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Chapter 2: She's a Sweet Girl

“Morning, Lottie.” V yawns, patting Charlotte’s ass as she slides past her to pour a cup of coffee. “You’re up early, Alan got you on the morning shift today?”

Charlotte shakes her head, checking the time and grabbing the oven mitts from the drawer. V pushes herself up onto the counter as she watches her cousin take a tray full of brownies out of the oven, cringing when the door creaks then slams shut. “Nope, I don’t work today. But I’ve got some errands I wanna run.”

“Like what?”

“Like, take some brownies to the Gallagher kids cause my introduction to them was pretty shitty. Hopefully have some left over to give Mandy so I can apologize again for going on a date with her boyfriend-”

“Absolutely not.” Veronica jumps down from the counter to grip her cousin’s shoulders. “The Gallagher kids are fine, as long as you’re not talking about Lip. And you’re not going to give apology brownies Mandy Milkovich so she can knock them out of your hands and kick your ass for fuckin’ with Lip. Which I warned you not to do, by the way. Move.”

Charlotte shuffles out of the way, so Veronica can get two plates and place two of the brownies out for them. “I thought you were just being a protective big cousin.” she pouts.

“Oh, baby girl, I was. But there’s plenty of nice guys for you to date. Just…not on the southside. Maybe wait for when me and Fi take you to the club at the end of the week. The guys out there will eat you up. And they won’t be some broke ass fuck boy who’s got at least thirty pregnancy scares under his belt with two girlfriends. For now, promise me that you won’t go to Mandy Milkovich’s house, because that bitch is crazy, and I don’t wanna have to go to jail.”

Charlotte nods quietly, popping a piece of brownie into her mouth and offering her cousin a small smile when she kisses her cheek.

At the time Charlotte had thought she’d been telling Veronica the truth. She’d been keeping up her other promise and hadn’t spoken to Lip since that night. Not that he’d been trying that hard to get her attention. It had been about a week since the night of their not date and the most he’d done when they ran into each other was stare at her and then nod in acknowledgement. To which Charlotte would whip her head in the opposite direction and ignore her irritation at the chuckle he always gives.

She wanted to give him a piece of her mind. Tell him he’s not that great and that she thinks it's crappy what he did. Mandy had looked so sad. Very angry. But still…sad. But for some stupid reason, for the like, two seconds she let her eyes lock on his intense blue ones, she felt her heart race. So, when she sees him leaving the house at the same time as her, she ducks back in so she won’t run into him. When he and his siblings are playing around outside, she stays away from the window. And for the four times a week he’d stop at her job just to sit at a table and smirk at her while having a drink, talking to all of the girls but her, she shook her head and ignored him, paying extra attention to the customers on the opposite side of the room.

But still. She thought about that kiss. A lot. As short as it was, he’d made it count. Held her close, bit her lip, controlled her jaw. Of course he’s a jerk. Nice guys don’t kiss like that.

Charlotte felt guilty.

And that’s how she ended up in the Gallagher’s living room with Debbie, carrying their share of the brownies and looking over her shoulder nervously. “Are you sure your brother’s not here?”

“No, Lip left an hour ago. Probably won’t be back until tonight.” The redhead shrugs, shoving a couple brownies into her backpack. She looks at Charlotte, tilting her head. “Are you sleeping with Lip?”

“What? No.” Charlotte gasps at the little girl.

“Oh. But you want to?”

“No, Debbie-”

“I think he thinks you’re pretty.” the little girl continues. “The other day, he was supposed to be helping me put up the Christmas decorations, and you left your window open. Do you see any Christmas decorations up?”

Charlotte feels her cheeks heat, offering the little girl a small smile. “Honey, that doesn’t mean anything, he might’ve just gotten busy.”

“Lip never offers to help put up decorations. Ian always does it with me.”

The older girl tries to shake off any flattery she feels and runs a hand through her hair. “Well, maybe he’s feeling in the spirit this year. But, hey, Debbie, do you happen to know where Mandy lives? This other batch of brownies is for her.”

“What?” Debbie’s eyes widen. “You can’t go there. Mandy’s gonna kill you. Then you can’t teach me how to make these brownies.” she whines.

“She’s not gonna kill me, Debbie. At the end of the day, Mandy is a woman, I’m a woman, and we girls have a code.”

“A code?”

“Yeah,” Charlotte smiles, tightening her jacket. “Girl code has rules about things like this, and guys like your brother. He’s Mandy’s and I respect that. And she’ll respect me for respecting that. And issues of loyalty should be taken up with Phillip.”

“Phillip?” Debbie shakes her head, putting on her jacket. “Right. Well, she lives on South Trumble Ave. good luck, I hope she doesn’t kill you, I think you’re nice.”

Charlotte doesn’t know what she was expecting the house to look like. The gate didn’t look that different from the one at the Gallagher’s. But there was broken glass, abandoned beer cans and glass scattered in the front lawn. She stepped over everything she passed as she went up the walkway, knocking on the door.

“Who the fuck is it?!” A deep voice calls from inside.

Charlotte jumps, slightly, taking a deep breath before calling back, “Um…I’m Charlotte. Charlotte Fisher.”

“You a cop?” the voice growls.

“No…?”

The door clicks open, and an older man with a dirty wife beater and boxers opens it, beer in hand. “You here for one of my boys? Mickey?”

“Uh-”

“You pregnant?”

She gasps, looking down at her stomach before back at the man. “No! I’m…I’m here to see Mandy.”

“Hm. Fine.” He grunts, unlocking the screen door before retreating back into the house. Charlotte assumes she’s granted permission to enter, and wanders inside. “Mandy, you’ve got company, I’m headed out!”

“I’m fuckin’ coming!” Mandy calls from somewhere else in the house.

Charlotte scoots out of the way as the older man shoves past her out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Straightening, she grips the brownie tray firmly, awaiting Mandy’s entrance.

“Hey, I didn’t think you were gonna come by today-” Mandy smirks as she emerges from her room, her smile falling as soon as she sees Charlotte. “Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me. What the hell are you doing here bitch?”

“Oh-kay, you’re still upset, you have every right to be, but don’t you think the person you should be mad at is Phillip?”

“Phillip?” the girl hisses.

“What is Lip here?” another voice calls. Ian stumbles out of another room, another guy, pale with dark hair following behind him. “Oh, Charlotte, no.”

“Charlotte, huh?” the pale guy asks, lighting a cigarette. “I don’t know Mandy, she doesn’t look like a boyfriend stealin’ skank bitch. She brought brownies.”

Charlotte’s brows furrow. “Are you telling people that?”

“It’s what you are.” Mandy crosses her arms. Ian quietly stands between the two girls, whispering under his breath to a very agitated Mandy. The pale guy steps around to grab a brownie, taking a sniff before biting it.

“S’good. You look a little clean for that prick, Lip. You rebellin’ or something?”

Charlotte shifts on her feet, holding out her hand for him to shake, “Um, no, I’m Charlotte Fisher by the way. And I’m not a boyfriend stealing-”

“Skank bitch.” the guy finishes, clasping her hand and shaking it roughly.

“And I don’t…don’t want anything to do with Phillip Gallagher.”

“You better not, bitch.” Mandy calls over Ian’s shoulder before whipping around and stalking back into the room, slamming the door behind her.

“Yeah, I don’t love the name calling, but tell her these brownies are for her…?”

“Mickey.”

“Okay. Mickey, nice to meet you. Have as much as you like.” Charlotte zips her jacket and starts heading out of the door.

Mickey nudges Ian and murmurs quietly, “Your brother really fucking that?”

Ian smiles, pressing a kiss into Mickey’s cheek as he pulls on his own jacket to follow the girl out. “Not yet, why, you want a crack at it?”

“Nah, too sweet for me, give me a toothache. I like my bitches tough like you, Army.”

“Yeah okay, I’ll be back later.”

“Charlotte! Charlotte, hey!” Ian calls, chasing the girl up the street. He catches up pretty easily, she’s short and clearly wanders like she doesn’t know where she’s going, leaving her primed for any of the sick fucks out here. V and Fiona would kill him if he let her walk around in this skimpy skirt looking doe eyed and lost. “What’re you up to? Headed home?”

“Oh, hi Ian! I don’t know, guess I’m trying to find somewhere to hang out. V’s busy filming and I really don’t wanna spend the afternoon oiling her down and have weird guys on the internet ask me to bend over for an extra fifty. I don’t work today, and I’m bored. Guess I was kinda hopin’ if I apologized to Mandy again she’d forgive me and wanna be friends.”

“Oh, uh,” Ian sucks in air between his teeth. He feels bad for the girl, her big brown wide eyes screamed innocence, and girl power and whatever the fuck else bullshit that Fiona tries to teach Debbie. And Mandy is his best friend, and Charlotte had read her right, if it had been anyone else, anyone but Lip, Mandy would’ve taken the girl under her wing. Mandy liked sweet things. But she loves Lip. “We could hang out, if you wanted. Watch a movie or something?”

“Phillip won’t be home?”

“No, no he won’t.”

“Is this the only type of movie you have?” Charlotte squeaks with her face tucked into Ian’s shoulder.

“Pretty much, bad part’s almost over, but you’re missin’ most of it.” the redhead chuckles, watching as the murderous man in the creepy mask chases his victim through an alleyway.

“Next time, I’ll bring you somethin’ else. Jesus, Debbie, Carl and Liam watch this?” She huffs, gripping at his shirt. Liam just snorts, mumbling to her it’s safe to look and cackling loudly when she realized he was lying when she saw guts and blood spattered on the pavement. “Okay. That’s it.” Charlotte snatches the remote and pauses the movie. “Let’s talk.”

“About what?”

“Um,” the girl smiles, pushing her hair over her shoulder. “Your boyfriend’s cute. Mickey.”

Ian’s eyes widen as he whips his head to the door of his room, making sure nobody comes in. “H-how’d you know that he was…”

“The way you look at him. The way he looks at you. All of the above.” she chirps, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

“What like we wanna fuck each other? It’s obvious?” he chuckles.

Charlotte smiles at him, letting her head rest back on the wall. “A little. But I was talking about how you really look at each other. Like, I can tell you guys really have something good.”

“Yeah?” Ian grins back, chuckling quietly when she nods, poking his side. “What about you? You have somethin’ good going on? Don’t tell me my shithead brother was your first kiss or somethin’.”

“No,” she hums, pulling her phone out and scrolling through a bunch a pictures, mostly of her and V to find a picture of her and some guy. “My ex boyfriend, Tyler. Broke up a while ago, but we’re still friends. Nice guy.”

“Oh, yeah? Why’d you break up?”

“His parents wanted him to go away to school, learn the business and stuff, thought I was a distraction. He wanted to get a job and get married.” Charlotte toys with the fabric at the bottom of her shirt. “I agreed with his parents.”

Ian nods quietly, “Nice of you to think of his future.”

“Good thing I did too. He found out that he was gay. And now we’re best friends, we talk every day.” she smiles down at the picture on her phone before shoving it back into her pocket.

“Oh, well, is your best friend gonna be worried about me takin’ his spot or somethin’?” he teases, nudging her.

“He’s not the jealous type. Why do you wanna be my friend, Ian Gallagher?” Charlotte cheeses, leaning over him with bright eyes, giggling when he offers her a bright smile back.

“Yeah. Why not?”

“Why not?”

“Why not what?” Both Ian and Charlotte’s eyes both shoot over to the doorway where Lip stands, tossing a bag on the floor crossing his arms. “Barkin’ up the wrong tree, sweetheart.”

Charlotte huffs, sitting back on the bed and looking away from Lip, placing a hair tie in her mouth and gathering her hair up to make a ponytail.

“I came up here to let you know the kids are home. It’s your night to figure out dinner.” Lip continues as Charlotte hops up, hair bouncing in his face as she scoots past him without so much as a glance. “Where’re you goin’?”

He’s met with silence and sends Ian a look. Ian sighs, rolling his eyes before calling out, “Hey, Lottie, where are you headed?”

“Downstairs, promised Debbie I’d teach her how to bake brownies.” her sweet voice carries into the room. Lip scoffs and smooths a hand down his face.

“Lottie? What the fuck?”

“What?” Ian shrugs, tugging on his shoes, ignoring his brother’s glare. “She knows I’m gay.”

“And what? So you guys are just friends now?”

“Yeah pretty much.” the redhead shrugs again.

