#I'm going back to the coffee shop on saturday and hoping I can knock out about 4 hours of work
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NOTICING YOU - e.m x fem reader
Part Three
tw: Reader is a cynic who doesn't believe in love, Claudia Henderson isn't the best :/ (is that a trigger? idk.), big sister acts like a parent, smoking, insomniac (??kinda if you squint??), swearing, jealous!Eddie (if you squint), pet names
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part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven
Y/N'S POV
"So, were you able to get through to someone to get your car fixed?" Mom asked. I told her the conversation I had over the phone with Eddie and explained that he'd be here first thing in the morning to collect the car and take it to the shop.
"First thing? But they're always swamped with cars on a Saturday. I thought you wouldn't get seen till Sunday, Monday at the latest." Mom said.
"Same here," I attempted to stifle a yawn but failed. "I've to be up early so uh... goodnight." I turned around and walked away.
I was never close with Mom, and then things kicked off with Dad.
I guess it was then I realised I wasn't as close with either of my parents as I had thought.
I padded down the hall towards Dustin's room in my bare feet, the feeling of the cool wood underneath my feet relaxing me with each step. I passed by my room to see Tews sitting on my bed cleaning herself. I hate that cat and I have no idea why my mom loves it so much.
That's not to say all cats are bad, I just don't like this particular cat.
Knocking on Dustin's bedroom, I waited to hear him say "It's open," before opening it slightly and sticking my head around the door.
"Goodnight boys," I smiled at them, all gathered around together talking about god knows what.
Mike, Will and Lucas will always feel like little brothers to me, I've known them so long. It felt weird seeing them as a trio, and a part of me missed seeing Will around the place. I hope he's happy in California.
"Night Y/n!"
"Thanks for letting us stay over!"
"Sleep. Soon." I said pointedly, "Just because you're in high school now does not mean you are to be up all night. You'll just end up being super tired tomorrow."
"But can't we just have-" Dustin started.
"Dustin the last time you had coffee you went nuts. Not happening again under my watch." I said, leaving the room
"Technically we're under Mom's watch," He mumbled back defeatedly.
I stuck my head back around the door, giving him a look that blatantly said 'Really? Moms' watch? Have you ever even met our mother?' before he groaned causing me to laugh as I exited the room.
Sometimes I love to play the authoritative big sister card just to mess with him, it can really piss him off.
I didn't know how what time 'first thing' was, I'm grateful and all but couldn't he be a bit more specific? Either way, I was going to need to get to sleep so I could wake up early. I set my alarm for 7:30 am, which isn't even a time that should exist on a Saturday morning, so I could get up and be ready for when he calls. I had switched off the handbrake and managed to push the car till it was outside my house. Could've done with Robin's freakishly strong arms but she had her Family Video shift, plus I'm fairly sure I earned a few muscles of my own.
Changing into a pair of old biker shorts and an oversized misfits t-shirt, I crawled into my bed and lay on my side, willing sleep to come, but my head was so full of thoughts it was like there was no switching it off. I lay like that until I could hear everyone in bed, and the faint sound of my mother's snoring echoed through the halls.
When I was certain that she was asleep, I snuck out of the house and sat on the swing bench on our porch, curling my knees up to my chest underneath my shirt and resting my head on them.
There was something about the nighttime, the way the town went silent. As a kid, I used to believe that because it was so quiet, everyone would be able to hear the slightest noise you make. On nights like these, I sometimes wonder the same thing.
Except now I know about science and the speed of sound, so the idea is a complete fantasy.
Sitting on the bench, lighting up a cigarette from my stash that kept my hands slightly warm. I looked out at the sky, not seeing a single star. Not seeing anything but the faint glow of the street lamps from down the road. There was a faint breeze that wrapped around my ankles now and again, but other than that it was a warm night, unusually warm for October.
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I sat there until I could see orange streaks beginning to paint the sky. So much for trying to get some sleep. I unfolded myself from the swing and walked to my room, careful not to wake anyone. Checking my alarm clock, I saw that it was 7 am. I could try and get a 30-minute nap in but knowing me, I'd sleep past my alarm.
I took a shower, scrubbing the smell of the night air off my skin. I wanted to stay in the shower, to feel the steam rise around me, but I didn't have the time. I turned off the water, wrapped my hair and body in a towel, and then made my way to my room to start getting ready.
I debated drying my hair but decided I wasn't in the mood to deal with the frizz today (I never am). Pulling on a low-cropped white shirt, black ripped jeans and combat boots, I got changed and grabbed some cereal before sitting on the couch and reading. By the time Eddie pulled up, my hair was almost dry but still damp in places.
The doorbell rang and I looked at my mother, not surprised to find her fawning over that stupid cat once again. I got up and answered the door, a part of me freaking out before remembering why he was here.
"Hi," I said quietly, fear washing over me as I suddenly realised this was my first time talking to Eddie, face to face.
"Hey," he replied equally as sheepish. Was something wrong? Had I done something?
His eyes moved down towards my exposed waistline, and I desperately wanted to grab a hoodie to cover up.
He must've found the shitty brown carpet very fascinating because he couldn't seem to look away from it. "So the truck is parked out front, I've hooked your car up to it and everything, I just need you to come down to the shop to fill out some stuff." He told me. I figured I'd have to go to the mechanics at some stage today, I just didn't think it would be so soon.
"Do you want a coffee or something before we go?" I pointed my thumb towards the kitchen, the mannerisms that my grandmother drilled into me coming into play again. He looked up, our eyes holding each other and suddenly I felt like there was a magnetic in each of his eyes, drawing me in closer.
From where we were standing you could see beside the kitchen, where my mom was sitting there, talking to Tews like it was a human baby.
"Uhm, maybe some other time?" He said, suppressing a grin.
"Yeah sure,"
Had I just 'yeah sure' d the idea of coffee with Eddie Munson?
"I'll grab my mom's car keys, just hang on two seconds." I turned towards the living room where my Mom was sitting, combing the cat with an old comb of mine.
"Um, there's room up the front of the truck if you want to ride up there with me?" He asked me, "It might be a bit easier."
I turned one more time to look at my mother, who was now singing lullabies to this freaky cat before agreeing.
God, I miss Mews. Now that was a cat who did not like to be coddled.
Just as I was about to pull the door behind me, my mother called out. "Remember you're trying on dresses for homecoming this afternoon! We'd better hurry or all the good ones will be sold out!"
My heart dropped and I wanted to strangle her. I prayed to whoever was up there that Eddie hadn't heard her.
I threw my book bag over my shoulder, I never liked to leave home without it. He opened the car door for me and waited till I was in okay before running to check that everything was hooked up properly. While I was waiting for him, I sat noticing all the little details in it. Things like his pack of cigarettes and a lighter, or a few jumbled-up mix-tapes sitting in the glove box and in the pockets on the driver-side door. A black bandana was thrown across the dashboard, most likely the one that Eddie carries around all the time.
What surprised me most was the pack of hair ties hidden underneath his rolling papers. Although I guess when you have as much hair as he does and work as a mechanic, tying it up is more of an occupational precaution.
He opened his door and threw off his coat before jumping in. He grabbed a hair tie and pulled his hair back, and I tried my hardest not to look as every muscle in his arm flexed. Made all the more visible by his grey muscle shirt, his tattoos on full display.
"Buckled up?" He asked me, I nodded as I closed the seat belt around myself. He did the same and then started up the car. He drove with one hand on the wheel and another on the gear stick, right next to my knee. Every so often there'd be a bump in the road and his knuckles would graze against my jeans or my exposed knee, sending off shocks from where he touched me.
The silence was deafening, the only noise coming from the metal music on his radio. It was a bunch of different bands which made me think it was a mix-tape. I was going to say something, compliment the music, but Eddie beat me to the punch before I could open my mouth.
"So, you're going to homecoming?" His eyes were fixed straight ahead on the road. There was a tone to his words that I couldn't quite decipher, almost nervous.
"Um. Yeah," I fidgeted with my hands in my lap. "last year and all that, figured I'd see what all the fuss was about while I still can."
"And uh," His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his eyes unwavering from the road ahead, "and do you have a date?"
My chest tightened and I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe given the thickness of the air around us.
"No, it's just me and Robin," I said lowering my head, suddenly very fascinated by my hands, "We'll probably both just sit on the bleachers till 10 pm before figuring out some way home."
"Good," he muttered quietly, almost as if he didn't want me to hear him. I had so many questions, but a few stuck out in my mind.
Was he happy I wasn't bringing a date? Or that I wouldn't be dancing?
"Are you going?" Why had I asked that?
"No, it's uh," He chuckled slightly, "Not really my scene,"
I don't know why my blood felt cold and my heart sank as he said this, but they did.
Master of Puppets by Metallica came on, and I started tapping my foot quietly, letting the questions and feelings fade with every strum of the guitar. Dad hated this song, but I always thought it was a good one. Hearing it again after so long caused goosebumps to make their way across my skin.
"Come Crawling Faster,"
I thought I was singing under my breath, but that last line came out louder than expected. I sat there and prayed he hadn't heard me.
"Obey Your Master," He sang back, a smirk plastered on his face.
His voice sent tingles down my spine and makes the hair on my arms stand upright, leaving me with goosebumps all over my skin. He was so close to me that I was almost certain he could feel the tension rising within me.
He looked like he was going to say something, but then we turned onto the gravel path leading up to the mechanics, and the moment was gone.
Why does he make me feel like this, it's not like I have a crush on him or anything. Crushes are for girls in middle school and people with their heads in the clouds.
Maybe it was just because he was helping me out with the car. Yeah, people find plumbers and firefighters hot all the time, it's just because they're providing a service.
Not that I find Eddie hot. I mean he is very attractive, and when he stretches his arms it makes me feel all weird inside, but I am most certainly not attracted to Eddie.
The truck came to a halt outside the workshop. Eddie jumped out of the truck and rushed around to my side just as I was opening the door.
"Here, it's a bit of a step-down. I'll give you a hand." He said. I swung both of my feet out as he held the back of my arm with his large hand, and I would've been fine.
But I'm me, and I have to fill my daily awkward quota.
I started to climb down, my back to Eddie as I side-stepped out of the van, the coldness of his rings sending mini shockwaves from where he held my arm and wrist when my ankle went from under me, making me fall sideways.
I squinted my eyes, sure that I was going to hit the pavement. An absolute goner that was going to end up in the hospital before dying of pure embarrassment. But the ground never came to meet me.
Instead, I was pulled tight against something, a pair of arms wrapped around my back and legs. It felt like all the breath had left my body, and a strong smell of cigarettes and sandalwood filled my nose.
I opened my eyes as Eddie gripped me to his chest, looking down at me as he held me bridal style. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as his dark orbs explored my face.
I don't know if he did it on purpose or not, but he rubbed his finger in circles across my knee where his hand gripped my leg. The air felt electric, almost as if it could shock us both if we moved. His arm was on my back and I was glad it wasn't a few inches lower.
I was almost certain his dark eyes flickered down to my lips and lingered for a second, before quickly returning to look me in the eye.
We looked at each other in silence. I felt his hot breath fan my face and caught the smell of mint. I was almost certain he was going to say something, but he just cleared his throat.
"Sorry,"
"Are you okay?" He said at the same time as me.
"Oh uh. I'm okay." I stammered through my words, "Thank you."
We looked at each other again, and a small part of me didn't want him to put me down, but that idea was quickly erased from my mind when Eddie cleared his throat again, gradually lowering me till I was on my feet. I could tell that the awkwardness I was feeling was mutual as we both shuffled our feet.
The workshop was on the other side of town, it was a long walk home without the car, and I didn't want to trouble Eddie with driving me home. But it was like he was reading my mind because the next thing he said was,
"You should come in and sit down," He motioned to the desk and chair beside him, piled high with paperwork. "It's supposed to rain on and off all day. I'll drive you home after I take a look at this baby." He unhooks the car from the truck before pushing it into the shop.
"Oh, thanks. You don't have to." I replied, moving towards the desk and placing down my book bag, desperate to keep the nerves out of my voice.
"My pleasure." He smiled.
He bent into the driver's side, fiddling for something.
"Oh, there's a knack for popping the hood, here I can-" I started, but before I could finish he had done it, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Eddie looked at me, and suddenly the concrete floor became very interesting, "Just a bit of pressure and some elbow grease should do the trick." He says, climbing back out of the car.
He opens up the hood and takes a look as I sit down and place my bag on my lap. I want to ask if he minds me doing homework, but I don't want to look like I'm ignoring him or being rude.
"Ok so, " he started, and I suddenly felt a drop in my stomach. What if my baby was fucked, and I could never drive her again? What if all she was good for anymore was spare parts? I was so worked up about never being able to drive my girl again that I completely forgot about the guy inspecting her.
My freak out must've been clear on my face because Eddie's face became very soft and gentle,
"Hey, hey, hey, don't worry, it's only a faulty spark plug and wire casings. You're alignments a bit off and your transmission is failing, but it's nothing I can't fix for you. There are some other things here and there that I'll need to get some parts for, and no offence but your car is an older model so it might take a while to get them all." He gave me a small smile, easing my nerves slightly. Eddie sounded like he knew what he was doing, so clearly he did. Right?
"I'll be honest, none of that makes sense," I said, as he walks around and pulls out the chair for me. He's surprisingly chivalrous, opening car doors and pulling out chairs. I don't know what I expected him to be like, but it wasn't this. "I don't think she's ever been looked at after Dad renovated her." I sat in the chair and wonder why I ever thought my dad was a reliable person as Eddie walks into what I assume is a storage closet.
"Here," he says, handing me a radio and a box of tapes that were just around, "Pick out some music, I wanna see what you choose." He had put the car on a lift earlier and was in the process of raising her, a skateboard and toolbox beside him. Once he was happy she was at a reasonable height he dropped to his knees beside the board, then flipped himself over so he was lying flat against it, using it to push himself under the car.
I was flicking through the mix tapes he had when one stood out to me. Dad used to play it for Dustin as a kid, which in hindsight seems a bit weird but at the time it made him laugh and dance like crazy.
Rock You Like A Hurricane by Scorpions started to echo around the building, and I hesitantly pulled out my economics textbook and attempted to try and understand this nonsense they tried to teach us, while Eddie just silently bopped his foot along to the tempo.
Silence passed between us as I attempted to do homework and Eddie tried to fix my car, the only sound surrounding us being the music from Eddie's radio. Once homework was completed I started on a piano lesson plan for Joanna Kelly, a girl who lived down the street from us, I gave her parents a discount given how nice they were to myself and Dustin growing up.
