and she would have been none the wiser.

      For two days Sam and Dean texted and called her. Each time they implored a little more, desperation starting to settle in. Each time Remi ignored them, the pain in her heart still too thick and heavy to respond. She didn’t even care if they were hurt; they had hurt her, and she found very little empathy for their obvious worry.

      Every text was different, the boys using various tactics to get her to respond. But each one said that same thing: “I’m sorry. Please come home.” 

     Remi finally threw her phone across the room with a scream, the device thumping against the wall with a heavy thud. She was fuming when she went over to it, a sense of satisfaction falling over her when she realized her phone was broken. She knew the boys would eventually track her GPS when they realized she wasn’t going to respond to their pleas, and she didn’t want to fall into that trap. She wasn’t ready to face them again and she knew living off the grid was the only way to escape it.

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Phylax Avengers x oc Prologue

Phylax: Ancient Greek. Watcher, protector, sentinel, guardian.

Bennett Lancaster grew up in her small hometown with her head full of stories of heroes, from the latest action flick to the oldest of Greek myths. Going into private security and moving away from her small hometown, she knew would bring her adventures. She never imagined that it would put her in the middle of the next generation of heroes. (Rating Teen.)

Tony x oc (platonic), Natasha x oc (slowburn)

Word count: 4212

Chapter warnings: cheating, child death, blood, injury

Mrs. Bethany Lancaster watched her four older children as they ran out of the house. Nora would watch the three little ones and it would give her some peace and quiet as long as the baby stayed asleep. Thirty solid minutes with no disasters was a small miracle. It gave her time to catch up on housework, which she had lacked since baby number five, Zach, arrived. She checked on the three month old before turning back to the chores at hand.  

She had the most recent pile of laundry folded and stacked the only thing left was matching the socks. That was when she heard the scream. 

“Momma!”  Beth looked up to see her 6 year old daughter, Bennett racing towards the house. Her face red and there were obvious tear tracks. Panic. That was what was in her daughter’s face. She ran to the yard meeting her half way. The girl was crying so hard that understanding her words was near impossible. “Fitzy, Fitzy. Momma...Fitzy.” Beth scooped the crying girl in her arms and headed farther into the open fields. “Nora, Leo,” she called for her two oldest children.

Bennett buried her head in her mother’s shoulder. “Fitzy.” 

Bethany’s heart raced as she ran towards the distant call returned by her 15-year-old daughter. “Momma. Help it’s Fitz.” 

The sight that met Bethany Lancaster’s eyes was one that every mother fears. A small body lay in the creek, blood soaked through his short blonde hair. His face pale and lips blue. Bethany handed the crying Bennett to Nora and knelt by the boy. “What happened?” She felt for a pulse and then listened for a breath but found neither. 

“I don’t know. We were playing in the field. Fitz wanted a turn with the kite but Leo had it. The next thing I remember we were here and Fitz was like this.” The older girl took deep breaths trying to calm herself to take care of her sister. 

Bethany began the process of CPR knowing it was no use. She sent Leo to the house to call 911. Blood slid down the creek bed as she tried to pump life back into her young son. 

“Fitzy!” Bennett cried, kicking Nora sharply in the leg so the older girl would drop her. As soon as she hit the ground the girl scrambled to her twin brother. “Fitzy, wake up,” her tears dripped to his cheeks, “Fitzy!” 

When the ambulance arrived it was too late. Bennett cried in her mother’s arms pleading for her brother to get up. Nora had returned to the house shortly after Leo and was caring for Zachary.

Bennett’s mother clung tightly to the girl. Small bloody handprints appeared on the fabric of her shirt as the girl fought to reach her brother as the coroner zipped the body bag. Fitz’s face disappearing from their view. The small girl went weak in her mother’s arms. Sobs wracked her body as she cried. Her brother’s name came out as only a whimper. Bethany Lancaster allowed her first tear then holding her daughter as her son was taken away. 

Frost coated the ground of the small park closest to Stark tower. Normally Bennett would take her bike out of town to a small nature trail nearby, today there wasn’t time. The steady pounding of her sneakers hitting the pavement was Bennett's sole focus. After a nightmare an early morning run was soothing. The cold morning air brushed against her face, turning her cheeks and nose rosy. Her breath froze in the air in front of her. 18 years had passed since that day and she still felt the loss. If she managed to outrun her memories during the light of day, they always caught back up to her in her sleep.

Back at Stark Tower again Bennett made her way to the gym. She pushed her short hair back out of her face, and made her way to the heavy bag. The bag buckled under the weight of her first few punches. The rough leather grated against her knuckles as she tried to bleed out the last of her nightmare.

For a year and a half Bennett had held a job in security at Stark Industries, as Tony Stark’s personal bodyguard. She had been with Pepper through every second of the incident in Afghanistan. She had helped Tony weather the introduction of Ironman and subsequent fall out. 

Tony was the first big job Bennett had in her field of choice. She had applied for numerous other positions at companies around the city but was passed over because she was too young or inexperienced. Today marked her 24th birthday. 

She was qualified for the job. Top of her class at the academy, marksmanship was in the top 5%, hand to hand combat top 3%, surveillance and observation top 7%. The problem came in because she didn’t look 24. She didn’t even look 20 most days. On a really good day the blonde could pass for 21 but most days about 16 or 17. Resembling a teenager was not exactly intimidating. The clothes Pepper bought, and Tony paid for, helped.  Pepper insisted though, that this was an asset. It made it easier for her to fade into the background. Unassuming and nonthreatening. So when she selected Bennett’s work attire, it was professional but always carried a young, carefree air to it. Usually in the form of colored Converse, lightly distressed jeans, or a graphic tee under her button down or jacket.  

Tabloids had been fun the first couple months after she was noticed. According to those reporters Bennett was Tony Stark's love child from his wild youth. The papers had new stories released every week. "Birth mothers" were lining up to back their stories. There were a few similarities between Bennett and Tony. Skin tone, brown eyes, although his were a darker brown than hers, and a few other overlapping "roguish features", to quote Tony. But past that nothing. The women claiming to be her mother, ranged from hispanic to Irish, from waitresses to swimsuit models. Each story was more ridiculous than the last. Simple math would disprove every one of the women, they were all too young. As would Bennett’s nearly platinum blonde hair. Seriously not one paper thought to find a blonde.

 Quick punch combos rocked the bag on it's chains. The bag caved around her heel as she sunk a kick in. The bag was inviting. Granting a release. The anger and fear. The nightmares, the memories. A release for all of it. Bennett poured them all into the bag where they would stay buried in the sand contained in the canvas. She worked the bag over and over, punch after punch, blow after blow. The combinations becoming more deadly as she worked. 

Tony entered the room watching the girl work and the bag rocked on it’s chains. He watched not wanting to interrupt her. Her fist slammed hard into the bag and he winced. She seemed to deflate holding on to the bag. Letting out an exhausted breath she whispered, "Happy birthday, Fitz"

He gave her another moment heart breaking slightly at the sight. Opening the door and shutting it again Tony approached her as if he had just gotten there. "As my bodyguard, are you not supposed to be aware of your surroundings? I mean if I can sneak in on you anyone can." He crossed the room towards her. "You gonna talk about it this time?"

"I am supposed to be aware of threats, I would hardly classify you as a threat," she walked over taking the bottle from his hand for a drink. The liquid had barely touched her tongue when she spit it out, gagging. "What on earth are you drinking?" She opened the bottle giving the substance a tentative sniff, it was thick and green.

"It's, uh, protein shake from one of those MMA magazines you get."

"Why is it green?" The blonde sniffed it again, wrinkling her nose at the smell.

“Kelp?” Tony took a moment to answer.

“Your answer to that shouldn’t be a question,” she quipped, handing the bottle back and turned to get water from the small fridge.

Tony nodded towards her hand, “you’re bleeding.”

She looked down examining the knuckles. Sure enough the skin was broken on the first two knuckles of each hand and the rest were smeared with blood. “It’s probably just a little scratch.”

He gave her a disbelieving look. “You never even let me look at the bag without wrapping my hands.”

“It’s fine, Boss. It looks worse than it is,” she shrugged it off. “Go grab your mouthpiece and meet me on the mats.” Bennett headed into the locker room to grab her mouthpiece and take care of her hands. She knew better, but the rough material of the bag had felt good. Pain always brought relief. Physical pain was manageable. 

Turning the water on she waited the few seconds it would take for it to heat. She ran her hands under the water scrubbing them clean. The water diluted the blood. Bennett squeezed her eyes shut as her nightmare rushed back. The onslaught of images making her slightly nauseous. Wiping her hands dry the skin looked new. It had knit itself back perfectly. That’s why it had escaped her notice, something small like that was less bothersome than a mosquito bite. There is no telling how many times the skin had broken for them to bleed that much. In the most extreme case so far her healing factor was effective enough to heal 12 gunshot wounds simultaneously. So a busted knuckle from the heavy bag was something she wasn’t worried about.  

 Wrapping her knuckles she returned to the gym, mouthpiece in hand. Many things are socially acceptable now.  Many things the government has legalized. They tolerated Ironman. There were rumors of Captain America being found. Talk of other survivors of genetic experiments. Negotiations for the rights of Inhumans. One thing that had not been changed, that had not been legalized, had not been repealed. The Mutant Registration Act. 