“Um, yeah, you get what she’s trying to do here, don’t you?” Lip shakes his head, snagging a cigarette from behind his ear and lighting it. “Hanging out here all day, baking brownies with Debbie. She’s trying to get my attention.”

“Well, it’s worked hasn’t it? You make us sleep with the blinds open so you can make sure she gets in every night after work. Go to her job almost every time she works-”

“Fuck you, what’re you her brother now?” Lip sniffs, leaning against the desk. “She ask about me?”

“Just to make sure you weren’t home.” Ian sighs, putting on his jacket. “Why don’t you let this one go, alright? Mandy’s still pissed and she’s actually sweet. Just uh, get your dick wet with someone else, alright? I’m askin’.”

“Jesus, I’m not doin’ anything. I’m not trying to touch your fuckin’ pillar of purity, alright. If she’s gonna be around I just wanna be cool.”

“Yeah, okay.” the younger brother scoffs, brushing past his brother and out of the door. Lip follows his brother down the steps and then swings into the kitchen where Debbie is standing at a mixing bowl with Charlotte next to her.

“If you beat it too much it’ll get all gross and soupy, we want it to be thick-” brown eyes lock on blue before going back to the task in front of her. “And cake-y. Then we can put it in the oven. You’re doing really great, Debbie.”

“Thanks, Lottie.” Debbie smiles, scraping the spoon on the side of the bowl.

“That looks good, Deb, can’t wait to try it.” Lip says, leaning on the opposite side of the counter, eyeing the girl refusing to look at him. He let his gaze trace her features, big bright eyes, covered with long curled, dark lashes. Smooth cheeks with deep dimples, shining smile with plump, glossed lips.

“Thanks, I hope they taste like Charlotte’s.”

Lip runs a hand through his hair as his chest tightens watching the older girl sweep some of the chocolate from his sister’s cheek, looking even more intently as she presses her thumb between her lips, sucking the chocolate off. “Yeah, um, Debs, why don’t you go do your homework?”

“But I’m making brownies with Charlotte!” the girl whines, stomping her foot.

“Debbie-”

“It’s okay, Debbie, I’ll finish up and if Fiona says it’s okay, I’ll bring over one of my favorite movies and we can eat some together, alright?”

Debbie brightens at the promise immediately, quickly hugging the girl before running past to go do her work, not forgetting to flip off her brother as she goes.

“Nice, Debs.” Lip nods slowly. He turns back to Charlotte who’s dumping the brownie batter into the tray. “Hangin’ out with my family now?”

He’s met with silence for a moment, and he resigns to himself that maybe she’s serious about ignoring everyone but him. “They’re nice…and mine is busy.” Lip’s eyes widen as her voice rings out in the kitchen, her eyes still refusing to meet his as she scrapes the bowl. “You apologize to Mandy yet?”

“Yeah, if givin’ her some good head is an apology.” he jokes, sweeping some chocolate out of the bowl and popping his finger into his mouth. He’d expected her to cringe at his crass joke, wrinkle her nose or something. But she just tilts her head, resting her elbows on the counter and looking him in the eyes.

“Does she? That’s what matters.”

“Shit. That really bothered you.”

Charlotte’s look does not falter, her lips pursed. “I don’t like being part of hurting people. And I don’t like being tricked. I wanted to be friends.”

Lip takes in the girl’s face. Her pretty features are set sternly. A little line has formed between her brows. It looked like that night. “You’re not a nice guy, Phillip Gallagher.” Lip didn’t like that look. He liked the bright eyes and dimpled smile she’d given him before she’d found out about Mandy. He liked having her eyes on him.

He pushes off of the counter and makes his way around the island, backing her against the counter. He’s close, trapping her with one of his hands on each side of her, careful not to touch her. “Yeah? You wanted to be my friend?” he murmurs lowly.

“Yeah.” she speaks back softly, still not backing down, brows still furrowed.

“You don’t wanna be my friend anymore, cutie?” he asks, leaning down, pushing so close his nose is almost touching hers.

“No.” she whispers. “Not like this. Real friends. Friends, Phillip. M’not gonna help you cheat on your girlfriend. But…I liked hanging out with you. I wanna do it with Mandy’s permission.”

Lip doesn’t know what the fuck is wrong with him. Any other girl and he’d say fuck off. He’d say it wasn’t worth all of this hassle and he doesn’t care if their friends, strangers, fucking, whatever. But something in his stupid brain said he wanted to keep Charlotte around. He’d chalked it up to thinking with his dick over the last few days. He’d figured the princess had flounced her little ass under his skin and he just hadn’t gotten to fuck her out of his system. He kept thinking about her, Ian was right. Shits been on loop. The kiss. Her in that uniform. Her smile. Her eyes. Fuck. When he went back to apology fuck Mandy he’d kept his eyes shut tightly, hoping that he could imagine that it was her pinned to the bed under him but all that caused was for him to cum faster. Maybe, he needed to take her as she was willing to give…and wear her down. “You gonna stop ignorin’ me?”

“Are you gonna ask your girlfriend for permission?” She asks, planting her hands on his chest and pushing him back, huffing when he doesn’t move, only leaning more weight on her hand. “Yes?”

“Fuckin’ fine. You’re lucky you're so damn cute.” Lip rolls his eyes, grabbing the girl’s chin, tugging her closer and pressing his lips to her cheek, giving it a longer than necessary kiss and sighing when she squirms away. “What friends don’t kiss now?”

“Not until friends let their girlfriends know that they are friends.” Charlotte shrugs, beaming at him.

“What?”

The timer goes off for the brownies, filling the kitchen and the space she’s put between them. “Great, they're done. Debbie!”

#lip gallagher #ian gallagher #fiona gallagher #kevin ball #veronica fisher #lip gallagher x oc #lip gallagher x reader #shameless #debbie gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #phillip gallagher

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joesalw · 5 months

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Oh man... that dancing is truly something. Good for the choreographer and the dancers though, the check is fat and they didn't have to overexert themselves. I think that Mandy made the choreo so Taylor can keep up without seemingly struggling and look like the ecocidal billionaire princess she is. I personally don't think that she has any interest in dance. She only does it so the show doesn't look as boring. She doesn't have Adele's natural charisma to pull off a stadium show without dancing. And doesn't have the moves to do so without having pipes. This woman's just mediocre no matter who you compare her with. Olivia Rodrigo is a good lyricist too especially if we're comparing Taylor's work at Olivia's age to 'SOUR' and 'GUTS'. She's certainly a better vocalist than TS, has enough acting chops to act out a performance and is far more confident when she dances (I hadn't seen much though). She's sort of Alanis' regen. No wonder TS felt threatened when Olivia blew up. I'm curious to see if she'll turn on that Sabrina girl if she ever blows up.

I also wonder what kind of tantrum she'll throw when she loses that AOTY Grammy. Especially if she loses to Olivia. There's no shot she's winning it with THAT. I mean, even Beyonce constantly gets snubbed in that category with far better and diverse material that actually sounds like an album and not a bunch of singles thrown together. Mariah Carey doesn't have one either and Amy Winehouse's 'Back to Black' also didn't get it. I also think that '1989' Grammy wasn't deserved. Kendrick should've won. Period. And Beyonce's Renaissance lost because Grammy voters thought that 'she has too many already'. I mean, maybe I'm biased because I'm a Beyhive but the transitions that album has, the cultural impact it has, the history of the genre. I mean, who in their right mind would make a house music album in the year of 2022? Also the genre is built on using the samples. And she did it so marvellously where you couldn't really tell that it was sampled at all without REALLY listening to the original. House is also pretty much the gay music. She brought the ballroom culture back to the forefront and made it and the queer community the centre of the tour. Add the top notch vocal production that she did HERSELF on top of that and she still lost simply because the voters we're like 'nah, she's won one too many already'.

Meanwhile not one of Swift's album had made quite an impact as 'Back to Black', 'Lemonade', 'To Pimp a Butterfly', 'Renaissance', MJ's 'Bad' all of which hadn't won and Pink Floyd's 'The Dark Side of The Moon' which wasn't even nominated. All of Taylor's albums were tailored to the most popular aesthetic at the time. She didn't make shit popular, she just adapted. Especially when she made the transition into pop music. The hipster thing in 2012, the tumblr and polaroid aesthetic in 2014, cottagecore in 2020. Girl, please. The only original thing about her is her birth certificate information. Even her southern accent in her country days was fake.

I was a casual fan until this year when she chose to publicly parade and profess love to her nazi boo.

Excuse me for the long ass rant and thank you for your service x

#anti taylor swift #adele #beyonce #olivia rodrigo

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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Hiii! Ik ur not taking requests buuut I did have this kinda angsty idea I thought was worth sharing 😁, tangerine comes home to fem!readers apartment for dinner, and sees that the place was broken into and is immediately alarmed and runs around trying to find reader. Then he stumbles upon her cat (u can name it whatever) dead because it turns out the people who broke in were some of tangerines enemies and sent a message. :( anyways he finds reader scared to death hiding in a closet, and she asks him where her cat is, and now he has to break the news :(((

hii!! as a fellow cat mum, you just ripped out my heart:((( I love and hate this. im gonna say this, and im sorry in advance, but this isn’t my best work, I had too many ideas and im not entirely sure it all works. ive just been working on it for a little while so I need to post this so I can start others. im really sorry again, I feel a little embarrassed. if you’d like me to rewrite it, that’s okay too :) thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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tangerine x f reader

wc || 0.76k

warnings || death of readers cat (no details, I couldn’t bring myself to add descriptions) and no happy ending, bc im mean hehe

also I am taking requests, this is just an old ask. but there is a delay atm, sorry

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As the girlfriend of a well-known assassin, you were well aware of the likelihood of being used as bait between rivalries. You knew the cost but nothing could’ve ever prepared you for being caught in a vendetta fuelled crossfire.

You were huddled at the back of your closet hiding under piles of clothes with your face buried in your knees, mouth muffled by your hand as you waited for the final clatter of objects in the room next door. You didn’t know what they wanted and you didn’t know why. All you wanted was Tangerine.

After the long-awaited silence, copious amounts of fear settles in when you hear the front door swing open again. Blocking your ears, you cower in on yourself, trying to be as still as possible in the chance they had returned for seconds. But what you didn’t know, is that Tangerine had just made his way back to your place from the local shop.

A thick lump gets caught in his throat as his eyes bug wide, staring around at your trashed apartment. Fear engulfs him when he sees tipped sofas, broken frames and holes in walls. He bolts inside unarmed without a second thought, stumbling over destroyed objects as he searched for something he hoped wasn’t true.

Tangerine stands panicked in the centre of the room, breathing erratically as he gazes around your place.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” He mutters, frustratedly running his fingers through his hair. His eyes dart around, searching for signs of kidnapping until his gaze hones in on a still fluffy object just out of sight. He slowly makes his way over, walking lightly as not to scare the possible creature.

As he gets closer he feels his heart begin to crumble further. Whispering. “Mandy?”

He stands mere inches away as he looks upon your lifeless furry companion, avoiding glances at your cat's crippled state as he bends next to her. Silently comforting her with a delicate stroke as he sniffles. “What have they done to you?” He says, barely audible as he swallows a couple tears.

His body stiffens when he hears a rustle from your bedroom, immediately rushing up and darting into your room, heatedly kicking the door open. “Who’s there?” He shouts, fury-filled adrenaline being his only distinguishable emotion.

You hear the familiar voice of your boyfriend so you begin to slowly push the door open, looking through the gap to check you weren’t thinking wishfully. Steadily crawling out you see him.

The initial noise startles him, but when he sees you, he instantly softens. Running over, he drops to his knees before you. “Oh thank fuck,” he mumbles, instantly wrapping his arms around you, pulling you tight into him. “I thought I lost you.”

He momentarily separates to look over you, his worried eyes darting across your face as he wipes the dampness from under your eyes. “Are you hurt?” He questions, cupping your face in his hands. “You okay?” He asks again, searching your eyes as they widen with thought.

“Did Mandy get out? I-I opened the bathroom door for her— she- she was supposed to go out the window— did she? Did she get out? … Did she get out? Did she?” You repeatedly question, more and more panic fills your tone.

Pushing away his hands you rush to your feet, stumbling up as you try to get away.

“No— please,” he mumbles, gripping you to stop you from leaving. “You don’t need to go in there.”

Speaking with hurt as you immediately think the worst. “Why?” Bottom lip slowly starts to quiver.

“You don’t need to… okay?” He whispers, pulling you back to him. Embracing you tightly.