When that was over, I slyly pulled out a math notebook and began to work out my expenses. Eddie could try and sugarcoat it as much as he wants, but I knew this service wasn't going to be cheap. I mean, needing to get replacement parts? It's got to cost at least $2000+, which is definitely more than I make teaching kids how to play twinkle twinkle and three blind mice. I'd landed a job over the summer at the Hawkins Hypnotic Record Store, but only as a way to save up for college.
Now I'll have to apply for scholarships if I want any hope of getting into somewhere decent. That meant taking on more extracurriculars and writing a killer college essay.
Ms Kelly had advertised on the intercom the other week about finding someone to help out in the front office for extra credit. Looks like I was going to be taking her up on it.
I'm barely going to have time to breathe let alone sleep.
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Listening to Eddie banging and crashing around the car had me nervous, but only a small bit. Eddie knew what he was doing, his uncle didn't seem like the kind of guy to give Eddie a job based on familial connections.
Suddenly Eddie comes flying out from under the car, grease and oil covering his face and sweat glistening along his arms, his tattoos practically shining.
I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts about how much this was going to cost me that I didn't even notice him talking to me.
"Hey, Y/n?" He asked with a touch of confusion, "Hellooo?"
My head snapped to look at him, his voice bringing me to my senses.
"Sorry, I was lost in my own mind. Worrying about stuff y'know?"
He rubbed the grease off his face with a cloth and a soft grin, his eyes closed. I took this moment to examine him a bit further. He looked like he had strong arms, and his tattoos were kinda impressive and cool. I heard he paid his friend a 3 months supply of weed, and they did them with a pin and some type of ink.
But I don't know if any of that is real.
"What does a pretty girl like you have to be worrying about?"
Pretty girl.
The words bounced around my stomach before settling between my thighs. I squeezed them together as if on instinct, the words rolling over my skin like waves.
I remained silent, not too sure how to answer that, my mind was blank as I tried to ignore the sudden throbbing I felt.
A few moments pass by and Eddie sits up and looks at me, his hair coming loose from the hair tie.
"Hey, could you pass me the wrench? It's on the counter over there, it's the one with the round-"
"I know what a wrench looks like Eddie, I'll grab it now," I said shuffling around to the counter to look for it, silently loving the way his name felt on my tongue
5, maybe 6 minutes pass, and I've no luck. I had handed him a wrench, but apparently, it wasn't the right wrench. So now I was back staring at a workspace full of stupid tools with stupid names.
I hadn't even heard Eddie come up behind me until I felt his breath.
"Here, let me help" He spoke softly, "It's the least I can do,"
I wanted to tell him that he was fixing my car, and it was the least I could do to find the stupid wrench when suddenly his hand was on my waist as he moved to step beside me. His fingertips brushed off me like tiny flames searing into the exposed skin, and I knew what was coming next.
I tried to resist it, believe me. But I can't help it. I've never been able to, it's my number one weakness. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as I braced myself.
His fingers trailed along the base of my back. I managed to suppress the moan, but that was about it. Like always I arched my back and jerked sideways in a fit of the most unattractive laughs you can picture.
Eddie didn't have to pull his hand away, I had already squirmed from his grip as he looked at me stunned. A toothy grin formed on his face as he crossed his arms.
"What was that?" He said laughing slightly.
Looking at him laugh made me laugh more. It was like someone flipped my giddy switch. I turned to the countertop and bent over on it, determined to catch my breath with my hands clasped behind my head.
"Oh god," I said breathlessly, "I'm sorry, I just have a really ticklish back."
I couldn't see his face, but when he spoke he whispered,
"Heh, yeah," He said lowly, "That's definitely a first. I'll try not and accidentally tickle you in the future." I felt like he was grinning, but I was too embarrassed now to even look him in the eye.
I nearly made a potential sex noise in front of Eddie Munson.
After a bit of silence, I hear him say "Found it, it was a torque wrench I was looking for, sorry for the confusion."
His voice had become very soft, and once again we were wrapped in silence, only now it wasn't uncomfortable.
As the day went on, and while I was fretting over how I was going to pay for my car and most of the house bills, a few people came in to drop off their cars, barely exchanging words with the guy classed as the town freak. Eddie didn't look too bothered as they tossed him their keys before turning on their heel and walking away, but something told me deep down it annoyed him.
But what could I do? I doubt he'd want any consolation from me, he barely knows me.
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"Well, from the looks of things, the repairs shouldn't take more than 3 to 4 weeks. Maybe 5." He told me, which downhearted me slightly, I mean a whole month without my car? Maybe more? That was a whole month getting the bus to school, adding an extra touch of hell onto the day.
"Oh, okay. Would you be able to give me a rough idea of the price? It's ok if you can't, I really appreciate you doing this for me." I gave him a slight smile and watched curiously as he looked to the ground and walked behind the counter. He almost looked nervous.
"It's not going to be cheap, as you probably guessed, but luckily for you," He released a breath that sounded like he had been holding onto it for a while, resting his fist underneath his face "Flattery works with me."
I gave a small chuckle, relieved that he was easing the tension.
"I'll write up a docket next time you're here, we can sort something out then." He said calmly, moving to sit back in his chair. Meanwhile, my heart had started beating a mile a minute.
"Next time I'm here?" I asked curiously
"Yeah, next time you're free and I'm working on your car. It's kind of nice to have someone around who appreciates good music," He was flipping through papers on the countertop, and I was praying he didn't look up anytime soon and see the mixture of surprise and confusion on my face. He looked at the clock on the wall behind him and I saw that I had spent the whole day here, and it was almost 9 pm.
"C'mon it's getting late. Plus now you definitely can't walk home, it's too dark. My car is parked out front, I'll give you a lift." He pulled his keys off the rack and threw on his jacket that he took in from the back of the van earlier.
"Um, thanks. Means a lot." And suddenly I was back to tripping over my words in front of him.
He likes having me around?
He appreciates my music taste?
Edward Munson, what are you doing to me?
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It's not quite how I wanted this chapter to go but I'm to tired to change it now, anyway hope you all like what I've written.
Chapter 5
The next couple of days were still a bit awkward for Jake and MC but they just carried on. They had agreed to get out of the apartment for the day so they went and did some shopping. Then made one final stop at the rainbow cafa as they were sitting talking Hannah came in with Phil.
Phil: Hey MC how are you?
MC: What do you want, Phil?
Phil: Can't a beloved boyfriend ask how his girlfriend is doing?
MC: What the hell kind of drugs have you been taking? We have been broken up for over 2 months now
Phil: Please give me another chance
Jake: Are you deaf or just stupid? The lady told you to go away
Phil: And who's this then?
MC: He's my new boyfriend, Jake
Phil's eyes widened at hearing what MC had just said, in that moment Hannah came over holding her belly.
Hannah: What's going on baby?
Phil: Oh nothing, just having to explain to MC that I'm with you now
MC: What fuck!! You just came over here pleading me to get back with you
Hannah: Phil is that true?
Phil: Of course not baby, come on let's go somewhere else it's not good for you and the baby
MC: Jake, I'm so sorry about that I never meant to…
Jake: it's okay MC I get it I don't mind being your pretend boyfriend around Phil
MC: He's such a jerk I don't know what I saw in him
Jake: You saw good in him at the time just like you do with everybody
MC: that's night of you to say
After they finished their coffee they headed back to the apartment, Phil was waiting outside for MC to get back home.
MC: I am getting sick and tired of having to see you just go away
Phil: I can't do that MC I'm crazy about you I want to be with you
MC: No you don't you just don't want anyone else to have me
Phil: That's not true baby I love you so much
Phil moved towards MC pushing her up against the wall, his breath on her neck his hands were about to squeeze her arse when Jake stopped him. He pulled him off MC and punched him in the face knocking Phil to the ground.
Jake grabbed MCs hand and took her inside the apartment, making sure the door was locked. MC walked over to Jake and put her hands on his face and kissed him softly. There was a lot of heat in the kiss MC slowly moved away leaving Jake breathless.
Jake managed to catch his breath he pulled MC closer to him and kissed her deep with so much passion and heat. Their hands running through each other's hair.
They managed to break away trying to catch their breath, as they looked deep into each other's eyes. MC wrapped her arms around his neck kissing his cheek softly.
Jake: MC, will you like to go on a date with me?
MC: I'd love to Jake when were you thinking
Jake: I was thinking after the shop closes on Saturday, there is a fair coming to duskwood it could be fun
MC: I'd love to Jake I can't wait
The next morning MC and Jake were busy getting ready for the day when there was a knock at the door. Jake went to answer it and saw two police officers standing in front of him.
Jake: Can I help you?
Officer Grant: Can we speak to MC please?
Jake: Can I ask what this is about?
Officer Baine: if you could get MC please
Jake went into the kitchen to get MC she was busy making coffee and something to eat
MC: Who's at the door? I'm
Jake: It's two police officers they want to speak with you
MC: with me? But why? Oh god I bet it's because of Phil
MC went to the door where the officers had been waiting for her.
Officer Grant: MC a notice as been served for you to appear at duskwood police station please come with us
MC: What the hell!!!
Jake: She hasn't done anything wrong
Officer Baine: stay out of this please sir, come with us please MC
While one of the officers was reading MC her rights a call came through over the radio to arrest Jake as well.
The two officers grabbed hold of MC and Jake and took them to the police station, they made them both wait for hours before they interviewed them about what had happened. Jake was waiting for someone to get him out of the cell and talk to him.
In the Interview room both officers came in while MC was already sitting down, they put their files down on the table and sat down.
Officer Grant: Now MC on the night of the 25th September, a Mr Phil Hawkins had come to your apartment to drop off the last of your things. You wouldn't accept your relationship was over and you proceed to touch me Hawkins inappropriately.
MC: What!! That's what he told you? That is not what happened at all
Officer Baine: then please enlighten us MC tell us what happened.
MC told both officers what had happened that night, how Phil hadn't left her alone since they had broken up and how he kept texting her begging her to take him back. She also told them how he cheated on her and has now gotten one of her best friends pregnant. After MC had explained everything the officers let MC out on bail while they investigate.
MC waited in the reception area for Jake. She had lost all track of time, she must have fallen asleep when she felt a hand on her shoulder looking up Jake was standing there.
MC: omg Jake!! Are you okay?
Jake: I'm fine, don't worry about me are you okay?
MC: yeah I'm fine, what did you tell the police
Jake: I told them what Phil had been doing to you since you broke up and how he's not let you alone since.
MC didn't say anything, she just stood up and put her arms around Jake holding him close to her.
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It's just you ~ Cordelia Goode x reader
It's been a tough 2 weeks lately. I've been at work non stop and I haven't been able to talk to my girlfriend all that often. This honestly sucks all I want to do is hang out with my girlfriend. When I get home she's already sleeping and a few hours later I have to leave for work so we never get to see each other. I would love to talk to her about what's going on and why I've had to work so much but I want to do it in person and not over the phone. I sure hope Cordelia will forgive me once this weeks over. You see I've been working so much to be able to get her the ring of her dreams or at least the ring she deserves. I have made plans this Saturday to finally propose after being together for 3 years, she is the one and I knew from our second date together. The first date was just about first meeting and learning things but the second date that's when she showed me her true self and ever since then I knew that Cordelia Goode was the one for me. I didn't care if she is a witch or the supreme, I just want her to be as happy or more as she makes me. I'm a better person with her than I was before.
It's Friday night and I'm home at 10pm. I'm so revealed that these 3weeks are over. I can finally spend time with my baby and ask her to marry me with the perfect ring. As I make my way upstairs I see Cordelia's office light on and decide to make some tea and bring it to her, she can over work herself sometimes. I get into the kitchen and start the kettle, then I go upstairs to change out of my work clothes. By the time I get back to the kitchen the kettle starts to whistle, I get 2 cups out and put green tea into both of ours. Then I make my way to her office. I knock on the door and hear a soft come in, I open the door and see her with her glasses on looking at some papers. She looks up as soon as the door closes.
"Y/N, your home" Cordelia smiles softly.
"Yeah, I just got home a few minuets ago and saw your light so I made us some tea." I walk over and give her a kiss on her head and give her the tea.
"I got a few more papers go get through then I'll be up there" Cordelia tells you and motions to the room with her head.
"Okay, I'll leave you to that, and I'll wait upstairs." I take my tea and head upstairs. As I'm waiting up stairs I scroll through my phone trying to find some flower pedals for tomorrow. I hear the door open and I quickly turn my phone off and place it on the night stand.
"What were you looking at?" Cordelia asks while approaching the bed.
"Oh, nothing just scrolling through Facebook, do you have any plans for tomorrow?" I ask trying to distract her from my phone.
"The girls and I have a tour in the morning, then after that nothing." Cordelia says with a small smile that doesn't reach her eyes.
"Okay, good keep your evening open. We should get some sleep, it's been along day." With that said I turn off my lamp and turn to go to sleep.
It's the next morning, and Cordelia had already left with the girls by the time I woke up. I have a few things to do before tonight. I take a shower, have some coffee and get dressed for the day. I make my way to the ring shop first to pick up the ring then make my way to the grocery store to grab some red wine and some food to make as well. Then I go to the flower shop and get red and white rose pedals. As I make my way home, I get a call from my boss. "Y/N you get you ass to the office now. You never sent me that file." He then hangs up not giving me a chance to respond. Dammit, just when I thought I had a break, as soon as I get home I put everything away and grab my badge. I get to the office around 2pm since it's a 2 hr and 30 min drive away. Cordelia must be home by now, I send her a quick text saying that there was an emergency at the office I will so my best to get it fixed as fast as possible. I open the file and make sure everything is there before sending it, that takes about 1hr because there is so much there and I also had to add a few things hear and there. I send it and go home, sending a text to my boss that it is sent and I'm taking the next week off. To my surprise he is okay with that. It is about 6pm by the time I get home and looks like the girls are out, probably at a party. I make my way inside and see Cordelia at the dinner table with what I had picked up cooked and ready.
"Hi, baby I'm so sorry I had to go in and this was what I was supposed to do for you." I say as I make my way to her and try and give her a kiss on the lips but she moves her head so I kiss her cheek. "Is everything alright?"
"No, Y/N it is not we haven't had any time together for 3 weeks and then you tell me not to make any plans after the tour and you are gone when I get home and tell me you had to go into work?! Is there someone else? Am I not good enough for you? Do you not love me anymore? What is it tell me now and leave so I don't have to continue living like this with my heart broken." Cordelia begins to bawl and I feel my heart ache for her, I never meant for her to get hurt.