Mutation was still seen as an abomination, an affront to nature. Mutants were closely monitored if they managed not to be thrown in jail. To date only three mutants from the registration had not been incarcerated for any length of time, and only because their mutations were purely cosmetic. Horns and tails posed no real threat to humanity's safety. It would be safe to say Tony didn't know about her abilities. No one knew, not even her parents. She intended to keep it that way. She pulled on her fingerless gloves and headed back into the gym.

Ground fighting was the order of the day. After reviewing some of the pins and chokes they had worked on they began to grapple.

 Round 1: 2 minutes, submission, guillotine, Bennett. 

Round 2: 45 seconds, submission, arm bar, Bennett 

Round 3: 3 minutes, submission, Darce choke, Bennett. 

It continued for seven rounds. Some of the rounds could have been shorter but Bennett liked to play a bit. The third round for instance had taken so much time because Bennett wanted to win with the Darce choke. Other times she just drug the fight out to make Tony work harder. Tony got close a few times. After each round the blonde showed him how to lock in the choke to prevent escape. 

Training with Tony was a good warm up for the day and Bennett truly loved teaching him. He didn't really need it. He had the suit. Hand to hand combat was kinda obsolete against that. 

"Okay," he coughed, tapping the mat to signal Bennett to let go. "I'm done. Besides we have a full day." He stretched to work out the kinks in his spine from the fights. 

Bennett pulled up the schedule on her phone, the Stark tech projecting the application off the screen for her. "We have 30 minutes to clean up, eat, and get to the board meeting."

He nodded drinking from the bottle of green goo. "Thanks, kid. Next time I am going to win one." She chuckled, pulling her gloves off before heading back upstairs to change.

 The meeting seemed to drag on and on. No matter how many of these things she sat through Bennett never could find it in herself to follow along. The phone buzzed in her pocket. A new text. 

Tony: kid, watch this.

A few seconds passed and one of the board members grew noticeably irritated before he swatted the air. Upon closer inspection Bennett could see a small black object darting around the man’s head. Bennett would have simply assumed it to be a fly except for the small red light blinking from it. Almost indiscernible. 

Tony flicked his fingers across his phone and the small object darted at the man again. It was a drone. The man grew more distracted by the second. Bennett and Tony bit back their laughter. 

“Tony,” Pepper snapped, “do you have anything to contribute?”

“Uh,...no I think you covered it rather eloquently,” he tapped his screen once more before shoving the phone back in his pocket. Bennett watched the drone zip away probably to some charging dock across the building. 

“If no one has any new business I think we can adjourn,” Pepper dismissed the board members with a smile. As the last man stepped out she turned a glare toward the two. Focusing on Tony she spoke “do you think this is a game, I am trying to run a company here, your company. You could at least pretend to care.” 

 Pepper dragged Bennett and Tony upstairs. If Tony kept this up he would run the company into the ground. He needed to take his responsibilities seriously. Happy met them in the kitchen  where lunch was being served. JARVIS with the help of a bot or two had prepared a salad with grilled chicken. 

Bennett inwardly groaned kelp shakes and now salad. Tony was on a health kick, which meant it was time to stock up on junk food. 

Pepper excused herself when she received a call from one of the overseas investors during lunch leaving Tony, Bennett, and Happy alone for a moment. "Tonight's the night, right? Are you sure you wanna do this kid?" Tony leaned back in his seat trying to make his voice sound casual.

Bennett’s face lit in a smile. "I think so. Emily and I have been together for two years. Our lives fit together seamlessly. We have talked out our plans for the future together. Almost never fight." She chuckled lightly. "Everyone says that proposing is nerve wracking. But I thought it all through and planned it out. Honestly I'm not nervous at all. We fit too well together. She's gonna say yes." Bennett took the small box from her pocket examining the ring. 

Tony held out his hand and she passed the box over. Tony nodded his approval before handing the ring to Happy.

 "Not a bad choice, kid. You want me to drive you tonight. I could get the limo."

Bennett tucked the ring back in her pocket. "No I got it. Gonna take one of Tony’s cars and pick her up, take her to her favorite restaurant. That I can pass off as birthday privileges. Limo would be a bit over the top. Might tip her off." 

"Public proposal? At the restaurant? Pretty gutsy." Tony quipped. 

"No, she wouldn't want that kind of attention" Bennett shook her head, "a walk in the park after, to a spot I know she loves. I'll ask her there." Bennett could see it all in her mind from the bench by the lake to the smile on Emily’s face. Tonight was going to change everything. Tonight would be the start of a new life, a better life.

Happy's phone buzzed. "Sorry, Pepper needs me to pick up someone at the airport. If I don't make it back in time, good luck, kid." He smiled before running out the door. 

"Benn are you really sure about this? Not a doubt in your mind that Emily is the one?" Tony wore a serious expression. "You're young. Not many people find their soulmate at 24."

“I didn’t,” Bennett smirked, ”we met when I was 22."

Tony's expression grew more serious if possible."Benn. This is a big decision. I don't want to see you heartbroken if things don't work down the road. Just make sure you have thought this through. Does Emily really make you happy?"

The blonde gave his words careful consideration before replying. "I think so. I mean we've had rocky places sure. Everyone does, but I think she makes me happy."

Tony locked his gaze with hers "marriage is a lifetime thing." 

"Who are you and what have you done with Tony?" He didn't even smirk at the attempted joke. Bennett let out a deep sigh "I know it's a lifetime thing. I am prepared to sacrifice a lifetime if she needs me to.” She let the silence hang for a few seconds before allowing a smirk to slide in place, “Pepper is gone for the day and Happy is out so...Smash bros showdown." Tony didn't move immediately but the corner of his lips turned up. " Come on, Boss. It will get my mind off things."

He gave a sigh before a genuine smile spread across his features. "Alright, best of 75. If I win I get your bike for a week if you win you can use my suit."

"No safety mode?" Bennett cocked one brow in question.

"Weapons hot." He held out his hand which she in turn took shaking it. 

"Deal."

Several hours later Pepper walked into the common area to Tony's shouts of victory and Bennett’s groans of defeat. "The bike is mine for the week." He crowed. 

"Yeah, yeah," She scowled at the tv screen “you can use the Harley or the Honda this week.”

“No I get the Ducati,” he insisted.

“The original deal said you get my bike for a week not which one. You should be more specific next time, I have seven.” She smirked.  

"Well, well." They both jumped at the new voice spinning to see Pepper standing in the doorway. "I see you two got a lot done today."

"It was bonding time, really." Tony explained. 

Bennett shot a cheeky grin towards the older woman shrugging, "while the cat's away…"

"Obviously." A soft smile played on her lips even as she tried to hide it. "Bennett, don't you have to be somewhere in an hour?"

She tapped the screen on her phone, her Ducati lit up in the background as she checked the time. "Crap. Yeah thanks Pep." Jumping up from the couch the girl pressed a kiss to Pepper’s cheek before heading to the doorway. 

"Are you both coming back tonight? I have a few things saved for the occasion. Wanted to celebrate a little with you, both of you.” Tony explained.

“More than likely. But Tony: no party! If you guys want to say “hi” and stuff fine, but no extras. No party.” Bennett set the rules for Tony’s “celebration”.

"Alright. Be safe and have fun tonight" Tony wrapped her in a tight hug. "Good luck, kid."

“Thanks, boss." Pepper pulled the girl in for one more hug as she rushed to her room. 

Bennett pulled up to Emily’s apartment at 6:30 sharp. Knocking at the door she rocked back on her heels as she waited for Emily to answer, a bouquet of roses in hand. 

“Bennett!” Emily opened the door with a broad smile. She leaned forward pulling the blonde into a kiss. “Those for me?” She asked, pulling away for a second. 

“Who else would they be for?” Bennett pecked her lips again. 

She took the roses, “I’ll just put these in water right quick,” she slipped inside pushing the door closed before Benn could follow. Seconds later she came back out, “ready to go?” Her smile was bright as she took Bennett’s hand, heading to the car. 

Bennett opened her door for her, before climbing in the driver's seat. They drove and talked, laughing occasionally. The blonde couldn’t keep the smile off her face.

The night started at an art gallery. Emily led Bennett through the gallery pointing out her favorite pieces. They talked over the exhibits as they went. Emily gushed over a large metal sculpture in the middle of the museum. She rattled on talking about lines and angles to convey the artist’s meaning. Benn nodded along and agreed when she was asked what she thought. Her only real thought about the piece though was the welds were crap. 

Bennett lagged a bit behind as they came across an exhibit of statues from Greece. Athena, Artemis, and Apollo were displayed alongside sculptures of gorgons, minotaurs, and chimaeras. Emily tugged her along to finish up the last few exhibits. 

When they pulled up to the restaurant Bennett quickly hopped out of the car, rushing around the front of the car to open Emily’s door. Bennett held out a hand and Emily took it. Her hand resting in the blonde’s made Benn feel as if Emily trusted her with her whole world. It was a responsibility the young bodyguard was happy to take on. 

“This really isn’t necessary, Bennie,” she tucked her hand around Bennett’s arm, “but thank you.” 

Dinner was slightly more expensive than she had originally planned but for tonight it would be worth it. Next stop was the nature park. They walked through the park under the stars hand in hand. The little box bounced in her pocket as they neared the spot.