“No…” you mouth, feeling your eyes instantly well. “…no…”

His tone is filled with empathy as he cradles your head, softly smoothing over the back of it. “I’m so sorry.”

“Get off me.” You retort, pushing away as you stand to your feet. You see the pain of dismissal on his face as you reach for the door. Speaking sternly as you avoid his gaze. “Just… just leave me alone.”

There was nothing that Tangerine could say or do right now that could possibly help you, you needed time… and lots of it. You knew that it wasn’t directly his fault, but you couldn’t help but feel angry at him. You had just lost your best friend because of his enemies. Because of him.

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hii! sorryy but I won’t be doing a part 2, I left this as an ending that’s up for interpretation 💌

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#tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #tangerine bullet train #tangerine fanfiction #tangerine and lemon #tangerine imagine #bullet train tangerine #tangerine blurb #lemon and tangerine #tangerine angst #tangerine drabble #tangerine x fem!reader

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frogyjones-writes · 7 months

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Oh my goodness someone who takes Amanda requests. You’re my hero. Would you consider writing a reader who attempts to comfort and clean up Amanda after she self harms? A little of that hurt comfort “ you don’t deserve this” flavor perhaps

Ough I love this kind of angst, and you're welcome, how there isn't more Amanda x Reader content is a mystery to me.

Word count : 1,469

TW : SH / SELF HARM

Remember your health and safety comes first, don't read this if you know self harm makes you uncomfortable

You and Amanda have been together for awhile, after building a relationship up from a very... unstable foundation the two of you have made something together, something you plan to nurture and "renovate" when needed. You focus almost all of your attention on Amanda when you aren't out working or busy answering phone calls and emails. And even then you catch yourself thinking about her.

Amanda's always had a problem with self-sabotaging, bringing herself to her own downfall multiple times in her life. Nothings ever perfect, sometimes you two yell and argue at one another. Most of the time it's because Amanda can't trust the feeling of stability, thinking it'll just be another rug ripped from underneath her feet, leading her to fall into a pit of despair. You never get frustrated with her, and your patience just makes her even more frustrated. At that point you two just start to laugh about how ridiculous it all is. Pulling her close into a hug and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

" You're a bit of a drama queen sometimes you know that? " You'll say.

And she'll just push a palm to your mouth and tell you to hush, barley stifling her laugh.

You spin around in your swivel chair, checking your watch.

It reads: 8:35 pm

Were you ever going to get home?

You lean back and chew on your pen, trying to to bite down too hard after what happened last time. Your eyes flicker to the blue smudges that stain your hands even now.

Your terminal's screen has turned black from lack of use and you sigh, deciding that even if you tried to get anything else done tonight it'll probobly end up being shit. Pushing out from your office desk you stand and throw your bag over your shoulder, waving a bye to your other zombie faced coworkers who only nod in response.

You make it out to the parking lot, barley any cars were still there and you wondered why you didn't leave sooner. Shoving your way into the vehicle you really let yourself decompress, throwing your carry on off and turning on the car just to feel the cool air on your face. You pull up Amanda's contact in your phone, getting ready to call her as you turn the ignition on. You hear the dial tone ring a few times from where your phone is pressed between your cheek and shoulder.

She doesn't pick up, a bit weird considering you do this every night but who knows. She could be away from her phone, maybe taking a shower. You smile at the image that appears in your head. The voice-mail beeps.

" Uh- hey Mandy, I was stuck in the office all night today but I'm driving back now, see you soon, love you. Bye. "

You quickly hang up and focus on the road again, content knowing you'll come back home to your girlfriend's smiling face.

You try to keep your footfalls quiet as you make your way up the apartment building's creaky stairs, usually you'd never take this way because of how loud these damn steps are but the elevator is out of order again (piece of shit). Fumbling, and almost dropping your keys, you finally open the door to your shared apartment.

" Hey Manda, guess who's back! " You say, mirthfully. But there's no response in the dimly lit space.

You hang your jacket, leave your bag on the barstool and throw off your shoes in random directions. Making your way to the bedroom in the back of the apartment.

" Maybe she went to bed early? " you think, but when you open the door and see no one huddled up in bed, only clean folded white sheets, a feeling of dread crawls up your spine and buries itself in your mind.

" Amanda? " you prompt again, hoping for something to break the uncomfortable silence.

The once answer you receive is the sound of something metal rattling against the floor. Your head twists towards the sound, your eyes meeting the image of the closed bathroom door, light flickering through the gap at the bottom.

You step closer, your feet cast a shadow against the carpet.

" Amanda, sweetheart are you in there? "

You hear shifting, a sniff, and an objecting groan.

" Go away, I don't want you to see me right now. "

Her voice is hoarse, like she's been crying for hours while locked up in this bathroom. Either something scared her or... well only the worst could've happened.

" Is it bad? " you ask softly, resting your weight on your knees in front of the door.

She only whimpers in response.

" We don't have to talk about it, just let me clean you up okay? "

There's silence for a moment, then you hear her stand, watching the light from under the door become blocked out as she gets closer. The door unlocks and opens inward. She looks a mess, eyes puffy and wet, blood is trailing down her forearm to her palm, blood caked and dried under her nails.

You get back on your feet and gently guide her to sit back down on the toilet. It's awfully quiet besides her few sniffles here and there. You press a familiar kiss to her forehead before pulling away.

" I'm gonna grab the first aid kit, I'll be quick."

You quickly make your way to the kitchen and sort through the under sink cabinets, pulling out the red package and crossing the threshold back into the bathroom. Nobody ever wants to have to use one of these but this isn't the first time this has happened, early on in your relationship when you both were different people it was a lot more common. You pour out some antiseptic onto a cotton pad, turning towards Amanda again, gently taking her hand into yours.

" this is gonna sting. "

She nods instead of saying " I know. " having heard this many times before.

You press the pad against the fresh cuts, carefully wiping up the dried trails of blood, not wanting to pull at the irritated skin.

As you clean her up and bandage her arm you can't help but wonder what set her off. A nightmare, a flashback, a memory, someone on the street that looked a little too much like someone she used to know?

" It's all in the past now. " you say after finishing up the last roll of bandages. Amanda knows you don't just mean the cuts but well... everything really.

" I can't just forget about what happened, about what I did to all those people you know that. " She's speaking cooly, on the verge of spiraling into another meltdown if you don't say something else about it.

" I'm not asking you to forget, but hurting yourself won't fix anything. "

Her eyes flicker down to the floor, her eyebrows furrowed in frustration, in confusion. What is she supposed to do, with herself, with her life that will repent whatever sins she committed in her lifetime? And that list, she knows, is long.

You sigh softly, pressing the palm of your hand to her cheek, thumb stroking her gently under her eye.

" You're a different person now, don't let the you from before hurt you even after you've done so much to separate yourself from her."

She nods softly in understanding, mumbling a soft " okay. " and leaning forward, wrapping you up by your shoulders and leaning her head into the crook of your neck.

" You sound tired, let's get you to bed. "

You hoist her up, hooking your hands underneath the backs of her thighs, her legs wrapping up around your back while she's still hidden away in your shoulder. You carry her out of the bathroom and place her on your shared bed, letting her sink into the mattress.

You offer to help her into her pajamas, which she gratefully accepts. You begin to remove her clothes, pressing soft kisses to little bits of exposed skin, then placing a new article of clothing over her body. After she's ready for sleep you change out of your work clothes finally, slipping into your sleepwear and joining her in bed after brushing your teeth.

Never will you find yourself having to pay for another filling.

Slipping under the sheets you pull an already half asleep Amanda's back to your front, inhaling the soft scent of lingering shampoo in her hair.

" I love you Mandy, sleep tight"

" Love you too, sleep... " She trails off, her sentance infuriated by a quiet snoring.

You chuckle softly to yourself and shut your eyes. No matter what gets thrown at the two of you, you know you'll always be behind Amanda to catch her fall. And she, in turn, will do the same for you.

Because all you two really have is each other.

#writing requests #answers #asks #saw #saw x reader #sh #self harm #blood #slasher x reader #amanda young x reader #my fic

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aclaywrites · 4 months

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Alas, it no longer exists, but for many many years the OKC AIDS foundation held a Halloween fundraiser that was truly the event of the year. Food, drinks, decor, and the Ls Gs Bs and Ts in their very very finest costumes. I saw some truly great works over the years: a drag queen dressed as the entire film of The Wizard of Oz, in a half black and white/half color ensemble complete with a top hat that was Emerald City with the witch on her broomstick actually flying in a circle above it. Every time I passed her in the crowd I said “You’re going to win the big prize” and when she did, she came and found me and hugged me and said “You believed in me!!” I saw a bunch of lesbians dressed as the Partridge Family, and when they’d walk around the room they all held cardboard panels that came together to form the bus, and they’d wave out the windows at us. A woman with dwarfism dressed as JonBenet Ramsey in her cowgirl pageant gear. My best year, I found a set of pink silk slippers and built a 30s movie star peignoir around it— I got so many compliments from the drag gals!

When I was in high school I was known for having a girlfriend and got some shit about it sometimes. One guy used to hassle me a lot, telling me being gay was a sin and I was gross and going to hell. Like a lot of outspoken homophobes, he set off my gaydar and one day when he wouldn’t lay off I told him so. “The only people obsessed with gay people are other gay people.” He was big mad, no surprise. Then one year at the Halloween ball, I was checking my makeup in the bathroom next to this gorgeous drag queen when she suddenly stopped and turned to me. “Mandy!?! Oh god honey, you were so right!”

So you can keep your Pride parades and your music festivals, I’ll even take a pass on an Oscar party if you make sure I never miss Halloween.

#lesbian queries #lesbian query of the day #lesbian #lesbian history #herstory #gay shit #halloween #yay lesbians #partridge family #wizard of oz #drag ball #drag

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densi-mber · 5 months

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We Swear It’s Not Real

A/N: Thanks to @mashmaiden for the scenario! Set at the end of season 7, but AU in that Kensi and Deeks are not already together.

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“Ok, so I think that should be the last thing until the actual wedding,” Kensi announced, double checking the expansive color-coded list placed in front of her.

“Sweet.” Deeks peered over her shoulder on the way to Kensi’s fridge. “Wait, was there always a dove release on the itinerary?”

“Yep.” Kensi made a face. “Kat says it’s regal.”

“I could debate that, but it would be futile,” Deeks said. He came back from the fridge with a bucket of cut fruit, and offered it to Kensi. “Did I tell you Kip has some extra tickets for next weekend? You want to go?”

“Oh no, we can’t go then. We’ve got Kat’s wine tasting on Saturday,” Kensi reminded him. “Sorry.”

“Right,” Deeks sighed, like it was perfectly reasonable. “I didn’t realize that wine tastings were a part of wedding preparation. And requires the entire wedding party.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s just a Kat thing.” Kensi paused to roll her eyes. “You know how over-the-top she is.”

“Oh, I know. The the whole show ponies thing was kind of a clue.”

Deeks smiled, sending a quick text to Kip.

Pretending to be Kensi’s date to Kat’s wedding had seemed easy enough when she first presented the idea. Given her chronically terrible dating history, she hadn’t felt like explaining the complete absence of a plus-one at any of Kat’s events. Or worse, be set up with every available male by her well-meaning friends.

Deeks wasn’t exactly entangled himself, so after a very small amount of consideration, he’d agreed to be Kensi’s fake date for Kat’s wedding season. He’d even thought it might be fun, and certainly would give him ample reasons to tease Kensi.

What he hadn’t anticipated was just how much time they’d spend together, pretending to be a couple. It was their undercover roles as Melissa and Justin on overdrive. Because as ridiculous as it sounded, Kat, Mindy, Mandy, Tiffany, and Tiffani scrutinized them far more intensely than any Russian spies ever could. If they were holding hands, kissing, and just generally exuding an air of absolute bliss, one of the girls noticed.

The hardest part though, was pretending that he didn’t enjoy it. He enjoyed every kiss, snuggle, dance, or moment when he got hold her hand. It made him feel like he was cheating, even though Kensi encouraged it.

It was an awful kind of torture. One he kept coming back for more over and over again.

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They ate dinner together, which seemed an increasingly regular occurrence neither of them bothered to question. Tonight, Deeks threw together a stir fry and rice; since he’d started coming over more frequently, Kensi’s kitchen stayed better stocked.

“Thanks for cooking and cleaning,” Kensi said from her position at the table. He’d gladly have cleaned a thousand dishes then deal with sorting through the pile of invitations in front of her. Though he’d probably end up helping out anyway.