"Delia there is no-"
"No you can't call me that anymore." Cordelia snaps at me.
"There is no one else. It is just you and only you. You are more then good enough for me, you-" She cuts me off again.
"No stop no more lies, we are done do you hear me we are done." When she says this I feel her move my chair back with her powers and force me to get up. She's never done this to me before and she promised that she would never ever use her powers on me, under any circumstances.
"Cordelia Goode, you promised me that no matter what, under no circumstances you would never use your powers on me. You haven't even listened to what I had to say." I start by saying, then out of nowhere she is in front of me and has my up against a wall with her powers and I can't move.
"You, do not get to say anything about promised Y/F/N. I have given you the chance to speak and you have just told lies. You are no longer welcome hear and if I see you hear you will not like it." At this time the girls come home and Zoe rushes up to us and tries to get Cordelia off of me, I'm crying and scared. I've never thought Cordelia would hurt me or scare me in anyway. "I want you gone now" with that said she lets me go and I can see marks on my wrists.
I nod and just take the box and letter I wrote out of my pocket and had it to her. I then just walk out and go to a hotel room. The letter has an explanation of what/why I was at work the past 3 weeks, I had wrote a letter so I would be able to read it off and not have to worry about not saying the right thing. I don't even know if I want to go back after what just happened. Speaking of which my wrists have red lines that burn. I begin to cry again, a few minuets later my phone starts to go off, I see Cordelia's contact name and I just ignore it then I see Zoe's a few minuets later. I do answer Zoe's because I will never not give the girls advice. "Hello, Zoe are you alright?"
"Y/N, I know Delia hurt you but please come back. You know she was just hurt and didn't mean to do that. Please Y/N she's worried about you and she read the letter and feels so bad she didn't let you talk. Just please come back." Zoe starts to plead with me.
"I don't think I can Zoe. She hurt me really bad, my wrists are burned. I'm scared of what she will do next. I'm sorry but I will send someone to come and grab my stuff later. Good bye" With that I hang up and think about my decisions that lead up to this moment. I know I did not communicate that well these last 3 weeks and I feel terrible about that, but that does not give her the right to use her magic on me and hurt me. I'm sitting watching TV it is about 11pm at night when I hear a knock at the door. Thinking it's just housekeeping asking if I need anything I open the door. When I look up I see Cordelia with puffy red eyes and then I see the ring on her finger. It's perfect, just as I thought it was going to be. "Cordelia, wha-what are you doing here?"
"Y/n/n, I'm so sorry I hurt you. I never ever want to hurt you in anyway. I'm so disgusted with myself that I used my magic and hurt you. I read you letter and I'm sorry I didn't let you talk and I just assumed the worst. I know you would never do that to me and I know that you love me very much. Please can we just move past this and can we please just go back home and sleep together in the same bed. Please Y/N/" Cordelia pleads with me, while crying. This is my Cordelia this is who I fell in love with.
"Yes, on one condition." I say and she looks at me expectantly to go on. "Will you Marry me?"
"Yes, oh yes I will" Cordelia brings me to a huge kiss and we go back home. I fall asleep while holding her. This is where I'm supposed to be for the rest of my life, here with Cordelia.
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Painkiller - 6
(It feels a little strange posting this right now, with the real Henry just going public with his new girlfriend, that looks exactly like my fictional (!!!) character Kelly. And I swear it's a coincidence that I chose the Daily Mail to reveal the pictures in my story...So if you feel uncomfortable with all this, don't proceed!)
It's time for the next chapter of "Painkiller". I left you with a bit of a cliffhanger, so here we go...
Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Ella)
Summary: Henry has to explain a lot to many different people, Kelly is taking advantage and Ella is a kinky girl
Warnings: RPF! Angst, mentioning of daddy kink, a little sex talk, nothing serious, but still 18+
Unbeta'ed, as usual...all mistakes are mine, English is not my mother tongue, so consider yourself warned...
Credits: Pics for the moodboard are from pinterest, I don't know Henry Cavill, not a bit, this is all fictional, fantasy and wishful thinking!
Parts 1-5 can be found here: nashi's masterlist
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6
Like every day Ella entered the store a good hour before opening time. It still felt strange to start the day without Katie who had decided to stay at home with little Lenny half a year before returning to the world of work. They had hired a help, Mr. Meller, who was the epitome of a middle aged bookworm and it worked perfectly. Ella got along with him very well, he reminded her of her father a lot, and the customers loved him. He wouldn't arrive until a few minutes before nine so Ella had almost an hour to have a coffee and prepare the shop and the cafe for the day. As usual she unpacked the stacks of shrink-wrapped newspapers and started to place them on the counter and the coffee tables in the cafe area. When she took a closer look at the headlines of the Daily Mail her heart skipped a beat before it started to clench. The pain that began to spread in her chest was dreadful and she felt sick all of the sudden. She sat down on one of the barstools at the cafe counter with wobbly legs before she looked at the pictures again.
Henry. He had a girlfriend. A girlfriend he showed up with in public. A girlfriend Ella didn't know about. A girlfriend that was apparently beautiful, young, sexy, curvy...not flat as a pancake. Ella swallowed hard and forced herself to read the little article underneath the pictures.
Henry Cavill was spotted with his new girlfriend yesterday by one of our readers, who sent us the pictures of the happy couple he was able to take in Kensington. "They seemed to be very in love." Our source reports. "Kissing and hugging all the time. Cavill couldn't keep his hands off of her and she kept gazing adoringly at him." It seems A-Lister Cavill has found a new love after a few years of being single. The actor, best known for his role as Superman, who is very discreet about his private life, has a long list of ex-girlfriends but -as he said in an interview lately- is still waiting for the one to fulfill his biggest dream: to start a family. Maybe the wait is over now and Superman has found his Supergirl. But who is the mysterious bombshell? Nobody seems to know…
A loud knock on the door interrupted Ella. She flinched when she saw Henry standing outside. Shit. She got up and walked over to the entrance with knees that felt like jelly, her heart racing at double speed. She took a deep breath before unlocking the door.
Get your act together.
"Henry, good morning. What are you doing here?" She was surprised that she managed to sound so normal.
"Hey. Good morning. Can I come in?" His voice was tense and he seemed to be nervous, tugging on his sleeve repeatedly with a sheepish smile.
"Sure." Ella stepped aside to let him enter the room. He glanced around and his eyes found the newspaper, the pics of him and Kelly staring right at his face.
"I'm sorry, Ella." He turned to her with a frown.
"Sorry? For what?"
He pointed at the Daily Mail. "For not telling you about Kelly."
"Kelly, huh? Well, there's no need to be sorry. This is none of my business, Henry." Ella took the newspaper and looked at the pictures with a nonchalant smile she had to force upon her numb face. "She's very pretty…"
"You're my friend. I should have told you. I didn't want you to read it in the papers…"
Ella just shrugged. She didn't know what to say without sounding jealous or disappointed or both. She felt incredibly empty inside.
"It's not even something serious...I mean we're right at the beginning of our...whatever. I didn't tell anyone about it…"
"A secret affair? How exciting." Ella winked at him when in fact she wanted to scream.
"Not really secret but it wasn't supposed to go public."
"Well, you should have taken her to Gianni's. I heard they are very discreet there." Now her voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"Ella…"
"Henry, listen...as I said. This is none of my business, okay? But I'm happy if you're happy." Ella clenched her teeth to prevent her eyes from watering. She was sure he could see her jaw work.
"You don't look happy." Henry's voice was almost a whisper now, a whisper that crept into her ear, through her veins and right into her hurting heart. She turned around abruptly and went straight to the coffee machine to clean it. She wasn't able to answer when she had to look at him.
Fumbling with the water container she finally was able to pull herself together.
"I guess I'm just a little disappointed that you haven't told me about her." She said as calmly as possible. "I thought you'd trust me."
"I do trust you, Ella." Henry leaned on the counter looking at her with a frown. "It's just...I didn't really know where this was going and I didn't want to bother you…"
"Bother me?" Ella turned around with something close to a smile. "You can bother me whenever you want with whatever is on your mind, Henry. You know that. That's what friends are for." She almost choked on her own words. Fake it till you make it.
Henry just nodded. "I know. I'm sorry."
"It's fine. You can tell me now. How did you meet her?"
"Well, that's kinda funny. She dialled the wrong number when she tried to contact a friend and so she had me on the phone and we had a pretty funny conversation and then we talked again the next day and texted and then we met and...yeah...well." Henry grinned and he felt like a fool.
"Oh...meet cute." Ella said and her heart clenched again. She couldn't help but think about the night she'd met Henry for the first time and the memory helped her to fake another smile.
Henry shrugged and let out a snort. "Yeah, guess so. A crazy coincidence at least."
"And now you're dating her."
What was he supposed to say? He wasn't dating Kelly. He wasn't in love with Kelly. He just had sex with her. But he didn't want to go down the rabbit hole and get confronted with more and more questions he didn't have an answer to. He simply couldn't talk about this with Ella without revealing his feelings for her. So he decided to choose the allegedly easy way out.
"Yes. I...we...want to take it slow though. We're just getting to know each other better."
"That sounds good, Henry. I hope you find what you're looking for. Can't wait to meet her." The lie tasted like acid, burning on her tongue. When Ella heard the door she was relieved and expected it to be Mr. Meller, but to her surprise it was Jax who stood in the doorway, holding the Daily Mail in his hand.
"Good morning."
"Morning, Jax." Ella and Henry said in unison, staring at him.
"I hope I'm not interrupting something." He joined Henry at the counter and threw the newspaper on it with a thud. "Congratulations on your new girlfriend." Jackson smiled at him.
Ella was sure Henry wasn't realizing it but she knew Jackson good enough to know he was pissed. The way his eyebrow twitched gave it away.
"She's not…" Henry sighed and shook his head. "Forget it...thanks I guess."
Ella couldn't stand this anymore. She just wanted this conversation to be over and get rid of Henry. She couldn't look at his ridiculously handsome face right now, didn't dare to look into his eyes and she absolutely wasn't able to be in the same room with him any longer without bursting into tears.
"We were just talking about how much I want to meet Kelly.
"Oh really? Kelly..." Jax raised his eyebrows in an odd mixture of surprise and annoyance.
"What about dinner at my place on saturday, Henry? You, Kelly and I? Jax, can join us…."
"Yes, sure." Henry was much too surprised to make up a spontaneous excuse.
"Great. Jax?"
"Count me in."
"Fantastic. Ok, that's settled then."
She clapped her hands and turned to Henry.
"I'm sorry but I really got a lot of work to do…"
"Yeah, sure. I'm gonna leave you to it." He gave her a nod. "Talk to you later?"
"Sure." Ella gulped, avoiding eye contact.
When Henry had left she let out a deep breath and turned to Jackson who hugged her tightly. "I'm so sorry, Elsie." Ella sobbed into his chest unable to say anything. Jax kissed her head tenderly before he took a step back. "Listen, sweetie. I know you're hurting right now and you just want to hide in your bed with tons of crisps and chocolate but you have a job to do. So keep a stiff upper lip and be strong for the next 9 hours, okay? And tonight you come to my place and we'll have as much junk food and sweets and cherry coke as you want and you can break down and cry and moan and mope. And I'm going to listen and dry your tears. And tell you that I was right, of course."
He winked and Ella let out a grunt that was half sob and half laughter. "Okay." She wiped her eyes to dry the tears and straightened her back. She even managed to smile.
"That's my girl." Jax gave her a thumbs up and when Mr. Meller entered the store Ella was sure she was going to make it through the day.
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When Henry looked at his mobile on the way back to his car he snorted with frustration. There were countless missed calls and at least a dozen messages. From his manager, his assistant, journalists and his family of course.
Wtf, brother. Is that your way to win Ella's heart?
Charlie had texted and his friend Corey seemed to be confused too.
What's going on? U have a gf? Call me!
He was going to take care of them later. Now he had to call Kelly to give her some instructions.
He got in the car and dialled her number. She answered almost immediately.
"Morning, Babe." She sounded way too enthusiastic. "Have you seen it? We're all over the internet!"
"Yes, I have Kell. And that's nothing to exult over. This is a worst case scenario."
"Why. I don't care if everybody knows about us."
"But I do and there's not really an "us". You know that."
"Yes, I do. Oh come on, don't be so grumpy. It's just two pictures. Just tell the press we're only good friends and they're gonna lose interest."
Henry took a deep breath. "Don't be naive, that's not how it works. This wasn't supposed for the public eye but now it's on the internet and in the papers. The damage is done."
"Is it about Ella? You don't want her to know?"
"I didn't want her to learn about it from the Daily Mail….listen, Kelly, don't talk to anyone about this, okay? Not to your friends and most of all not to the press or some internet freaks or whatever. Can you do this for me?"
"Of course. You know I'm discreet."
"Sure. I do. I just need you to stick to it."
"I promise. My lips are sealed."
"Thanks, Kelly."
"You know what, baby? Maybe this is a sign."
"A sign for what?" Henry had a notion what she was up to.
"Well, maybe we can be more than fuck buddies. Maybe it's time we start dating."
"Kelly…" Henry sighed.
"Yes, yes, yes...Ella. I know. And I'm cool with it. But maybe I can help you to get over her. Just gimme a chance, Henry. Let's date, everyone thinks we are dating anyway."
She had a point, he knew this.
"Yeah. Maybe you're right. But let's talk about this later, okay?"
"Okay."
"Oh and I almost forgot...Ella wants to meet you. She invited us over for dinner at her place on Saturday."
"You already talked to her?"
"Sure. I've just visited her at work. To explain…"
"I see. Well, I'm looking forward to meeting her."
"Yeah...so is she. I gotta go, Kelly. Talk to you later."
"Okay. Bye, babe."
After ending the call Henry closed his eyes and let his head sink back on the head rest with a deep sigh. It was just about 9 o'clock and he was already exhausted and done with the day. It fit in the picture that an angry looking traffic warden knocked on his window to point out to him that his car was parked in a no stopping area. He opened the window with an apologetic grin and took the ticket she handed him over with a sour smile.