Bennett took in the night sky. North star was straight ahead. Ursa Major and Ursa Minor. A story of jealousy. Zeus’ wife Hera was jealous of Callisto after Zeus fell in love with her. So Hera changed her into a bear. Callisto was hunted for years. Zeus and Callisto had a son named Arcas. When he grew Arcas became a great hunter, he was moments away from unknowingly killing his mother but Zeus interfered. Sending them into the sky creating the two constellations. 

“Bennie,” Emily pulled her from her thoughts. “Bennie babe, what is it about them that you find so fascinating?” She gestured towards the heavens.

“Everything. The stories, history, science…” 

Smiling Emily pulled her girlfriend around to face her. She beamed at the blonde, “you always have your head in the clouds, aren’t there more interesting things down here on the ground.” She pulled Bennett in close for a kiss, wrapping her arms around her neck deepening the kiss. 

Bennett pulled away after a moment, leading Emily further into the park. 

Bennett steeled herself.  “Em, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Of course. I wanted to talk to you about something too,” she followed happily. 

“You go ahead,” Bennett said, “what did you want to talk about?”

“No, no, go ahead, it can wait,” she threaded her fingers through Bennett’s. 

“Well,” they came to the spot by the edge of the lake. Taking a deep breath Bennett began her speech “Emily, we have been together for two years now. You helped me adapt to New York, out of the security of my college campus. New York is quite a bit bigger than I am used to,” a grin spread across Bennett’s face, one side slightly higher than the other. Lopsided. 

Emily placed her hand on Bennett’s cheek leveling out her smile “Yeah, your little “no where” Texas is a bit tiny. Population of what, 23?”

“That wasn’t the population, that was the size of my graduating class,” Bennett gave her an indignant look. “Give me some credit.” Emily laughed. “I couldn’t have made it this far without you, and I don’t want to spend any of my future without you by my side. So Emily, will you marry me?” Bennett pulled the ring from her pocket and waited for her answer. 

Bennett parked the car in the garage, killing the engine. She walked in the living area to see Tony, Pepper, and Happy all waiting. Champagne on ice. She let out a long sigh, there was no way to avoid them. 

Tony was grinning from ear to ear when she entered, “hey kid, how did it go?” He looked over her shoulder. “Where’s Emily?” 

The girl plastered a smile on her face. “I...not as planned.” she ran her hand through her hair, brushing her bangs behind her ear only for them to fall back in her face, too short to stay tucked. 

“What do you mean?” Pepper was concerned. 

“Turns out we...don’t want exactly the same things. Her future and mine... there’s this other girl, Madison. Emily has been with her for most of our relationship.” They were all dumb struck. She pulled the box from her pocket, setting it on the coffee table in front of the couch. “Guess I will have to figure out the return policy for that in the morning.” She gave the others a half hearted smile. “I think I am going to bed. Good night.” Apparently Tony was right, no one finds their soulmate at 24.

AN: won’t leave many of these. First I don’t own Marvel or their characters just Benn and her story. 

Second give me any feedback or ideas you have on this story. Any critic is welcome. It is a slowburn as far as the romance aspect goes but it will get there and there is plenty of other stuff in the meantime. 

Hope you enjoyed this introduction to Bennett and my story. Ch1 should be up in a week. 

[blueyesandleatherjacket]

Ghost of you, 18/?

Volume: 1.

Number of parts: 18/?.

Pairings: Human!Nine x Rose; Human!Ten x Jack; Clara Oswald x Olivia Baxter (OC).

Synopsis: "All she could see through her teary eyes was the body of the man who once was her friend laying on the ground surrounded by bloody pieces of gauzes. It made her heart more painful and her guilt crushed her. She squeezed her eyes shut. She didn’t want to see this anymore. She couldn’t handle it any longer."

A/N: I've started writing this fiction last year after I had a particularly weird dream (as usual) and after I wrote the prologue, I've put it aside to work on other stuff. I've gone back to it not so long ago and decided that it would be the fiction I would post next, after not posting anything for a while. I must have watched I am legend and Game of thrones way too much to come out with something like this but I hope you will like it. I am not a scientist, nor did I have a particular knowledge of sciences. I do my researches on the internet like everyone to make sure everything is as close to the reality as possible. I have a literature degree only. Writing is what I do and it makes me explore next fields, and learn new things.

“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.” - Norman Cousins.

CHAPTER 18:

Liv was devastated and no one could blame her for this. They could blame her for everything else but not for being devastated. It was all her fault. She had been the first one in the cage and she had thought she could do it. She had thought she could do the impossible. She had thought that she could actually save the man who saved her years ago… She had miserably failed. Maxence Spitz had died while she was trying to save him. His brain and body hadn’t been able to handle the struggle anymore. Piercing holes in his skull had been the last straw. Now, Liv had her hands covered with his blood, blood that she was spreading on her suit as she rocked herself. Tears were clouding her sight and sobs were making it hard for her to breathe. She couldn’t care less. She didn’t deserve to live when she had killed her friend. “Liv?” All she could see through her teary eyes was the body of the man who once was her friend laying on the ground surrounded by bloody pieces of gauzes. It made her heart more painful and her guilt crushed her. She squeezed her eyes shut. She didn’t want to see this anymore. She couldn’t handle it any longer. “Liv!” She could hear his voice now but she didn’t react to it. It was her grief speaking. Just a memory in a spectral form. It was no way to remember this fantastic man. She preferred keeping the precious memories of him smiling and laughing, the priceless image of the man who took her out of the orphanage when she was sixteen, the picture of him bruised after he got involved in a fight with his biological father who was responsible for her rape, for her miscarriage and her now inability to carry children. She remembered the many nights spent on the phone with him because she couldn’t sleep without nightmares, the many times he came over so she wouldn’t be alone and do something she would regret later. “Olivia!” She ignored the sound of his voice, ignored her full name – he was the only one allowed to use it but usually never did – ignored his hands on her shoulders shaking her. It was all part of an hallucination. A metaphor of her devastation. She wished it could be a nightmare she would wake up from. It would be easier to handle the death of the man who had saved her, to handle the fact that when she was given the chance to, she couldn’t save his life. She was a failure and he was gone forever. How could she ever cope with this? “Liv, please!” He was begging her now. What was she supposed to do? Ignore him, replied her reason. And she did. She shut her eyes even tighter and rocked herself faster as he was shaking her to make her leave her autistic condition. “Don’t give up on me now.” The voice was different. It should be more like an echo but it was somehow normal. The accent wasn’t the right one either. Londoner accent with a bit of Scottishness behind. It wasn’t Maxence but Tegan. She wasn’t having hallucinations. It was her new boss shaking her and calling her. And she still wasn’t reacting. “Olivia, please, look at me.” The hands moved from her shoulders to her protected face. They were cold, imprisoned into covers of latex gloves. Sterilised. Everything here was too sterilised. Even death was too clean in this place. It was oppressing and she already couldn’t breathe. Her green eyes met worried crinkled brown ones. Tegan. He was forcing her to connect back to reality but she didn’t want to. “You did everything right, Liv.” He was trying to reassure her but it was useless. She knew well that what she had done wasn’t right. It hadn’t saved Maxence. How could it be right when he was dead? She could never believe it. She could never forgive herself. “His brain was suffering from that pressure. You had no other choice.” She had had the choice. She had had the choice of doing things right for once and not screwing everything up as usual. What would Rose think of her now? She was the one who murdered her husband. “You saved his life, Olivia. You saved him.” Liv blinked at those words and she looked at Tegan for the very first time since he had been trying to reach her. How could she have saved him? Tegan was explaining her that drilling holes on his skull relieved the brain from the pressure killing him. Those holes hadn’t had any consequence. Tegan had cleaned the area and finished the improvised surgery. Maxence now had a bandage around his head and his chest was slowly rising and falling. On top of it, he had his eyes open and his hand was trying to reach hers. He was thankful that she had been there to save him. Finally, she reacted. She caught his hand, she squeezed it tight and cried harder. He was alive. She hadn’t failed. Relief filled her and this time, the tears that flowed on her cheeks were tears of happiness. But he wasn’t in the clear yet. “Mickey and Zach are installing a full medical unit in here. We’ll keep an eye on him at all time. We are very close, Liv.” Close. But close to what? Find a cure? She was losing all hope about this. Maxence wasn’t gonna hold on for too long. After his heart, it had been his brain. If it happened again, he would die. She wouldn’t be able to save him once again. “I need to run new scans on him. Can you help me?” Liv acquiesced slowly as her mind was restarting. She was trying to recover her calm but the strong emotions had her drained physically and emotionally. She would need a topper. She didn’t even know if they had any in this building. She would have to ask Rory. But first, she needed to get off this suit. The visor of her helmet was steamy and she felt claustrophobic. She needed to breathe fresh air. “Dear God, Liv! Are you alright?” Clara. Clara had run to her and Liv felt guilty for forgetting her in the numerous reasons why she had to keep on fighting, why she had to stay alive. Clara Oswald, her girlfriend, the woman she loved deeply. The brunette fell to her knees and checked for any sign of physical wounds before hugging her so tight against her that the doctor felt her lungs be purged of all their air. Tegan cleared his throat. “Clara.” “Oh. Yes. Sure. Of course. The crate’s there. We can go.” Tegan got up, leaving the two women to pull themselves back together. He unlocked the crate and opened it. Maxence was still conscious but he clearly was groggy. He wasn’t aware of what was going on and he wouldn’t like it when he would realise where they were taking him. He hadn’t liked it the first time. There was no reason for him to like it now. Tegan transferred his mentor’s body in the crate. Maxence didn’t protest or fight him. The crate was locked again with him inside and Liv and Clara helped Tegan to carry it to the scanner zone. Maxence didn’t react either when they pulled him out of the crate and lay him down on the table for the scanner. They tied him down, just in case, but he was so calm it was scary. The scan was specially to check the damages his brain might be suffering from with this attack. Liv was hiccuping when they settled down in the monitors’ room. While Tegan was busy with the machine, Clara pulled off the top of her hazmat suit and did the same for Liv. Her poor girlfriend was shaking like a leaf. She was holding on to the nerves but the latest blow in her shield had seriously rattled her. Clara was afraid she might not hold on anymore. She cupped her cheek tenderly but the doctor got no reaction. “Talk to me, Livie. Please.” Liv blinked at the sound of her girlfriend’s voice and looked up at her. She realised that she was holding back her breath when she started seeing black dots. She released it. She hadn’t noticed what she was doing, hadn’t noticed that Clara was there by her side and talking to her and touching her. She opened her mouth but no word came out. Her mind was as empty as a blank sheet. “You’ve done what you had to do. He’s okay.” “No visible damages on the scans. No more pressure on the brain. He’s in the clear for now.” It should have been relieving to Liv but she couldn’t find it in herself. For now. They were all aware that the next fit would be the last. His strengths were lessening. Their hope too. He was being obedient, wasn’t moving in the scanner but he was suffering. Tegan could see it on the scans. The pain was overwhelming him. He didn’t say it to the women. No need to add more on Liv’s shoulders. He sent the results to his computer and erased them from this monitor. “Help me bring him back and settling him down in the cage. After that, Liv, you’re off duty.” “But…” she began. “There’s no buts. I want you to rest and to have a chat with the doctor Burnley. You’ll get back to work only if she says you’re able to.” Liv wasn’t happy with that decision. She hated therapists like everyone did. Tegan couldn’t know about the past ones she had seen though. None of them had helped her like Maxence. She doubted Amy Burnley would be of any help to her but it was an order and she had to do it, even if she didn’t want to.