“No problem. I’ll see you in the morning,” he said, leaning in to kiss Kensi before he headed for the door. It wasn’t until he was halfway down sidewalk that he realized what he’d done.

He’d kissed Kensi. And it wasn’t under any pretense related to the wedding or a case.

He’d kissed Kensi, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

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Deeks went into work the next morning with serious misgivings. Kensi hadn’t texted him at all since he left her apartment last night. He debated calling her immediately to apologize, but chickened out and ended up pacing for most of the night.

He walked into the bullpen, still uncertain what to do. Kensk was already sitting at her desk when he entered; she looked up briefly, her expression giving nothing away.

“Hey.”

“Hey. You’re in early,” Deeks noticed, testing the waters. She didn’t seem angry at least. Though maybe she was just waiting for the right moment.

“Yeah, well, I’ve been slacking on paperwork with all the wedding stuff. So, I figured I’d knock it out today before Hetty gives me one of her notes,” she explained, eyes tracking her computer screen as she typed.

“Makes sense.”

Setting his bag on his desk, he logged into his own laptop. Silence settles around them as they both quietly worked. A good 20 minutes passed, and Deeks realized he would need to broach the topic since Kensi clearly wasn’t.

“Hey, um, I’m sorry about what happened last night,” he started, and Kensi frowned. “You know, the uh, the kiss. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Oh.” Kensi shrugged, focusing on the brushing some crumbs off her desk. “I didn’t even notice.”

“Really?” Based on her refusal to look him in the eye, he sincerely doubted that.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s just a habit right? And we’ve kissed so many times by now, that it’s no big deal anymore,” Kensi continued, letting out a nervous chuckle that approached cackle.

“Yeah, no. You’re completely right,” he agreed, and Kensi looked up sharply. “It meant nothing.”

“So no reason to apologize.”

“Exactly.” They stared at each other, neither breaking away until Sam and Callen came in, bantering as usual.

He swore a hint of disappointment flash across Kensi’s face in the second before she turned away again.

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A/N: In direct contrast to my recent story, Kensi and Deeks apparently have all the time in the world in this fic.

Part 2 to come.

#densimber 7.0 #densimber 2023 #densimber day 19 #ncis la fanfiction #densi #fake dating #marty deeks #kensi blye #unresolved romantic tension #ncis la #by ejzah

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i definitely think i'll be posting more random frozen pines stuff on ao3!! i have a ton of unfinished little things i don't know what to do with, i guess i should start throwing them on there for funsies. i'm not sure if i'll ever write more for the until dawn au because i'm pretty satisfied with where i left it, but i will 100000% be posting some random things from my zombie apocalypse au (which will hopefully scratch the same survival story itch) 💖

also it's really funny to call it fanfic sjfkjsd it does feel like i'm writing fanfic for my own story sometimes, like wait hold on are we allowed to see inside elaine's brain like this

anon hate was sooo par for the course back then, it's gotten way better in the past few years but i think everyone got it back in the day. i tried not to let it get to me, but when it was hitting at something really personal to me, it was harder to ignore. but it's all good!! i'm still here!! i've learned to never change a character's personality/story arc to make other people happy! thank you so much for the kind words 💖

stevie and jada have to work weekends now so they don't do much other than that :/ and elaine would've had to the do the same, except she got injured right before starting her new job. asa always spends the weekend recharging in the woods after a long week of school. casper is blackout drunk from 6 pm on thursdays to 8 am mondays. coco has to work :/ beth has to work (part time ballet instructor) :/ um caroline uses weekends to sort her life out lmao that's when she finally does all the laundry and dishes that piled up all week because everyone is so busy right now. danny is on tour so his weekends are just as unpredictable as his weekdays. and mikaela has to work :/ THIS ECONOMY SUCKS MAN fjksjds

THANK YOUUUUU 💖💖💖 i can't think about the passage of time or i'll freak out but this is really sweet and i appreciate you still checking in, thank you thank you 💗

I LOOOOVE AMANDA !! my girl mandy 💖💖💖 i've actually seen a lot of the saw movies in bits and pieces at friends parties i just hadn't sat down and watched all of them myself. but yeah i already love her!! and i will soon (naturally i got distracted when i said i was going to watch saw 3 fjksjds but eventually)

oh noo i hate when this stuff happens 😭 without the instructions, i would have no idea how to upload it for you or even where to find the files on my computer lol. i'm sorry :(( but i googled pskx importer and some newer ones came up, maybe you could give those a shot? this one in particular looks promising!

@alltimefail thank you for thinking of me 🥺💖💖

@acuar-io ahhh the same goes to you!! 💖💞

#asks #anonymous #nonsims #brandi answers #alltimefail #acuar-io

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writersmilex · 1 year

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Sapphire Earrings

Larry "Peanut" Romano X Fem | Preppy | Reader

Summary: (Y/n) lost her very sentimental Sapphire earrings and a secret friend is willing to help her find them. ______________________________________

She just really, really wants to wear them. The prettiest earrings she has. And the best thing is, that it matches her Aquaberry uniform! And even the rest of her elegant jewellery. But, there is one thing, those beautiful Sapphire earrings are a family heirloom, once owned by all the women in the (L/n) family before her. If anything were to happen to these earrings, her mother would surely break her legs. She'll have to be extra careful then!

"Those Earrings look really cute, (Y/n)!" Pinky, (Y/n)'s best friend compliments the jewellery. (Y/n) beams at the compliment, "Thanks, It looks great!" She admires the blue gems in her small hand mirror. "They're family heirlooms." She brags a little, the gems match the Sapphire necklace that your mother got you for Christmas. "I should totally ask my daddy to get me Sapphires." Pinky comments, "Then we can match outfits." she explains, and (Y/n) smiles at her. That sounds like fun, but (Y/n) still has to be careful, if she loses these precious jewels she'll surely disappoint her mother, and even her grandmother. And all her ancestors!

After showing out their outfits for today, (Y/n) and Pinky make their way to the gymnasium to join the other girls in the locker room to get ready to change. "Nice Earrings, (Y/n)." Mandy compliments in an overly sugarcoated tone as she glances at the shimmering gems that (Y/n) takes out of her ears as gently as possible. It's time for cheerleading practice, and (Y/n) really shouldn't be wearing them while jumping around.

"Come on! (Y/n)!" Pinky shouts from outside the girls' locker room, "Coming!" (Y/n) calls back and rushes over to her best friend without closing her locker, leaving her clothes and trinkets out in the open. And those precious gems are out in the open as well... ~~~~ The best friends giggle among each other, gossiping about how the Jock was totally checking them out while practising. Upon entering the girls' locker room again, (Y/n) notice that her locker is open, that sight causes her to get slightly nervous, as any person would upon seeing that. "Oh no, I forgot to close my locker. Thanks for distracting me, Pinky!" (Y/n) is almost too quick to blame her best friend. "Don't blame me! You should look after your stuff!" Pinky shoots back snarkily. (Y/n) goes through her things to ensure that everything she owns is still here, and almost everything is there. Only one thing that is missing, the one thing that (Y/n) had feared would easily be stolen if they ever were in public. And when she doesn't find the objects she is looking for, her face turns pale. "Oh no, no no no! Oh my God, NO!" (Y/n) panics as she can't find the precious earrings. "What is it?" Pinky rushes over in a panic and worries for her friend. "The earrings, They're gone!" (Y/n) sinks to her knees dramatically, "No! My parents are going to kill me!" She is nearly in tears. Pinky tries to comfort (Y/n), rubbing her hand over her back. "Don't panic, (Y/n). We'll get them back," she says, although it doesn't seem to work much. ~~~~ (Y/n) has been stressed out ever since the gems when missing, her best friend has been beside her to try and console her this whole time. Sitting outside on a bench, (Y/n) has her elbow on her knees, her head in her hands. This is a disaster, now she surely won't have any access to her trust fund now! "I'm so done for..." She sulks and presses her face in her hands, hoping it could make her disappear from the world. Her parents and grandmother will have her head for losing those earrings that have been in the family for 6 generations. "We'll find them, (Y/n). Don't worry!" Pinky is slightly losing hope herself, those precious gems, anyone could have taken them. "What's going on here?" A New voice joins in, causing both girls to look up in surprise. It's Peanut, standing there rather awkwardly with his hands in the pockets of his jacket. He looks rather concerned, seeing (Y/n) so upset like that. "Move along, Greasball." Pinky hisses at the Greaser, keeping a protective arm around her best friend. "I just wanna know what happened." Peanut defends himself and shrugs. (Y/n) lets out a sad sigh, running a hand through her now messy hair that is usually styled. "oh, Peanut. It's a disaster!" she stands up, "I lost my Sapphire earring! It's horrible." And her face is in her hands again, muffing a frustrated groan. "You're upset about some earrings? Just get new ones- oh!" Peanut is cut off guard when (Y/n) grabs him by the lapels of his jacket and shakes him roughly. "You don't understand, Larry!" she pulls him close to her, face to face. "Those were real Sapphire earrings! They were family heirlooms, my great-grandmother looks down at me!" (Y/n) hisses right in his face, before pressing her face in his chest and sobbing. Peanut is left speechless at the rather pathetic display. Looking down at (Y/n) leaving stains on his shirt, he pats her head awkwardly. "ah, don't cry, (Y/n). I'll get your earrings back." he says to try and comfort her. (Y/n)'s head shot up from his shirt. Looking him in the eye, "Really!? You'll help look for them for me?" she asks, her eyes showing newfound hope. Peanut is not sure what he is getting himself into this time, but he nods anyway, he likes seeing his Preppy friend happy. "Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" (Y/n) then hugs Peanut around his shoulders and quickly lets go of him before Peanut could react. The two girls rush off, seemingly to look for (Y/n) jewellery. ~~~~

Jimmy is walking around the school looking for something to do. Somewhere in the grass, he finds The Greasers' second-in-command kneeling, presumably looking for something. "What are you doing?" Jimmy asks with amusement to see a Greaser searching through the grass like this. Peanut looks up and then stands up, dusting up his pants. "Uh... I'm looking for (Y/n)'s Sapphire Earrings," he explains, looking down and gesturing at the grass. "That Preppy girl?" Jimmy questions, Peanut confirms with a sharp nod. "why doesn't she just get new ones?" Jimmy wonders out loud with a nonchalant shrug. ''That's the thing, man." Peanut adds and walks up to Jimmy to talk to him. "Those earrings are like, heirlooms or something. And she said her parents will have her head if she loses them. And I'm gonna find them so she'll like me!" peanut confesses honestly. "Wow, A Greaser and a Preppy. Romantic..." Jimmy chuckles and is about to walk away, but not before the Greaser snatches him by the arm. "You gotta help me, man! Please!" Peanut almost begs. Who knew that looking for expensive jewellery would be so hard? "Alright, fine. I'll help..." Jimmy agrees reluctantly, causing Peanut to beam at him. "Awh, thanks, man! You're a real life-saver!" Then he turns back to his search. Jimmy walked away to start his own search for some jewellery from some rich girl. Sapphires weren't they? Jimmy started asking around for the earrings, mostly the girls. And the best lead so far is the one he got from Christy Martin. "I saw Mandy snatch them, when (Y/n) accidentally left her locker open. Why should she steal such sentimental stuff like that? It's just wrong!" She said to him. Jimmy already had a pretty good idea of what happened to the jewellery, Mandy took them. And now he has to take them back from her to give to Peanut, so Peanut can give them (Y/n) and woo her or something. Jimmy found those earrings in Mandy's locker in the main building, damn thief... After Stealing the Earrings back, Jimmy returns to Peanut. "I got your Earrings!" Jimmy announces himself loudly and throws the jewellery in the Greaser's direction. Peanut could catch the Sapphires just in time, scrambling to get a good grasp of them. They are indeed Sapphire earrings, decorated with pearls and smaller diamonds, they feel old and fragile, Jimmy really shouldn't have thrown them. "Thanks for helping me man, Here is a little something for ya." Peanut pressed 50 dollars in Jimmy's palm, and he is to make sure to spread the good word about him to the other Greasers. Right now he needs to return the earrings to (Y/n), he is sure that she'll be over the moon once she sees her precious gems again. ~~~~ (Y/n) simply cannot calm down, walking back and forth in front of the Harrington house and biting her usual manicured nails until she nearly has no nails anymore. She'll have to get new nail polish later. Peanut got a sharp glare from Bif as he approached the rich kids' house, Bif made a gesture that he is watching the Greaser while he is there and will not hesitate to pummel him if he tries anything. The Greaser does his best to ignore the threat to resume his goal. "Hey, (Y/n)!" He calls to the Prep girl once he sees her. (Y/n) stops pacing and makes eye contact with Peanut, smiling at him and walking up to meet him halfway. "Did you find them? Please tell me you did!" (Y/n) begs, paranoia evident in her voice. Peanut only smiles at her, then digs in his pocket. "Are these yours?" He asks in a playful tone and reveals the Sapphire gems in his palm. (Y/n) lets out a surprised yelp and snatches the earrings from the Greaser, inspecting them and quickly pocketing them herself. "Oh my gosh! Larry, you're the best!" She jumps for joy and then wraps her arms around his neck in a grateful hug, squeezing him tight. Peanut laughs surprised and returns the embrace, wrapping his arms around her waist. This is exactly what he had hoped for, being praised by (Y/n) for pleasing her. "Thank you so much! You're amazing!" (Y/n) beams at the Greaser. Peanut grows a little flustered at the praise. Surely now, he got a little closer to wooing the cutest Preppy girl in school. _______________________________________ This one took a little longer than expected. This is all my fault since I was procrastinating on this one, but it's finished now so I can work on the rest of these. Thanks for reading❤️ - Smilex🙂

#bully scholarship edition #bully x reader #larry peanut romano #peanut romano x reader #reader insert #x reader #fluff #bully rockstar #bully greasers #bully preps #cute #jimmy hopkins #pinky gauthier #imagines

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years

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Safe House: Night 3

A series of drabbles about Sierra Six. In this part, Six returns but doesn’t offer answers.