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Henry spent the rest of the day at home on the phone and online, answering all kinds of questions about him and Kelly to his friends and family, his management and assistants. Of course he wouldn't comment on all of this with an official statement. He never had before and he wouldn't start now. Even if not denying it meant that the whole world considered Kelly to be his girlfriend. Maybe he deserved it for being so careless, for going out with Kelly more often after the dinner at the chippy went so well the other day. For taking her with him when he walked Kal. For going to the bloody supermarket with her. He still didn't know how this was even possible. They had stopped by at this supermarket to buy some food for dinner after a short stroll with Kal. Henry had worn a cap and sunglasses. No one had recognized him, he was 100% sure of that. He knew the way people looked at him when they were aware of who he was. He had taken off the sunglasses inside the shop and hadn't taken them back on when they'd left and when Kelly had taken off his cap to run her hands through his hair and kiss him. It was a short kiss. Only a few seconds because Henry didn't want her to kiss him in public. But it had been long enough for some random passer-by to take a picture and sell it to the press. A few damn seconds that ruined everything. It could have been so easy. A casual fling with Kelly, his friendship with Ella…at least if he'd had the guts to tell Ella about it...but now everything felt so fucking complicated. Now he was somehow dating Kelly and jeopardizing his friendship with Ella.
He was just about to call her when a Zoom call from Corey came in. When his face appeared on Henry's laptop screen, he seemed to be worried.
"Hey." Henry waved at him like an idiot.
"Henry, what the fuck is going on? You and your girlfriend are breaking the internet."
Henry took a deep breath.
"First of all she's not my girlfriend."
"Yeah...I thought so...I mean because of Ella."
Henry knitted his brows and shrugged sighing.
"Yeah…"
"So she's not your girlfriend, but…?"
"But she's a woman I have casual sex with…"
Henry told Corey the whole story from A to Z. How he'd met Kelly, how he'd kept it a secret from Ella and all the other shit that had happened lately.
"And you're absolutely sure that Ella doesn't want more than friendship?" Corey asked sceptically after Henry had updated him.
"Unfortunately I am, man. There have been so many intimate situations...and she never made a move."
"Intimate?"
"Yeah...we have been physically and emotionally very close so often. We even had this...I don't know...sex talk...but nothing's ever happened."
"You talked about having sex?" Corey seemed to be surprised.
"Well not about the two of us having sex together. But she once told me about a special kink. Man, Corey...that was a hard conversation...literally…"
His friend chuckled. "A kinky girl, huh. What kind of kink? Spill it."
Henry sighed with a strange look on his face.
"Okay. Let me tell you the story of horny Henry and how he wanted to be Christian Gray for his sweet elf Ella"
Henry and Ella we're sitting on her couch after dinner. Henry had made a vegetarian chili and they were both completely stuffed. They were just debating about one of the big questions in life -cereals or milk first- when Ella's mobile beeped repeatedly, signaling new WhatsApp messages. She took a look at them and a wide grin spread on her pretty face.
"What?" Henry asked curiously.
"Jax just sent me a link."
"And what's so funny?"
"It's a video called "Henry Cavill reads thirst tweets"."
"Oh that...let's see." He grabbed her phone with a quick motion.
"Hey." Ella protested laughing.
Henry looked at the screen
Look what Hunter sent
😇😎
😏
https://youtu.be/fHS2cqjijIk Henry Cavill reads thirst tweets
"Who's Hunter?" Henry asked and Ella took her phone off his hand.
"Jax's brother."
"He knows about...well...that we're friends?" Henry looked at her with a frown.
"Obviously. Don't worry, he's not even...he's trustworthy." Ella gave him a wink. "So let's take a look at Mr. Cavill reading his fan's dirty fantasies."
"It's really not that spectacular…" Henry rolled his eyes, feeling a little awkward.
Ella shushed him, laughing, before she opened the link and the video started to play.
"Do you get called "daddy" a lot?" A voice asked while an extremely good looking Henry, dressed in a gray suit, his white shirt a little unbuttoned, showing off his chest hair, fished a piece of paper from a plastic container. A snort, a smirk. "On the internet. Sure."
Ella gave him a glance and a lewt smile. They watched the rest of the short clip and Ella laughed a lot, admiring Henry's funny, quick-witted answers.
"This is hilarious." she shook her head, still grinning. "Daddy."
"Oh, come on. Spare me…" Henry gave her an awkward smile. "I really don't get this daddy stuff. I mean...daddy in a sexual context...that's gross, isn't it?"
He locked eyes with Ella searching for approval. "Not really. I used to think the same way, but I learned that it's not about, I don't know… incestuous fantasies or something. I'm not an expert, but you don't imagine being with your father or your daughter. It's a roleplay and it's more about a difference in power between the sex partners. The daddy dom is in charge, dominating the baby girl and she's agreed to obey. The daddy dom is not an abuser. He takes care, is a protector and teacher, and when the little one acts like a brat he's going to discipline her...yeah...something like this." Ella cleared her throat and bit her lip, a little embarrassed now. Of course her cheeks were dark red.
Henry tilted his head with a mischievous grin.
"For not being an expert you know a lot about it."
Ella shrugged, pretending nonchalance.
"Is that your kind of kink?"
"I...well...yes, sometimes. You know, I had some kind of affair after Craig and I broke up and my lover...he showed me a new side of love. Of sex."
"New?"
"Yeah, the rough side, beyond Vanilla. Stuff I hadn't done with Craig. He showed me that it's great to be in control but that it can be even better and very relaxing to let go of control from time to time. To stop thinking and just do what you're told. To let someone take care of you, reward you, praise you and sometimes...well...punish you."
Henry had no idea why, but hearing her talk about this turned him on a lot. His dick twitched at the thought of Ella acting submissive with a dominating partner.
"Are we talking about S/M?" He realized that his voice sounded hoarse and he looked her in the eyes longer and deeper than usual.
"No. Not really. It was more a little 50-shades-of-gray-ish. Nothing extreme, all very playful, but different to what I knew. I learned a lot about me and my sexuality with him. He opened my eyes in more ways than one." Ella held his gaze and Henry felt like his skin was on fire all of the sudden. He felt jealous of the guy...of her Christian Gray...of the things he assumed they'd done together.
"And what happened? Why did the affair come to an end?"
"He had to leave London. Moved to Berlin for his job."
"I'm sorry." Henry moved a little closer to Ella shifting his position, turning his upper body to her. She did the same before answering.
"It's no big deal. As I said, it was just an affair."
"Shortly after the break up."
"Yes."
"So you were ready for a fling back then but not ready to date me?"
This caught her off guard, Henry could tell by the way she flinched slightly.
"I did date you…."
"Yeah. Once. And all I got was a rejection and a peck on the cheek." He smirked, played it cool, but his heart was racing like crazy. They had never talked about this before.
"You mean I owe you a goodnight kiss?"
"Yeah...isn't that what good girls do? Kissing daddy goodnight." Henry felt his heart pounding in his throat.
Ella raised her eyebrows. "If daddy tells them to. Of course."
Their eyes were still locked, breaths going fast, hearts racing and they started to lean in slowly.
And at this point Henry's anecdote ended.
"Hey, wait...what happened next?" Corey wanted to know with a curious look on his face.
"Then you cock-blocked me." Henry laughed.
"What? How's that?"
"I'm just kidding. My mobile rang and the moment was over. You were the caller."
"Shit. Sorry, man."
"Nevermind. I doubt that something would have happened. We had quite a few moments like this and she never kissed me." He shrugged. "It's pointless thinking about it anyway. We're friends. I'm with Kelly now. Full stop."
"You could tell Ella you love her. Maybe she just doesn't dare to make a move after she friendzoned you."
"No, I can't. She doesn't want me. Not the way I want her." And Henry's tone left no doubt that he was done with the topic.
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tbc
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The Night Shift
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 4,189
Warnings: a few bad language words (sorry Stevie), fluff, I think that’s all
Summary: Your bad day turns worse when you're given the night shift at work. But you find it has more perks than you original thought.
A/N: Here it is! My first ever posted/published work! This is a bit new for me for quite a few reasons. 1. I usually write OCs. 2. I'm used to writing 3rd POV and past tense. 3. I like writing series and longer fics. 4k is actually pretty mild for me. Also, I'm planning on doing more first date fics with the Avengers, but we'll see if I keep up with that. Thank you and enjoy!
(Pictures not mine but collage is)
Today is not your favorite day. You woke up late, your laundry isn’t done because the machines were all being used when you tried, your roommate didn’t do the dishes so you had to do them before you left, your car broke down - meaning you had to take the Subway - and now you’re working an extra shift because your stupid coworker didn’t show up.
Who even comes in to get coffee at 9 at night? The sky is dark, the stars are out, and everyone should be getting ready for bed - including you. God. You love New York, but sometimes you wish the damn city would just go to sleep for once in it’s goddamn existence.
You’re practically asleep on your feet, getting ready to close in fifteen minutes, when the door opens, the little bell ringing in response. You rub your eyes and turn from where you’re wiping down the back counters to speak to the wackjob who wants coffee at this cursed hour.
You freeze, your eyes meeting stunning azures framed by dark lashes. Thick, soft, chocolate locks fall down past his ears and into those alluring eyes. Lips, perfectly pink and very tempting, pull up in a delicious smile. He’s got a jawline sharp as a knife, only accentuated by the dark scruff covering it. Jesus Christ this man is attractive. He’s also vaguely familiar…
He strolls up to the counter, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans that pulled taunt around his thick thighs. His shirt is pulled tightly across his shoulders, muscles flexing beneath the fabric, threatening to tear the material with every movement.
“Hello.” You thank whatever deity that might be out there that your voice doesn’t shake as you greet the gorgeous god of a man.
“Hi there, doll. Cody’s off today, huh?” Even his voice is breathtaking.
“Yeah. He didn’t show up. Is he a friend of yours?”
The man tilts his head in confusion, before his eyes light up realization. “Oh, no. No. I just come here a lot.”
“At nine at night?”
He shrugs, a small blush rising on his cheeks. “It’s the only time I get to myself really.” It clicks in your head who this man is when he raises his hand to rub the back of his neck. Black metal gleams in place of tanned skin.
“You’re Bucky Barnes!” You blink at him in disbelief. His hand quickly finds its way back to his pocket while he chuckles awkwardly. “Oh my god. I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you. You’re one of my favorite Avengers! After Black Widow, obviously, but-” You stop rambling, feeling heat rise to your face. “God, I’m tired. Uh, what can I get you?” You punch in the order that he gives you and look up shyly. “Is there anything else I can get you?”
He smirks and leans on the counter. “How about a name, darlin'? Yours, specifically.”
You roll your eyes, unable to contain the snort you give. “I’ll be right back with your order, sir.” You start making his drink, avoiding his eyes that you feel watching your every move. Usually you had another worker helping to make drinks, but since there’s only ten minutes until closing, you’re alone to close up the shop tonight.
You also usually only write on the cup when there’s more than one person, but you find yourself writing down your own name on his cup. It is part of his order, after all.
“Here you go.” You repeat his order, handing his cup to him.
He raises an amused eyebrow. “You forgot-” You interrupt him by clicking your tongue and turning the cup in his hands. He looks down at it curiously, before grinning and reading the ink out loud. The way your name falls off his lips has you holding in a shiver. “Thanks, sugar.” You watch him leave the shop, whistling a nameless tune, and wonder if Cody would mind switching shifts more.
Turns out, Cody had been arrested, so your boss had to hire a new kid who, because of school, couldn’t do the night shifts. Which meant your shifts changed. Not that you mind all that much; it gives you more chances to see Bucky.
When he said he comes in often, he wasn’t lying. Occasionally he stays while you clean and lock up and the two of you get lost in conversation under the city lights outside the shop. He usually orders and leaves with a witty comment and a wink, probably off to save the world from aliens or Nazis. He always orders the same thing, but he always asks for a little something extra, different every night.
“The usual?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Anything else?”
“Your phone number would be great.”
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“I’ll get right on your drink, Buck.”
“Awesome. Can you add your favorite flowers to that, too? Thanks, sugar.”
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“I’m gonna change it up today, dollface.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I’ll have the usual, but on the side I want to know what your favorite dessert is.”
He’s such a charmer. You aren’t sure if he’s just flirting or if he actually likes you. You think maybe he does that with every girl - waitresses, cashiers, secretaries - and he’s just being friendly. You’re sure after being stuck as a brainwashed assassin for nearly a century, flirting and cracking jokes with people makes him feel more normal. Still, you can’t help but wish that maybe the relationship you have now would become…more.
It’s not until he shows up a few weeks after your first meeting that you finally get an answer to whether or not he really likes you.
The bell rings, signifying a customer coming into the shop. You know it’s Bucky by the watch on your wrist; in the past few weeks of working the night shift, only one other person came in at nine o’clock.
“Good evening, beautiful.” A smile lifts the corners of your mouth at the familiar smooth voice that you could listen to all day. “Whatcha doin’ down there?”
You straighten up and look over the counter. “It’s called inventory. How’s your day been, Buckaroo?”
“Better now that I get to see your pretty face.”
You roll your eyes, face heating up and a small smile gracing your features. “Give me a minute and I’ll have your drink done. Anything extra?”
“This is a bit riskier than normal, but I’ve been wanting to try it for a while. Can I get your schedule?”
You raise an eyebrow in confusion as he smirks confidently. “My schedule?”
“Yeah. I just need to know something.”
“What would that be?”
“You free on Saturday, doll?”
* * * * * * * *
Saturday comes much too slowly for your liking, especially considering he asked you out only two days prior. He didn't tell you what you'd be doing today, so you decide on a casual sundress that you can play off as fancy if you need it to be. The color and style compliments you and your beautiful features perfectly and you can only hope he agrees. Your roommate assured you you looked gorgeous before going out with some of their other friends this morning.
You're just putting the finishing touches on your outfit for the day when a knock on your door sounds throughout your apartment. You check your watch: 10:30 on the dot. Just like he said. You get up too quickly, causing you to trip on your own feet and stumble - but luckily you catch yourself before you fall. Feeling simultaneously embarrassed and relieved he didn't see your clumsy actions, you head to open the door.
A bouquet of your favorite flowers appeared once you open the door, bright cerulean eyes shining at you from behind them. He grins, said eyes scanning your figure. "You look pretty as a picture, doll."
You duck your head bashfully, taking the flowers from him. "Thank you." You not so subtly check him out as you put the flowers in a vase. Like always, Bucky is absolutely stunning: his brown locks frame his face, falling into those mesmerizing blues, which are even more so due to the dark blue t-shirt under the light bIue jean jacket hugging his muscled torso. Dark jeans pull taunt across those thighs, his large hands in his pockets casually. You find yourself frowning when you notice his left hand is covered by a black glove. You want to say something, but decide against it, too anxious to ruin the date with this god of a man.
He clears his throat, which brings your gaze back to his face. You feel yourself heat up at the smirk on his perfectly pink lips. "Uh, I, um, so...what are we doing today?"