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“Rose, you can’t keep that to yourself. You need to speak with someone.” Rose sighed but didn’t stop what she was doing. The moment they had been told that Maxence was in the clear, she had run back to her office and taken the piles of paper waiting for her. It was all the formulas Maxence and her had found so far. She had to compare them, found their flaws and sent them to Tegan for approval. It had to be done before the next day ended. Her heart was telling her that Maxence wouldn’t have the strength to fight the noctiagus any longer. “I don’t have time to speak. I have to study all of this.” “We can do both.” “No. I have to focus entirely on these papers.” “Your husband just died in this cage.” “And the fact it happened means we have less time than expected.” “I’ve seen him too.” Rose grabbed a red pen, trying to ignore Amy’s voice. She needed to work on this formula and find the reason why none of them was right. They were in something but there was that mistake somewhere that was slowing down their progress. She wouldn’t sleep or eat until she found this stupid mistake and made everything clearer. However, the therapist’s words stopped her hand before it started writing on the blank sheet of paper she had pulled out of a drawer. Sometimes writing by hand was better than any computer. “What?” Rose turned around to face Amy. Was she mocking her? It would be very unfair of her especially after what they spoke about earlier. She was in no mood for this shit. “After you ran out of the room, I saw him. His ghost. He wanted me…” Her voice trailed off. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to tell that to Rose after all. Maybe she should just shut the hell up. But now that she had started her sentence, Rose wanted to know. She was waiting for the end of that sentence and Amy was so thankful for this unexpected friendship Rose had offered her that she couldn’t ruin it all now. She bit her bottom lip nervously before she spoke again. “After my son died, I’ve prayed for him to be back in one way or another but it never happened. I kept seeing his shadow or hear echoes of his voice but that was just the manifestation of my grief.” “He died happy, knowing you loved him.” “Maybe that’s why. I’ve never found the reason but I keep looking for him everyday.” Rose dropped the pen on her desk and walked closer to Amy. She took her hand and squeezed it gently. She wanted to know what was the link with Maxence but she knew better than to bring the talk back to her. Amy really needed to let those feelings and thoughts out and speak to someone. “Before I even saw him, I knew you were speaking with him, that he was saying goodbye.” It had shattered her heart to see this and be unable of even helping. She had wished to have had this chance with her son and husband but she never had. And then, Maxence came and told her that her William was watching over her all the time. Now everything felt different and upsetting to her. She didn’t know how to deal with that. “He wanted me to take care of you, to stop you from doing something stupid. He made me promise.” “He didn’t even know you. How could he?” Rose’s voice was soft. She wasn’t judging. She was quietly listening to Amy and trying to understand the situation. She wasn’t mad at her either. She did believe her actually. “He’s met my William:” The sob in her voice was clear and Rose felt her own tears come back to her eyes. She hugged Amy and rubbed her back. The therapist was stiff in her arms but she would relax eventually. She just wasn’t used to hugs, nor was she used to have a friend. “He said my boy was watching over me, that he was happy that I was making friends.” Maxence barely knew Amy. He had never met her boy either. William never came here, in London so… it meant that Maxence really had crossed the line for a moment. That simple idea was terrifying for Rose and she had to master the overwhelming fear sneaking under her skin. Amy needed comfort as much as she did. They were all emotionally exhausted and soon enough, something tragic would happen. She could feel it in her core. If it wasn’t Maxence, then who? “Your son can be proud of you, doctor. You’re helping us all to make progress and you make some yourself. Help me find this cure and save the world, Amy, and we’ll sit down around a drink to speak about him all you want to.” Amy could have taken it wrong. The turn of Rose’s sentence could have made her think that she only wanted to get rid of her moment of sadness to work on the cure quicker. Maybe it was, but her words meant a lot to Amy. No one ever offered her to speak about her little boy. So much time had passed and she was starting to forget the features of his face despite the pictures, the sound of his voice and of his laugh despite the videos, his smell, the feeling of his skin against hers, the feeling of his arms hugging her. She swallowed her sobs. She desperately needed to speak about her little boy but he was gone. He didn’t need any saving anymore. Maxence did. The world did. So she broke the hug and rolled up the sleeves of her shirt. “Where do we start?” Rose gave her a smile but there was so much sadness in it that Amy knew she felt bad for pushing that talk to later. If Maxence’s life hadn’t been in the scales, she would have sat down and listened to her without any delay. That simple fact warmed her heart and she was even more willing to work on that cure. She didn’t have much acknowledge in the field of molecular biology but she doubted Rose would give her something that complex to her. “I’ve been such a mess lately that my notes are in disorder. Thankfully, I’ve numerated them all. Can you help me classify them?” That definitely was something she could do. Rose separated the notes in two piles and gave her one. They were halfway through their classification when they heard a knock on the door. Rose turned around and frowned when she saw Liv and Clara waiting behind the glass door. Liv still looked completely devastated and Clara was holding her lovingly against her, supporting her so she wouldn’t collapse. By the looks on their faces, Rose just knew that Liv would collapse if Clara wasn’t holding her. She saved her husband, but she also was the one who had his life between her hands. She was convinced that she had killed him when they had all seen her save him. A blow like this one had hit her right in the core and it was as hard to handle as the rape she had been a victim of fifteen years ago. “I think this is for you, doctor Burnley.” Rose unlocked the door as Amy raised her head from the notes she was reading to look at the newcomers. No explanation was necessary. She was here when the doctor Olivia Baxter confessed all her feelings while she was trying to save Maxence. She was there when she had broken down. And yet, she hadn’t thought one second that she would come to her. Liv, just like many other persons, didn’t trust therapists and preferred dealing with things by herself. But today, it was impossible. After a quick glance to Rose that silently told her that she would be fine, Amy stood up and faced Liv and Clara who had come in the office. Liv was staring at her feet. She was here against her will. It was Clara who expressed the demand for a session. “We should go to my office if you don’t mind.” Amy led the way. It was weird to go back to her office. All her sessions were in her patients’ offices lately. But they would be better in her own. She didn’t ignore the heart-breaking look on Liv’s face when they passed by the cages where Maxence had been brought back. He was now lying in his new bed, connected to many machines that were keeping him alive and giving them a better idea of his condition. And it wasn’t brilliant.