Warnings: these drabbles will containt dark content, including blood, violence, possible rape/noncon, and my usual fare. Your content consumption is your responsibility. If you proceed past this warning, you are consenting to reading sensitive content.

As per usual, I would love feedback. I didn’t expect to write this character so for this, I’d love to know if anyone wants to see more.

Your apartment is dark as you enter. The light paper bag swinging from ribbon handles is lighter than it should be for the price. Your co-workers encouraged the mindless purchase and you can't help the excitement, even if you'll regret it come rent day.

You enter the kitchen in the deep blue of the evening and flip on the lights. There's a plate beside the sink, an uneaten crust left in a litter of crumbs. You put the bag down and go to the doorframe that looks out into the living room.

He's there, one ankle hooked over the other against the arm of the couch, which his arms folded under his head against the opposite end.

"Hey, sweetheart, how was your day?" he asks without opening his eyes.

You cross your arms, "I didn't think you were coming back."

"Neither did I," he opens one eye to look at you, a slant to his lips, "or do you mean, you didn't want me to?"

You shrug, "well... I don't really know who you are. I don't exactly like having a stranger in my space."

"Trust me, sweetheart," he lets his other eye open and sits up, turning his legs over the edge and stretching his arms above him, "you don't want to know."

He grunts as he stands, a wet stain oozing through his tee shirt. He's unaffected by the injury but just the hint of blood makes you grimace.

"Yeah, um..." you turn away and go back to the kitchen. You open the fridge and take out a bag of salad.

"What is it?"

"I don't know," you utter, "the way you talk, seems dangerous for you to keep coming around."

"Ha, sweetie, your the safest you'll ever be with me here," he scoffs as he comes to stand in the crook of the counter. "What's for dinner?"

"You're still hungry?"

"I worked up an appetite."

You sigh and reach up to the cupboard, "well, I was just gonna have a quick salad but I could do it up with some chicken?"

"Whatever you're serving, I'll have," he slides the bag over to him and peeks inside, "what's this?"

"Nothing," you lie and reach for it but he swipes it away. You cringe and scratch your neck as he reaches in, pulling out the sating red dress. You were going to return it anyway, it's not your style. At least, you couldn't do it justice.

"Oh? Special occasion?"

"No, I just... like it," you try to snatch it but he holds it awake from you, tilting his head as he dangles it from his fingers as if trying to imagine it on you, "gimme it."

"You try it on? It look good?"

"What do you care?" you his and finally get a grasp on it, "I can't afford it anyway. I'm gonna take it back."

You tug it away and stuff it back in the bag. He chuckles.

"I think you should keep it."

"You do? And what does that matter? You'll be gone tomorrow."

"But I'll be back," he grins.

"Why?"

He raises a hand in an indifferent gesture, "no where else to go. I told you, you should bring strange men into your apartment."

🚪

You yawn as you spread the blanket over your bed, still messy from that morning. You mourn your day off as another day of work looms, though you can't help but be impatient for the morning to come. Then he'll be gone and you can pretend everything's normal until he decides to drop in again.

You change into the loose tank patterned with little pink bows and the matching shorts, a ridiculous set but you got it for a steal. And it's light enough to sleep in.

You pick up your phone and check your messages. Mandy's already bitching about work. You text her back, a creak drawing you around.

Your doors open. The faulty latch never quite catches. You cross the room and peek out. You see the hue of the TV playing from down the hall. You tiptoe out at the noise of explosions from the speakers.

He's sat in the centre of the couch, eyes closed as he leans his head back. He wears nothing more than the dark boxers, the scars across his torso illuminated by the TV, the new gashes dark across his pec. His head lolls to the side and he gives a start before he can drift off.

You back against the wall and hide, waiting until he groans and you hear the couch make a similar noise as he stretches across it. The click of him exiting out of the movie marks a silence and he browses for something new. The intro of some documentary begins and you use the chance to retreat.

You go back to your room and close the door. You push on it until your hear the latch slide into the slot. You'll never be used to his visits.

🚪

You drag your feet across the tile groggily and into the hall, taking the few steps through your door and blindly finding your way back to bed. Your damn bladder.

You fall across it, hooking your leg over the edge of the blanket as your shorts ride up your ass. You grumble and hug the pillow as you sink back into the hazy slumber interrupted by the weighty urge.

You linger in half-doze as you hear yourself snort and wiggle to get comfortable. You murmur as you bend your leg higher, revealing more of your ass as the elastic of the shorts slips up your stomach. The fan blows across your back and cools you.

You hear a whisper, like a breath and roll onto your back. You glance at the door and see his shadow, the curved edges of his muscled arms and his startling height. He grips the frame as he watches you. You don't know what to do so you turn back over and pull the blanket around you.

He hums then his footsteps slowly depart, padding down the hall, leaving the door open and you exposed.

#sierra six #dark six #dark!six #six x reader #the gray man #drabble series #drabble #safe house #series

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purplemagpie · 2 years

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decided to celebrate some one-shots and fics under 20k, because they’re special and important and i love them, and they can sometimes get lost in the sea of updates, since most of them only get to show up on ao3 once. also i hope all the links and tags work or i will cry

newer fics:

★ speak of the devil (and he doth appear) by @breedxblemickey

Ian glances at the clock as he passes, the neon red numbers displaying the late hour, and murmurs a prayer under his breath. 3.31am He will be here soon.

★ twenty strangers by @crossmydna

Ian may be a realist in most things, but at heart, he’s a hopeless romantic. That’s probably why he agrees to kiss a stranger on camera.

★ something to hold on to by @xgoldendays

Ian Gallagher thought he wasn’t prepared for prison but who he really wasn’t ready for was his brand new cell mate, Mickey Milkovich. or alternatively, Ian and Mickey meet in prison and cuteness and flirting ensues.

★ cricut crisis by @whatthebodygraspsnot

Mickey is actively getting his shit together, and that's how he finds himself at a spring farmer's market for the first time. It's how he finds himself at a stall with gay pride stuff. It's how he finds himself talking to probably the most handsome guy on the planet. What could possibly go wrong.

★ looked like a teenage runaway by sadwhales

Ian is seventeen when he moves to the South Side. Lip tells him to stay away from the wrong people, but no one remembers to warn him not to fall in love with the neighborhood thug.

★ something good by @unbridgeabledistances

Mickey tried to nod his head, but he was mostly just focused on the warmth of Ian’s fingers pressing into his shoulder. How was he supposed to survive a whole hour of this, of these hands all over his body? Mickey hadn’t been touched beyond a quick hug from Mandy in years— and being touched like this, all over? Maybe never. And yet, this guy— this profoundly, unfairly, hot as fuck guy, was going to put his hands in Mickey’s back, on Mickey’s thighs, and move them around? He didn’t need this shit today. ** or, mickey gets a massage

★ pierced skin and tattooed hearts by @mmmichyyy

The moment Ian sees the man with striking blue eyes and multiple piercings, he knows he's absolutely done for.

★ patrick by BitterTongue

gallavich au where ian and mickey meet later in life except mickey thinks ian has a boyfriend bc ian always talks about how ‘patrick and i went on a walk today’ or ‘patrick and i went over to my brothers house for dinner’ or ‘patrick and i both love peanut butter!’ and then ian asks mickey out on a date and mickey is all ‘oh did you and patrick break up?’ and ian is all confused and says ‘patrick is my dog’

★ at attention by @squidyyy23

Cleaning out Ian’s childhood bedroom, Mickey learns about a fantasy he’s been hiding and surprises his Army brat of a husband.

★ fiction in the archives (ficlet collection) by @gardenerian

ficlets and 5+1 prompts originally posted to tumblr

older fics under the cut:

★ the caregiver by Violet_Jones

Mickey cares for his roommate, Ian, in his time of need.

★ what we build could be anything by mayyouwalk

High School AU. Mickey's pretty sure he never signed up to be friends with a Gallagher, but trust Mandy to not give a shit about him or his senior year.

★ out with the old, in with you by BeckyHarvey29

Ian and Mickey are roommates who decide to spend New Year's Eve alone together.

★ two of your earth minutes by the_rat_wins

Mickey figures he has two options: check them both into the hospital, since they're suffering from some sort of shared delusion, or believe the guy when he says he's an alien. The thing is—Mickey believes him. (Inspired by the immortal line "I like fucking carrot-tops. Like, with the freckles and the pale skin? Fucking . . . alien-looking?")

★ fake it till you make it by missmichellebelle

“Remember that one time you asked me to do that thing for you, and I never asked any questions, and you didn’t explain a fucking thing, but I did it anyway? Do you remember what you said? That you owed me? Big time? I'm calling in that favor.”

In which Ian did a stupid thing and Mickey is there to bail him out. What are best friends for, right?

★ through the dawn series by spock

★ wide-eyed walker: Ian meets him at a bar. It becomes a thing, but they never do get around to exchanging names.

★ do not wander: "So, how'd you two meet again?"

★ Sweet Talk by the_rat_wins

Ian doesn't like candy hearts. They're chalky and gross and Mickey Milkovich keeps throwing them at his head. (Pre-canon high-school Valentine's Day fluff)

#gallavich #gallavich fic #fic rec #gallavich fic rec #rec list #ian x mickey #shameless #shameless fic

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pocket-lin · 3 months

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People I want to get to know better

Thank you for the tag @doingthechachaslide!! I’m finally doing this like billion years after you tagged me!!

Last Song: Trigger by Hayley Williams. I can’t believe this album is four years old already 😭

Favorite color: why is this such a hard question!! I think it’s purple? They’re all my favorite I don’t wanna pick!!

Last Film/Show: we’ve been watching death and other details on Hulu (because I love Rahul Kohli and Mandy Patinkin) and it’s sooooo fun. I love whodunnits!! And everything that Violett Beane’s character wears is incredible.

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: I’ve got SUCH a sweet tooth but you’ve gotta follow one of these up with the other! I also have to say that we literally bought another fridge that’s like, almost the size of a regular fridge so we would have a place to put all our hot sauces. So do with that what you will!

Relationship status: married! For almost four years now, which is crazy to me!! 😊

Last thing I googled: oh none of the things I’ve googled lately have been any fun (my dog has cancer 🙃) but I’m currently sitting on the couch watching Kennedy play Elden Ring so my last few searches have been like “highroad cave exit” and “boc the seamster”.

Current Obsession: I’ve been playing Cult Of the Lamb like literally all day the past few days. and I’ve been playing sooooo much 2048 on my phone. i’m addicted. Me and Kennedy were talking about our first year in college and I remembered when the game came out and us and all our friends sat in one of our dorm living rooms and were all just playing it at the same time. that time of my life was so incredibly complicated but it’s nice to have some fun and not complicated memories.