"I thought we could have some fun today, since all you ever seem to do is work."
"I don't always work." You quickly defend. He raises a disbelieving eyebrow, making you drop your head again. "Okay. Maybe I don't get out much."
He chuckles. "Good thing. That way I get you to myself." There's that smug smirk again. "As for what we're doing, that's for me to know and you to find out. I'd wear walking shoes if I were you, though."
You give him a curious look, moving over to grab your keys, phone, and wallet, before slipping on your sneakers. "I don't get a hint or anything?"
"And ruin the surprise? Where's the fun in that?" You giggle a bit as the two of you head out your door and down the hall. "I didn't know if you mind motorcycles, so I just borrowed Steve's car." He tells you in the elevator.
You talk about motorcycles and your opinion of them as you walk out your building and into the bright Spring sun. Your eyes widen at the nice Camaro parked in the street that he leads you to. "Wow."
"Yeah." Bucky nods in agreement. "Tony had it custom made for Steve for their anniversary a few months ago."
"And he's allowing you to use it?"
Bucky chuckles, running a hand through his hair as a pink tint dusts his cheeks. "'Allow' is a strong word."
You laugh as he opens the passenger door for you. You thank him, sliding onto the nice brown leather seat. "Does he even know you have it?"
He shrugs, shutting the door and leaning into the open window. "He'll find out soon, I'm sure."
Another laugh escapes you, a smile adorning his lips at the sound. He walks around the car, doing a hood slide to make you chortle again. While you two start driving, you try to convince him to give you a hint, but he's stubborn, denying you answers with that annoyingly charming smirk of his.
You recognize the direction you're going after a while and bounce in your seat as you arrive. "Coney Island?"
"I haven't been here since before the War and I've been meaning to come see how it's changed." He told you with a grin. "Who better to come check it out with than the pretty dame who serves me coffee at nine o'clock without complaining?"
Rolling your eyes to cover how much comments affect you, you smile teasingly in return. "Have you always been such a charmer, Barnes?"
He parks the car before shooting you a wink. "Only to angels, darlin', and you're the first one I've met so far."
You inwardly curse, hating how easily flustered you get around him. He gets out of the car and you're about to follow when he opens your door for you and offers his hand to you like the gentleman he is. You take it, enjoying the feeling of your smaller one against his rough calluses, and he helps you out of the car, shutting the door behind you.
"You ready to have the time of your life, dolIface?"
"As long as you get me a treat." You joke, linking your arm with the one he offers.
"Like I wasn't going to?" He scoffs back. "Who do you think l am, sugar? Now c'mon. Fun's awaitin'."
You laugh, letting him drag you around, loving the child-like wonder in his pretty eyes. Whether or not you enjoy roller coasters, you have a blast: playing carnival games, eating food you both know is terrible for you, but tastes oh so good, and people watching the interesting crowds, all while teasing and playing around with each other. There's nothing better you can think of to do with your free day than goof off with Bucky, no stress or worries plaguing your mind like usual. He even wins you multiple adorable plushies! Being a super soldier wasn't just good for saving the world, evidently.
It was while you're eating lunch that you ask Bucky why he's wearing a glove. "I've already seen your arm. I don't mind."
He hesitates, opening his mouth before licking his lips nervously. "It's not...I know you don't. I just don't...I dunno. I don't wanna freak anyone out."
You frown and put down your food, leaning forwards on your elbows. "First off, I think you're an amazing person. Just throwing that out there. Second, I don't think anyone will mind. You're a hero. An Avenger. Basically a celebrity with a badass arm. And, finally, if anyone does say anything, I'll tell them off. Easy peasy."
He snorts at that, before looking at his gloved hand warily. You reach across the table to give both his hands a squeeze. He meets your eyes and you grin reassuringly back. "If you're not comfortable, that's okay. Just know that other people should never be the reason to hide yourself. Trust me."
"I do." He says genuinely. You give him a questioning look, playing with the tips of his gloved fingers. At his nod, you slowly start taking his glove off, giving him time to say no. He doesn't, letting you tug it all the way off. He blushes when you lift the smooth metal to your lips.
"So, what's next? Wanna win me one of those monkeys with the velcro hands?" He chuckles at your question, telling you he'd win you all of them if you asked. You giggle, tightening your hold on his hand and, after finishing the last bite of food, pulling him to the booth with the monkey prizes.
When it starts getting dark, Bucky convinces you to go on the Ferris Wheel with him, promising to hold your hand the whole time if you're scared of heights (even though you haven't let go of his hand or arm since lunch). It's one of the most stunning scenes you've ever seen. The sun is just barely peeking over the horizon, a few stars dotting the darkened sky, a rare sight living in New York City. The aforementioned city's lights were turning on, causing the skyline to glow brightly. It's hard to think of anything bad about NYC when she looks like that.
"Wow. " You breath, enchanted by the city you've grown to love as home. "There's something almost...magical about it, don't you think?" You turn to Bucky, still captivated by the view, expecting him to be the same. After all, New York has been his home for over a century and so much has changed. Instead, you find him intently watching you, a small, adoring smile etched on his features. You smile shyly, unable to keep his gaze while he's looking at you like that - like you're the most enthralling thing he's seen, bewitching his heart and soul, even with the magnificent picture before you.
"Yeah...there is." He agrees, grabbing your chin between his left thumb and pointer finger gently, making your eyes meet. His right arm is around your shoulders, pulling you into his warm chest, heating you up from the chill the night is bringing.
Your heart drums hard against your ribs when he glances at your lips and you're sure he could hear it, even without his enhanced hearing. Your eyes lock onto his lips as his tongue darts out to wet them. You're suddenly so much closer, his right hand holding the back of your neck delicately while his left cups the side of your jaw. Your hands are gripping his jacket, noses brushing.
"Can I kiss you?" His voice comes out low and raspy.
"If you didn't, I'd probably smack you."
You feel his deep chuckle reverberate through his chest, which you just notice is pressed solidly against yours. Before you can process anything, his lips are slanted over yours. They're softer than you originally thought and they move expertly against yours. It surprises you, before you remember he's technically over a century old, so of course he has experience.
The kiss is over before you want it to be, but the need for oxygen gets too much and your lungs start to sting, so you pull back reluctantly, your hands now in his hair while he's holding your face tenderly.
"Speaking of magic."
You laugh, rolling your eyes as the Ferris Wheel starts turning again. "Who knew Bucky Barnes is such a sap?"
He smirks, leaning forwards to peck your Iips a couple times. "I prefer the term 'romantic'."
Once you get off, you hold onto his elbow, leaning against his shoulder. "Thank you for bringing me, Buck. I really enjoyed today."
"Well that's good considering we're not done."
Your eyebrows shoot up. "Wait, what?"
Bucky scoffs in amusement. "You didn't think that was all, didya, doll? The day's not over; the night's still young!" His right arm slings around your shoulders, pulling you close and kissing your head.
"Okay. What's next?" You ask curiously. He raises an eyebrow, a smirk on those delicious lips. "Another surprise?"
"Hope you're hungry, sweetheart."
"Dinner?"
Giving you a charming grin, he leads you back to the car. "Guess you'll have to wait 'n see, darlin’."
* * * * * * * *
"Buck.” You groan, toeing the ground nervously. The blindfold covering your eyes was keeping you from seeing anything and, to your embarrassment, you've already tripped more times than you care to admit. “Where are we? l feel like we've been walking forever. Can I take this stupid thing off yet?”
Bucky chuckles softly in your ear, holding you steady as you walk on the uneven surface beneath your feet. “We’re almost there, doll. I promise."
Letting out a huff, you let him lead you further along. Finally, after what feels like hours, though you know you're being dramatic and haven't been walking that long, he stops. "Stay right here," he mumbles, his hands that were on your shoulders leaving, along with his warmth behind you, with a kiss to your cheek.
"Haha. You're so funny."
A couple snickers leave his lips and you can just imagine the smile no doubt gracing his features - the one that crinkles the corners of his eyes adorably. You feel wind nip at your bare skin and shiver slightly, wondering where the hell you are.
"Okay. C'mere." His hands are on you again, the contrast of the two adding to the goosebumps the breeze was giving you. "Right here." You can practically feel his excitement and nerves as he positions you. "Alright. Ready?"
"As much as I'll ever be, I suppose."
His nimble fingers are suddenly at the edge of cloth covering your eyes, which he makes quick work of, tugging it off gently. "You can open your eyes, sugar." He chuckles, seeing your eyes tightly clenched shut. You do as he says and blink them open. The sight that meets you takes your breath away.
He brought you to a beach, which you had kind of already guessed due to the sad slipping through your shoes. In front of you, a blanket is spread out, being held at the corners by lanterns, which are connected by a string of fairy lights outlining the blanket. Pillows are scattered on the blanket, a picnic basket to the side while a single red rose is in a small vase in the center with rose petals surrounding the setup. He really is a romantic.
"Bucky. It's beautiful. When did you set this up?"
He rubs the back of his neck, turning red. You smile, enjoying the fact that you can make him just as flustered as he makes you. “Actually, the team helped me out a bit. It was originally just Natasha and Steve. But, uh, then Tony and Wanda found out and then...Sam."
You giggle, knowing his and Sam's brotherly relationship from previous conversation. "I bet he teased the shit out of you when he found out."
"Please," Bucky scoffs. "I'll be the butt of his jokes for at least a month. At least, this part of me will."
"Well, I love this side of you if that's worth anything."
He grins dashingly at you. "Then let the birdbrain tease, because that’s worth everything. Here." Taking your hand, he leads you over to the blanket and sits you down. "All those questions at the coffee shop and I never asked your favorite drink so I brought red, white, beer, Coke, Pepsi, root beer, and," he pulls out the last bottle he brought with a boyish smile. "Apple juice. There's water in 'ere too. And, o' course, the meal and the dessert, which I did ask about because I'm not a complete idiot."
Laughing, you can't help but pull him in for a kiss. "You're so cute."
He clears his throat, his face heating up while he rubs the back of his neck, tying his hair back in a knot. He hands out compliments like candy on Halloween but he can't take them to save his life. How adorable can one man be?
You two eat and talk about everything from hilarious childhood stories to what keeps you up at night. You love listening to his fascinating tales of playing through the 20s, scraping through the 30s, and fighting through the 40s. You especially love the way his face lights up when talking about his family, the Howling Commandos, and America's Golden Boy, both twink and tank stories.
After a couple hours, you find yourself wrapped in his warm jacket - which smelled amazing - leaning against him as he tells you about his new family. You sip on your preferred drink, your eyes fluttering shut, content to simply listen to his soothing voice talking about Clint and Scott's latest prank on Pietro.
"You tired, doll?" You hear him whisper tenderly, his arms around your waist while his thumbs run small circles on your sides.
You hum and look back at him over your shoulder. "Just feeling the moment." He smiles adoringly at you, kissing your temple.
"It's getting late anyways. We should get you home. Don't want your roommate worrying."
You scoff, but agree. You help him clean up and carry things to the car, despite his protests. You nearly fall asleep on the ride back, his big, warm hand resting comfortably on your thigh the whole way. He squeezes gently when you pull up to your building, murmuring lightly to wake you up.
Ever the gentleman, he walks you inside and helps you bring the armful of prizes he got you to your door. Once there, you unlock the door and lean against the frame, facing him.
"Thank you, James. As far as first dates go, this is by far the best one I've had."
He shoots you a smug grin. "Glad to hear that, beautiful. Does that mean if I asked for a second date you'd say yes?"
You give him a smirk back. "I'd say your chances are very good."
"And if asked for a goodnight kiss from the most gorgeous girl I've ever been blessed to be in the presence of?"
You giggle, ducking your head shyly. His hands grip your jaw, pulling your gaze back to him. He nudges your nose with his, whispering against your lips, "is that a yes?" AII you can think to do is nod. He smirks at your reaction, before he's pulling your lips against his. It's more passionate, less hesitant and experimental, than the few previous kisses you shared. He's angling your face to deepen the kiss, his hands tangle in your hair and his tongue prods your lips open, swallowing the little whimper you let out.
When you pull back, you're breathless, panting against his open month. "You workin' tomorrow, darlin'?" He rasps out.
"No." You try to collect yourself enough to answer, although it's hard with all your nerves on fire, his scent fogging up your brain. You manage to move your heavy tongue enough to say, "I have the weekend off."
A broad grin lights up his pretty face. "Great. I'll be over at nine. Have a nice night, sweetheart."
You nod, an airy "goodnight" leaving your lips. You watch him walk off, a pep in his step and his lips turned up. You lean back against your door, hugging all your new plushies to your chest, still wrapped up in his jacket, and let out a sigh.
You'll have to go visit Cody and thank him. After all, that dreadful night shift gave you the best day of your Iife.
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1.3.6. SATURDAY NOVEMBER 1st
Warren County, Illinois
There was a knock at her bedroom door.
Leighton lifted her head and puffed the blond hair out of her eyes with her mouth, taking a glance at her Hello Kitty alarm clock. 8:57.
Fuck Diego, I told you to text me. She thought as she cleared her throat.
“Come in.”
Mya walked in the room.
And as if it wasn't weird enough for Mya to be walking in the room---seriously, she wasn't even on Leighton's radar of people who would be walking into her bedroom at that moment---it was even more weird that Mya appeared to be dressed like some sort of leopard. Even the remains of some face paint was smeared all over her round brown cheeks and streaking down her neck.
“Mya?” Leighton croaked as she turned over in her bed, “What are you doing here? Who even let you in?”
Mya plopped down on the end of Leighton's bed. “Your mom did. What are you still doing in bed?”
“My mom is awake?” Leighton lay on her back and looked at the ceiling.
“Yeah, she's up and watching the news like everyone else. Seriously she starts drinking really early. Not even ten and she's got her a bottle of wine.”
Leighton sat back up on her elbows and frowned, “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Why aren't you watching the news?” Mya asked, “I heard about it on the radio. I was on my way home but I didn't want to go home just yet. I don't want to hear any shit from my mom and with what went on last night, I'm sure I'll hear my fair share.”
Leighton shook her head with exasperation, “What?”
“Girl..haven't you seen all the trucks parked outside? Turn on the news! Where's your remote for this TV”.
Leighton pointed to her vanity and swung her legs off the bed, sitting up. “It's over there, knock yourself out I guess.”
Mya padded across the room and scooped up the remote. Leighton yawned and trudged out of the room toward the bathroom. A few minutes later she found Mya at the end of her bed glued to the television.
Leighton sat at her vanity and began to brush her perfect hair on her perfect head. What she saw on the television in the mirror's reflection made her stop. She turned around.