x

Tegan only wanted one thing at the moment: have a closer look to Maxence’s scans. He had seen and noted the most important details but he couldn’t do a proper study of those scans because he was the substitute leader of this place, of the team working on the noctiagus and he had other things to do. As bad as they were, Maxence’s scans could wait. The creation of the cure couldn’t, and that was why he was now walking to the sterile room where Myrtle Appleton was currently detained. She was the key to the whole epidemic, he was certain of that. He would make her speak and give him the results of her own researches. They would complete their researches and they would reach the goal they had all been aiming at for years. He just hoped that she wouldn’t be as unbearable as her brother. However, fate was playing that game he hated, the game where a simple task was becoming a real ordeal because of the obstacles thrown on his way. The very first of those obstacles were the couple of detectives. He had completely forgotten about them and yet, they had been the key that led him to the creator of the noctiagus. That wasn’t nothing. “I usually don’t go to people because I can’t bear their presence but you have forgotten about us and that’s quite annoying.” “You were right,” sighed Tegan. “Myrtle Appleton, that was the right name. Now I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later:” He tried to leave but Camden McCarson blocked him. He wouldn’t let him go before he had what he wanted: Tegan wasn’t in the mood for that. He had more important things to do than satisfy the ego of this detective. Donna was just observing. She wanted to know more about the situation but she also could tell it wasn’t the right moment. “Listen. I’m very thankful for the work you’re doing but we’re about to lose our patient and we have a cure to make. If you don’t mind, I have work to do.” “We found patient zero,” declared Donna as Tegan walked away. This information obviously caught his attention. Having Myrtle Appleton by close by was excellent but having the patient zero was even better. He turned around. The detectives hadn’t moved but their expression was clear: they were exulting because of his reaction to their admission. “Eugène McCoy,” added McCarson. “He was Myrtle’s husband back then. They had a kid together. A daughter. She was born with the Xeroderma Pigmentosum and died before she reached her tenth anniversary.” “Myrtle Appleton was dearly attached to her daughter. The grief drove her crazy.” “Yeah, and she started her researches.” “Where is that Eugene McCoy?” “Dead. He was one of the very first victims.” Tegan swore and walked back to Myrtle Appleton’s cell, leaving the two detectives there without a thank you. He would hear about it later but his anger was only increasing with every minute passing by. This woman was gonna hear about him and he would perhaps give her name to Rose. The woman needed to unleash her rage, to get her revenge for her sick husband. That would only be fair. He was almost there when his phone rang. With another sigh, he picked up the phone. His headache was there but forgotten, the pain in his jaw was still there too but he was ignoring it, focusing everything on his anger and distress. “Tegan Smith. Neurology.” “Doctor Smith, we have a problem.” Rory’s voice. If a member of the security was calling him on this line, it meant that it was important. There wasn’t any alarm so it surely wasn’t a major problem. The trouble with hope in those times was that it was easy to shatter, and Rory’s voice was enough for Tegan to understand that it wasn’t a minor problem. “Can’t it wait?” “I don’t think so.” “What’s going on?” “We found a dead body in one of the labs.” “Who it is?” Tegan’s chest tightened. A bad feeling was overwhelming him now. A death. In the labs. Who could it be? Was it the virus? Had it spread to the whole building? The frightening list of responsibilities that would come after that was giving him anxiety. “Adam Mitchell, sir. It’s a suicide.” “Are you sure about this?” “Yes, sir. What do we do?” Tegan honestly didn’t know. He had never been in this situation. Now, he could add the guilt to the long list of his emotions. What if Adam had made it because of his decision? He was so young… What would he tell his parents if they were still alive? How would he deal with this death in the building?

To be continued...

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In the next chapter:

The neurologist left the office, his guts completely knotted and his headache definitely worse than earlier. He was dreaming of a good night of sleep but that wouldn’t be before a while. He rushed to the sterile room that was keeping Myrtle Appleton prisoner. His mental image of the scientist was shattered by the actual being. He had never met her before, nor had he read her works. He knew the name but not the face but he had expected her to kinda look like Colin, almost like evil twins. But Myrtle didn’t look anything like him. Less serious, more eccentric, but she had that spark of cold intelligence in her eyes. But she looked more “human”, more manipulable than her brother.

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[somewhere-in-my-weird-mind]

Who’d You Rather - Niall Horan

Paring: Niall x OC Female Character (I still describe it as an imagine, but sorry I just can’t write Y/N, so here’s Myra McCoy instead)

Idea: Myra McCoy, and actress who appear on Ellen’s show, and in a game of ‘Who’d You Rather’she manages to pick out Niall and pick him over and over again, Niall who have a secret celebrity crush on the same girl is made aware of it through Harry, and things seem to unfold from there

Word Count: 7480

A/N: So I saw Ellen’s thing ‘Who’d You Rather’ and then the idea stuck, so I saw all of the ones there was, and the idea kind of just developed, into a 7+k mess of emotions . And it’s tagged as an imagine, but it is an OC character, because I just can’t write Y/N, so here’s Myra McCoy instead, hope you like her as much as I liked creating her. 

‘Niall, have you seen this??’ Niall’s phone buzzed with a message from Harry, and knowing him the next text could either be a new joke he had found that he thought was simply too good not to share, or it was something actually interested. Apparently it was one of the better days, as this time it seemed to be something actually interested.

The link he sent was YouTube link, more specifically a video with the title ‘Myra McCoy plays Who’d you rather’. After reading the title of the link, Niall went to revaluate whether or not this was actually one of the better days.

‘Why are you sending me this again?’ Niall sent back.

There didn’t go long before the next buzz came. ‘Just watch it! Promise you won’t be disappointing’ He had written.

Okay, so maybe Harry’s ulterior motive hadn’t been to make Niall jealous while he was sitting in the studio recording songs he had already written, meaning he shouldn’t be full of a lot of emotions that he could potentially have used when he was writing the songs. Off course, Niall had a hard time that Harry would even have an ulterior motive that would cause him harm, god knows that Harry wasn’t that kind of a person, wasn’t even close to anyone who would be that kind of person. Yet it was a bit weird with Harry sending him videos of his celebrity crush, no scratch that, his crush picking a ton of guys over him, but deciding to trust Harry’s better ulterior motive, he clicked play on the video. Who knows, maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

“So, Myra McCoy is on the show, and she is single and ready to mingle, isn’t that right?” Ellen said with a big smile as she looked over to Myra.

“Uhm, well yes, partly” Myra spoke slightly shyly.

Niall knew for a fact, perhaps for a bit too much researching that Myra’s dating life was not something she talked much about, but one thing he had definitely cleared out, she was in fact single.

“I heard a clear yes” Ellen simply said with a laugh “And that is why we’re gonna play a game of ‘Who’d You Rather?” Ellen said as the montage played.

“Okay, well this looks like it’s could be interesting” Myra laughed as she looked in the screen with the many hearts showing up.

Niall’s heart felt like it was swelling a bit just by the sound of that laughter.

“So yeah, as you’re an absolute sweetheart, clearly seen in our game of never have I ever, we thought we’d give it a go about finding the perfect man for you.” Ellen explained.

“Wait, so do you then hand out contact information’s in the end, or how is this going to work?” Myra inquired Ellen, now a little bit curious.

“Well, no, but as I am widely famous, the power of this game will magically make that other person tweet you on twitter or reach out to you, and you’ll live happily ever after” Ellen said with a smile. Myra just laughed and nodded as if that sounded fully legit.

“Okay, so it’s simple, we’re just going to show you two options of two different celebrities gentlemen, and then you’re just going to chose, until we finally narrows it’s down. Let’s start with these two gentlemens first shall we.

Henry Cavil & George Clooney’s face appeared on the screen

“I think I’m gonna go with Henry Cavil” Myra said sure in herself, the age difference was a clear factor, but she couldn’t deny the look of him in Man of Steel either.

“Okay, well, then Henry Cavil and Chris Evans”

“First of all, it is not fair putting him shirtless up there” Myra said pointing at Chris Evans “And certainly not fair showing him from the Avengers movies” Myra almost moaned.

“So it’s a clear Chris Evans here I see” Ellen laughed as she looked at Myra’s face.

“Yeah it has to be, Cap just goes right to my heart man” Myra laughed.

“Tell us Myra, is there something you haven’t told us about your thoughts about superheroes?” Ellen asked smugly. “I mean we know you played alongside some of them in Guardians of the Galaxy, was there some unresolved stuff there or?”

Maybe, just maybe, that had been one of the reasons why Niall had always been up for a Marvel movie marathon with Zayn, when that was something they still did regularly. Nonetheless, the movies was good, the fact that Myra had been in them and was awesome, and pretty good looking for an alien, was minor details to his love for the universe so much.

“Haha, no, it’s just Captain America for me, though Man of Steel certainly showed he had lifted some steel as well! Myra laughed as they moved on to the next one.

Zac Efron appeared besides Chris Evans, now both shirtless.

“Now Zach does have a girlfriend, but none of that matters here, because as I said, I rule, my studio and all” Ellen commented making Myra laugh again.

“Well, I still have to go with my heart on this one, and my heart screams that I’m loyal to SHIELD and Captain America”

“Chris Evans we go again then” Ellen comments before the screen changes again, this time not showing a shirtless gentlemen, instead a very clothed one, by the name of Niall Horan.

Niall immediately perked up and turned up the volume so that he could hear a bit better, cause now he was very much aware why Harry had sent the link. Though he feared that maybe he would only make a brief appearance, knowing the option of the men out there, he wouldn’t judge.

“Now here’s someone who we also know is completely single! So that’s gotta be a plus” Ellen comments with a smile, however as Myra is silent on the matter and simply staring at the two, she decides to continue. “However, he doesn’t carry a shield, not does he wear a blue, red and white spangled suit”

Yeah just comparing him to Captain America would already be enough, knowing the inner geek that Myra didn’t hide.

“He could wear a green white and orange spangled suit though” Myra comments as she brings up a finger to bite on.

Niall tensed up by the sight of the finger nearing her mouth, just as he had… well, compared him to his own kind of superhero.

“It sounds like you might be leaning towards the Irish then” Ellen asks grabbing Myra’s eyes.

And Niall was grabbed completely by his little screen now, incredible happy that Greg made him wait around a bit before he had to redo some of his vocals in one of the songs.

“Yeah, sorry cap, but I think I’m gonna go with Niall” She said shyly before moving her legs up under herself.

Niall let out a small sigh, suddenly smiling widely.

“I see you’re getting comfortable now” Ellen laughs pointing out how she lost one of her heels.