Last Book: I’ve been re-listening to Howl’s Moving Castle at bedtime because it’s one of my all-time favorite comfort books and I really need some comfort in my life right now. I was listening to The Final Girl’s Support Group but I got halfway through and then real life got incredibly stressful and I couldn’t handle it anymore. I think I want to check the physical book out at the library because I can handle reading stressful things much better than listening to them. I was also working my way back through the Rivers of London series towards the end of last year so I could listen to the latest book, but I kept on getting distracted when I got there and I’m just gonna have to start Amongst Our Weapons over again. Refer back to the whole “life got really stressful” thing.

Looking forward to: um. I dunno man, it’s a bad time to ask me this question hahaha 😅 i’m just taking it day by day right now. (So many of these answers are way more depressing than I meant for them to be hahahah)

I’m tagging some mutuals, but no pressure to respond/participate (and sorry if you’ve already done this!!) 💜

@mallstars, @moonflower-rose, @stationintern, @dragonkingabc123, @lqtraintrack

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m4ndysk4nkovich · 9 months

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Debbie's coming-out storyline is so cute and wholesome. I mean, besides Alex being emotionally detached, Debbie moves past that and takes it well all things considered.

I did have a laugh last night about Ian being insistent that Debbie is not a lesbian. I had a thought, like what if it was him being protective of his spot as the gay sibling?

"No Debbie, I'm the gay Gallagher. I already have to share being the red-headed one."

Oh Ian, just wait until you realize Debbie is also mentally ill. (This is more a personal headcanon. But I think Debbie does have a disorder. It's just not as apparent as Ian's so it flies under the radar)

ok anon whoever you are ily this made me so fucking excited because i have so much to say about this LMAO

idk if i’m taking this too seriously, but ian’s reaction pissed me the fuck off. and what you said about him being protective of his spot was fucking hilarious because that is probable😭😭

i hated how debbie went without support after coming out, and i hate how the fandom sides with ian. ian’s my favorite character but he was 100% in the wrong. yeah, he was doing bad mentally. yeah, debbie has had a lot of phases in the past. but imagine seeking support from your favorite sibling who you figured would understand this, but he simply responds with “no you’re not”. like that’s so shitty don’t even.

and debbie has never had support- ever! she grew up with no support system, and during her pregnancy she had no support except for fucking frank. plus (almost) no support with the house.

and debbie’s whole coming out story is wholesome and beautiful, anon. maybe i’m just going insane and taking everything too seriously because i’m a lesbian, but it was seriously wonderful and one of my favorite things that the writers decided to do in season 9 (because they did a lot of stupid shit that season).

i know that debbie’s lesbianism wasn’t intended from the start, and that it was supposed to be for fiona, but lesbianism really fits debbie’s character and i’m so tired of hearing people call debbie “bi” or “straight going through a phase”. no, she’s a lesbian.

from her relationship with holly, ellie, mandy, really everybody, she was so clearly a lesbian. every piece of advice she recieved it was clear that she wasn’t asking about “how to tell if you like a guy” or “how to have sex with a guy” it was more “why don’t i like guys yet” “teach me how to like guys”

she never liked matty, she liked him being older. she never liked derek, she liked the possibility of being a mother. she never liked neil, she just wanted a house.

or how she knew about how lesbian sex worked in season 1?? like that’s so out of pocket for an ten/eleven year old girl to be saying (and something that i, a lesbian, would’ve said at that age😭), or getting bullied and being called a “lesbo” as a kid for staring at the pretty girls??

sorry i’m getting off topic

i also totally believe debbie has some sort of mental illness. specifically a personality disorder or something like that.

many people believe she has bpd (borderline personality disorder), and i don’t have it so i’m not one to talk, but it does fit her. idk.

also some people headcanon her as autistic and the evidence i’ve seen for that checks out.

i dunno man she’s got something and i wish we got to learn more about debbie regarding her mentality.

#shameless #debbie gallagher #ian gallagher #did i get off track? yes.#shameless us #meta #meta post #shameless meta #character analysis #lesbianism #lesbian debbie gallagher #back on my debbie gallagher analysis #i’m incapable of shutting the fuck up😭#debbie needed support. she never recieved support ever.

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green-ville · 2 months

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Regrets

pt 2

Synopsis: When Sirius Black came to her and asked her to watch over his godson, she didn’t think it would end up like this.

A Triwizard Tournament. The strongest, bravest, most courageous. Three willing participants to take on challenges larger than life and only one would be the victor of eternal glory. People had died in this challenge. Only an idiot would put their name in it.

When Sirina’s name is called, it was the last thing she expected.

When Harry’s name was called, the fourth wizard in a tournament of three, she knew her Uncle Sirius was right.

Someone was trying to kill him. And from the fact that she didn’t put her name in the Goblet of Fire, someone was clearly trying to kill her as well.

Family meant everything to her. Sirina refused to let Harry Potter die, and she’d take every risk to keep him alive.

In three days’ time, her first letter came. It was 10:20 pm and she was looking to go to sleep but excitement at getting a letter woke her all the way up. And then the contents of the letter? She never would’ve been able to fall asleep.

Two tickets dropped as she opened it. When she read them, her eyes widened.

“MANDY!” Siri screamed, leaving her room, throwing open Mandy’s door, and attacking her on her bed. Mandy shouted, thrown awake at her intrusion. Siri gripped her shoulders, euphoria at toxic levels. “WE’RE GOING TO THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP!”

“IS THAT LIKE THE SUPERBOWL?!”

“FUCK YEAH IT IS!”

And then Mandy was ecstatic with her.

The issue? It was the next day. AKA, today London time.

The solution? Partaking in activities that some might consider outside of the bounds of legality.

But the sooner they got there the sooner they could pregame, and the easier it would be to show Mandy everything.

“Okay! Get dressed, I’ll work on getting us there – remember, we need to be forgettable. If they find out you’re a no-maj –“

“I’ll say I’m a squid.”

“Perfect. Get ready!”

“Then get off of me!”

Siri rushed out again, now in a frenzy as she got herself dressed, did her makeup, did her hair in braids, and then picked the object she would be using to travel there.

She chose a lamp she had been meaning to get rid of. She didn’t like it and didn’t care if it broke. Now, portkeys were a tricky thing and easy to mess up. Messing up meant making a mess of your body. And for clarifications sake, that meant you’d be in several different continents all at once, and the only vacation that would entail is a vacation from breathing.

So Siri took her time, using what she learned in reading about them and finally testing it out.

When she was done, Mandy was excitedly leaving the bathroom, all ready for a day of fun.

“Is that it?”

Siri grinned. “Hopefully.”

“Is this one of those dangerous things I shouldn’t ask questions about so I don’t get scared?”

“You know me so well.”

“I’m so excited! My first time seeing a match! Oh I can’t wait.”

“Okay, so in one minute,” she checked her pocket watch. “We grab onto the lamp. It’ll feel really weird. Don’t let go, you will die painfully. Let go when I say to, and then try to start walking, okay?”

Mandy had paled at the death part. “Oh God.”

“It’ll be fine – 5, 4 – “

“I’m scared – “

“2 – 1 - grab it!”

They both snatched it at the same time, and then the world was spinning. The ground was swept out beneath her and her living room blurred away.

“Oh my God!!”

“Isn’t it fun?!” Siri screamed at her, feeling the thrill just like she was in a Quidditch game.

“I’m gonna be sick!”

“HOLD IT!”

“I’M NEVER TRUSTING YOU AGAIN!”

“LET GO!”

“YOU GOTTA BE SHITTIN- AHHH!”

Siri let go, Mandy following right after. Even though she had the knowledge on how to land more comfortably, it was still disorienting. The world going from a thousand miles per hour to slowing down like she had just sped run a hangover. She tried to walk, then started laughing as she watched Mandy slam into the grassy ground. The groan and wince was immediate and Siri laughed as she set down in a squat, still rough on the landing but a lot gentler than Mandy.

“Dude, I told you to walk.”

“You tell me a lot of things. Mandy, you’re gonna have fun. Mandy, trust me, I’d never cause you harm. Mandy, I want what’s best for you. There’s a rock in my back, Siri. I feel like I just got Narcan.”

“Stop your whining – “

Thud!

“Bloody hell.”

She turned as she helped Mandy up, eyes landing on six teens that just crash landed five feet away.

“Bet that cleared your sinuses, eh?” An older man said as he walked down the open air, a completely controlled decent as he joined the teens. There was another older man that matched the gingers of the group.

“They sound British,” Mandy whispered.

“Your observational skills are unparalleled. . .oh he’s cute.”

Another teen, but older than the ones that had been on the ground. Wavy light brown hair, a dimpled grin as he helped up one of the boys. . .

“Is that Harry Potter?” Mandy asked, eyes wide.

Siri blinked. “How did you know that?”

“I read all your newspapers like they’re the Bible. It’s so interesting.”

“Well stop looking, that’s suspicious. C’mon, we’ll take my broom and check things out first, get the lay of the land.”

She swung her leg over the broom, prepared for Mandy to follow. Mandy didn’t.

She giggled, waving to one of the ginger boys. A taller one that winked right back.

“Mandy!” Flirting already? They had been here for two minutes!

“I’m sorry,” she giggled again, cheeks rosy. She turned away, smiling from ear to ear as she followed suit and got on the broom, hands on Siri’s waist. “And you thought the other one was cute, can’t blame me for not being a coward and acting.”

“Oh, I’m the coward?” She twisted her head back, grin wicked. “Hold tight Mandy. Try not to scream this time.”

“Oh don’t Siri – AHHH!”

Mandy screamed as they took off, leaving the ground and entering the air low enough to be considered dangerous. They soared right above tents and vendors, swerved narrowly to avoid other dangerous flyers, and dove between the tents when there was a large enough opening. Mandy tightened up, scared about touching the ground and eating dirt if they fell. Siri brushed her fingers across the ground as they zipped right back up, fingers stained green.

“You’re having too much fun!”

“I’ve been flying since I was 5, trust me!”

“I do trust you, you like to show off!”

That was true. Siri did like attention. She had gotten injured from that.

They flew across the entire field, assessing the goodies and what to hit up first. This was Mandy’s fourth time in the wizarding world, but her first time getting to see a game. They had to accomplish a lot.

So they started with caffeine. It was close to midnight in U.S. time, but the start of the day here. They were going to be pulling an all nightery.

They found coffee stands. It was Irish Coffee so it was spiked. It provided them with energy and a buzz that was only enhanced by the exciting and loud environment.

They went shopping next of course. Mandy loved shopping and Siri liked having someone that picked out clothes for her. Siri stayed in the clothes she had worn for the day (crop tank top, skirt), but Mandy switched into clothes supporting Bulgaria. The red color scheme fit her better than green. It would’ve clashed with her red hair and made her look like a pimento olive.

They got their faces painted and then they found a vendor with beer. Naturally they partook.

At midday they finally had to sit down to eat something. They shared four appetizers, wanting to try it all. It was as they were eating at a picnic table that they were joined, two of the teenagers from before having the courage to sit beside them.

They were identical twins with an identical air of mischief.

“Enjoying the day ladies?”

Mandy’s cheeks reddened. She nodded, “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“Don’t watch Quidditch much?”

“No, but I’m considering starting.”

“It’s loads of fun, even better to play it,” the other twin said. “We’re beaters at Hogwarts. Pretty dangerous, but we’ve managed to keep our good looks.”

Siri grinned, one brow raising. “You’re very brave for that. I’ve watched a lot of Quidditch. I can’t even imagine how scared you must be going out there.”

Mandy gave her a discrete look. Siri barely contained her smile.

“Scared? Never. The thrill makes it all the worthwhile. What’d’you say to a game later? All friendly, just a bit of fun?”

Mandy shook her head immediately. “Oh no, I can’t do heights. I nearly passed out with Siri before.”

Siri considered backing down, but maybe this would get her an opening with Potter. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt anyone by messing up.”

One of the twins put his arm around her. “Don’t you worry luv, we’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

They scheduled the game for 3 pm, which allowed them to see the sites more. They parted so the Weasley twins could go and collect more for the game.

They shopped more, they drank even more, and by the time 3 came around, they were heading towards the agreed upon spot.

“Are you sure? This could go badly,” Mandy said, antisly playing with her shirt.

Siri, four beers and one Irish Coffee in, had no fear. “It’ll be chill. I’ll take it easy on them.”

“Are you sure Harry will even – “

“Hey Black!”

Siri turned to her name and found the Weasley twins headed her way, a group of players right behind them. “You ready for this?” George? called, grinning from ear to ear.

“As ready as I’ll ever be. I sure do hope no one gets hurt.”