Mya had switched to the local news. An aerial shot showed Haddonfield's hospital in flames. A banner at the bottom of the screen read: HALLOWEEN HORROR IN SMALL TOWN. The news anchor's voice was droning: “So far twenty people are confirmed dead by Warren County Sheriff's office but when pressed if this twenty persons all came from the hospital or from other unconfirmed incidents we were told by our contact within the police department that they, and I quote, 'could not comment at this time'. Someone who may have answers we need however is Channel 7 reporter Holly West who has been covering this night of terror for this small Illinois town all night, she is down there live outside the hospital, Holly are you there?”
Leighton's mouth gaped open in a state of shock and amazement. She slowly put the brush down on the vanity and sat down on the bed next to Mya slowly.
🎃
Valentina Sequera sat on the shabby futon inside the trailer, cellphone in her hands, eyes glued on the old fashioned square television. She pushed her curly black hair, going gray in some places, out of her face, and watched as the news switched from the aerial shot of the burning hospital, to the pretty, albeit tired looking blonde news anchor on the ground.
Channel 7 Reporter Holly West stood in the parking lot of the hospital, the smoking building in the background. Beside her was an Hispanic woman that looked very familiar to Valentina.
I think we go to the same church, she thought.
“Holly West here, live from outside the scene at Haddonfield County-General Medical Center. I'm here with Rosalita, she was inside the hospital having just given birth to her new baby boy...first of all, are you and your baby okay?”
“Yes, yes,” Rosalita answered in an accent not as thick as Valentina's. “Thankfully to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, the Virgin Mary, and all the Saints me and my new baby boy Rogelio are doing just fine.”
“Glad to hear that,” Holly replied smiling, “Now you were inside the hospital. Can you tell us what you experienced?”
“Yes ma'am,” the woman replied respectably, “my son was born around 11:30 and we were resting in our room around 2, close to 2:30 when I hear a gunshot.”
“A gunshot!?” Holly looked surprisingly at the camera and then back at Rosalita, “We haven't heard reports yet of a gunshot, are you sure it was a gunshot?”
“Si..uh..yes ma'am,” the woman smiled knowingly, “mi husband...my ex-husband that is...he used to shoot guns...so I know the gun sound...and I would have to say it was definitely shotgun.”
Holly West's eyebrows did not fall, “Well you heard it here first ladies and gentlemen, shots fired at the hospital. Then what happened?”
Valentina couldn't pay attention. She picked up her phone, scrolled down into the contacts to the very common pet name hispanic mothers give their sons: MI GORDO and then hit CALL.
Straight to voicemail.
“Hola, dis' Diego, leave a message por favor... dejame un mensaje...”
She cut him off and dropped the phone in her lap. Her legs shook nervously.
Diego and his stupid Spanglish, she thought to herself in Spanish. She glanced at the clock on the wall. The bright green iguana mounted to the disc decorated in cacti and hues of southwest teals, purples, and pinks had his tail on the one and his head close to the nine indicating it was 9:05.
No need to worry really, she thought, it hasn't been that long. He may still be at the shop. He may have went to a friend's house. Her mind thought of the names of any of Diego's friends. Quinn...was that one? She asked herself. She glanced back at the TV, Rosalita was talking.
“Then Sherriff Brackett came in and took me and my baby to hide in a closet...”
Holly West cut her off, “A closet?”
“Yes,” Rosalita smiled nervously, she was searching for the right words in English, “like for medical supply and stuff.”
Holly West smiled and nodded, “Oh ok, a big supply closet.”
“Si..uh..yes. And then he go look to for help.”
“And then he went to go look for help?”
“Si...yes.”
“And did you see Sheriff Brackett again?” Holly asked.
“No.”
“What time was this?”
“Not long after we got in room, maybe 2...2:30.”
Valentina could only think of one more thing to do. She picked up the large white old fashioned cordless landline phone that lay on the couch beside her. Quickly, she scrolled through the history on the small digital display screen, found the number she wanted, and hit the CALL BACK button.
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Leighton and Mya had moved to the living room. Leighton sat on the small sofa, wrapped in a quilt. The temperature outside had dropped considerably over the night. For the first time in several months the air conditioning was off and the house had a drafty damp feel. The world was gray and misty outside of the large regal windows of the mayoral mansion's living room.
Mya sat on the floor in front of the sofa next to the large glass coffee table. She had swiped Leighton's disposable make-up removal wipes from the bathroom, and now had a nice pile of gold and black stained wipes on the surface of the glass, right next to a large cup of orange juice.
Leigh Ann Roderick-Dodge, Leighton's mother and the wife of Haddonfield's unhonorable mayor, lay on the opposite, but matching sofa. Her head at one end, her feet on the other. She was beautiful, a former model in her twenties, she still looked gorgeous even with no make-up and her blonde hair tossed up in a messy bun at the top of her head. She was still dressed in a robe, and indeed, she held a large goblet of chardonnay in one hand and the television remote in the other. At the moment, all were fixated on Holly West's interview with Rosalita from the hospital.
“Did you notice when the power went out?” Holly asked.
“Si..there was big lightning strike and then...boom. No lights.” Rosalita made hand motions to illustrate the lightning.
“So you think the lightning knocked out the power?”
Rosalita nodded exhuberantly, “Definitely.”
“About what time was this?”
“We were there..about two hours...4 maybe..4:30.”
Leighton's phone went off. She looked at the screen: DIEGO HOME. She smirked to herself and hit the green button.
“What's up fucker? Thought you'd be sleeping.” She answered.
Mya laughed. Her mother glared at her. “Leighton Michelle!” She hissed, and took a sip of wine.
There was a pause on the other end and then she heard a woman's voice, in a thick hispanic accent say, “Um...yes..this Leighton? This is Diego's mom...Valentina.”
Leighton sat up on the couch and put her hand to her mouth to suppress a gasp. “Oh Miss Sequira, I'm so sorry, I thought you were Diego.”
“Is okay,” Valentina said, “So he not with you. You know where he is?”
Leighton frowned. Why would Diego not be home. “No ma'am, I haven't seen him since he went into work yesterday.”
“He no tell you where he is?” Valentina struggled to say.
“No ma'am,” Leighton said, pushing her hair out of her face.
“Si..ok...thank you.”
Leighton clicked the red button and looked at the television. The banner at the bottom of the screen that moments ago had read: TERROR IN HADDONFIELD...now read: EYEWITNESS: SHOTS FIRED AT HOSPITAL.
Diego should have been home and in bed by now, she thought. And he said he was going to text me. She looked at her messages. No texts.
He probably went drinking with that guy Quinn from work.
She looked back at the TV. She read a part of the ticker at the very bottom of the screen: ...ITNESS REPORTS POWER WENT OUT AT HOSPITAL AFTER LIGHTNING STRI...
The storm, her mind exploded. He probably didn't go home after work because of the storm. He probably spent the night in the break-room. He had done it before, a few times, mostly when business got slow and he and Quinn had gotten drunk. She thought about calling Diego's mother back to set her mind at ease. She would have definitely called his work first, she thought. At least I hope.
Leighton picked up her phone and scrolled down into her contacts where it said DIEGO SUPERFUEL and hit the green button again.
She got a three chord tone. “I'm sorry but the number you are trying to reach is not in service.”
“Ok that's weird,” she said to herself as she ended the call.
“What?” Mya asked, eyes still on the screen which was now dominated once more by overhead shots of the burning hospital.
“Nothing,” she said to herself. But now she was beginning to worry.
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Valentina had indeed tried the work phone number first and had gotten the same operator message. She got up from the couch and went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of lemonade from the fridge. The news reporter droned on from the television after her.
“If you are just joining us, we now have a witness account from inside the hospital stating that they heard shots fired before the power went out and before the explosion. I believe we now have to consider the possibility that some act of terrorism may have occurred in Haddonfield last night. We are going to replay that interview with a young mother who was in the hospital celebrating the birth of her new baby boy---”
Valentina sat down, took a sip of the lemonade and picked up the cordless phone once again. She dialed her son's cellphone number.
“Hola, dis' Diego, leave...”
She threw the phone down on the cushion next to her in disgust
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Love at Chance - CH 03
Chapter 03: Guess who's coming for dinner!
Word Count: 1.02 k
Warnings: Looks, many looks and slow bur.
Summary: A gentleman, wearing a tank top offers to help you. Very polite you offer him a lemonade, some looks and buffalo wings.
Author’s Note: This is my first story in English, you will certainly notice. I hope you like it and forgive any mistakes.
Chapter 02 Link
NOTE: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.
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I haven't seen my famous neighbor these days, maybe he is traveling on business. The box with the dress is still in my closet, I thought it would be rude to knock on his door to return the gift. Even more now, I don't know how to handle a celebrity. I read some things about him, fortunately he is a conscientious citizen. A rarity these days. His list of films is long, including the unmistakable Captain America. How could I be so distracted? On the personal side some topics, some relationships and a lot of speculation. On social media many pictures of Dodger, who seen this way without jumping, is cute.
On Saturday I go out to do some shopping, I need to improve my diet. I have been feeling a little unwell, especially when doing workout. The heavy bags started to hurt my arms, having to walk a few meters to the entrance of the building carrying weight makes the renovation of the parking lot a nuisance.
- Neighbor. - called the familiar voice as soon as I crossed the hall.
- Hi! - It's him, my famous neighbor.
- Can I help you? He reached for the bags.
He is certainly coming from the gym, wearing sports shoes, black shorts, gray tank top and cap. Those arms are amazing, that highlighted vein made me lose my attention on what he was saying. Clearing my throat and regaining common sense, I looked at his face. That was a little flushed, perhaps because of the effort he made in the gym.
- They are heavy, I do not want to abuse. - I smiled sheepishly.
- No problem, let me carry it for you. - He took them from my arms, which were relieved.
- Thanks. - Chris didn't seem to feel the weight.
The elevator arrived, I got in first and he followed me. Pressing the button on our floor we started to climb. The apartments are divided into two per floor. What gives more privacy and space for residents.
- Is the door good?
- Yes, it's perfect. - I answered quickly. - Thanks!
- How nice.
We got to our floor. He came after me, I opened the door.
- Please come in. - Chris followed me into the kitchen, where he put the bags on the counter. - Would you like some coffee or lemonade?
He looked at me for a few seconds, I think he found my change strange.
- Yes, I accept the lemonade. - He replied with a smile.
- Lemonade coming out!
I went to the cupboard to get the glass, then the refrigerator to get the jar. I felt his eyes following me, fortunately, I'm wearing my best jeans. I served it, hoping it was good.
- Thank you, neighbor. - He said kindly.
- Y / N, my name is Y / N. - Finally I introduced myself.
- Nice to meet you, Y / N. - My name sounded beautiful in his voice. - Christopher, but you can call me Chris.
- Nice to meet you, Chris. - I smiled. - or rather C.E.
He took a sip of the lemonade and laughed, an amused laugh.
- Now you know?
- Yes, thanks to my mother. - I was embarrassed.
- Your mother? Did she recognize me?
- Not exactly, she was here and chose a movie with you, the rest was a surprise. - He drank more lemonade.
- I wouldn't say anything, but I wanted to see your face when you found out. - He confessed.
- Shocked, you can bet.
I started taking the shopping out of the bags.
- So, I got the size right? -He looked at me anxiously.
- Yes, the exact size. - I answered.
- But you didn't like it, it seems, you can change it if you want. - He got ahead.
- I liked it, it's beautiful. I just can't accept it, it's too much.
- It's a gift, I just saw it and I wanted to give it to you. Not just for the blouse. - He say.
-But we don't know each other, and I'm not the type who accept gifts from men. - My serious tone.
- Believe me, Y / N, a man in my position knows how to recognize a woman like that. - He spoke seriously. - I know you are not one of them, the gift was just a gesture I wanted to make to you. I didn't go around giving gifts to women
He conveyed truth in the words, he is an actor and could be pretending, but something inside me made me believe him. Especially the way those beautiful blue eyes looked at me, filled with good vibes.
- Okay, I accept. - I spoke softly. - Thank you, Chris!
- Great, I'll tell your fan that you liked it. - He laughed.
- My fan?
- Dodger, he really likes you. He even knows when you're coming home.
- Seriously!
- Yes, he goes to the door and wags his tail. - Chris replied excitedly.
- That's wonderful. - I smiled.
- I also think. - He looked at me intently.
Embarrassed, I went back to remove the purchases from the bag.
- Well, I'm going, I don't want to take your time. - He took the rest of the lemonade. - Thanks for the drink, I needed to get a little taste of home. So much frozen and restaurant food is not good.
- I'll prepare buffalo wings and salad for dinner. If you want you can appear. - The words pouring out of my mouth.
I felt like an idiot. I don't know what went through my mind, but I was not able to contain the idea just for myself.
- Can I bring the beer? - He surprised.
- Yes, and Dodger. - He looked at me cheerfully.
- We'll be here.
I just invited Chris Evans to dinner!
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Hello! I love your writing. I'm always reading the things you write and I want to thank you for that :D It makes my day better ^u^ If it's ok, could you write something about Hobi dealing with his affectionate bff/crush, like his crush is really affectionate and asks him if they could play with his hair because it looked really fluffy, hugs him out of the blue just because they wanted and gives him surprise kisses on his cheeks xD
--You are so darling, thank you!! I absolutely loved this suggestion, and I’m sorry it’s taken so long, but here’s my take on the scenario. I hope you enjoy! 💜💕
You x Hoseok“Unmanageable”
You were Hoseok’s best friend. This was absolutely undeniable. What you didn’t know was that you were also the girl of his dreams. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly when he’d developed the crush; all he knew was that it was now all-consuming---and his greatest secret. No matter how much it was killing him, he would never dare risk losing you by admitting to his crush. You slammed the door to Hoseok’s room open with a groan. “This internship,” you say, flopping across his bed, “Is going to kill me.” Grinning automatically at your presence, he swivels his chair around to look at you. “Really?” “Ye-ess,” you whine, reaching for the stuffed elephant you’d won him out of a claw game 2 years ago and hugging it tight. “Aw.” He gets out of his chair and comes to sit next to you on the bed. “Are people being mean?” he teases. You hit him with the elephant, then twist to rest your head against his thigh, holding the stuffed animal in the air above you. “It’s just…difficult,” you say more seriously. “On top of all the actual job things I have to do, I’m also the one who’s supposed to get the coffee and tidy the office and run the errands…I’m just…tired.” He hums sympathetically, but fights the urge to comfortingly stroke the side of your face. “And I still have 3 months left,” you sigh, bringing the elephant back down to snuggle against your chest. “I don’t know if I’m going to make it.” “You can make it,” he says immediately. “I know you can. You can do anything.” Looking up at him, you feel some of your anxiety fade away. The corner of your mouth quirks up in a smile at his concerned expression. “Yeah?” His face breaks into his signature bright smile. “Absolutely.” “All right,” you concede with a heavy sigh. “I believe you.” “That was quick,” he laughs, and a strand of his curly hair falls into his face. “Are you all better now?” Grinning, you sit up, setting the elephant aside. “Almost. I think what I really need to feel completely better is…..” “Ice cream?” “Ding ding ding!” you agree. “Can you take a little break?” He pretends to think about it. “Well….since it’s a case of life and death, I think I can definitely take a little ice cream break.” You give a little cheer. “Perfect! Let’s go. Oh, wait—” Leaning forward a little, you reach up to brush the hair out of his face, settling it back in place. “Okay. Now, let’s go!” You miss the way his breath catches in his chest at your touch, bouncing off the bed in excitement. With a slightly dazed smile, he climbs off the bed and follows you.