“Well comfortableness always overrule fanciness, that’s been my rule through my whole career, except, there are certain exceptions, feeling really sexy in your own body once in a while is worth a loss of some comfortableness, as long as I can still go back to my couch and sweats in the evening.” Myra explains.

And another reason why she endeared him so much.

“Sounds like that could get it’s own what’d you rather program” Ellen comments before moving on to the next picture, showing Drake besides Niall.

“Niall” Myra spoke clearly, no doubt or shyness about it anymore.

The lack of shyness and the security of her voice did something entirely else to him.

“Ah, I’m getting a sense that maybe it’s the Americans you just overrule, well if it’s because you’ve gotten bored of the Americans gentlemen, how about an English one now then” Ellen commented as Ed Sheeran appeared besides Niall.

“Oh, well Ed’s a friend of mine actually, so as much as it’s a bit tougher, then I’m still going with Niall” Myra laughed before the screens shifted to show Nick Jonas shirtless.

Niall, knowing very well that she was a friend of Ed, he had heard about her through him once as well, heard stories about the charm that wasn’t just for TV host, but an actual charm and kindness that caught Ed. And likewise as it had been with Harry, knowing that Ed thought she was worth having as a close friend, that meant more to him than her reaching the top twenty of sexiest females. Though as Louis have made fun of multiple times, that did mean something to him too.

“I mean, as much as I could look at that a bit longer, then I still go with Niall” Myra stated.

“You’re seeming often sure in Niall it seems” Ellen comments “Might this be your final boy?” She jokes as the screen reveals Ryan Gosling.

Don’t joke around with it Ellen Niall kept thinking, because my god that would be something.

“Our La La Land charmer, he’s sure to be able to sing you off your feet” Ellen comments.

“Well if we’re taking singing into account too, then it gotta go to Niall again” Myra laughs as the screen shifts again, this time to show Prince Harry.

Not only had she compared him to a superhero, and well chosen him over multiple good looking and just generally good men, she had complimented his singing too.

“Niall. Again” She adds with a giggle.

“So you’re now turning down royalty status for him too” Ellen laughs as the screen reveals Dev Patel.

“Oh, this one is actually a bit hard” Myra states as she starts biting her finger again. “I always kinda had a thing for Dev, I mean after watching Lion it was hard not to” Myra commented.

“Then go pick Dev, he was just declared 2017’s sexiest man alive” Ellen commented, as if it was obvious.

“I know… But no, I’m sticking with Niall” Myra said meeting Ellen’s, who actually seemed to be genially surprised. Myra looked back to the screen expecting there to show up another one, but instead Niall Horan simply filled the screen alone.

“Well then there you go, seems like your perfect match is Niall Horan, unless off course you wanna go back to one of the superheroes?” Ellen tempted.

“Well isn’t he kinda a superhero, I mean, I’ve heard the stories of how that band saved people through music” Myra added with a sly smile.

How she warmed his heart.

“Already defending him I see, maybe it really is a perfect match” Ellen laughed, Myra just shrugged her shoulders before placing her feet on the floor again.

“I mean, I can’t deny it, he’s a handsome looking fella, I’m quite pleased with this” She said as she beamed with a big smile.

She wasn’t the only one.

“Well thank you again Myra McCoy for joining us, and good luck on the new movie out the first of next month” Ellen spoke to Myra before turning to the camera “And we will be right back”

The screen went still, and for a moment so did Niall. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself after that, seeing it certainly made his day feel better. But, well, what was there more to it than that. He could watch that and think to a hypothetical world where Myra McCoy, the brilliant, charming, wonderful women, would choose him over royalty and men who could grow proper stomach hair, and he could smile about it. But that was it wasn’t it.

He pictured himself in the opposite situation, if he had been there and forced to pick between women like that, and well then ended up with a final one, having them contact you, it wouldn’t be, well it wouldn’t be something that people just did. Surely.

Niall closed down the link before returning to the chat with Harry,

‘And here I thought it was a new knock knock joke you were going to send me :D’ It didn’t take long before Harry got back to him.

‘You appreciate them better than Grimmy does, so off course I’m gonna update you on it. But how about it! Did I just possibly set up your new date’

‘Ha, I wish’ Niall wrote back.

‘What do you mean you wish, did you not see the interview!’

‘Yeah, but you know those interviews, how many times haven’t you said your crush would be Frankie Sandford, and it’s not like you would date her!’

‘First of all, she’s married, Myra isn’t, she’s very single, and so are you, and we both know she’s not your celebrity crush, she’s your real crush. AND she didn’t say you were her celebrity crush, she literally picked you over like 7 other guys’ Harry wrote back. Niall read it over once again, knowing very well that he did have a point. Yet still. Well, he still wasn’t sure.

‘Still man, that would be weird wouldn’t it?’

‘Dude, Twitter is amazing for that’

‘I don’t know. Anyway, Greg’s here, gotta go’ Niall wrote, trying to get out of the conversation.

‘Liar’ Harry just wrote back, knowing very well that move.

Not long after, Greg however did come back to request Niall back in the booth, so he could rub that in Harry’s face when he got out again. However the recording went so well that they ended up taking another verse, and then a course too, and while they were at it they could take some of the background vocal too, until they managed to almost finish the song, before they finished for the day.

When he got out again, he reached for his phone out of reflex and scrolled down the notification, only to see Harry had send him another text, with another link it seemed.

‘Told you so http://bit.ly/2rbFeDa’ He clicked the link, only to get directed to one of Harry’s tweet.

‘@McMyra I should say from @NiallOfficial he loved you on Ellen, and he’d love it even more if you went on a date with him’

Niall huffed out a breath, not sure what to do about it, and immediately going into damage control of what he could do, besides giving Harry a kick in the shin, or depending how bad it went, in the nutters, the next time he saw him, but then he scrolled down to the response linked under it.

‘@Harry_Styles @NiallOfficial well tell him to use his #SlowHands to write to me then ;)’

It took him a minute to process the tweet, as it was not only a tweet from Myra McCoy, but also a tweet including a title to one of his songs. One thing was her complimenting his singing, by now there was a couple of people who had heard that because of the One Direction, however, his own songs was a different matter, something he still felt unsure people would even listen to. Off course he knew that the response so far had been great, but that was one thing, knowing, well, knowing that she had heard it was another thing, or at least, this felt like something else. So yeah, what was stopping him.

‘I hate you’ He texted back to Harry, knowing very well that he might have to actual thank him now the next he saw him. I went back into twitter and clicked on the tweet, and the little arrow to respond to the tweet.

‘@McMyra Ignore Harry, he’s a jerk, but he is right though, loved you on Ellen’ He decided to send, it was casual, true because Harry was being a jerk, a right one, but that was besides the point. He sat with his phone a bit, wondering if the response would come or not, though chances was she wasn’t, the previous tweet had been 15 minutes ago, so she’d properly put the phone down now. However he looked down his phone as it vibrated, only to see a nocification, new tweet from @McMyra, he quickly opened it.

‘@NiallOfficial So Ellen was, scarily enough right it seemed, you did reach out to me on Twitter, or Harry did, does it then still count?’

‘@McMyra Totally counts.’

‘@NiallOfficial Perfect. So about that date then?’

Shit. Now he definitely needed to thank Harry.

‘@McMyra Well when are you in #ThisTown and got time’

@NiallOfficial Nice self-promoting there’

‘@McMyra well you can (thank for that btw) but I can’t promote myself a bit?’

‘@NiallOfficial absolutely not, now it just seems self-centred (And you’re welcome, love the song <3)’

‘@McMyra well that’s a bit rude innit (Thank you, I could give you a life performance at one point if you want)’

‘@NiallOfficial it seems you’re the one being rude now (Maybe that could be arranged, you almost owe me after turning down royalty for you)’

Niall was in mid typing to reply to the tweet when he received a new notification, that @McMyra had sent him a dm. He closed down the tweet before opening the DM.

‘If by this town you meet LA, then that won’t happen until a movie premiere in two weeks, but with a live performance in wait it would be’

‘worth it’

‘Sorry, I hate the 140 limit line’

He couldn’t help but laugh over the common problem before typing a response.

‘Usual solution is to loose the commas or to add in slang or btw, nvm, stuff like that’

‘Yeah well I was an English mayor before I turned to acting, so it’s very much against my nature’

‘Being an English major, I can also tell you that it’s called an acronym’ She responded again, he was about to thank her for new knowledge, when he realised the opportunity at hand to do something else. Weighing his option and what really I had to loose for a moment, I decided for it before writing back.

‘Well hey, if it bothers you that much to use acronyms (thanks for that btw(Though apparently I can’t stop) you can always write to me on my number’ I suggested before typing it in.

‘Well if you’re offering’ She simply said. It took a while before I got another notification on my phone, this time from my messages, of an unknown number writing.

‘Hi’ She wrote, quickly followed by

‘And now I feel like I don’t have stuff over 140 signs to say’ I couldn’t help but laugh a bit, but was quickly interrupted by Greg entered the room again asking me if I was ready to listen through it all. I replied I was, and I would be there in a moment.

‘It’s alright, I actually need to go now, my producer just called me in to listen through some of the final touches for my album. But hey, I’ll text you when I’m out, and we can talk about stuff that’ll fill more than 140 signs, perhaps also what to do when you come to LA’ I wrote before getting up to walk back towards the mixing table. However by my phone giving off a final buzz I took it out before entering the room with the rest.