Mandy snorted. “Laying it on thicker than a snicker.”

“We’ll keep the game clean,” Fred? promised, nudging her with his arm.

“So you’ve never played before?” The cute brunet from before asked, tone gentle, stormy eyes captivating.

“Well, I have, but nothing quite like this,” she carefully alluded the truth so she could have the benefit of saying ‘I didn’t lie’.

“You can be on my team then,” he offered, smiling warmly, making her heart flutter. “I’m the seeker, I’ll stick by you as much as I can to make sure you’re good.”

A frog had miraculously lodged itself in her throat. Her face warmed and she looked away, shocked by the sudden wash of intense feelings. “Oh wow, okay.”

Mandy grabbed her hand, dragging her up ahead as they got closer to the goal posts. “Dude, he’s a tall glass of water.”

“I think I need one,” she said, fanning her face. “I have fallen off my broom before, but never because of a cute player.”

“Hey Black! We’re going over the rules!” Fred? called, waving her over.

She jogged over, joining the group and leaning her broom against her hip so she could tie her hair back. Her crop top raised higher and three people glanced in that direction. She pretended to not notice it.

George went over the rules and the teams were split. Against the Weasley twins wishes, Siri ended up with Cedric.

“It’s only fair, if three girls were on one team there would be no chance for you guys,” Siri joked, winking at the ginger sister, Ginny? and an Angelina?

Angelina grinned. “I like you. May the best girl win,” she encouraged, reaching out her hand. Siri took it, feeling like she had just made her first friend since meeting Mandy. “The best of luck,” Siri returned, shaking her hand, meaning it. She shook Ginny’s hand too, wishing her good luck.

They split up to talk strategy.

Siri leaned on her broom; hip cocked as Cedric took charge. The sight was incredibly distracting.

“The Weasley twins are notoriously difficult, we’ll need to be cautious,” he explained, “Felix, you’re keeper, Axel and Rick, I know you’re chasers but I’ll need one of you to be beater- “

“I can do it.”

Cedric paused, everyone turning to look at her.

“I played softball since I was a kid. I think I can manage.”

“That’s. . .” Cedric hesitated. “That’s a hard position, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Can I try it and if it doesn’t go well, we can switch?”

Cedric still hesitated.

“I promise I’ll be careful.”

“We’ll watch out for her too,” Axel offered. “You know we’re rubbish at being beaters anyway. Let her try and if we need, we switch.”

“One of you always has to be near her, got it?” Cedric ordered. “She gets hit and you’re off the team.”

Siri didn’t know if she felt protected or babied, or both.

She made her point clear though when the game began and the balls were released.

Oh she feigned ignorance at first, too scared to make an aggressive move. Then Fred, the other teams beater, tried to knock Cedric off his broom with a hard hit.

He did a stationary 360, broom not wavering as he spun like a cycle in the washer. The ball would’ve missed him completely, but then Siri appeared and swung at the ball so hard it hit the opposites team keeper, Oliver Wood. He puffed out a breath, sent through the goal, and that opened the opportunity for Axel to zip forward and score them their first point.

“YEAH!” Siri shouted, shoving her bat into the air. “That’s what I’m talking about, keep it up!”

Cedric blinked at her, right beside her. “You said you’ve never played before?”

“I never said that.”

“But you – “

“Eyes on the prize Diggory, Potter better not win.”

She shot off, chasing after Axel who was about to get whacked with the bludger. “AXEL DUCK!”

He ducked and she was right there to whack it away again. This time she aimed for Fred, who had hit it in his direction. He evaded, mischievous air suffocating.

“George, I think she lied to us!”

“No, I don’t lie!” She assured, sticking beside Felix, protecting him as they went towards the goals together. “You just didn’t ask the right questions! Slow down!” She hissed to Rick, who glanced to her, and trusted her.

Siri zipped forward, heading straight for Oliver. He blinked, caught off guard by her tactic, and exclaimed “woah!” as he moved out of the way just before she crashed into him. She swerved so she didn’t hit the goal and Felix fired with a clear shot, scoring them the next point.

“LET’S GO!” Axel cheered, high fiving Rick. “NICE GOING BLACK!”

“Where did you find her?” Oliver called, scowling at Fred.

“She said – “

“She tricked us!” George exclaimed, elated at the realization.

“You’re both daft! Get on her!” Oliver ordered.

Siri grinned, cackling madly.

The game was, perhaps, the most fun she’s ever had playing Quidditch. Of course she loved playing at school, with high stakes, with high adrenaline, with so much energy coursing through the field it was palpable. But this? Playing with people she met that day? People that were willingly talking to her?

People that she felt actually liked her?

Siri had never had so much fun.

And it didn’t matter that they lost. They carried the points for the entire came, scoring more and more and then –

“Harry’s got it!”

Siri’s attention was stolen. She spotted Potter a distance away with his fist raised in the air. He was grinning proudly, and Cedric stopped the chase just beside him, slowly clapping for him.

Potter spotted her, and his eyes widened. “DUC – “

“SIRI!”

She tried to duck. The bludger ducked with her and nailed her right in the side of her ribs. She was shoved right off her broom and then gravity took hold as she descended.

On the bright side, this time she didn’t crash into the ground. She was actually caught before, which was good because the pain was immediate and if she had crashed landed too, she would’ve been knocked out cold.

Potter had a fast broom, the second last model from the looks of it. He had grabbed her hand and managed to yank her behind him.

They landed and she braced her ribs, going to the ground for stability.

“You good Black?”

“Thriving Potter,” she winced. “Nice game, you’re a good seeker.”

He kneeled in front of her, looking at her side. “It’s bruising. . .it may be broken.”

“Yeah I concur.”

The other players and watchers rushed towards them, Mandy sliding right beside her with a wild gaze.

“Siri, you good? Why didn’t you duck?!”

“I did duck,” she winced, “It followed.”

“Now I know why coach always yells at you,” Mandy sighed, peaking beneath her crop top. “It’s broken. Nothing you can do but deep breaths, ice, and pain relievers.”

“The bone can be mended,” Cedric corrected. “We just need a healer.”

Mandy quieted, her nurse mode dying as she remembered, yes, magic existed.

“I’ll take you to one. My dad and I are right beside one, it’s not that far away,” Cedric offered.

Siri glanced to Mandy. Mandy shook her head. “I’ll be right here, go get that fixed. You don’t take care of yourself already, the last thing you need is to get a pneumonia.”

Siri scowled. “I manage just fine.”

“Look at your ribs hon.”

Mandy stood, offering her hand. “C’mon now, before the game starts! We should’ve left to grab our seats twenty minutes ago anyway!”

Siri allowed herself to be pulled up, wincing again from her ribs. “It doesn’t start for an hour anyway,” she said, reaching for her discarded broom.

“I think maybe I should fly you,” Cedric offered, coming between her and the broom. “Just in case.”

Just in case.

“I’m fine, really – “

“I agree,” Mandy encouraged, pushing Siri forward. “She might fall and exacerbate the issue. Good thinking Cedric.”

Cedric smiled at her. Siri scowled, thinking of a dozen and a half curses.

And yet she got on his broom behind him, avoiding making any contact with him to avoid any further comments.

“You ready?”

“Yep.”

“Hold on tight.”

She had no intention of holding onto him. He sped forward and she nearly fell off despite being braced for the speed. Holding onto him was unintentional, but she could’ve sworn he chuckled after she grabbed him.

The healer was, thankfully, still in her tent. She saw the injury, said it would be a minute, and retired deep into her tent to collect the item she needed.

That left her and Cedric alone, again.

“How long have you played?” He asked her, hands in his pockets.

“Uh. . .5 years now? But I played softball before that, which definitely helped.”

“And that’s a muggle sport?”

“What’s a muggle?”

“Non magical person?”

“Oh! We call them no-maj's. Yeah, it’s a muggle sport.”

“Did you grow up in the muggle world?”

“Well, kinda? I went to no-maj's boarding school when I was a kid. How bout you?”

“Homeschooled. When did you find out you were a witch?”

The healer came back with a potion. “Drink up, should be healed within the hour. The bruise will remain, only time can heal that.”

Siri looked at it, lips curling at the thick liquid. “Doesn’t come with a chaser, does it?”

Cedric laughed. The healer raised a brow. “Is that how this started? A few drinks and a game of Quidditch. Children,” she shook her head, displeased. “Children, never know their own limits. Drink it, please! While we still have time to get to the game.”

“Cheers,” Siri said, braced herself, and drank. It was the worst thing she had ever drank. If earth came in the form of chunky smoothie, this would be it.

At one point she gagged, thinking she was going to throw it up.

“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s not that bad.”

She finished it, stomach churning. “I have regrets,” she said, face twisted into a sour expression as she handed over the empty glass.

“You’re fine, out with you now,” the healer said, ushering them out.

They got back on the broom, this time Siri putting her hand on Cedric before he knocked her off the broom. “Pro tip, don’t break your ribs. Drink isn’t good.”

“Can I buy you a drink to make up for it?”

She flushed. “We uh, we have to get to the game. I have to get back to Mandy – “

“One quick drink? We grab and go.”

She couldn’t say no.

They got in line and it flew by. Then they had their drinks, butterbeer (whatever that was), and were flying again.

“So, why do they call you Black?”

“We go by last names at school,” she explained, sipping her drink. “I go to Ilvermorny.”

“That would explain the accent.”

“Yeah, I live in the U.S.,” basically. She didn’t have any intent of living in the UK, until her Uncle appeared, of course. “But I’ve known Mandy forever.”

“So she gets Siri privileges?”

“That she does.”

“What do I have to do to get those privileges?”

She flushed again, sipping her beer to postpone a response and maybe get some more confidence. “Uh. . .well uh. . .honestly, only my friends call me Siri, which brings the total to one. Everyone else just calls me Black.”

“In that case, you can consider me your friend. My friends call me Ced or Cedric, feel free to call me yours.”

She went all red and didn’t even get the chance to respond because then they were there, and Mandy was rushing to her.

“What’s the verdict?” She asked.

“It’s terminal,” Siri responded. “They had to cut it off.”

The Weasley twins grinned. “You’re alright in our book Black. We’ll even forgive you for that deceit.”

“In my defense,” she said, “you’re the ones that wanted an ego boost. Oh, oh no!” she collapsed into Mandy’s side. “Quidditch is so dangerous!” Cedric smiled, and then started to laugh as she continued. “People get injured all the time! We’ve maintained our good looks though.”

Mandy started to laugh, resting the back of her hand on her forehead. “Oh Siri, I could’ve died. Please, tell me how brave I am?”

“The bravest. My hero!”

“Alright alright, before our ego’s get too bruised,” George laughed, nudging her again. “Can’t blame me for making a move.”

“No, I was very impressed. Normally I scare people off.”

Mandy snorted. “Nearly scared me off when we first moved in together. We had known each other since boarding school and then we decide to move in together and she tells me – “

“The game starts in thirty minutes!” Siri exclaimed, looking at her watch. Simultaneously bringing attention to the important news and stopping Mandy from exposing the fact that she knew Siri was a witch. “Shit, we gotta go!”

“Where’re your seats?” Cedric called. “Maybe we’re close by?”

“I have no idea!”

“How can you not know?!”

“I struggle with the basic english dialect.”

“She’s dyslexic,” Mandy explained, getting on the broom behind her. “We’re on the top row.”

“We’re the same!” The twins exclaimed together. “See you then Black, Mandy.”

“See you then!”

The game? Fantastic. Phenomenal. Siri had always hated being benched. She hated that she was missing the action and she wanted to be in the game instead of watching it from afar and getting angry with terrible plays. But this? This was inspirational at the very least. The plays. The screaming. The energy?

Siri had never felt so alive.

Her voice had never gone so hoarse so quick, either.

“LET’S GOO!”

“FOUL! FUCKING FOUL YOU DUMBASS!”

“I’VE MET BLIND PEOPLE WITH BETTER EYESIGHT THAN YOU!” That one was Mandy. She was yelling at a referee.

“I question how you care for patients,” Siri said.

“I’m a fucking angel,” Mandy assured, drinking her beer. “NOW SHOW SOME ENERGY! GAME’S NOT DONE YET!”

Siri joined in the screaming.

By the time the Irish won (Bulgaria got the snitch, Ireland had more points in the end), both Mandy and her voices were hoarse, and they were thoroughly buzzed.

They collapsed on their seats as people mass exited. It was a silent agreement to wait for the crowds to dissipate because they had a long way to go down.