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The two of you are sitting outside the ice cream shop, at a table under an umbrella, settled in a comfortable silence. You finish your cone while he is still working his way through the first layer of his 2 scoop bowl. “Mmmm,” you say happily. “That was perfect.” “All better now?” he asks with a fond smile. You nod, then climb to your feet. “I need to go wash my hands,” you say, holding your palms up for evidence. “Be right back!” On your way back, you pause just inside the door, your eyes finding your best friend immediately. It’s ridiculous how good he looks, just sitting under a table-umbrella eating ice cream, and, not for the first time, you find yourself surprised that he doesn’t have a girlfriend. Remembering how easily he had calmed you down earlier turns that surprise to gratitude, and you push open the door, eager to be in his warm presence again. Reaching the table, you sit on the round-bench seat next to him, a little closer than you were before. “How’s your ice cream?” He swallows and nods at the same time, the tops of his cheeks going pink at your proximity. “Really good,” he tries to say around a mouthful of ice cream. “Life-saving.” “Right,” you laugh. “I’m almost done,” he says. “What do you want to do next?” You perk up. “Do you have more time??” “Yep. I can be done for the day, actually.” The smiles blooms across his face at your little cheer. “Do you wanna go watch some of our show?” “Yes. What episode are we on?” He takes his final bite. “7? Maybe?” “No….” you disagree. “Didn’t we get to 9?” The playful disagreement lasts all the way back to his apartment and the two of you argue all the way up until the Netflix logo loads. When you discover that you’re both wrong—it was episode 8—you tuck your feet under you on the couch, one of the throw pillows resting against your side. “So we were both off,” you say with a grin. He laughs. “No, we were both wrong.” Stretching out, he readjusts the throw pillow. “Ready?” “Mmhmm.” As the opening credits are rolling, your eyes wander to the soft curls splayed across the pillow. “Your hair is so fluffy today,” you say with a small smile. “Can I play with it, please??” He goes absolutely still. “My…my hair?” “Yeah!” You don’t notice his frozen posture. “Seriously, Hobi, it is so fluffy-looking today.” He laughs, an honest but nervous sound. Clearing his throat, he manages to sound casual. “Sure. …Weirdo.” “That’s me,” you agree cheerfully and reach for a strand of his hair. The absolute static electricity he feels at your fingers in his hair is overwhelming. You comb through his curls, occasionally twisting a strand loosely around your finger while you get wrapped up in the episode. He can barely breathe, every fiber of his being humming with pure happiness at the situation. By the end of the episode, he has no idea what happened, but he knows one thing: this crush was becoming almost unmanageable.
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“So….we’re good to leave Saturday night, right?” you ask, frowning a little as you read through the booking confirmation on your laptop. “Yep.” Hoseok is at the stove, cooking his favorite rice dish for the both of you. “The others are going to meet us on Sunday, I think.” You hit confirm and sit back. “There! All done.” He’s grinning. “Perfect. I’m excited for this trip,” he says, reaching for the spices. “Me, too.” You watch him cook for a second, a fond smile on your face. “I’m really glad we get to go.” Bouncing to your feet, you cross to where he stands in the kitchen and wrap your arms around him from behind, giving him a tight hug. “Plus dinner smells amazing!” He’s frozen in place, unable to breathe because of the random hug-attack you’re currently engaged in. The blush is creeping up his neck unchecked—but so is the smile on his face. He clears his throat loudly to cover up the way his heart is pounding. “Um…t-thanks.” You give him a final squeeze and let go, moving to stand next to him in order to inhale the delicious aroma even better. “Mmm…is it almost ready??” “Yep.” His cheeks are still pink. “Maybe…5 more minutes?” “Great.” You cross to the fridge, pulling it open and scanning the contents. “We’re out of drinks,” you say, closing it again. “Sprite? Coke?” He glances over at you. “Um…do we have—?” “I’m going to run to the store real quick,” you interrupt, pulling on your jacket. “What are you craving?” “You don’t have to do that…” You shrug. “It’s no big deal. So?” He smiles at you, neglecting the food for a second. “Sprite.” “That’s what I thought,” you laugh. On your way past him to the door, you wrap your arms around him again in another quick hug. “Be right back!” You’re so focused on getting your shoes on that you miss how wide his eyes are, the way he takes an involuntary step after you, already missing your presence. When you’re gone, he takes just a second to collect himself, leaning against the counter with the goofiest grin on his face. Replaying the two hugs over and over in his mind, he almost lets the rice burn.
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“Hey.” You look up at Hoseok’s soft voice. He’s smiling at you gently, trying to pull you out of your worried tailspin. Finding your voice, you finally respond: “Hey.” “You all right?” Nodding, you look back at the security checkpoint, feeling your heart race again. Last night, you had been beyond excited about this business trip, thrilled that your boss had finally entrusted you with something so big, eager to take on the world, ready to go. Now, however, surrounded by your carry-on bag and your best friend, you feel like your legs are made of jelly. Your breath catches in your chest, and without thinking, you reach for Hoseok’s hand. His eyes widen, but he laces his fingers with yours immediately and gives your hand a little squeeze. “It’s okay,” he says calmly. “Remember how excited you were last night?” “That was last night,” you correct nervously, your gaze still stuck on the line in front of you. “Now...” “Hey,” he says again, shaking your connected hands a little to catch your attention. When you look up at him, he smiles again. “You’re going to be incredible. It’s going to be such a fun trip. Your boss trusts you, remember? He knows you’re going to knock this out of the park. You can do this.” It works. His reassuring words zip through you, warming you from head to toe, and for the first time that morning, you feel the anxiety dissipate. “Can I?” “Of course.” He squeezes your hand again. You smile, take a deep breath, and look back at the security checkpoint; the line has dwindled to almost no one: it was now or never. “You’ll text me?” you ask, turning to him. “Every day?” “Everyday,” he agrees. “And you’ll answer any time I call?” you ask more playfully. “Mm,” he pretends to think. “Most of the time.” He grins at your faux-outraged expression. “Of course, I’ll answer any time you call.” He grows more serious. “I’m going to miss you.” Feeling another burst of anxiety, you reach for him, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding on tight. “I’m going to miss you, too,” you agree. “So much.” His heart is racing, but he holds onto you with steady hands. “It’s just a week,” he says lightly, but he’s unsure whether he’s trying to reassure you or himself. “Right.” You let go, pulling back and straightening your shoulders. “Okay. Here I go.” He grins. “You’ve got this.” And with his support, you almost believe it. Acting on pure impulse, you lean up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. “Goodbye, Hobi,” you say, lingering for just a moment. “I’ll see you in a week!” And then you step back, using the band-aid approach to tear yourself away from him, hurrying to security before you can overthink it. He stays behind, his face bright red, already longing for you again. As he watches you move through security, something changes in him. “A week,” he repeats to himself, feeling his skin burn where you kissed him. “Just one week.”
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The first thing you do when you get back is text Hoseok. The second is call for a cab. On your way to your apartment, you hear from him: You’re home! I’m coming over. Ok? You grin as soon as you read the message, unable to deny the happiness that floods you entire body at the thought of seeing him again. YES. I’ll be home in 10. His answer comes quickly: I’ll be there in 15. True to his word, when you get home, you only have enough time to empty your suitcase straight into the washer, brush your teeth, and change into non-airplane-smelling clothes, before you hear him ring the doorbell. You grab the little souvenir you’d gotten for him while you were away, and hurry to the door. You throw it open excitedly. “Hobiii!” He’s already smiling. “Hey there,” he says. “I’m so glad you’re back.” “Me, too!” But your eyes were drifting to what he held in his hands. Unable to hide your surprise, you look back up at him, confusion coloring your expression. He’s still smiling, though now it’s slightly uneasy. Clearing his throat, you finally see the blush color the top of his cheeks as he readjusts his grip on the massive bouquet of flowers. “I’ve missed you a lot,” he says nervously. “And....I think we need to talk. I have some things to tell you.”
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I believe in you || Theo Raeken
Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader
Word count: 3,193
Summary: Theo Raeken has always been known as the Bad Guy, the Villain of the story. When he came back from Hell, no one believed he'd learned his lesson. But that's until a sweet petite girl shows up, offering her help. Takes place at 6x12
{A/N}: I was never good at writing summaries. My very first story inserting the Reader! I know how much sometimes it means to read a preference (or a Fanfiction, or an Imagine, or a One-shot), a story with a {Y/N}; how much it can help. It's even better to read it about you and your heroes. To have an opportunity to imagine something you wish was true.
So being a fangirl and some-kind-of-writer, I wrote a few parts series about one of my favorite characters. English isn't my native language, I'm so sorry for the mistakes.
Much much love and happy reading!
It was one of those cold nights that Theo had to spend in his car. After he had come back from Hell, he became homeless. His “family” kicked him out, probably because they were still afraid of him; after all, he had tortured them, manipulated them, and used them. And Theo didn’t even blame them, heck he totally understood these people. He was cruel and ruthless, and selfish back then, no wonder why he didn’t have friends either to ask for help. No one wanted to help him, he was known as the Bad Guy, and one of the hardest things in life is to get rid of the reputation you’ve made over the years, months, or even weeks. After all, it only takes seven seconds to make your first impression and weeks to try to change it into something better.
No one believed that he’d changed and was no longer the same guy who only wanted power. Being in Hell made its point that the power isn’t everything. Cruelty doesn’t make you powerful, but it makes you feared. And as much as Theo had tried to make them believe he’d changed, it had always been pointless, because no one had listened. And he thought he deserved it, every second he spent on Earth after he’d returned from Hell, Theo believed he merited it. He considered himself that he didn’t deserve forgiveness, that forgiveness had to be earned and that that it would be earned, at first he needed to be given a chance to finally prove that there is some good left in him. But no one had given a try. Why should they anyway? After everything he’d done, after all that pain he’d caused, bad things he’d done, why should they spare him? Not for nothing they say karma is a bitch.
Theo parked his car near the abandoned building, away from the city center, hoping that at least here he would get some rest without any interrupting from the police and he could finally fall asleep in peace. He wrapped the blanket around himself and lay on his back, placing one arm under his head, and another on his abdomen. The young male lifted his eyes and looked at the night sky view through the window of the car. It was probably the only positive thing about sleeping in the truck. The sky was always beautiful, cloudy or not, it was one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen, and he wouldn’t have seen it if he was in the house, on the comfortable bed, sleeping under the roof.
But mostly he liked to stare at the stars, these shiny small dots in the sky which showed you the path you should go. He listened to, with the help of the wind rustling tree leaves; from time to time his ears caught the sounds of a passing car across the street or the fading footsteps of a simple human. He always gazed at the Moon, his hazel eyes scanning over it all, remembering the story about how the sun loved the Moon so much he died every night to let her breathe. Theo never stopped looking, dreaming or thinking about it, he just always waited until his eyes felt heavy and sleep took over his body, sinking into the deep Kingdom of sleep.
He closed his eyes, just wanting to rest for a little while before one of the deputies shows up again and tells him to leave. But just as he’d closed his hazel eyes, a soft knocking on the window could be heard.
A deep sigh left his mouth. He just wanted to get some sleep, was it too much to ask?
The light brown-haired male frowned and began to say something, but when he saw that the person outside the window wasn’t someone he’d expected to see standing there, he quickly shut his mouth. Theo widened his eyes and slowly sat up when he saw a girl, standing in front of him with a sincere and friendly smile on her face.
It was {Y/N}, {Y/N} McCall, Scott’s little sister. Her hair was braided into a messy thick braid with a few strands falling on her face. Her eyes were big and full of empathy and gentleness. Her cheeks were pink and a little bit puffy from the coldness. She wore a white long-sleeved shirt with black small elephants all over the soft material. While her black jeans matched her white converse shoes. {Y/N} was a very beautiful, petite girl, who sparkled with her innocence and kindness.
Theo didn’t know her very well though. He didn't get a chance to get to know her better. Sure, he's met her in person before and all, they've even exchanged a few words between each other, but that's it, nothing more, nothing less. He remembered the day he met her, the early Saturday morning when he accidentally spilled his coffee all over her t-shirt, ruining it at the process. It wasn't like it had never happened before, because it sure had, many times before, because let's be clear, he was never an early morning person, so anyway, he'd been expecting some yelling, snapping and harsh words flying everywhere (that was what he'd always received after) but instead of it he got a soft "it's okay" from her.
After that, they’d become friends, sort of. When Scott had found out about Theo being friends with his little sister, he strictly forbade her from seeing him, but {Y/N} didn’t take it very well. She was hurt knowing that Scott didn’t support her friendship with Theo, and she was even more hurt when her mum, Melissa, had taken her brother’s side, agreeing with him that it was for the best if Theo weren’t in her life. The Chimera hadn’t been very surprised by such a behavior. No, he‘d even understood why Scott was doing so and why Melissa was agreeing with him and not {Y/N}. {Y/N} had a very soft heart, she was naïve. And that was why Theo had chosen to back away. He was starting to care for her and caring for her meant danger. She would’ve been in danger if he’d stayed in her life. He didn’t want that, Scott and his mum were right, it was for the best.
“{Y/N}?“ Theo asked, sitting up, his voice full of surprise. “What are you doing here?”
“I went grocery shopping.” The girl answered quickly, gripping her jeans as he frowned a little bit, clearly knowing she was lying. He didn’t even need to listen to her heartbeat to tell she’d lied, her eyes said everything that was needed. And besides all the stores were closed at this hour. “What are you doing here?”