‘I’ll forgive you for leaving me alone on a bad hotel couch if you send me a snippet of the song ;)’

‘As much as I wouldn’t want you mad at me, if I did that, it would be a surprise at the live preview of it would it now :D’ I responded, before entering the room to see a smirking Julian.

“What?” I asked while laughing, “What’s so funny”

“You, clearly forgetting I have a twitter” Oh, right “So, now I’m just wondering what you might be smiling so widely about”

“The fact that I have a really good song here, that’s what” I just commented before playing the result of the final touches.

“Sure” Julian simply said before returning back to the music as well.

It continued like that, almost nearing 2 weeks of it, just the two of them texting back and forth. Often however, just under 140 signs, as they both had busy schedule, with Myra having a movie out that she needed to do interview and premieres for, and Niall doing the final touches for his album while also promoting for it didn’t leave a lot of space for other stuff. Other stuff longer than that if they had time and had something wanting to tell the others, there was always funny stories when you had busy schedules. Nevertheless, they maintained a connection, and though it was rarely mentioned, it seemed that there was still a date in the near future that they could both look forward to.

Another thing that had happened through those 2 weeks, was other people starting to notice it, this was something Myra experienced in a interview with James Cordon on his Late Late show.

“So Myra, beyond being busy with promoting for ‘Sudden Vengeance’”

“Which is out in American cinemas on Friday” Myra added in looking right into the camera causing James to give one of his booming laughs.

“Yeah, and it’s definitely worth a watch. But no, what I meant to say is that besides being busy with the movie, you seem to have made a new friend, not just that, but a friend that’s one of my friends too” James says, seeming rather pleased with the situation. Myra off course knew who he was talking about, before he mentioned the connection with James too, as it hadn’t been the first time Niall had been mentioned in interviews. That was a thing she had to get use to though, I mean she had gotten linked to other celebrities before, but Niall Horan from One Direction seemed to be a whole thing for themselves, as she had never had it mentioned as many times before as she the twitter feud between her and Niall had been mentioned.

“Yeah, yeah I have made a friend” Myra just said with a smile, off course she knew that James wasn’t going to leave it like that, no one who had interviewed her about it had yet.

“So, how did all of this happen again? I heard you were on the Ellen show’s Who’d Your Rather” James started.

“I was yeah, went to do some promo on Ellen, lovely show”

“Well you’re not promoting her show” James laughed.

“True, she don’t need promoting” Myra laughed, but as she noticed James discomfort. “Off course neither does yours!” She laughed as she leaned forward to place a hand on James leg. “But yeah, at the show, she have this little game, called ‘Who’d you rather’ where she features a lot of men that she then tells you to choose between them” Myra explains.

“Based on who you want to date right?” James fills in, Myra smiles while looking down a bit, because off course he had to highlight that feature.

“Yes” She looks up at James again “based on who you’d rather date. And Niall happened to be on the list, and yeah, I chose Niall” Myra said with a smile.

“And now, after that, the two of you have been communicating over Twitter it seems” James commented while showing one of the tweets where some flirting between the two of you had quite obviously been going on. “But, from what I’ve heard you guys have been talking off Twitter as well. And now, I can’t help but ask, did you ever get that private concert he talked about?” James ask with a big smile, and I could see my co-star sitting beside starting to laugh as well.

“I haven’t yet no, still waiting for that one” Myra simply said with a smile on her face, knowing that until they both had time, they might have to wait a bit longer for that one.

“So, you haven’t told me about the date you went on with Myra McCoy yet?” Harry asked as he settled down in the couch beside Niall.

“What date?” Niall just laughed as he turned on the telly for the golf competition.

“The date that you should have had with Myra McCoy by now, thanks to my glorious skills” Harry commented while leaning forward, seeming to obviously care a lot more about this than what channel the golf he came over to watch was on. I turned to look at him, surprised that he actually seemed to care.

“Well, we’re both very busy with our schedules, so off course it couldn’t happen right away”

“Right away? It’s been like 2 weeks, and you’re literally in the same city! She was at the James Cordon show yesterday, and she’s going to be at the movie premiere for her movie tomorrow- I know!” Harry suddenly exclaimed, “You could surprise her at the movie premiere tomorrow! It would be easy to get in for you, and it would totally surprise you” Harry spoke with lights in his eyes.

“Okay, calm down there!” Niall said as he went to turn and look at Harry, except as he turned the channel again, it didn’t land on golf but the rerun of yesterday’s Late Late Show with James Cordon.

“Talking about the sun” Harry said as he pointed at the screen where Myra appeared on the sofa with her co-star Niall had heard some good stuff about as well.

“Yeah, I have made a friend” Myra spoke on the telly, as a picture of Niall appeared on the screen behind them.

Harry looked over to me again as they started talking about how her and Niall had started talking and so, until James asked whether or not she had gotten that private concert yet.

“I haven’t yet no, still waiting for that one” Myra said with a smile before they started talking about the movie.

“Do I need to keep bugging you with this, or are you finally going to do something about a girl who clearly likes you and wants to go out with you” Harry commented.

“Okay, so say, what would I have to do to get into that movie premiere?” Niall asked, knowing very well that he had a good suit somewhere, so the only thing he was missing, was access to the movie premiere.

“I have an idea” Harry said, before he reached down his pants to reach for his phone, “But I think I know someone who might actually be at the premiere tomorrow, so maybe they can get you through” Harry took the call while Niall looked back to the TV to see Myra appear on the telly. It was here he couldn’t help but think of how exciting it would be to actually see her tomorrow, after 2 weeks of chatting, maybe he would finally be able to actually see her.

“Got it” Niall was brought back to reality as Harry got back to him. “A mate of mine Alex is in the supporting cast, he’d said he’d bring the word forward that you would be joining the task, and I made sure that Myra would not know” Harry said with a laugh.

“You ready” Alan asked giving Myra a last glance to see her nodding before he pulled the door aside for Myra to exit the car to walk on the red carpet that matched so wonderfully with her blood red look, and to be met with flashes she had almost forgotten how much hurt her eyes. But it was alright she felt, this wasn’t bright flashes she didn’t expect and hated, no these flashes was like applauding in her ears, applauding she felt she truly deserved after all the hard work she knew she had put into this movie, and how it was work she was proud off. And the better thing than the applaud of the flashes was the roar of voices she heard at her arrival from the people who really mattered, the fans standing by the side line waving and smiling at her. She waved back and walked over and talked with and signed stuff to as many as she could before she was pulled away to the not just flashes, but now microphones as well.

The interview was always interesting, I mean that was no news, but there seemed to be something exceptionally ruthless about some of the interviewers. She didn’t mean the ones only focusing on what she wore and how she wore it on her particular form and not the movie and the hard work she had done, no the particular ruthless ones were the one trying to undermine her character she had worked so hard on. One particular interviewer seemed to be interested in how some of the public, meaning the station the interviewer worked for, seemed to think that Myra’s character was an weak female character that seemed to allowed herself to be stepped on, making Myra think that clearly the interviewer hadn’t seen the movie at all!

But Myra pulled through it with a smile and what she hoped was a gentle tone as she explained her character and her depths, and not the irritating tone she had hoped to sneer at the interviewer to shut her up. And one of the better things she had found she loved about the ‘interesting’ interviews on the red carpet, was that they were always so lovely short.

It was when she had moved on from her fifth interviewer, and had to pose facing her better left to the paparazzi’s for about the 15’th time, that things seemed to change.

The first time she heard someone yell the name that had grown relatively familiar to her over the last couple of days, she thought it was one of the many ways a paparazzi wanted to get a reaction out of her, but it was a trick she had only grown too familiar with, with her many encounters with the paparazzi’s. However, soon, multiple people starting shouting the name so eagerly in the other end of the red carpet, that it almost couldn’t mean anything else but…

Myra couldn’t help but turn and look as her curiosity had been raised with the eager shouting, and true enough, if it wasn’t that blond, now almost brunette haired guy she had starred at rather longingly on Ellen, and perhaps a couple of other times as well, that had just gotten out of a car, and was dressed rather handsomely. Quickly however, Myra realised the surroundings she was in. And how here a glance that lasted more than a couple of seconds could be caught and over analysed easily with this many flashes, that suddenly didn’t resemble an applause anymore, as much as an extensive clicking of insects wanting to suck up any kind of information’s they could focus their lenses on. So she turned her head back to face them her left side, and what she hoped was the same smirk she had worn beforehand, and not the genuine smile she had caught herself having just a glimpse of a moment ago.

However, by the sound of how Niall’s name wasn’t just mentioned in his end, but was now thrown at Myra as well, the damage was properly done. And if she moved through the flashes and interviews just a bit quicker knowing what might await her when she was inside, well then she dearly hoped her manager wouldn’t figure it out.

And finally it seemed that she did reach an end, and she entered the theatre where her co-stars and the other she had worked with during the film, as well as their nearest one was gathered in the large hall had gathered up. Here she was greeted with genuine smiles and hugs that made her feel a lot prouder about the movie than what she had encountered outside. However certain co-stars that she greeted seemed to be especially pleased to see her, in an almost suspicious way, and knowing what kind of bunch Alex and Jennifer were, she was most likely right that something was going on. To her impatient curiosity, it seemed lucky that she was about to find out just why that had been, as suddenly both Jennifer and Alex noticed something behind Myra, that lead to them leaving her in her own company, except not really it seemed.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and was ready to greet another one of the co-stars, however the face she met wasn’t one of her co-stars, though perhaps his face made her lighten up more than any of the others in the room would have.