“This may have been the best day of my life,” Mandy said, leaning her head against Siri’s shoulder.

Siri smiled. “It was so great. And hey, I can breathe almost normally again.”

“I can’t believe you let that ball hit you. It was so obviously coming at you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry miss perfect. Next time I’ll just have 40/40 vision.”

“Am I asking for too much?”

Siri snorted.

“So what happens now?” Mandy asked. “You moving here?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “He’s a good kid. I. . .In Sirius’ letter he said the paperwork was already filed. I’ve been transferred.”

“So you are moving?”

“I don’t have to. I can travel back and forth.”

“It’s not legal, Siri. One of these days you’re gonna get caught doing something you’re not supposed to. I don’t want to see that.”

She rested her head on Mandy’s. “I’ll be careful.”

“You always so that, and then you never are.”

“I promise. We have to grow old together and talk crap about our husbands one day. How will I do that if I die young?”

“You could get pregnant young. I want to be an Aunt.”

“Uh, no. I’m not my mom.”

Mandy’s entire personality quieted. “How old was she?” She whispered.

“23.”

“And. . .your dad?”

“18.”

“Jeez.”

“Yeah.”

Siri remembered bits of her. She had been five when she died. She remembered sad eyes, lifeless hair, a quiet house. Siri didn’t remember feeling neglected, not until she moved in with the Argents, but she did remember feeling alone. Always with her mother but incredibly alone.

When her mother died, life didn’t change that much.

“I’ll always be here for you,” Mandy assured, holding her hand. “We’re family, you have my back and I have yours.”

Siri smiled, hiding the sadness that she felt. “Without a doubt.”

Slowly they began to make their way down, the crowds now cleared enough for it to not be chaotic. Mandy continued to talk to her, recounting the plays and everything, speaking like a real witch that had grown up in the magical world. Siri responded as appropriate, but her head was far away.

He had died young. She had died young. Maybe she was destined for the same thing? Maybe she never would get that family that she wanted.

The thought haunted her as they made their way all the way down to the bottom.

Going up had been the hard part. At least going down was easier.

When they got outside the energy returned and Siri forgot about her haunting memories. Her debilitating thoughts. She started to truly laugh and joke again as she walked through the stands with Mandy, thoroughly exhausted from pulling an unintentional all-nighter, and yet not wanting the day to end.

Until the screaming started.

At first it blended in. She didn’t differentiate that screaming from ‘ah, Ireland won, yeah!’ or ‘ah it was a rubbish game!’

Until Mandy stopped, holding her wrist in a suddenly cold grip. “Siri. . .that doesn’t sound right.”

She sobered up in an instant, all side effects of beer gone. She listened in and then she heard it. Her blood ran icy. “Get out.”

“What?” Mandy was pale as paper.

“You need to leave. Run the opposite way!”

“What about you?! I can’t leave you!”

“I have to make sure Potter’s okay! You go, promise me you’ll run and won’t stop!” Siri exclaimed, more screams of absolute, unfiltered terror piercing the night. She grabbed Mandy’s shoulders tight. “Mandy you run okay? Promise me!”

“I promise, but Siri – “

Siri took off. “GO!” She screamed, shoving into the crowd and running like she was a track star and not an asthmatic.

She ran against the grain, forcing her to shove into people. Any other day she would’ve felt bad, but she had a foggy memory of how to get to Potter, and she needed to work with what she had. Getting distracted by the crowds was not part of that plan.

Her side, the one that got hit with the bludger, started to throb, radiating across her entire left side. She braced it, getting winded and wishing she had grabbed her inhaler. Mandy had her purse though.

She was rammed into on that same side which made everything even better. She nearly ate dirt, managing to catch her footing last second and keep rushing forward in a stumble. She turned at a clothing vendor, and then she found them.

No, not Potter. Not Weasley either – any of the 20 something there were.

Deatheaters.

A problem in UK, not really in the U.S.

A prominent problem now as several of them walked forward, confidence stinking up the area. They were chanting, some casting spells that lit tents on fires, others casting spells that raised people in the air, torturing them.

Siri was frozen in place, horror striking her immobile.

And once again she didn’t think. How could she? These people were being hurt by the cruelest of cruel.

Her dad had regrets.

Siri would have no such thing.

So she did it without thinking.

The spell for water was something she learned in her first year. It blew out of her wand like a Yellowstone geyser, washing the area in its powerful wash. It drenched everything in site and she demanded more, more, even more. Until she couldn’t see the fire in a fifty-foot radius. Until the Deatheaters were soaked. Until every captive they had raised off the ground to torture them was dropped, disappearing in the tents. Until she had all their attention, and the crowd around her had dissipated.

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size,” she snarled at them, anger burning just like that fire had.

“Your sacrifice is as insignificant as you are,” one said, whipping out a spell wordlessly.

She knew how to do that as well.

She whipped it right back to the person beside them, and returned fire. The others fired at her now, realizing she wasn’t going to go down quickly, and this was exactly what she took extra classes for.

Her father had died in war. Her mother died after, haunted by what she lost. Her Uncle, the one that raised her, had fought in the war and lived. He was never the same. And her new Uncle, who she never thought she’d meet? His scars were as prominent as his tattoos.

Siri had learned defense magic very early on. Her legal guardian had signed up all his children to take them.

Like she said. He may not have loved her, but he gave her what she needed.

The spells that were sent her way were either cast aside or sent to someone else. Hopefully they were stupid enough to let it hit, most deflected. She started bringing in help, sending tents flying at them with the simple ‘wingardium leviosa!’ spell she knew like the back of her hand. She cast out more water to distract them, then used her free hand to bring over another tent to ram into them.

Then she got hit with a spell she couldn’t deflect.

She stilled, shock turning her entire body to ice.

No more spells were cast her way. No more were needed.

This one sliced her open. Several cuts formed on her body and her shaking hand slowly raised to her neck, pressing against the severed skin as she fell to her knees, and then hit the ground entirely.

There was no mind numbing pain. It was more shock. This couldn’t be happening, how could she be dying, what type of spell could this even be. . .

Blood soaked her clothes.

Dark spots consumed her vision.

The last thing she saw before she passed out was dark eyes. Darker than ink. They hovered above her, and a deep voice whispered a spell that circulated in her mind as unconsciousness claimed her.

Waking up wasn’t something she expected to do. Whether she was grateful or not, only time would tell.

Sitting up wasn’t a good decision but she never made those anyway, why start now.

The world around her, which had once been so violently vibrant with life and uncontainable happiness, was now dark and grim, deprived of any semblance of its past.

Her entire body hurt. She saw why when she looked down. Blood turned her crop top and skirt crunchy. It was dried which was the good thing, it had come from her which was the bad thing. The slices that had previously littered her skin were gone, but not entirely. Almost entirely healed, in its places crusted scabs. Like whoever had been healing her had to leave before completing the job.

The bruise that took up a majority of her left ribs bloomed proudly beneath the dried blood.

The fact that she had almost died kept her calm. Deadly calm, really.

She stood, finding her wand and gripping it tight. The world was silent for as far as she could see. She cast a tracking spell, letting it guide her. She crept through the ash consumed campsite, nothing but a future graveyard from the looks of it.

Her head was empty, she was fueled by a need for movement.

A need to not think about what could’ve just happened if a stranger hadn’t arrived. . .hadn’t known the spell to use. . .hadn’t had an ounce of goodness in his heart to save her.

She couldn’t think about it, so she didn’t.

Then when she found Harry Potter, her Uncle’s godson, face down on the ground, she didn’t think again either. She grabbed him under his arms and dragged him to shelter where they could conceal themselves against a barely standing tent. She didn’t know why but she wrapped herself around him, holding him tight to her with her wand at the ready. Like she could protect him if she just held him and willed there to be no attackers.

And she could honestly not remember how long she sat there in the cold, entire body aching, holding the chosen one. Waiting for death to find them but never arriving.

Harry Potter woke first.

It was slow, he started to move, his eyes opened, and she put her hand on his mouth to quiet him.

“Be quiet,” she whispered to him. “I don’t know who’s around.”

He tightened like a snake around its prey, and twisted back to see who it was. He didn’t know her based off her voice, but he did remember her face. Even in the dark night she could see how his eyes widened. His pupils were blown so wide the green nearly vanished from existence.

“Black. . .”

She put a finger against her lips, shaking her head.

He quieted down, scooting out from her hold to sit beside her.

And that was where they stayed for another indiscernible amount of time.

She would’ve preferred to remain just like that. Naturally someone came. They heard his voice from a short distance away and curiosity was provoked. If Siri hadn’t done something Potter would have. She motioned for him to stay put, and peaked around the flap of the tent they hid behind. What she saw she didn’t like.

Harry rested a hand on her, having not listened to her, and watched the scene for himself. His head was right above hers.

A Deatheater, this one electing to not wear a mask like the others. His face was out for the world to see, but that didn’t matter because the crowds were all gone. He cast a spell she didn’t know into the sky, and her dark gaze reflected the green monstrosity that overtook the clouds.

That. . .that she did know.

“The dark mark,” she didn’t mean to say it. Shock slipped it out.

“AH!”

Her eyes widened, Harry not knowing how to exclaim in pain covertly and his volume drawing the attention of the Deatheater.

His line of sight snapped to them right away, and he walked forward. Siri shoved Potter back with an elbow to the gut, raising her wand and snapping out a spell the second it came to mind.

“Harry!” A boy exclaimed, and hopefully it wasn’t a Deatheater by the use of his name in a non-aggressive manner. She really couldn’t split her attention right now.

The man deflected it like it was nothing, began his own spell, and then she was being attacked from behind.

“STUPIFY!”

“Ah!” She was grabbed and shoved to the ground, a body covering her as red spells shot overhead, threatening to knock her out if she hadn’t been moved.

She snatched her wand and threw up a shield, the foggy white particles acting as a barricade and stopping the spell from reaching them. “Go!” She snapped at Potter. “Get out now!”

“Not without you!” He said it like it was the easiest thing ever. Like he didn’t have to think to not abandon her.

Another wave of spells rammed into her barrier and she held her wrist, steeling her grip and reinforcing her spell.

“STOP! STOP! THAT’S MY SON! THAT’S. MY. SON.” The ginger haired dad from before rushed forward and the spells stopped.

The three others came to a stand, Siri more hesitant to take hers.

“Ron, Harry, Hermione, are you alright?”

“I think I’ve been better.”

“We came back for Harry.”

“Which of you casted it?!” One man exclaimed. “You’ve been caught at the scene of the crime!”

“Barty, they’re just kids!”

“What crime?” Potter asked, lost.

He was kept from an answer, another man coming forward. He was the tallest of the group and he commanded attention. His personality was defined by silver. Silver accessories, silver hair, a silver wand. She would have recognized him anywhere. His tan skin was the same as her own.

She was surprised he recognized her.

“Barty,” he said, voice soft and controlling. “They did not do it.”

“You speak for them, Argent? Where you there? You can say this for certain?” He rushed out, the man clearly paranoid.

Argent looked down at him. “My adopted daughter is one of them. Be careful of accusing her, I don’t take it lightly.”

Everyone looked to Hermione. Siri moved forward and did something she hadn’t done since she was 6.

She came right up to her Uncle, telling him she needed a hug by resting her head against his chest. Her arms stayed at her side, but he wrapped his arms around her, his own shock at her actions deafening. He smelled like a home that had never been hers. The nostalgia worked to calm her down anyway.

“Sirina. . .are you okay?”

The nostalgia went one on one with ‘are you okay’ and lost.

She laughed, knowing that hysteria was ten feet away and coming in hot. “Yeah, yeah, definitely fine.”

“Were you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” she repeated, water sliding down her dirty cheeks. “I’m sorry sir, I don’t know what came over me.” She stepped back, wiping her eyes and making a mess of the dirt on her face and the dried blood on her hand. “There was a man over there. He cast the dark mark. He was young, no older than thirty. He ran away.”

“Gentlemen, with me.”

The man named Barty stole most of the men away. Her Uncle and Mr. Weasley lingered. Her Uncle didn’t stop looking at her, spotting all the blood on her with the faint glow of his wand.

“Sirina. . .” He said again, brows drawn together in concern. He faltered on what to say next.

“I’m sorry sir, I have to go find my friend. We. . .we got split up. I’ll. . .I’m gonna head out. . .”

Sirina left, ignoring her name being called, plagued by the memories of getting cut open. She could still hear herself choking on her own blood.

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