“Admiring the sky.” The Chimera simply pointed out and got out of the car, a small frown still on his face. She took a small step back, giving him some space and tilting her head that she could look into his eyes. “Why are you really here? And don’t lie.” He asked, looking straight into her eyes and listening to how quickly her heart was beating. She was nervous and... Did he smell concern?
“I...” {Y/N} stopped briefly, thinking if she should say the real reason why she was here. The young girl shyly tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as a small blush appeared on her now gentle pink cheeks. “I-I’m here for you.” She stuttered.
“You don’t have to sleep in the car every night.” She looked down at the ground, finding her shoes very interesting now. “It’s not safe.”
The male’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t need your pity.” He bickered, his voice coming out a bit harsher than he wanted to. The girl’s eyes widened and she looked up at him.
“It’s not pity.” She shook her head. “I just think you don’t deserve it.” The girl said and after a brief moment of silent, she added. “No one does.”
“I do,” Theo said and dropped his gaze, no longer wanting to look into her eyes. “I killed my own sister, {Y/N}, your brother. I had done horrible things to people, to your friends. How come I don’t deserve so?” She cringed a little when he mentioned Scott. She remembered that night, remembered how her mum was trying to save him, how tears streamed down her face, she remembered the indescribable fear she felt for her big brother. But she shook off the bad memory; she wasn’t there to remind him of his horrible decisions and mistakes he’d made. No. She was there to help him, not judge him.
{Y/N} focused on his guilty eyes that wouldn’t meet hers.
“You were literally dragged to Hell. That was your punishment. People change, Theo.” She said softly, staring into his eyes when he’d finally looked at her. “You’ve changed.”
“Not everyone would agree with you on this one, Peaches.” He told her, using her nickname. The girl frowned her eyebrows a little as her lower lip protruded in a small, imperceptible pout. He always called her that, it was a nickname made by him for only her. From the very first day he met her, as he saw these pink soft cheeks of hers, which painted, even more, pinker as she blushed, the nickname Peaches had stuck ever since then.
“Who cares what others think?” She asked, deciding to ignore the nickname.
Theo had always admired how she’s always tried to see the good in people, even in those who have made bad decisions in their life. Just like him. She always wanted to give them a change, saying if people would try to be kinder to one another, try to understand each other a little bit more often; the world would be a better place. Perhaps it would, after all, we’ve created the world we are now living in ourselves, but in the same way, we can make it better. We are the blacksmith of our lives. We made it this way, but we can also try to make it better.
The girl sighed. “I didn’t come here to judge you, Theo. I came here because I want to help you.” She told him softly and took a step closer to him.
“You could spend a few nights or as much as you need at my house, you know until you get back on your feet. I would talk to my mum and Scott; you wouldn’t have to worry about them.” Theo felt a warm feeling spread across his chest as she continued talking. The thought of her caring for him warmed his heart. “It’s not safe to be here, especially at night time. Anything could happen.”
“I’m a Chimera, {Y/N}. I can defend myself perfectly fine." Theo reminded her, closing his eyes for a brief moment before opening them, his now glowing golden eyes staring directly at her. But when he flicked his wrist and his sharp claws sprouted out, the girl flinched and without realizing it she took a small step back.
Theo froze as he noticed her flinching. He quickly shifted his eyes back to normal and retracted his claws, not wanting to scare her more, it was the last thing he wanted to do. God, how could he be so stupid? He looked at her, wanting to see her eyes, but she was staring at the ground as if she were embarrassed about what has just happened.
“See what I’m talking about?” After some time of silence, he spoke gentle, causing her to lift up her head and look at him with sad eyes. “How can people trust me, if they‘re afraid?”
“Theo, I’m not–“ but he cut her off.
“You should go. It’s late. Scott and your mum are probably worrying that you’re not home.” He said calmly. “And believe me when I say none of them will be happy if they find out you’re with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere without you. And if necessary, I’ll stay here all night."
He was fascinated by her stubbornness and determination. He loved to see that spark that lighted her eyes when she defended something that she thought was right. But right now it wasn’t one of those moments. Yes, she was very kind by offering him to stay at her house and help him get back on his feet again, but he also knew that even if she did talk to her brother and mum, they still wouldn’t change their mind. {Y/N} would just get in trouble because of him. Scott would probably get mad at her and Melissa wouldn’t be very pleased too. He knew how much her family meant to her, and he would never try to stand between her family and her. He just couldn’t hurt her that much.
So he looked into her eyes for the last time, giving her that "go home" look, and got into the driver's seat, leaving her standing there alone, lost in her own thoughts.
A soft shaky sigh left {Y/N}’s mouth as she shivered. It was late and they both were tired, but the girl wasn’t going anywhere. She didn’t come here just to have a pep talk with him and go home. No, and if she needed to prove to him that she wasn’t pitying him, fine, she’d do it, she’d stay here all night if necessary. She cared for him, deeply.
When she looked at Theo, his eyes were closed, but she knew he wasn’t sleeping. The girl frowned slightly. Maybe the feelings were one-sided? Maybe he really didn’t change and Scott and Melissa were right? Maybe some people don’t change, that they’re just overwhelmed with anger and can feel only contempt for others human beings..? But she refused to think that way. She just couldn’t. If it’s not her who will see the good in others, then who will?
She slowly sat down on the cold ground and leaned against the door of the truck. She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, trying to warm up. The night was pretty cold and she began to regret she hadn’t taken a jacket with herself. She just didn’t think she would need to spend the night outside. The girl put her head on her knees and closed her eyes, listening to the loud silence.
After some time Theo opened his eyes and sighed. {Y/N} was still here and she really was not going to go anywhere without him. He could clearly and loudly hear how rapidly her heart was beating from the cold. He heard her teeth chattering, her hard breathing, and how she moved from time to time, trying to warm herself up at least a little bit. He couldn’t continue listening to it as if it was nothing, he couldn’t ignore it anymore. It was like being tortured, worse. Theo cared for her and listening to her shaking from the cold hurt him. And if she gets sick, it will be his entire fault.
The Chimera looked at the car’s mirror and only then he understood that she really was going to keep her word and won’t go anywhere. She just sat there, curled up in a ball on attempt to keep herself warm, and probably thinking how much of an idiot he was now being.
Theo frowned when he got out of the car and the chilly wind met his face. The night was cool, the wind blew gentle but chilly breezes as the small dots were brightly shining in the sky. He turned his head to the left, his gaze softening at the sight in front of him.
“{Y/N}?” He whispered but didn’t get any response. Could she have fallen asleep in this chilly weather? Theo knelt down in front of her trembling body and carefully put his large hand on her knee, giving it a firm but gently shake. “Peaches, wake up.”
“Theo?” {Y/N} blinked. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at the kneeling Chimera in front of her.
“Come on, let’s go to the car.” He told her gently. “You’re shaking.”
“You care.” The girl smiled softly and slowly stood up. His arms were gently placed on her torso, holding her balance, while her palms rested on his broad shoulders and her cheek was pressed to his firm chest. Theo was warm and she needed someone to hold her. She felt happy. Never in her life has she felt this safe as she felt now being held in his arms. He was giving her everything a woman would ever want from her man. Protection. Love. Warmth.
She didn’t know when it happened. She didn’t know when she started to have those feelings for him. Maybe it was when she saw him for the very first time or maybe when he saved Liam, but from that exact moment, she knew he’d changed. The old Theo would have never done that. From that moment, she knew he was trying to fix things up; he was trying to be better and maybe just then she realized she felt something more than friendly feelings toward him. She didn’t know, but what she did know was that, that at this exact moment she just wanted to feel his lips on hers.
Everything was perfect. The stars, the Moon, even that chilly wind wasn’t that chilly anymore. When their eyes met, it seemed like everything froze. She slowly shut her eyes, tilting up her head a little and when their lips were just inches apart, Theo opened his eyes and pulled away.
He pulled away… he rejected her.
But as soon as she wanted to step away from him, Theo growled and only then {Y/N} saw that they weren’t alone. Several men, hunters, stood before them, surrounding them and pointing their guns directly at her and Theo. Theo’s eyes flashed gold as he gently pushed the petite girl behind him, standing in front of her as if he was her shield. He could hear how quickly her heart was beating, telling him she was scared. And he was too; the thought of her being hurt frightened him.
And then they fired.
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On my website I am copying and pasting from there to here to tell you what's been happening with me for the few weeks I haven't been active:Sorry it’s been a while since I last posted anything but let’s just say its been quite an ordeal for us Marchbank’s. Some friends and family know about it and the year we have had hasn’t been easy for any of us. I have been effected by it like we all have since anyone that we know that has heard about it. I have a hole in my heart from losing my grandpa a while ago now but still recent and raw for all of us.
I have been crying on and off now but since it happened everyday including the lead up to Saturday because it happened on Saturday sometime in January I have been messed up ever since even as messed to go to a psychologist it is helping but I have yet to heal i might have more to struggle with in life that’s coming for me I have my dance work starting up again soon.
I might get more effected then by it but also have to keep dancing without having a grandpa to turn to tell him I am still dancing it will be the hardest time but somehow I want to convey the pain and hurt I’m feeling into the work I am working on also someone else wants to work with me and we are building something together something to do with TRUST which I am really looking forward to. I also have had my birthday and now I am 27 years old now and that's another sad moment in time because I didn't get a hug and a present from him and he won't be around to do so in the years to come in life we had to bury his ashes net to his wife my grandma Gwendolyn "Benny" Frearson now they can soar together today another week starts Monday.
Today I have done my morning routine that should include a workout which I did at home because let's just say my chocolate/ screaming for any food at all stage of being a girl "oh the joy" housework and hanging out with my family and looking after mum lazing around the house and cooking tuna patties with mum then went home to lash out on food I was screaming for because I hadn't had any food since lunch had a nap then had a lot more food including dinner had Indian didn't really like the chickpeas at all so all i had was chicken and nutrigrain bar watching ANT Farm oh yeah I have a new obsession "new artist" but this one is actress/singer China Anne McClain she has acted in a number of movies
Tv Shows:
ANT Farm which I am still re watching,
Descendants: Wicked World
JONAS
Tyler Perry House of Payne,
Sing Your Face Off
Paynes
Veggie tales
K-Love Superstars
Black Lightning which I am currently still re-watchingI have been listening on repeat and watching on repeat every Disney Tv show on Disney + and soundtrack she is featured in. I have been learning and mastering Young Guns for singing lesson including the rap from The Messenger but I'm convinced its Gabriel McClain her brother rapping in the song. Another highlight popped in my mail just now that me and Talitha someone I met while working together in our first Dance Film Workshop we clicked right away and knew that we are the friends that we are now our own family she invited me to a open rehearsal at the beach a while ago Annette came with me and now wanting to work together it's meant to be so I really hope we get it i would be like jumping up and down inside out when we both find out.
The time now is 5:39 and just having my dried out grapes for afternoon tea now and when it's 6pm dinner time until 6:50 I'm going to have the rest of my dried out fruit, spinach and an apple not a solid meal but it might knock my weight down let's see mum told me in her serious tone about how worried she is about my weight and how I was at risk of diabetes a long time ago with my hyperthyroid problem and will have to inject myself into oblivion in the present day to manage everything along with the life stresses along with my loss of my grandfather is weighing down on me mentally, emotionally and physically which has my weight gone flying up again I'm not this person.
I'm the kind of person who would have a say and say NO and be good like how I used to be fit and vigour and ready for anything not the girl who is down and depressed with the loss of her grandfather I guess I will just have to sit with it until I get there in the end and be that person again and I will forget that girl ever existed throw her to the sharks but for now just enjoying and basking in the limelight of life waiting for a job to come along because Mum and I are applying and finding more work for me to keep me busier in the days of the weeks so my life is more balanced to not rely on people to hangout with me everyday which I am still doing now until then.
So I had my dinner apple and microwaved spinach then went to dance Alice picked me up I had fun she then took me home after car partying to Descendants 2 soundtrack CD I got for my birthday came home and drank water until 9:45 now watching ANT Farm thinking of going to bed now thoughI might as well do that now because I am yawning next week I will update next Monday for my readers. Yesterday I had a day to myself i have been through my period so to start off the day was shower, morning workout, grocery shop afternoon sleep to guided nap meditation on Spotify then after singing lesson at mine because Z has lost her voice from pushing too hard at her gig on Tuesday night and has 2 gigs this weekend.
So the next best thing for me to do which was chat to her for like a 2 message chat with her around 5:40pm which was fun watched Maleficent but thought I was watching the second one which I haven't watched in a while since I came back from a holiday with the family which I will do on Thursday night and I had my singing practice and loz parties which are always fun had cheese n mac for dinner dare iced mocha, bread as my ANT Farm viewings and chips/ smoothie for my movie watching snacks which was enjoyable when it was time I went to bed and woke up to Thursday which is today.
started today with shower, smoothie to kickstart my tastebuds and breakfast then by 9am had Zumba which was fun then Annette came to pick me up to have some fun with me which we did we drove home together got changed and caught the bus to Chamberlain coffee shop because I might be working there if i get the job that is mum is finding work for me now I have been home quite a bit we finally got onto Bernie and I am working with her during the month of April which is exciting so need the rest before working long hours plus
Talitha who I met when Bernie and I joined Dance Film Workshop were hoping to work together around that time also and we are working with the idea of Trust and we have some footage to work off together which we are excited to get going so things are turning the right direction for me in that front did some last minute shopping and now home to recover had my afternoon nap that wasn't long at all because mum and I have some errands to do together and an afternoon tea together with Susan who is going back home so mum will find out the details for that until I can re-cooperate until then
So i went to Susan's and had a bit of cake and some water and talk and hangout with Anna and watched the football and mum had to go out tonight so we left at 5pm and now the time is 6:18 just showered washed my hair and everything else what stays in the shower stays in the shower now about to unwind and have a lozza party once again
Gem and I finally agreed on going to Dawesville tomorrow night and coming back on Saturday so I can still have my parties so its a win win situation for both of us were both really looking forward to hanging out with each other again she told me herself my phone is playing with me it keeps turning on and off again and it wont let me go on it in bed like I usually do i know that will keep dad happy because I'm not really supposed to have screen time then
I want to go to Alvin to get it fixed with Phoebe so i can keep using my phone because I don't just use it for entertainment I also need it for its own functions to call my family ever night and morning to help me to start and end day I am charging my phone to hope for it to work again ore night so far not success but I will keep my eye out through the night and morning until i call my parents again but enjoying my Disney + party. I will go to bed soon though
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