“Hi” Niall says almost out of breath with a wide smile as their eyes meet.

“Hey” Myra caught herself saying almost as breathless back. For a moment they don’t seem to be able to say anything, over or under 140 characters, apparently smiling at each other suffices both of them, that is until the silence is broken, not by them though. Both Myra and Niall turns over to the doors of cinema as they are opened and people are starting to be ushered into their seats.

Myra turns around to see Niall feeling incredibly left out and unsure what to do as all the actors and the directors starts walking excitedly towards the doors. In a glimpse of a moment, Myra grasps out for Nialls hand as she pulls him with the crowd.

“Didn’t expect to see you here” Myra says as they’re so close and surrounded by chatty people that the silence between them felt too weird.

“Well, it was a bit of a spur of a moment thing as well” Niall said with a smile as he met her eyes. “But, I was told by an idiot friend of mine, that maybe I should get my arse out of the gutter, and actually do something, now that a certain someone was actually in the same city as me for once” He explained again as they entered the big IMAX theatre. Just as Myra was about to answer, the person following people to their designated seats broke Myra out of their conversation by pointing her to her seat.

“Oh, uhm, actually I think I’m going to find another seat with him” Myra said after a short hesitation before standing aside so that Niall was in view.

“Mr. Horan” The man in front of them asked, Niall simply nodded.

“Well, Ms. McCoy you and Mr Horan are already seated besides each other” The man explained before pointing them on their way. Myra looked confused for a moment before Niall leaned in to whisper “My idiot friend of mine might also have pulled me a few strings, as he seems to have connection the strangest places”

“Those connections wouldn’t by any chance have been someone by the name of Alex Nelson and Jennifer Moore would it?” Myra asked curiously as they received the free snacks that usually followed with a premiere like this before they walked between their rows to walk to their center seats.

“Well, I heard an Alex being mentioned, didn’t know about a Jennifer before now though” Niall chuckled, quickly joined by Myra who muttered a silent ‘Should have figured’ as well before they sat down in their seats.

“But I never gathered” Niall said with a small hesitation as Myra met his eyes with her auburn ones. “Was it a good surprise?”

He was met by a sly smile as Myra popped one of the popcorns in her mouth before leaning in and whispering “Very good” just as the cinema darkened. As the director of the movie walked out on the floor in front of the screens to cheers and started to introduce the movie, Myra found Niall’s hand in the dark and held it, and if blue eyes sought out hers in the dark, she didn’t pretend to notice.

Myra character appeared sobbing on the screen as she ran past a corner and landed unto the floor of the bedroom of the flat, cornered from the man hastily following after her. She turned around to face and meet the eyes of the man she had through the movie seen to have loved dearly, even through all his mistakes. She quickly put her hand around her bag and pulled up the gun she had stuffed in her back pocket before raising it and aiming it at the man, as his eyes showed a wildness that yet seemed to contain some of the gentleness of the character that had been show in the start of the movie.

“Please… Please don’t make me do this” Myra character sobbed uncontrollable as she raised her other hand to hold the gun more steadily. However, it seemed all the gentleness the eyes had to offer before, had disappeared as he took one more step towards her, before a loud bang was heard, as the screen went pitch black.

Then the end titles started rolling and the whole theatre erupted in cheers. Myra could feel a couple of people reaching out to pat her on her back for good work, but in that moment all that mattered was Niall whispering in her ear “You were amazing!” As he squeezed her hand tight, the same hand he hadn’t released his hold on ever since Myra’s grabbed his hand at the start of the movie, before placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. A slight tint of rose appeared on her cheeks, a colour that hadn’t been caused by any of the makeup she had sat through for hours. She looked over and had wanted to kiss him back, but preferably not on his cheek when she was roused up together with her other co-stars to be shown down on the floor together with the director, away from the steady warmth from a hand that had ended up warming more than just her hand.

When she reached the floor she was greeted by cheers and more claps on the back by her fellow co-stars, all of which she congratulated back, until she reached Alex who she grabbed gently around the neck and gave a soft squeeze making him jump a bit as he was oh so very ticklish.

“Why ever do I deserve that” Alex laughed, but before Myra could sneer back he shot in “Since I saw the very obvious hand holding, so I would think a hug or a kiss would have been more in order” he laughed again. “Or perhaps, you should save the kissing for someone else” He chuckled which ended up with him receiving a bit harder squeeze in the same spot as before as they were ordered into a line so that they could all bow. As she got up again her eyes immediately sought out a certain blond fella in the audience, who seemed to be the one applauding the most eagerly.

After having to bow three more times to please the large audience, they’re finally ushered back into the hall where Myra received more claps on her back and general compliments on her acting, from people who unlike the stupid reporter from before actually seemed to understand the depths of her character, which she appreciated dearly.

Once again however she turned around to meet the man she had left in their seats when the group of the actors had been ushered out of the cinema.

“I know I already said it, but you did amazing in there” Niall spoke with a large grin “Absolutely stunned be away”

“I recon you might be biased in your opinion based on your motives” Myra just responded with a sly grin.

“My motives huh?” Niall remarked with a grin of his own. “I thought me coming here showed my motives pretty clearly”

“Yeah, how so” Myra said while moving just a bit closer.

“Well-“

“Get a room you two” A women sniggered as she walked by, catching Myra with a blush as she took a step back and glared after the women who waked past.

“I’m I right in guessing that was a certain Jennifer Moore” Niall commented.

“Yeah, that’s the wicked witch of the moors alright” Myra sneered not noticing the considerable larger distance between them. It looked like Niall however had noticed it, but wasn’t sure how to address it, and it seemed like he never got to as large announcement of an after party at a venue away was starting now, and slowly people started to thin out. Niall knowing well from his own times how important, or at least enjoyable the after party is turned to see Myra who hadn’t moved out of her spot to follow the rest.

“So, how wild are movie premieres after parties then?” Niall asked as he looked around of the thinning crowd, certainly suggesting that it was a popular choice to go to the party.

“Well, I won’t know for tonight sadly” Myra said as she turned to look at the thinning crowd as well.

“Oh, you’re not going? How come?” Niall asked, fearing that for Myra it had been doomed to be a short night anyway, hinting that this might be the last of their night together.

“Well you see, it just so happens that tonight will be one of the few nights I’ll be in LA before we go to the world tour premiere. Therefore also one of the few nights that this artist who had kind of promised me a private concert after this whole twitter thing, would be able to do it.” She said with a small smile as she turned to face Niall, who quickly caught up on where she was going with it, and eased as a smile spread on his face as well.  

“Well, this artist is certainly very lucky to be able to spend a night with you” Niall smirked.

“Yeah, he certainly is” Myra responded with a teeth showing smile, as the temptations of the night ahead seemed suddenly a lot more pleasing than getting drunk with her co-stars at a 5 star venue with a free bar, and then that was saying something.

The sunshine sprayed Myra’s bedroom of her LA apartment with sunshine, and woke up Myra the way only an LA sunrise can. However, this morning in particular seemed to be a bit different from some of those other mornings that same sun had woken her up, as this time the warmth that affected her most was that of a body lying pressed up against her. Hazy memories of last night came floating back to her, of new songs played on Myra’s guitar in candlelight’s “Because atmosphere okay”, and talks long into the night, that turned into lazy make out sessions into the night, that didn’t reach much further because both was tired after busy schedules for far too long. As the memories filled her still sleep fogged brain, she turned around to face the body mass who had occupied her bed and had hold her tight, and she started tracing freckles, birthmarks, and laugh lines that scattered the face who’s nose started twitching, hinting that she was soon to not be the only awoke one.

“It tickles” A groggy Irish voice mumbled into the many pillows which was one of the luxuries Myra allowed herself to have.

“Your beard is really what’s tickling me, so I should be the one complaining” Myra sniggered, which received a rough chuckle for the man above her as he stretched his hands so that they held Myra again.

“Don’t blame my beard for your sensitive fingers” Niall just muttered as he buried his face into the soft neck of the women lying so softly next to him in the rising sun.

“Well I’m sorry I haven’t spent the last 5 years playing guitar non-stop, causing my fingers to grow rough and hard, which I should say causes tickling even easier!” Myra just commented as she fell into the embrace but kept stroking her fingers along the skin of the man, moving from his face to his forearms as she made herself comfortable.  

“You’re saying that this tickles then?” Niall asked as he moved his fingers to stroke her gently down the sides where her t-shirt had ridden up.

“Nope” the women said through her teeth as she tensed up.

“Liar” muttered Niall as he started tickling her for real, which ended up with the covers flying off as Myra’s legs started kicking around rapidly while laugh broke past her lips.

Niall who was now definitely awake decided earnestly that this was the best morning by far he had had in a long time. Worst of all though was that he just might actually have to send flowers to Harry or something now, as he was sort of the reason why his smile didn’t falter that whole morning.

[child-of-of-the-sunshine]

Okay @toastedkiwi helped me here with this one

Callie has a podcast and the weekend after CMAs she finally get her brother on there but he’s hunting

PT1

Callie: So you have Christmas song now

Riley: I’m hunting

Callie: and we have a podcast

Riley: be quiet now

Callie: No you agreed but no you had to go hunting

Riley: You followed me